LOGINIANA SKYLEIGH ASHER "“Good morning, sleepyhead.” A soft, protesting groan escaped my lips. I reached for the pillow wedged between my thighs and pulled it over my face, hoping to shut out whoever had the audacity to disturb my precious sleep. Unfortunately, a quiet giggle from an unfamiliar voice stopped me in my tracks. “She doesn’t want to be disturbed, Ate. Just look at her eyebrows!” the woman exclaimed, amusement lacing her voice. “They’re practically touching. Give her a few more seconds, and they might become one straight line.” I stirred before slowly peeling my eyes open. Adrienne’s beautiful face greeted me the moment I lowered my pillow. Her lips were curved into a soft, bright smile, and her hair fell loosely around her shoulders, making her look effortlessly gorgeous even this early in the morning. But she wasn’t alone. Another woman stood behind her, watching me with a curious glint in her eyes. She had the brightest smile I had ever seen, as though the mere si
IANA SKYLEIGH ASHER “Fuck, hindi… hindi…hindi., Blue.” Adrienne slammed the car door. Tears streaming down her face as she stares at the burning vehicle far below the cliff. The same vehicle belonging to the people who had taken Caitlin. I followed her out, my own breath catching as I looked down at the wreckage. The flames swallowed the darkness below. I covered my mouth. Beside me, Adrienne stood completely still, her hand clenched so tightly that her knuckles had turned white. I reached for it and held on, desperate to give her something, anything to keep her anchored. But for the first time, I saw her completely broken. Adrienne was crying. Not quietly. Not the kind of tears she could wipe away and pretend never happened. She was devastated. “bababa ako, hahanapin ko siya. She can’t be dead. This can’t be happening.” her jaw tightened. Before I could stop her, she pulled her arm away from me and stepped closer to the edge. My stomach dropped at the sight of her. “What ar
IANA SKYLEIGH ASHER Life is full of things we never expect. Things that never once cross our minds as possibilities, until suddenly, they become our reality. When I saw Amber suffering, when I watched her drowning in pain, I promised myself that I would pull her out of it. I did everything I could to help her forget Caitlin,the woman I believed would never come back. And back then, I was certain I loved Amber. I chose her. I chose to stay beside her when she was hurting. I chose to become the person who would make her smile again. I chose to love her because I believed that if I could ease her pain, then maybe the ache inside me would disappear too. Every time I saw Amber cry, every time she locked herself away in her sadness, I felt her pain as though it were my own. Seeing her broken made something inside me break, too. So I convinced myself that was love. Maybe it was. But love, no matter how real it once felt, does not always mean it is meant to last. I thought I understood
IANA SKYLEIGH ASHER I remained silent for the entire drive to Amber’s office. The only thing breaking the silence inside the car was Yellow, who kept asking questions from time to time. Adrienne answered each one with nothing more than brief, restrained replies. I kept my eyes fixed on the window, watching people pass by and the chaotic streets of the city blur into one another. The car moved in stops and starts, trapped in the heavy afternoon traffic. It was rush hour, the time when students and employees were all making their way home. I never looked in Adrienne’s direction. But I could feel her. Every now and then, I caught the faint weight of her gaze on me, even without turning my head. I wondered why I couldn't see any sweetness between her and Yellow. They didn't have to hold back because of me. They didn't have to hide anything. And yet, a selfish part of me was grateful that they weren't being openly affectionate in front of me. Because even seeing them exchange smile
IANA SKYLEIGH ASHER Two weeks had passed since what happened at the hospital. Since she returned. And for those same two weeks, I had been avoiding her. I was afraid that the wall I had been desperately trying to build around my heart would come crumbling down the moment I stood before her. I had spent convincing myself that distance was the only way to keep from falling apart, and yet every passing day without her seemed to weaken the very foundation I was trying to protect. I didn’t want to be the reason she and Yellow fell apart. I rested my head against my pillow and stared at the ceiling. I had been awake for hours, but I couldn’t bring myself to get up and go to work. My body felt heavy, as though even the simplest movement required more strength than I had left to give. For two weeks, she had tried talking to me over and over again. And for two weeks, I had chosen not to face her. Not because I didn’t want to hear her voice. God knew how desperately I wanted to. But I was t
IANA SKYLEIGH ASHER YU One month had passed since Adie left the country. At first, I was angry. I thought she had done it again, walked away without a word, leaving me behind as though I were nothing more than a passing thought in her life. I had been hurt, furious even, because for a moment I believed that after everything that had happened between us, she had still chosen to disappear without giving me a single explanation. But that anger vanished the moment I learned the truth. She hadn't left willingly. She had been taken. And once again, I was afraid. I asked Tito Mark to investigate everything. I wanted to know who had taken her, why she had been forced out of the country, and where she had been brought. Tito Mark was Momma's right-hand man at the agency, and if anyone could dig deep enough to uncover the truth, it was him. Eventually, he found something. According to him, it was Adie's own grandfather who had been behind her abduction and the forced departure from the Ph




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