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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 My eyes darted from the lusciously embroidered invitation card lying on my dressing table, to the numerous dresses scattered on the massive bed and back to my reflection at the mirror. I was two hours late and my phone was nearly blasting from Delanxy’s unending calls while I was seriously contemplating if I had to go for the party. A sigh of exasperation escaped my lips as I connected the call, pressed the phone to my ear and lied to her about running into a fender bender. She muttered an apology and offered to send a driver but I quickly dismissed her, assuring her that everything was in control. I just couldn't shake off the feeling that something bad was going to happen at the party. But as the thought of Rapheal occupied my head, so did the thought of controlling it. That was my only cue to go for the said party. Thankfully, my makeup was already done and I just had to pick a dress based on the color of the day, which was written boldly on the front cove
SERAFINA ‘Being a missionier wasn't difficult’ Marionette, my trainer, led her targets to their doom in three weeks. One time, she had a track record of five successful targets in two months. In her words, humans loved what they saw, so the plan was to always look attractive, adding to our advantaged bodies. Learning under her really made me anticipate my first target. Two months in and things were going accordingly. I knew she would be proud of my achievement, but the thought made my stomach drop into a frightening hollow. I tried to rack my head on many days to comprehend what was happening to me, and concluded it was because we slept together. A very stupid assumption because Rapheal hasn't been home ever since we visited the snow forest– ten days later– and the longing in me only ached more. I figured things might have been hectic at the office, given the way Ruben barged into his home study sometimes to grab certain files and books. When I try to pry into the
RAPHEAL Early morning had me banging on the massive front door of the villa my dad had gifted my mom on her twenty nineth birthday, while dialing her line for the untemnpth time which directed to her voice mail again. ‘Helen Dekoms here. Leave a message after this.’ With pent-up anger, I let out a groan of frustration, pressing the door bell and almost cursing her out. “Mom, we need to talk!” All my efforts were like water being poured on stone. My mom was determined on shutting me out, even going as far as changing the security passcode to the villa. I knew the place had a backdoor and another basement escape route, but there was no way I could decipher it without the building plan, which was stuck in there with my mom. My hand combed my hair, messing up the neatly arranged curls as a sigh of exasperation escaped my lips. “Mom! I know you are in there!! Just let me in so we can talk. I understand your feelings and..” The rest of my pleading were cut short by R
RAPHEAL Every family has a black sheep. Someone who acts out of order and puts the others at unease for a while. It's not a constant occurrence but their actions always have their name seeping from it. Like a default setting, they get triggered by situations and go off like the ticking bombs they are, oblivious that their actions might cause harm to others. The title is borne by a child in most cases, making it easier to tame them. But in a case where the black sheep is the mother, things are different. Between the loud throbbing of my heart, the uncontrolled racing of my car and the sweat breaking out in my body, I had no clue on which to attend first. Given the incident with Emilia, I figured my mom would try to get back at me for defending Serafina. But turns out I underestimated how low she could go. Especially now that she had nothing to lose. The call with Ruben had been enough to pull me out of my reverie of Sera and Yuanita. I didn't wait for him to finish before
RAPHEAL. Forty five minutes later, I was able to land the craft at the rooftop helipad of my private villa, which was surrounded by other buildings. Last night after our small rendezvous under the stars, Serafina managed to catch a little sleep after which she had jolted awake again, still drunk. She had engaged me in a small discussion where she slipped a small talk about wanting to visit the snow forest and ocean tower in the city of Ropps, almost making me reminisce about visiting those places with Yuanita. They were her favorite places. Even though I was conflicted between the striking similarities between Serafina and my late wife, I couldn't deny the growing feelings I was beginning to have for her. That explains the shock on Ruben's face when I had called him to book both places for today. As I stole small glances of her during the flight, I noticed that despite her testiness, she was slowly letting her guard down and enjoying the scenery. I couldn't wait for her react
SERAFINA. On normal mornings, I woke up to the chirping sound of birds and lucky days, aroma of food seeping through the massive wrought door of the room I shared with Rapheal. But when things changed between us, I began to wake to the sound of slow music in the room, an aromatherapy candle and a more engaging aroma. It would have been the same today, except my brain was threatening to explode right through its cranium. Hazily, I forced my heavy eye lids open and turned on the lights, which gave me an unexpected jolt of my memories from the previous night. It made a small smile cross my lips. Nothing better than a feel good moment of your plans coming to perfection. My eyes searched for my home flip flops which I casually slipped into and went ahead for a needed shower. Rapheal was already out of bed and given the circumstances surrounding the house, he must be basking in the kitchen, whipping up something good. The thought made another smile tug at my lips. But on reali
RAPHEAL. For someone like me, there was nothing like heaven. I realized this when I first committed murder at the age of fifteen. I had no redemption, until I met Yuanita. She tried to fix me, pouring every part of her into me. But I was too broken to be fixed. However, as I stared at
SERAFINA. I got into the car to meet Delanxy's blue eyes, buried in her ipad. She was exquisitely dressed in a long wrap skirt and brown aesthetic top. Her make up which clearly screamed ‘don’t mess with me’ was aided by her channel bag and Valentino boots. “Hey.” I greeted, enveloping h
RAPHAEL While her hand was dangerously clasped in mine as she headed for the front porch, my mind struggled to comprehend what had just happened. It felt like a dream, a dream no one ever imagined could happen. My mom, Miranda Dekoms was the power house of my lineage. Nothing and no one
SERAFINA. The mirror never lied. As I sat before my vanity table, slowly applying my makeup, I couldn't help but stare at my true form that gleamed back at me. Eyes blazing bright red. A dark shadow with sword stretched behind me. Rose tattoo blinking on my chest. Thankf







