LOGINAtarah KlyteCONCIOUSNESS came back to me slowly—like fragments of light breaking through an endless void.My eyelids fluttered open, heavy and reluctant, as though even the simple act of seeing required effort. The first thing that greeted me was a stark, unfamiliar white ceiling—cold, sterile, and painfully bright.For a few seconds, I simply stared at it, unmoving.Then the scent reached me.Antiseptic. Clean. Clinical.A hospital.Reality settled over me like a weight pressing against my chest.I shifted my gaze, scanning the room with quiet desperation, silently hoping, perhaps foolishly—that someone would be there. That I wasn’t alone.But the room remained empty.Silent. Unforgivingly so. I’m alone. Why do I expect?I tried to move. Pain erupted instantly, sharp and merciless, tearing through my body like a violent reminder that I was, in fact, still alive.A strained sound escaped my lips as I winced, my fingers gripping the thin hospital sheets.Slowly, my eyes dropped to my
Atarah KlyteI bit my lip hard because I felt like I wanted to kiss him again. It was frustrating how my lips kept searching for his.I'm so cringey—why am I acting like this? Goodness, I'm really not like this.We both got out of my car. I had parked it outside and didn't bother bringing it inside since I was leaving anyway."Hey, press the doorbell," I instructed while fixing myself. He pressed it, and within less than a minute, Manang Josie, our house helper, came out."You're here, hija. Good evening to you both," she said, bowing slightly, so I smiled at her."Good evening too," Rare replied."You're quite a handsome young man. Wait—are you her boyfriend, hija?" Manang asked, her brows slightly furrowed, so I just smiled."Hahaha, no, Manang. He's the one Mom invited," I answered, glancing at Rare, who was already smirking again."Oh, I see. Sorry about that. You two look good together though. There's spark and chemistry, hija," she added, sounding amused.I couldn't help but cri
Atarah KlyteI stared blankly at my cup, absentmindedly stirring the coffee I had just made. I still couldn't move on from what happened yesterday. The audacity of him—Rare was such an asshole.I wasn't pregnant, and yet he still managed to ruin my chance at being happy. Damn him. He was nothing but a tease.What I couldn't understand was this—he used protection, he knew I wasn't pregnant... so why was he acting like he was chasing after some imaginary baby? Why was he suddenly so caring toward me? I wasn't assuming anything—but it was real. I felt it.Was he playing with me? Does He know at the first place that I'm his EX's girlfriend sister.He even had the nerve to say things like "this isn't the right time, baby," as if there would ever be a next time. As if I'd still want him to get me pregnant. Well, he was dead wrong. The nerve of that man. He wasted the chances I gave him. Fine—I'll just find another sperm donor.He was useless anyway. He got what he wanted from my body and ga
Atarah Klyte“Hmmm… Rare.”I called his name softly, almost absentmindedly.“Yes?” he replied, glancing over his shoulder.Rare was standing in the kitchen, his sleeves slightly rolled up as he focused on cooking. The soft glow of the kitchen lights reflected on the stainless steel counter while the faint sound of oil sizzling filled the air. Yes—he was cooking.Fries, popcorn, tacos, hotdogs—practically a whole snack feast. Earlier we had decided to watch a movie marathon so the night wouldn’t feel boring. It was still early anyway, and neither of us had plans to leave.“I only have this big pink T-shirt,” I said shyly, avoiding his gaze. “If you want to change your clothes… you can use it. Your outfit looks uncomfortable.”My voice dropped toward the end of the sentence.Damn.Why was I suddenly embarrassed?Rare chuckled quietly.Without turning fully toward me, he stretched out his hand.I was supposed to give him the shirt.Instead, my eyes froze on his hand.It was pale and sm
Atarah Klyte “BUT how?” Akisha asked.Why does she even want to know? She’s way too curious. What is this—jealousy? Tss.“Ask her,” Rare replied with a teasing grin.Ugh! I hated that grin of his. It irritated me so much.But I can’t deny that He’s so Hot!“Gotta go. Just tell Daddy for me. I’m feeling dizzy,” I said to Ate Akisha instead, completely ignoring her question.From the corner of my eye, I noticed Rare raise one eyebrow, but I pretended not to see it and hurried away. Before I could get too far, though, I heard him speak again.“I’m an exchange doctor currently working at St. Calisha, where your sister also works, and she happens to be a close friend of mine.”What? He knows me because we’re “close”? And wait—oh my God! Did he recognize me from the hospital? He mentioned St. Calisha!I shook my head and practically ran out from the hotel. Once outside, I headed straight to the parking lot.I hurriedly rummaged through my bag for my car keys. The moment I found them, I sud
Atarah KlyteI bent slightly forward, adjusting the mask that covered my face. God, please... let him not recognize me. The thought alone made my chest tighten. If he saw me like this, if he somehow realized who I was... my life could spiral out of control.I swallowed hard before forcing myself to speak. "I'm leaving now," I said, picking up the tray of used supplies I had just finished with. I dipped my head slightly in a polite nod."Wait..."A sudden, light touch on my shoulder froze me mid-step."Yes, Doc?" I tried to keep my voice steady, but it faltered anyway. Self, why are you always so clumsy? I cursed inwardly. Any second now, I could be caught in my own nervousness."New?" His voice was cold, low, and deep—an intoxicating timbre that made my heart skip and my knees feel weak. Why did men always have to sound this good when they spoke? Ugh. Damn it."N-no, Doc..""I see." His hand slid off my shoulder, and I immediately stepped away, almost tripping as my pulse raced like







