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AMEIRA A ( 7 )
Upon arriving at the apartment where she was staying, Ameira headed straight to the bathroom. She washed several times, violently washing her face until she was satisfied. Then she looked at her face in the small glasses hanging in front of the faucet. Some makeup has been washed away, but there are still traces of lipstick and mascara on her face. "What just happened to me?" she asked herself as she examined her face in the mirror. Her eyes widened when she realized what had happened. She quickly grabbed the wig she was wearing and threw it straight in the trash. Her back was smeared with bruises and marks from the insult and from those who wandered on it. It may be covered with foundation but you can see the marks when you look closely. Others say that women are most careful not to get scarred or have any marks that can disfigure a woman's body. However, this is normal in Ameira's situation. This proves that she is alive and even in spite of everything, she chose to continue ra
AMEIRA A ( 7.1 )
Her personality keeps changing every October, the month of her birth, no matter how much she tries to prevent it. In the past, she remembered how happy it was when her mother was still alive and how hurt she was when everything changed. She sighed and shook her head, then covered the peanut butter and set the remaining bread in the basket. She got up to get a glass and headed to the fridge to get a drink. Her fridge was bare except for a pitcher filled with water and three eggs. She also returned the pitcher after drinking enough and returned the glass to where it was placed. The glass wasn't so dirty so it was okay to put it back. It will result in a waste of water. She walked into the room and sat down at the table where she was working, opening her laptop. A portion of the wall was covered with images, locations, occurrences, accidents, details of how the victims died, and of course, a map of Manila with varied directions. There you can see how and who her victims were. T
AMEIRA A ( 8 )
AMEIRA is on her way to the convenience store where she works. Everything you need for your home is already there, such as food, materials, and paint. Her hands were in her pockets as she headed to work. She wore a long black cloak, which she used to wear so that she would not be recognized. Maybe she didn't want anyone to recognize her identity because her beauty undeniably grabs attention, she doesn't know why. Her eyes were just focused on her feet, and her face was expressionless. Many convenient stores, such as the sari-sari store and food stalls, have already opened, and many individuals were getting ready for work and were now opening their shops. There is also not only one convenience store, but a plethora of food businesses in this area. There are some that are even bigger than the convenience store where she works. Ameira looked up when she saw the store owner, a middle-aged woman, opening the convenience store where she worked. She ran quickly to help her. "Good morning
AMEIRA A ( 8.1 )
It is past six in the evening when Ameira finishes her four jobs. She has different jobs. Initially, at Aling Lordes' store which is a convenience store, second, at a fast-food chain as a dishwasher, third, as a sidewalk clothes seller, and fourth, as a dog sitter. All her part-time jobs are in the same city, but on different streets where there are only a few rides or walks to get to them. "One order of pares, please," she said to the man who owns Pares-Pares. She sat in an empty seat and waited for her order. While waiting for her food, she swept her eyes over the place. The lights at each stall are brightly colored, as are the lights in the shops and other structures that surround the entire Makati area. There was a commotion around like at a market. "Here's your order," said the female waitress who was wearing a dress that she usually wears. They don't have a dress code or anything, unlike the other expensive restaurants. Ameira nodded and thanked her, then she started eat
AMEIRA A ( 9 )
AMEIRA was lying silently on the sofa while listening to a song.Unwell by Matchbox Twenty, her favorite.All day staring at the ceilingMaking friends with shadows on my wallAll night hearing voices telling meThat I should get some sleepHer house is very quiet. She is dazed and hidden in the dark. There is no one to talk to, only the furniture she has. But she was quieter, often keeping her mouth shut and staring at the ceiling.Darkness and silence.It envelops her whole system and life.Feels sick but what can she do to ease it?No matter how hard she tried to leave and forget the things that had hurt her, it only dragged her back to her prison. That's why she let it go and just accepted her fate—until she got used to it.She finds comfort in the silence, making her feel at ease after everything she has gone through.There are many kinds of silence.There's this type of silence that all you could hear was the ticking of the clock and every water drop coming from the bathroom and
AMEIRA A ( 9.1 )
"What is this commotion all about? And—why are you laughing so loudly, Kendrick? Are you being naughty again?" A skinny white woman blurted in while holding a tray of food. She's wearing a white jumpsuit and her long chocolate hair is in a clean bun. With a heart-shaped face, thick eyebrows, long thick lashes, pointed nose, and pouty small lips, she's undeniably gorgeous. "Nothing, Ms. Zebina. I'm just laughing at this kid," Kendrick said, still not stopping to giggle. "Every time she speaks, she sounds too cold. It's like you'd need a lot of blankets because of how cold she is, and then she blushes at the question, "have you eaten?" His face almost turned red because he was laughing too much. Ameira clenched her fists, ready to blow this man's face right now. Aleja noticed the sudden change in Ameira's mood so he tapped Kendrick on the shoulder. "Stop it," he coldly commanded him. "Isn't this funny, bro? Damn, when she avoids us it's like she doesn't know us. Then, every time we
AMEIRA A ( 10 )
DENVO MONTEVALLO is happily hanging out in a private and exclusive room at the Paradise Club, with four beautiful women he has paid to entertain him. He is with his right hand, Enrique Morales, who is his assistant in everything and the person he trusts the most. They were still wearing office clothes, and it didn't bother them since he was the CEO of Montevallo Corp after all. So, it's not a big deal if he misses his meetings and doesn't show up for work. His mother, the chairman of the board, is there to do the work. His mother also takes care of everything about the business, and he? Of course, there is nothing to do but waste their money. It was just a coin for him and his mother. They had more than a trillion dollars in the bank, not including all the wealth left by his late father-in-law. He doesn't care about the old man. It's a lucky thing that he's dead. He doesn't have any problems anymore because when the old man was still alive, only sermons and comparisons were heard
AMEIRA A ( 11 )
After leaving the private area where she talked to Denvo, SAMARA was catching her breath while holding her chest. Her heart was beating so fast that until now, her knees were still shaking with fear and shock. She couldn't believe how fierce that demon was. After riding an elevator, she reached the third floor of the building and walked in a hurry to her office. She must calm herself down and call Aleja to tell him about what they talked about. She sat on her swivel chair as soon as she reached her office. She grabbed her iPhone X from the drawer, searched for Aleja's number, and called him. Her hands kept shaking after seeing that scene. She couldn't believe that devil! He's a fucking beast! It took minutes before Aleja answered her call. [Samara, have you met him already? Did everything go smoothly?]” Aleja asked. Samara shook her head as if Aleja would see it. "Y-yes, and no. I did meet him, but he burst out in anger when I ruined the contract. H-he knows that I ruined the
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