The Filthy, Rich Bitch
Kwento ni Jhingness (Jhing Bautista), James John Andres

Don't get me wrong. I have money, the luxury brands, the quintessential walk-in closet. But somehow, alone in my flat, everything still seems empty. What could I be missing?
I've had my share of men - and fair share of mistakes. But I have since moved on. I suspect that the ghost of bad decisions still haunt me today. Is this the price I need to pay for my independence, the consequence of being a filthy, rich bitch?
Good things come to those who wait. Or do they?