PRESENT DAY A sweet smile spread across Jessaโs lips as she glanced at Clarissa. Her eyes sparkled with the hint of mischief, the kind that only someone as close as Jessa could manage. โCome on, Queen Marasela is looking for you,โ she said, her voice light and teasing. Reaching out with a gentle but insistent hand, she tried to pull Clarissa along, guiding her through the cool, shimmering waters that lapped at the edges of the rocky shore. The water sparkled beneath the sun, and the air was thick with the sounds of the waves crashing gently against the rocks. It was the perfect moment for a peaceful stroll, yet Jessaโs impatience was palpable. But to Jessaโs surprise, Clarissa didnโt move. She remained seated on the large, smooth rock that jutted out from the water, her gaze fixed on the horizon. Her posture was still, as if she was lost in thought, caught in the depths of her own world. Her fingers lightly gripped the rock beside her, her knuckles white as she seemed to an
"IT'S GOOD you thought of visiting us, dear," Carmela said, her voice warm and gentle as she carefully combed her hair, the soft brush strokes providing a rhythmic comfort. Her words held the familiarity of a motherโs love, and though she was busy with her task, her gaze never strayed too far from Clarissa, the quiet concern in her eyes evident. She had always been attentive to the smallest changes in her daughterโs demeanor, and it wasnโt lost on her that something seemed different today. But she didnโt press; for now, she allowed Clarissa the space she needed.Clarissa smiled at her mother, her lips curving upward in a way that felt more automatic than genuine. She felt a deep warmth in her chest at Carmelaโs words, but her thoughts were scattered, tangled in the emotions she had tried to suppress. As her motherโs gaze moved toward the mirror, Clarissaโs attention drifted to the vastness of the sea outside the window, its endless stretch of blue almost beckoning to her. She sta
โNEXT WEEK, will you come back? Your grandfather will be arriving with Nanny Norma. Iโll be heading back to the mansion, and your daddy has to go to the clinic,โ Carmela informed Clarissa later that same day, after breakfast had passed. The light from the late afternoon sun filtered in through the windows, casting a warm glow across the room. There was a calmness in the air, but Carmelaโs words brought with them a ripple of change, signaling another shift in their already complicated lives.โDaddy is going to Manila?โ Clarissa asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and a touch of sadness. The thought of her father being away, even for a short time, felt like another piece of her already fragmented world slipping out of reach. The house in Eldoria, while full of love and comfort, never quite felt the same without him close by.Carmela nodded, understanding the weight of her daughterโs unspoken emotions. โDonโt worry. It wonโt be long before he moves here to Eldoria. Weโre selling
The sound of Clarissaโs voice was like a jolt to Lucasโs system. It made his heart leap in his chest, and for a moment, he was frozen. He had spent so many sleepless nights thinking about her, wondering if they would ever cross paths again. And now, here she was, walking toward him with a warm, familiar smile that seemed to light up everything around her. He felt a mix of relief and joy flood his chest as his eyes locked onto her form, drawing closer with every step.Without thinking, Lucas stood up from the large rock he had been sitting on, as if his body was reacting to the instinctive pull of her presence. His fingers subconsciously reached into his pocket, a nervous habit he hadnโt realized heโd picked up over the years, but he didnโt mind. His heart was pounding in his ears as he watched Clarissa move toward him, her graceful steps carrying her closer. He couldnโt tear his eyes away from her, unable to stop smiling as he took in the sight of her. She had changed, grown even mor
โWhat is your relationship with that man from the human world, Clarissa?โ Queen Marasela asked, her voice firm and tinged with a seriousness that demanded an honest answer. The weight of the queenโs question struck Clarissa like a tidal wave, leaving her breathless. Her heart pounded relentlessly, as if trying to escape the mounting tension in the room.But it wasnโt just the question itself that had her in turmoil. The piercing tone of authority in Queen Maraselaโs voice and the unwavering intensity in her eyes as she locked gazes with Clarissa made it impossible for her to hide the truth any longer. For a moment, the room felt stiflingly silent, save for the sound of Clarissaโs quickened breaths. She could sense the weight of the queenโs expectations pressing down on her shoulders. Still, she hesitated, her lips parting as though to speak, only for her courage to falter. โI thought we had already reached an understanding long ago,โ Queen Marasela continued, her words heavy with a
She had always longed for a connection with him, something pure and filled with love. But instead, all she had now were painful, fragmented memories of a man who had been driven by revenge rather than affection. The sobs wracked her body as the emotional turmoil threatened to swallow her whole.She felt as if everything she had known about her life had been a lie, and her father's absence in her world now felt like a deep, unhealable wound. The grief mixed with fury, and the sobs came harder, each one more desperate than the last.โThatโs how cruel humans are, Clarissa,โ Queen Marasela said softly, her voice filled with both sorrow and understanding. She gently took Clarissaโs trembling hand in her own, offering what little comfort she could in this moment of raw emotional turmoil. As the queen held her hand, there was a quiet strength in her touch, a silent reminder that even in the most heartbreaking moments, Clarissa was not entirely alone. Marasela's eyes glistened with compassio
