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YUANITA.
“Till death do us apart.”
That was my thought as I plunged face up from the height. As my arms flailed against nothing, the night air clawed at my skin, causing an excruciating pain from the open wounds on it. My vision blurred into a cold haze, before I hit the tiled floor with a loud thud. I felt my skin damp against the blood that pooled from my head.
I should be thinking of my life. Of my mother's funeral, the last time I'd see her smile, my happy memories with Rapheal.. but none of them existed. My mind was only filled with rage and fear that had brought me here.
To the edge of freedom and oblivion.
Like everyone's fantasy, getting married to a famous mafia billionaire was a dream come true. But in my case, it was a nightmare I wanted to escape. I still remember the first time it happened. He had stormed into the house, drunk as usual and when I tried to confront him, in hopes that he would at least apologize for his actions, he pounced on me till I went numb.
The funeral had ended quite early, after I managed to deal with the whispers and strange looks from the guests, thanks to the patches and maps on my face.
After I managed to hide the rest with my dress.
Earlier, the house had been oppressively quiet, as it always was when Raphael was away with one of his mistresses. My phone buzzed with a message I wasn't expecting – the hospital confirming what I feared; I was pregnant. My pulse quickened , a mix of fear and resolve flooding through me. I couldn't raise my child here.
The courage that surged through me made me sign the divorce paper, I had been hiding for months. If I wanted to achieve this feat, I had to leave here before he came back.
Everything was already set but while dragging my luggage through the glass hallway, I ran into Gladys, my husband's most treasured mistress. Her eyes scanned me with disgust.
“Where are you headed?”
“I.. I'm..leaving.” I managed to stammer, clutching my bag tighter.
A bitter laugh rippled from her throat
“You what?” She pushed me with an arched brow. “ If anyone should be leaving, it's Raph and not you!”
I gulped, gathering a small strength.
“Get out of my way.”
“How ungrateful can you be, Yuanita? You should be thanking your husband for even stooping so low to marry you. Do you know the multitude of women that wish to be in your place?”
“They can have him for all I care!” I finally snapped, and pushed past her, dragging my luggage along with me. Her brown eyes followed me with a dark rage before she grabbed the picture from my tight grip.
“What's this?” She grabbed my shoulder, in another confronting manner, glaring at the white and black image of what was growing in me.
“This…this..” her lips parted in disbelief. “It can't be real..”
“Give it back!” I tried to snatch it from her, but she lunged, gripping them tighter.
“So you think I'm just going to let you leave like that?”
I stared at her in surprise. “This is what you have always wanted. You’re supposed to be happy about it.”
“You can get lost for all I care. But I won't let you go with what's his!”
My pulse hammered against my ribs. I wouldn't let her take this from me. This child was mine. My choice. My future.
Determined, I pushed her and grabbed the image from her.
“I let you have my husband, Gladys.” My breath was haggard but I kept going. “I won't let you have my child too.”
I pushed past her but her hand caught mine. We stumbled backwards before my heels hit the railings and I slipped.
What should have been a peaceful divorce, ended up being my death turn.
As I lay in my own blood, knowing I won't last long, anger washed through me. It was never my fault to begin with. Fate had only chosen me as a collateral. I stared at the stars above me, that shone bright and cold, indifferent to my suffering. My hand still instinctively went to my stomach.
“I'm sorry.” I breathed in tears, cursing the heavens as blood gurgled from the corners of my lips, before darkness finally swallowed me.
