KiaI was walking on my way to the parking lot. I heard some voices behind me, so I rushed towards a car and hid there. When I was assured that they had already passed by. I immediately stood up and continued walking, but then someone suddenly grabbed my arm and forced me to enter a van. I tried to fight it and save myself, but then he was too strong."Calm down!""Nathan?! What are you doing here?" "Well, hello again, Kianna Myst Saavedra. I am here to talk about the rumors that were circulating around the campus. I thought we agreed that no one would ever know about what happened in that restroom, but then you tricked me. You changed the story, and now everyone believes that lie!" He continues to hold my arm, and as time passes, his hold becomes tighter. Furiousness filled his eyes. He seemed so furious with me that he might have wanted to kill me."It's not me! It's not me who spread that shitty rumour!"He stared at me seriously. "What do you mean? Then who does it?""It's Vera
KiaDays have passed and all I can say is that Ares is really better and more perfect than I thought. He never missed surprising me with his kindness. He deserves to have a loving wife because he is really a consistent man. And actually, I am really happy to be with him, though I am fully aware that we are getting married by agreement.I have been thinking about this lately... Two years later, will I be the one who will regret being apart from him? If only he was with me eight years ago...Wait a minute! Why do I have this idea in my head? Don't tell me I—I have fallen for him! I covered my mouth in shock. Does this mean that I like Ares France Vuertalejo?No! No! No!This can't be happening! It's just an agreement!I shook my head to erase everything I was thinking earlier. Since we have two years before going our separate ways, then I still have two more years to save enough money so that I can study abroad. I need to stop this nonsense and focus on myself. This will only put me in
Kia Love, that captivating force that imbues life with its mystique and breathtaking splendor. It's a sensation unlike any other, capable of rendering you both powerful and vulnerable in the same breath. Love's potency knows no bounds; it can elevate you to unimaginable heights or reduce you to a state of heart-wrenching desolation. The beauty of love is undeniable. It quietly germinates within your heart, sprouting the most exquisite blossoms in the world. Yet, amidst all this wonder, I find myself grappling with a question: Can I truly fall in love again? I recognize that love demands time to develop, and I am hesitant to surrender my heart to someone I scarcely know. These recent emotions, I suspect, are merely transient, born from my longing and solitude. I'm presently occupied with packing my belongings, my makeup freshly applied. I admit, I am genuinely content and filled with anticipation. Finally, he has acknowledged my value. Ares sits on the sofa, engrossed in a movie, un
KIA It felt as though a tidal wave of resentment had accompanied me from my earlier encounter at home. I realized I needed to clear my head, and so, I made the decision to indulge in some retail therapy, using the hard-earned cash from my part-time jobs. Treating oneself occasionally is entirely justified when you've put in the effort to earn it. "I'm back..." The journey through the mall had drained me, weighed down by my numerous purchases, including clothing and essentials. "Darling, you're home! Are you hungry? Dinner will be ready as soon as it's done cooking." His cheerful demeanor struck me as odd. He didn't appear to be perturbed by our earlier exchange. What was going on with this man? I didn't respond to his questions, continuing to approach him instead. I placed the paper bags I was carrying down and moved closer. Why was his voice so soothing? Did I find him attractive? Or was it simply his voice that left me puzzled? My emotions were in turmoil, and I had no clear un
KIA Every morning, the same repetitive ritual unfolds without fail. It's so predictable, so routine, that I could probably perform it in my sleep due to its sheer monotony. It's a daily routine dreaded not just by me but by countless others in our society. At precisely 7:20 a.m., my alarm clock blares with a loud, grating beep, signaling the commencement of yet another day. As I reluctantly open my eyes, I embark on the familiar process of shedding the comforting cocoon of my warm blanket, savoring every last bit of its enveloping warmth. I rub away the remnants of sleep from my eyes, shuffle out of bed, feeling disoriented and ill-prepared for the outside world. "Mhm… I've been feeling drained for quite some time now." The moment I rouse from slumber, I make a direct beeline for the restroom to prepare for the day's upcoming events. When I glance into the mirror, I'm taken aback to discover my neck adorned with a series of hickeys. Oh, God! How am I supposed to interpret this situa
Kia Our first class had concluded, and I stretched my body before rising from my seat and preparing to exit the room. As I was heading towards the cafeteria, my professor unexpectedly approached me. "Ms. Saavedra, I heard you don't have any classes in the afternoon. Could you assist me with something?" "Uh, yes, ma'am. How can I help you?" "Well, I have an urgent meeting with the dean, but unfortunately, I still have a class scheduled. So, I came up with an idea. I believe you could act as a substitute for me." "A substitute, ma'am? But I don't know anything about their major subjects..." "Don't worry. Your role will be to supervise them and ensure they remain quiet while I'm in my meeting. It's just a one-hour meeting, and I'll be there as soon as it concludes. They are expecting an exam from me, so you'll simply need to distribute the test papers and keep an eye on them. Remember, no cheating or talking during the exam, so you must vigilantly watch over them." It appeared that
Kia Once more, rain was descending upon the city as I sat beside Miaree behind the wishing fountain. Our respite followed a wearisome stroll through the mall. "Miaree, do you have any plans after this? My husband agreed to entertain some guests at our place since we've finished decorating. You mentioned wanting to meet him, didn't you? Today would be the ideal opportunity!" I suggested, grinning. "Apologies, but something urgent has come up," she replied. "My uncle just messaged me, so I must go see him. Perhaps next time. Tell him he owes me a nice meal when we do meet, okay?" With that, she departed, leaving me to ponder her recent change in demeanor and perpetual busyness. Maybe her uncle genuinely needed her assistance; I'd heard he was a businessman. I stood, adjusted my pants, and gathered my modest haul of school supplies. As I approached the exit, the rain showed no sign of letting up. I must confess, I found solace in rainy weather. During a downpour, the city appeared sim
KIA Once again, I find myself in this place, my gaze wandering aimlessly towards the ceiling. The words my father shared with me last night keep replaying incessantly in my mind. Who could possibly offer a solution to the dire situation our company is facing? My father mentioned it was a friend of mine, but I can't help but suspect it might be someone influential and affluent. I don't have any wealthy friends. Who could this mysterious savior be? As I pondered these thoughts, my phone suddenly sprang to life with a vibrating alert. It's a text message from Miaree. She wants to take me shopping today at her favorite store. She has an uncanny knack for timing her gestures perfectly. I need to inform her that our company crisis has been resolved. I promptly returned home and prepared myself with a refreshing bath. The SM Mall of Asia "You seem unusually cheerful today, Kia," Miaree innocently remarked, her eyes fixed on me. Even though I hadn't explicitly mentioned my elation, I cou