***It all started with the death of Miguel. After I returned home from the so-called cops' arrest, I went to work two days later. I was cheerfully returning home after capturing enough photos for my clients when a huge guy showed up in my front. I halted, staring at him from head to toe. I tightened my stare. I thought he was up for a fight, but no.“Who the hell are you?” I groaned. He looked back and another man stepped down from a black jeep behind the bad guy. He walked to us. I moved back, glaring even harder at him. He had a mob of unruly wavy hair. He had this aura of a devil that moves with him like a shadow. Though easy on the eyes, but devious. The first guy moved back, letting the second man stand two feet away from me. He glared into my eyes. My heart flew out of my chest. His eyes held enough villainous quality behind their beauty. His intense stare made me shiver from within. I couldn’t utter a word.“So, this is all there is to you,” he spoke out calmly, but his voice
I hesitantly answered the call. “What now?” I cried over the phone.“Are you okay?” I heard a female voice ask from the other end.“Oh, yeah, who is this?” I asked.“One of your clients,” she stated. “My name is Freda from Naples. I have a business for you,” she introduced.“Really, ma’am? Luna Bianchi speaking, how may I help you?” I spoke professionally, forgetting my initial fears.“I have a wedding coming up in a week. I want you to shoot on my wedding day. Are you up?”“Of course, ma’am. Shoot all the details into my email and I will be there.”“Sure,” she affirmed and hung up.“Wow, I got another job!” I exclaimed cheerfully. I headed inside to clean up the bloody mess and begin work for the day.A week later. I traveled to Naples for the wedding. I notified Freda of my arrival. She sent a guard to me who helped me in lodging in a hotel. I never saw Freda throughout the day. I didn’t even know the main location of the wedding. She t
***I sighed. I bet everything was clear now.“Miguel’s death was responsible for all this?” Ginevra queried dewy-eyed. “You weren’t even Miguel’s killer, I was…I killed him. Why did you have to undergo the torture for my mistake?” Ginevra teared up emotionally. I stood up and moved to the bed. I sat down beside her and held her close.“I can’t ever put you in danger, sweetheart. How can I ever do that?” I expressed misty-eyed. “Mother entrusted your safety into my hands, I assured her I will take care of you. I can’t ever breach that,” I assured and sniffed. I didn’t want to cry with her. She shouldn’t be encouraged to cry further. I wiped away her tears. “We are okay now, dear. You just got to see me like…like I was involved in an accident and, uh, I underwent surgery to change my facial look because my older face was, perhaps, damaged,” I stated. She turned her head and looked at me.“It doesn’t matter anymore, Luna. You are my sister, no matte
~Ginevra~I woke up in my room. I held my head as I tried to sit up. Emiliano stood up to come to assist me. My head aches. It made my vision blurry.“Be careful,” Emiliano said, holding my arm and helping me to sit up.“I do? Who was he?” my question rumbled in my head. “Emiliano.” Luna’s answer reverberated non-stop. It felt like a pail of cold water was poured on my body the moment I heard Emiliano’s name. I felt my heart being pulled out of my chest and my body being stabbed continuously. I stared at Emiliano. Was she speaking of another person? How many Emiliano do I know? I only know Emiliano, my husband. Did he murder my sister? He was the demonic villain that tortured my sister. It can’t be, it shouldn’t be Emiliano, not my husband. I teared up. He was much more of a saint than a villain. No.“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Emiliano queried. “Why are you crying? What happened to you?”I was confused. Did Emiliano change because he met me? Was he an initial villain that has denounc
I continued staring at Luna in confusion. What was going on? “You seriously don’t recognize me?” I queried.“Please, leave me alone,” she declared, shifting away from me.“Luna?” I called in surprise. She snubbed me and laid down. I stood up, confusion washed over me. I glanced at her a few more times before leaving the room.Author’s noteDear readers, for you not to be confused, I will use the POV of Sienna this time. Likewise, when she’s back to being Luna, I will use Luna’s POV. But she will continue to be called Anabel till Emiliano gets to know who she is. I hope you understand. Sorry for any confusion raised 🙏~Sienna~After the lady who was referring to me as Luna left, I decided to get up and freshen up. Emiliano was still mad at me. I wouldn’t blame him anyway. I shouldn’t have left the way I did in the first place. What came over me? I stepped down from the bed. But hold on? How did I suddenly appear in Emiliano’s house? The last thing I remembered was being drunk and sway
~Ginevra~Emiliano dragged me down to his room. He reached inside and pushed me on the bed.“Oww!” I exclaimed. I sat up quickly. He turned away from me. He held his head and grunted. He faced me again. He was angry. Just like he was before when he caught me with the journal. I shifted to the edge of the bed in tears. I couldn’t believe Emiliano could hurt me. I regret ever being pregnant for him.“I hate you,” I whimpered. He crouched in front of me, staring into my eyes. My heart thumbs up to my throat. He held my hands. I shifted back in fear. I was now scared of him.“I’m sorry. I don’t like this either,” he said calmly. “Don’t say you hate me, sweetheart. I love you. You got to believe me, I got nothing to do with Luna’s death. I didn’t murder her, please,” he apologized in a soft angelic voice that calmed my racing heartbeat. Should I believe him? How can I? Luna said he murdered her. She couldn’t be wrong about who tortured her. But now where is she? How did she leave Sienn
~Sienna~I found myself in the middle of the woods, staring at a lady. It seems I have seen her before, but not certain where. She was sadly looking at me. I tried to rack my brain, yet I couldn’t remember her. She watched every movement I took to remember.“I am Luna,” she introduced herself.“Oh,” I smiled at my foolishness. I should have known. I was the one that treated her a year ago. “So, why are you here? I heard you died.”“I need your help, Sienna,” she said in the most desperate voice I have ever heard. “I want to use your body to get in contact with my sister, please,” Luna begged, taking a step toward me. I took a step back.“I can’t,” I declared, shaking my head stubbornly. “It was all your fault Emiliano is no longer mine,” I accused, getting pissed off. “If you hadn’t entered my body, I would have returned to Emiliano. Do you know how much it hurts to learn that he is in love with another? And that she is pregnant? I bet you wouldn’t know because you have never fal
“What happened?” she asked. I rolled my eyes. Was it Sienna or Luna? “ahhhh-hhaaaaaa! Where have I been? What happened to me?” she yawned and queried.“Luna?” I called out, laughing and chuckling at the same time. I embraced her. “You are back. I missed you.”“Where did I go again?” Luna queried and I disengaged the hug.“It’s Sienna. She was back,” I let out.“Oh... But how?”“Um, well, I guess she saw her amulet and wore it.”~Luna~“Amulet?” I uttered and Ginevra nodded. “How could she have worn her amulet when I was in her body?” I queried. Ginevra looked confused. Then I remembered. It was the day Ginevra fainted. Emiliano had pulled the amulet off my neck. Could I have worn Sienna’s amulet? But how? “How did Sienna’s amulet get to this room?” I questioned, staring at Ginevra for an answer. She stood up, looking guilty like a red-handed caught thief.“Um, it was… when you were still Anabel,” Ginevra said. “I thought her amulet had fallen without her knowing, so, when I fo