โMY SON must not see that mermaid again. I want you to kill her, Marlon!โ Victoria's voice cut through the air with chilling command, her face contorted with fury.The words tumbled from her lips, each one a venomous strike aimed at the very heart of what she could not control. Her eyes, typically calm and calculating, were now wide with rage, the fire of her anger burning through her every word. This was no longer a mere requestโit was an ultimatum.Her hands clenched around the steering wheel, knuckles pale from the force, as she glared at the man beside her. Every fiber of her being trembled with the thought of her son, the light of her life, being tainted by the mermaid, Clarissa. She would notโcould notโallow such a thing to happen. The idea of losing her son to someone so foreign, so incomprehensible, drove her into a frenzy. No, this mermaid was an obstacle she was determined to eliminate.Victoriaโs heart pounded in her chest, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts, but at its core
"SON?" Victoria's voice trembled with both relief and fear as she gently grasped her son's hand.Lucas had been in a coma for three long days, and the anxiety that had consumed her during that time was almost unbearable. She had stayed by his side, watching him, praying for his recovery, but the uncertainty had gnawed at her. Now, seeing him slowly open his eyes and blink at the harsh hospital lights, it felt like a weight had been lifted from her chest. She had feared losing him, but here he was, awake and breathing, a sign that perhaps the worst was over.Lucasโs voice was weak, barely a whisper, but the concern in his eyes was evident as he tried to focus on her. "M-Mama, howโs Clarissa? Is she okay?"His question struck her like a blow, and her heart faltered. Clarissa. The name hung in the air, filling the space between them with an unbearable silence. Victoria felt her throat tighten, her eyes welling up as she fought to control the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm her
Jessa was right. Clarissaโs death had broken the curse that had been placed upon her, the curse that had prevented her from living freely, from choosing her own path. Queen Marasela had the power to undo it, to restore Clarissaโs life and give her the opportunity to live as a human, free from the shadows of her past.The Queen knew that, deep within her, she had the ability to make that happen. But a new fear gripped her heartโif she brought Clarissa back, what guarantee was there that Victoria wouldnโt kill her again?As a human, Clarissa would be even more vulnerable to Victoriaโs wrath. And if Clarissa died a second time, this time as a human, Marasela would never be able to bring her back again. The thought of losing Clarissa permanently was something she could not bear.โI will bring her back,โ Queen Marasela said at last, her voice firm and steady, as she wiped away the last traces of her tears.Her gaze never wavered as she met Jessaโs eyes, and in that moment, it felt as if the
"SON?" Victoria's voice trembled with both relief and fear as she gently grasped her son's hand.Lucas had been in a coma for three long days, and the anxiety that had consumed her during that time was almost unbearable. She had stayed by his side, watching him, praying for his recovery, but the uncertainty had gnawed at her. Now, seeing him slowly open his eyes and blink at the harsh hospital lights, it felt like a weight had been lifted from her chest. She had feared losing him, but here he was, awake and breathing, a sign that perhaps the worst was over.Lucasโs voice was weak, barely a whisper, but the concern in his eyes was evident as he tried to focus on her. "M-Mama, howโs Clarissa? Is she okay?"His question struck her like a blow, and her heart faltered. Clarissa. The name hung in the air, filling the space between them with an unbearable silence. Victoria felt her throat tighten, her eyes welling up as she fought to control the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm her
โMY SON must not see that mermaid again. I want you to kill her, Marlon!โ Victoria's voice cut through the air with chilling command, her face contorted with fury.The words tumbled from her lips, each one a venomous strike aimed at the very heart of what she could not control. Her eyes, typically calm and calculating, were now wide with rage, the fire of her anger burning through her every word. This was no longer a mere requestโit was an ultimatum.Her hands clenched around the steering wheel, knuckles pale from the force, as she glared at the man beside her. Every fiber of her being trembled with the thought of her son, the light of her life, being tainted by the mermaid, Clarissa. She would notโcould notโallow such a thing to happen. The idea of losing her son to someone so foreign, so incomprehensible, drove her into a frenzy. No, this mermaid was an obstacle she was determined to eliminate.Victoriaโs heart pounded in her chest, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts, but at its core