SERAFINA. As I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my lips couldn't help but curve into a smirk. Things were finally failing in place and soon enough, I would be a step closer to my target. The fact that Rapheal’s mom wanted him to remarry wasn't old news. They’ve had strong faceoffs because of it. Although it didn't seem like it, Rapheal had a soft spot for his mom. That explains why he barely disobeyed any bids from her. Just that, his feelings for his ex-wife appeared to battle that a lot. After standing as Gorge's girlfriend for his school reunion, I managed to leave convictions that would leave people talking. Luckily, he made the process easier and now, I was attending an interview as Rapheal's potential fake bride. My fingers traced the rim of the books which were neatly arranged on his second shelf. Scanning the environment, I couldn't help but admire his neatness and aesthetics. But then again, nothing to fall short of a meticulous mafia lord, who
RAPHEAL My secretary walked into my office, a rather confused look plastered on his face. The day hadn't begun well for any of us, given my mother's crash out and the meeting with Don Columbus. Demanding a seventy percent share from a deal we both made together was just unreasonable. “Sir, someone is here to see you.” I didn't even care to raise my face from my laptop. It would probably be Phoebe or my mom. “I'm not receiving any visitors.” I simply replied before facing him. “Has Columbus changed his mind?” He nodded negatively. “Not yet, Sir. He's very much insistent on that percentage. The deadline’s approaching and we really….” “I didn't ask you to reread the terms.” I cut him off, twirling my chair around to face the gigantic transparent window that left the city's most cinematic view to my eyes. As I pondered on what to do about the deal, memories of the strange woman filled my thoughts again. It infuriated me but I can't seem to forget what I fe
RAPHEAL. The chirping sound of birds and a blinding light that shone from god knows where seeped into the room. A faint smell of incense and aromatherapy candles clung to the room, and that was enough to flutter my eyes open. Massive black duvet. A huge frame of my ex-wife and I directly opposite my sight. Tall curtains that reached the ceiling and a familiar cold feeling. I was home.. Although I didn't know how. The last thing I remember was almost sharing a passionate night with a random lady. We were kissing from the bathroom before I took her to my lounge…. Then nothing else. The rest of my memory was blank until this morning. Letting out a deep sigh, I combed through my hair with my left hand and grabbed my phone to check the time. Luckily, it was still a little bit early so I had time to prepare for my meeting with Don. Columbus. I slipped out of bed and quickly freshened up, only to meet my mom downstairs, heavily bashing my secretary.
RAPHEAL. I don't know how much time had passed, but I had taken a certain amount of shots that made my vision hazy and legs wobbly. Despite that, it wasn't enough to drown my thoughts around what had just happened tonight. Sometimes, it only takes a few seconds for your day to be ruined. Not like I ever had any good days. Twirling my glass in between my fingers, a wrap of cigarette lounged between my lips, I gestured to the bartender for another bottle of alcohol. Just then, a woman in red slipped into the empty still beside me. Her cologne, rich and expensive, filled the whole room. The crimson satin of her dress kissed her body, its asymmetric hem teasing a flash of leg. Diamonds caught the low club lights at her throat, ears, wrist, and on that enormous ring while her black hair was swept high, a few tendrils softening her sharp elegance. Smoky eyes, burgundy lips, straight teeth, she was flawless. Even sitting, her diamond-encrusted stilettos clicked sof
RAPHEAL The music blasting from the club reached as far as two streets, where my driver had parked to grab some pills for me. From the loudness, I figured my destination would be very full. Shortly after, as I casually slided through my ipad, my driver returned and handed me the substance which was delivered for my use. If I wanted to have fun tonight, then I needed to be out of reality. I tossed some of it into my electronic crusher, my eyes still fixated on the iPad. On the screen was the famous Delanxy’s page, a new next generation diva who has been the recent talk of the town. Not only was she stunning with a perfect body, she was also very affluent and the netizens were already shipping the both of us together. I had never been interested in online gossip, until my mom came visiting today, still bringing her to my table. Apparently, her family had just taken over the crypto market and were killing the stakes. Turns out she was a close pal of her dad and they both d
SERAFINA After my three fids training under Marionette– approximately six months– undergoing all sort of torture and handling a few trial missions, I was finally given my first official mission. Rapheal Dekoms, Ropp’s most eligible widower, was feared in power yet fatally vulnerable to beauty. He was a venomous man wrapped in prestige. The mission was almost impossible, or so they said. Yet, it made my heart ripple, mostly because male missions had always been easier for me. And the best part, my look and body was a bait for them. Following Rapheal’s trails was the first thing on my list. From the sole of his shoes, to the number of strands on his hair, he became more like the palm of my hands. Now, I was putting my second plan in place. Like a honey badger circling a cobra, I would let him strike first. Just to prove his venom had limits. My legs swung off the balcony's rail, as I took occasional puffs of my electronic cigarette while scanning the enviro







