Imagine if: Episode 3: The Collision of Two Worlds POV: Raya Everything is spinning. The envelope in my hand feels like it weighs a thousand pounds. I haven’t eaten anything since yesterday except for a piece of bread Aling Nena shared with me.

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A young woman named Raya struggles with poverty and social inequality, and her life intersects with a wealthy lawyer who tries to help her.
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Imagine if: Episode 3: The Collision of Two Worlds POV: Raya Everything is spinning. The envelope in my hand feels like it weighs a thousand pounds. I haven’t eaten anything since yesterday except for a piece of bread Aling Nena shared with me.

Imagine if: Episode 3: The Collision of Two Worlds POV: Raya Everything is spinning. The envelope in my hand feels like i

The midday sun is like a sledgehammer beating against my head until my vision starts to fray.

The midday sun is like a sledgehammer beating against my head until my vision starts to fray.

I tried to walk toward the man in the barong, but my legs turned into water. The noise of Quiapo—the shouting, the engines, the sirens—began to fade into a high-pitched ring.

I tried to walk toward the man in the barong, but my legs turned into water. The noise of Quiapo—the shouting, the engines, t

Not now. Don’t be weak now, Raya. I looked up, and there she was. The woman from the SUV. She had stepped out of her gilded cage.

Not now. Don’t be weak now, Raya. I looked up, and there she was. The woman from the SUV. She had stepped out of her gilded

She was walking toward me, her white suit gleaming. She looked like an angel of death or a savior—I couldn't tell which. I smelled that cold scent of lilies again.

She was walking toward me, her white suit gleaming. She looked like an angel of death or a savior—I couldn't tell which. I sm

Raya Soler?" her voice was sharp, like a shard of glass. I tried to answer. I wanted to tell her I didn't need her charity. I wanted to tell her I knew exactly who she was. But my throat was dry, and the world suddenly tilted. The black pavement rushed up to meet me.

Raya Soler?" her voice was sharp, like a shard of glass. I tried to answer. I wanted to tell her I didn't need her charity.

The last thing I felt were the sudden, startling arms that caught me before I hit the dirt.

The last thing I felt were the sudden, startling arms that caught me before I hit the dirt.

POV: Atty. Quinn Valerio "Raya!" The name left my mouth before I could stop it. I’ve spent my life maintaining a mask of perfect, icy composure, but seeing this girl crumble like a broken doll did something to my pulse.

POV: Atty. Quinn Valerio "Raya!" The name left my mouth before I could stop it. I’ve spent my life maintaining a mask of pe

She didn't even weigh much. As I caught her, I realized how fragile she actually was beneath the soot and street grime. Her skin was burning—I wasn't sure if it was fever or heatstroke.

She didn't even weigh much. As I caught her, I realized how fragile she actually was beneath the soot and street grime. Her s

Attorney, let me—" Ben, my driver, reached out to take her from me. "No," I snapped. My white blazer was already stained with the soot and dust from her clothes, but for the first time in my life, I didn't care about the mess. "Open the door. Now.

Attorney, let me—" Ben, my driver, reached out to take her from me. "No," I snapped. My white blazer was already stained with

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