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Chapter One: The Wrong Girl
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2025-06-28 19:33:37Isabella’s POV
Masakit ang ulo ko. As in, parang sinuntok ako ng limang tao sabay-sabay. Sobrang bigat ng katawan ko. Para akong binuhat, binagsak, at iniwan sa kalsada. At ang lalamunan ko—tuyong-tuyo. Parang ilang araw na akong walang tubig. Pero ang mas masakit? Yung pulso ko. Nakagapos ako. Napamulat ako bigla. Maliwanag. Masyadong maliwanag. Yung ilaw sa kisame, chandelier na parang crystal, kumikislap sa liwanag ng araw. Marble floor. Malalaking painting sa pader. Mga muwebles na mukhang imported. Isa lang ang naisip ko: Tangina. Hindi ‘to Cubao. Hindi ‘to bahay. Hindi ‘to opisina. Hindi ‘to normal. Nasa ibang mundo ako. At doon ko narinig ang boses. “Are you all idiots?! I said bring me Sofia Marie Cruz—not some random lookalike off the street!” Malalim ang boses. Galit. May authority. Hindi boses ng tambay. Boss ‘to. Dangerous na boss. “Sir, di po namin napansin! Kamukhang-kamukha niya! Pati height, buhok—” “I don’t care if she has the same goddamn DNA. That’s not her! Do you take me for a fool?!” Napatigil ako. Sofia? Kamukha? Wait—ako ba ‘yon?! Tinesting kong gumalaw. Na-feel ko yung tali sa kamay ko. Nakagapos ako sa couch. Literal. “Sht. Sht. Anong… anong nangyayari?! Bakit ako nakatali?!” Tumigil ang sigawan. Tapos may narinig akong papalapit. Mabigat ang yabag. Parang sanay na sanay mag-utos. Tapos lumitaw siya. Matangkad. Naka-black suit. Maputla. Matalim ang panga. At yung mga mata niya? Parang yelo. Wala kang makikitang awa. Parang wala siyang puso. Napako ang tingin ko sa kanya. Kilala ko siya—hindi personally, pero alam kong ganyan ang itsura ng lalaking hindi mo gugustuhing kaaway. “You’re awake,” sabi niya. Walang emosyon. Walang concern. English. Diretso. Parang wala lang akong tao. Nanlaki ang mata ko. “Sino ka?! Nasan ako?! Let me go!” “No. You’re not going anywhere.” “Dude, look—narinig ko kayo. You got the wrong girl. Mali kayo!” Tinitigan niya lang ito. Nainis sa tono ng babae. Walang kumakausap sa kanya nang ganoon. Nagpumiglas ako. “Hindi ko kilala yung Sofia na ‘yan, promise! Wala akong pake sa inyo! Hindi ako threat! Teka lang—” Bigla niyang hinila ang braso ko. Malakas. Napabangon ako ng pilit, halos mabuwal sa lakas. “Shut up before I make you.” Napanganga ako. “Anong klaseng tao ka ba?! Pakawalan mo ko!” “You’re staying here until I decide what to do with you.” “Grabe ka! Kidnapping na nga ‘to! May trauma na nga ako sa MRT, dinagdagan mo pa ng ganito?!” “This isn’t personal. You were a mistake. But mistakes can be… contained.” Gusto ko siyang batuhin ng sapatos. Putngina talaga.* “Mali ang tao mo! Baliw ka! Mayaman ka nga, gago ka naman!” Napatingin siya sa’kin. Mabagal. Isang hakbang palapit. Tapos ngumiti—pero hindi yung ngiti na may warmth. Yung tipong ngiti ng demonyo sa pelikula. “You should be thankful I’m not like most men,” sabi niya. “Because if I were, you'd already be dead. So shut your mouth… or I’ll bury you alive and no one would ever know where.” Tumigil ang mundo ko. Literal. Nanigas ako. Hindi ko alam kung iiyak ako o tatawa sa takot. Pakiramdam ko para akong ibong nilagyan ng alambre sa leeg. Hindi ako makagalaw. Hindi ako makapaniwala. Sino ‘tong hayop na ‘to? “Pakawalan mo ko,” pabulong ko. “Hindi ako magsusumbong. Swear. Isumpa mo pa ko sa impyerno, wala kang maririnig mula sa’kin. Please…” Tinitigan niya lang ako. Walang emosyon. Parang bato. “I already live in a prison. One more prisoner won’t make a difference.” Hawak hawak niya ang braso kong kinakaladkad papunta sa ikalawang palapag ng bahay niya. Maya maya pa'y narating namin ang isang kwarto at sapilitan akong pinasok doon. Maliit lang iyon pero maayos. "Ngayon pa lang sasabihin ko na", panimula niya habang kinakalagan ako. "You won't be able to leave until I say so. Dare to escape and you'll die". Mariin niya akong tinitigan. "Do you understand?", biglang sabi nito. "Yes. Alangan naman sabihin kong no di ba?", pabalang kong sagot. Nakakabwisit tong lalaking to. Uh-oh. Humakbang siya papalapit sakin. Humakbang ako patalikod. Ilang hakbang pa'y bumangga na ko sa dingding. "Do you understand?", muli niyang sabi. Napalunok ako habang nakatitig sa kanya, "yes", ang tangi kong nasabi. At naglakad na siya palabas ng pinto. AWOL pa nga ako nito sa trabaho. Lagot talaga ako sa boss ko.
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