She had always longed for a connection with him, something pure and filled with love. But instead, all she had now were painful, fragmented memories of a man who had been driven by revenge rather than affection. The sobs wracked her body as the emotional turmoil threatened to swallow her whole.She felt as if everything she had known about her life had been a lie, and her father's absence in her world now felt like a deep, unhealable wound. The grief mixed with fury, and the sobs came harder, each one more desperate than the last.โThatโs how cruel humans are, Clarissa,โ Queen Marasela said softly, her voice filled with both sorrow and understanding. She gently took Clarissaโs trembling hand in her own, offering what little comfort she could in this moment of raw emotional turmoil. As the queen held her hand, there was a quiet strength in her touch, a silent reminder that even in the most heartbreaking moments, Clarissa was not entirely alone. Marasela's eyes glistened with compassio
โWhat is your relationship with that man from the human world, Clarissa?โ Queen Marasela asked, her voice firm and tinged with a seriousness that demanded an honest answer. The weight of the queenโs question struck Clarissa like a tidal wave, leaving her breathless. Her heart pounded relentlessly, as if trying to escape the mounting tension in the room.But it wasnโt just the question itself that had her in turmoil. The piercing tone of authority in Queen Maraselaโs voice and the unwavering intensity in her eyes as she locked gazes with Clarissa made it impossible for her to hide the truth any longer. For a moment, the room felt stiflingly silent, save for the sound of Clarissaโs quickened breaths. She could sense the weight of the queenโs expectations pressing down on her shoulders. Still, she hesitated, her lips parting as though to speak, only for her courage to falter. โI thought we had already reached an understanding long ago,โ Queen Marasela continued, her words heavy with a
The sound of Clarissaโs voice was like a jolt to Lucasโs system. It made his heart leap in his chest, and for a moment, he was frozen. He had spent so many sleepless nights thinking about her, wondering if they would ever cross paths again. And now, here she was, walking toward him with a warm, familiar smile that seemed to light up everything around her. He felt a mix of relief and joy flood his chest as his eyes locked onto her form, drawing closer with every step.Without thinking, Lucas stood up from the large rock he had been sitting on, as if his body was reacting to the instinctive pull of her presence. His fingers subconsciously reached into his pocket, a nervous habit he hadnโt realized heโd picked up over the years, but he didnโt mind. His heart was pounding in his ears as he watched Clarissa move toward him, her graceful steps carrying her closer. He couldnโt tear his eyes away from her, unable to stop smiling as he took in the sight of her. She had changed, grown even mor
โNEXT WEEK, will you come back? Your grandfather will be arriving with Nanny Norma. Iโll be heading back to the mansion, and your daddy has to go to the clinic,โ Carmela informed Clarissa later that same day, after breakfast had passed. The light from the late afternoon sun filtered in through the windows, casting a warm glow across the room. There was a calmness in the air, but Carmelaโs words brought with them a ripple of change, signaling another shift in their already complicated lives.โDaddy is going to Manila?โ Clarissa asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and a touch of sadness. The thought of her father being away, even for a short time, felt like another piece of her already fragmented world slipping out of reach. The house in Eldoria, while full of love and comfort, never quite felt the same without him close by.Carmela nodded, understanding the weight of her daughterโs unspoken emotions. โDonโt worry. It wonโt be long before he moves here to Eldoria. Weโre selling
"IT'S GOOD you thought of visiting us, dear," Carmela said, her voice warm and gentle as she carefully combed her hair, the soft brush strokes providing a rhythmic comfort. Her words held the familiarity of a motherโs love, and though she was busy with her task, her gaze never strayed too far from Clarissa, the quiet concern in her eyes evident. She had always been attentive to the smallest changes in her daughterโs demeanor, and it wasnโt lost on her that something seemed different today. But she didnโt press; for now, she allowed Clarissa the space she needed.Clarissa smiled at her mother, her lips curving upward in a way that felt more automatic than genuine. She felt a deep warmth in her chest at Carmelaโs words, but her thoughts were scattered, tangled in the emotions she had tried to suppress. As her motherโs gaze moved toward the mirror, Clarissaโs attention drifted to the vastness of the sea outside the window, its endless stretch of blue almost beckoning to her. She sta
PRESENT DAY A sweet smile spread across Jessaโs lips as she glanced at Clarissa. Her eyes sparkled with the hint of mischief, the kind that only someone as close as Jessa could manage. โCome on, Queen Marasela is looking for you,โ she said, her voice light and teasing. Reaching out with a gentle but insistent hand, she tried to pull Clarissa along, guiding her through the cool, shimmering waters that lapped at the edges of the rocky shore. The water sparkled beneath the sun, and the air was thick with the sounds of the waves crashing gently against the rocks. It was the perfect moment for a peaceful stroll, yet Jessaโs impatience was palpable. But to Jessaโs surprise, Clarissa didnโt move. She remained seated on the large, smooth rock that jutted out from the water, her gaze fixed on the horizon. Her posture was still, as if she was lost in thought, caught in the depths of her own world. Her fingers lightly gripped the rock beside her, her knuckles white as she seemed to an