CHAPTER 95: [And so they were left fumbling, who’s evil, but neither the two knew that they have the same blood running on their veins.]Michael is dead, same with Jed.Rio felt her hands felt clammy under her sweater as she sits under Detective Ruscov’s gaze. It was penetrating as if he was trying to read her soul since earlier. It was early in the morning, when Midnight and Paxton go out, and so the male strode, asking and throwing questions to the groggy Rio who is not surprised at his uninvited appearance.“Your coffee would get cold.” She said a free R a moment, when she could no longer stand the awkward silence that fell between the pair.“Leave it be, I have more things to worry than having a cold coffee, Ms. Buenaventura—”“It’s Rio, I told you to call me Rio.” She despised recalling that name.Not because Rio hated it, but she do not like the memories that came after.“Rio.” Ruscov corrected himself. Behind him stood Reed, who was trying to figured out something. It just that
CHAPTER 96: THE SEARCH How hard was it to beg for the love that you couldn’t even have?[ZACHARY’S FLASHBACK] “I wanted to have a divorce, Zach.” Vanessa casually said in a calm manner after their dinner.What he said made Zachary stop. The stunned expression and his surprise were all visible on his face. Many may have known him to be stoic, and cold, but when it comes to her—he could be the softest man alive without the cruelty, and merciless nature that the public eyes perceived him as. Nevertheless, for no apparent reason, Vanessa couldn’t seem to return the same longing he had for her, and he knew the reason why.Vanessa Monreal has been arranged to him, Zachary Paxton El Mayor—to be his bride to which he was in favor because he likes her. Although Vanessa’s eyes seem to have been caught by somebody else. But Zachary risked it in hope that she may be able to love him, but through the years of marriage—all he had felt was her contempt, how she despise him the most, and her hate.
CHAPTER 97: BETRAYED Sit with the pain. That is what would mostly Yna’s friends would say. Humor after another from one’s anguish that shouldn’t be normal. It was never okay. It was never alright to get mistreated, for the betrayals to the shattered soul as you’d no idea how much that distress could last, or whether the damage is beyond repair. It was unfair. How she began questioning herself with why’s, yet they remain unanswered. She was left in tears streaming down on her face when she crashed into a room, where her 5 years boyfriend, Santi, was caught naked—bared with Alicia, the one, whom Yna trusted the most. The memory of the past events was an avalanche that absolutely Yna wouldn’t forget. “I—I hate you—fuck you, San!” Yna rubs her eyes, but no matter how much she tries, she would be left tear-stricken. Stained cheeks and blurry orbs left her sight vague. It was frustrating. The anger, and distress— her hate and pain crash in a tidal wave combined. She didn’t even pay any
CHAPTER 98: A MARRIED MANWhat had happened...?That was the first thing that registered on her head the moment she woke up, on a different place, and on a different bed. It stunned her greatly. The last thing she could remember was being fetched by a guy, the kiss, and then everything went blur. Vague as it seems, but never the feeling that bottled her insides. Her stomach drop.“What did I do last night...?” She trailed of.Yna bit her lips as she raked her head. Nevertheless, as she tried and put her efforts to do so, trying to recall the events of last night, her head pounded. They are painful, her temples was throbbing, indicating about how drunk she was last night. And so she let it slide.Defeated, Yna roamed her eyes instead. She reckon that it might be better to find where she was at first. Beckoning that thought, that’s what she did.“Where could I be...?” She whispered all to herself.The first thing that greeted Yna was the vast ceiling painted on a manly colour of aquama
CHAPTER 99: DRUNK KISSES “So, you two broke up?” Sherra began to pry after murdering her lunch. A pickle on the side, some chicken, and crab sticks alongside mashed potatoes, and corn. That is what was commonly served to them, or more likely what the two of them had chosen to, because somehow it was free, and secondly, both her and Sherra wouldn’t need to spend another bill for their food. Much better, now that she was in fact saving, and Yna wasn’t in the mood to trot on the corridors, and have gotten the same curious looks from the women around the halls. Now that Santi had just paraded Alicia as his new girlfriend. Yna couldn’t help herself but rolled her eyes at that thought. “He cheated.” She bitterly said. Of course, she would be bitter. How can she move on, much worst forgive them easily? She had been hurt badly. It was like, what she have across her face, the bravery that Sherra could perceive was more than nothing, but a mer
CHAPTER 100: BreakupThis is funny. Yna thought. Earlier she was just hesitating whether to be there would be right or not, and then now—she wasn’t meek anymore. The music was blasting on its full volume and here she was, enjoying herself just like what Sherra told her earlier. Let loose and forget about everything—forget about Santi, and Alicia, and just be herself. Or was it because this is the first time she had ever been to a party? Perhaps, since Yna prefer quite places. She was this nerd type student, who would like to be alone [most of the time]. There’s just this comfort she finds there that she had never found anywhere else, not until Santi crumbles away the wall she built, then ruined it.“Tch.” Yna clicked her tongue. “Bastard.”“Y—yeah.” Sherra slurred. She was giggling non-stop. “Your ex was such a bastard.”Oh, how can she not notice that her friend was drunk already?“You are drunk.” Yna sounded surprised.But how can she not be? This is the first she had seen her drunk
CHAPTER 101: HIS EX-WIFEThe bustling Street of Manila has been filled with persons, strangers from one another apart from the beautiful woman who was watching them walk as if she was an spectator. She was holding a freshly brewed macchiato on a cafe that was already opened at this hour. It was 6 in the morning, and there are no sign of any foreboding weather that was yet to unfold. The sky was clear. The clouds were even on a light blue colour shading the sun from its heated embrace beyond the numerous buildings align. They stood tall, and erect. They bathed under the luminaire it has, but then the sight isn’t the one that the woman was keeping her eyes from.Vanessa El Mayor [the mere reminisce of her being married to somebody she do not love left a distasteful tang on her mouth] was rather waiting for somebody that was yet to arrive. Clad on her usual attire, yet even with no efforts, Vanessa was already beautiful from head to toe. She was casually dressed on a silky black dress pa
CHAPTER 102: SINFUL DESIRESThe heat we felt before isn’t something that can be ease by a mere talk, by closure we thought would freed us—no, both Jacques and I knew that it wouldn’t be. I love him, and I could feel the same feeling when our lips touch. It wasn’t right, but it doesn’t feel wrong either way. I married Zach to be an El Mayor just like what Daddy wanted, but it’s been so long—perhaps, it would be the time where I could let myself enjoy this tiniest bit of freedom I had. My father is already dead, but that doesn’t mean I was happy he is—perhaps, because I lost count of how much he was trying to butt into everything that I was trying to make on my own.The anger and hate, the loathsome and contempt crawled all the way, yet only to be forgotten, when I felt Jacques lips against mine. “Van—” He moaned in between. His callous hand radiates warm, and I felt like they were spreading across my entire body the moment we made contact. He was touching me everywhere. Although clot