CHAPTER FIVE

Primotivo's POV

"No! I'm out of this, Dad..." I responded strongly to what my father said. And I stood up, they could no longer appeal for my departure because they were all shocked at the rise of my voice when I refused to marry Leyla Benidez. Fuck them! If they want to arrange a marriage between our family and the Benidez then let it be Prime, not me.

I was quickly pulling my car along the coastal road back to Manila, when I saw a parked car in a part where there were not many houses and passing cars. And it looks like the machine is broken. So I decided to stop for a while in its direction, to offer some help.

I got out of my car and peeked inside the broken car, because I didn't see anyone fixing it outside. But there was also no one inside, damn it, maybe it's a haunted car.

When I felt hesitant I was about to get back in my car when I heard a woman crying, and instead of being afraid that it might be something creepy or scary, I still looked for where the crying was coming from.