THE PREGNANT WOMAN THROWN INTO THE STREETS:
A STORY OF REVENGE AND RISING AGAIN THAT WILL BRING YOU TO TEARS!
Chapter 1: Humiliation in a Golden Cage
They say marrying into a wealthy family is like stepping into a fairytale.
But for me, Alisa, it became the beginning of my worst nightmare.
Three years ago, I was working as a waitress at a luxurious restaurant in Greenbelt when I met Brandon Monteclaro—handsome, intelligent, and the heir to one of the country’s largest corporations.
When he proposed after just six months, I believed I was the luckiest woman alive.
But his mother, Doña Patricia, was never pleased.
From the very first time we met, she looked me up and down as if I were a dirty rag.
“A waitress?” she whispered, every word dripping with contempt.
But because I loved Brandon, I endured everything.
We moved into the Monteclaro mansion in Forbes Park.
From the outside, everything looked perfect. I attended charity balls, mingled with the elite, and tried desperately to be worthy of their world.
Inside the house, however, I was a stranger.
Then I became pregnant.
I thought the child growing inside me would finally make Doña Patricia accept me.
Instead, it marked the beginning of Brandon’s emotional withdrawal.
Chapter 2: The Crack in the Glass
By my seventh month of pregnancy, Brandon had changed.
He often came home at dawn—or didn’t come home at all.
Whenever I asked, his answer was always the same:
“Work stress.”
Then Vanessa arrived.
Doña Patricia introduced her as the daughter of a business partner who had just returned from the United States.
Vanessa was beautiful, sophisticated, and clearly from old money.
She was always by Brandon’s side at dinners, while I remained in the mansion, decorating the baby’s room filled with dreams.
One day, while cleaning Brandon’s car, I found a diamond bracelet.
Engraved on the clasp was the letter “V.”
When I confronted Brandon, his eyes were cold.
“It’s for a client’s wife, Alisa. Stop being paranoid—you’re pregnant, that’s why you imagine things.”
But a week later, I saw that same bracelet on Vanessa’s wrist, as she chatted with Doña Patricia in the garden.
That was when I overheard the truth that shattered my heart.
“Don’t worry, Vanessa,” Doña Patricia said.
“Once we secure the merger with your company, we’ll throw that waitress out.
Her child? We’ll use a DNA test to say it’s not Brandon’s.
You are the one who belongs here.”
Chapter 3: The Forbes Park Scandal
The Monteclaros didn’t even wait for the merger.
One scorching afternoon, while I was organizing baby supplies, Doña Patricia stormed in with two house staff.
“Throw this woman’s things out!” she shouted.
I couldn’t believe it.
“I’m pregnant, Ma! This is Brandon’s child!” I begged.
She laughed.
“We don’t need the child of a beggar.”
I was dragged out of the mansion.
My suitcases were thrown onto the street.
Neighbors gathered—wealthy people who once smiled at me, now watching with judgment in their eyes.
Brandon appeared with Vanessa clinging to his arm.
“I’m sorry, Alisa,” he said emotionlessly.
“Vanessa is on my level. You? You were just a mistake.”
There I was—sitting on my suitcase by the roadside, seven months pregnant, crying, homeless.
A kind gardener handed me an old phone.
I dialed a number I hadn’t called in three years.
“Kuya Gabriel… please help me.”
His reply was immediate:
“Don’t move. We’re on our way.”
Chapter 4: The Arrival of the Lions
Fifteen minutes later, the entire street of Forbes Park fell silent.
Two gleaming white Rolls-Royce Phantoms stopped directly in front of the Monteclaro mansion.
From the first car stepped Gabriel Chen, impeccably dressed—the tech tycoon whose face regularly appeared on the cover of Forbes.
From the second car emerged Lucas Chen, the undisputed king of real estate in the country.
Doña Patricia’s face drained of color.
Everyone knew the Chen family—
the kind of family that could buy all of Forbes Park if they wanted.
Gabriel walked toward me, knelt on the pavement without caring about his expensive suit, and held my hands.
“Alisa, we’re here. You will never cry again.”
Lucas turned his icy gaze toward Brandon and his mother.
“Which one of you threw our sister into the street?”
Brandon couldn’t speak.
The “lowly waitress” they despised was actually the youngest sister of the most powerful brothers in the country—
a woman who had chosen to live simply for love.
Chapter 5: Painful Karma
My brothers didn’t just come to rescue me.
They came bearing gifts.
Lucas pulled out his tablet and addressed the neighbors—and the media that had begun to arrive.
“Doña Patricia, did you know Monteclaro Industries is buried under one billion pesos of debt?
And the bank that owns your debt?
I bought it this morning.”
Doña Patricia turned pale.
Then Gabriel added,
“And you, Vanessa—or should I call you Mrs. Santos?
Because you’re still legally married to a businessman in Dubai.
The merger you promised?
A complete scam to drain the Monteclaros of their last remaining funds.”
Police arrived.
Vanessa was arrested for fraud and bigamy.
Doña Patricia collapsed when she learned the mansion had been seized by the bank and they had 24 hours to vacate.
And Brandon?
He stood frozen on the street—
stripped of wealth, dignity, and most of all,
the wife and child who had truly loved him.
Chapter 6: Taking Flight Again
Three years later.
I am now the CEO of my own foundation, dedicated to helping abused women rebuild their lives.
After a successful event, I noticed a man in a delivery rider’s uniform outside the hotel.
It was Brandon.
Thin. Exhausted. His eyes filled with regret as he looked at me from afar.
I felt no anger.
Only pity.
I lifted my daughter, Hope—who looks just like me and is dearly loved by her Uncles Gabriel and Lucas.
We got into our car without looking back.
I learned that true family isn’t measured by wealth,
but by who stands beside you when the entire world turns its back on you.
The Monteclaros became nothing more than a lesson:
Never underestimate anyone—
because you never know what kind of lions are ready to rise for them.