Reina was all smiles as she walked beside Melody, who was busily haggling with the fishermen.
"Kuya Natoy! Kuya Natoy! We're here!" Melody called out.
"Hey, Melody! How are you? You look cheerful today!" Nate said with a grin.
"Of course! I’m with someone special!" Melody answered with a bright smile.
"Special? Who’s that?" Nate asked, raising an eyebrow curiously.
"Kuya Natoy, meet Maureen. Ate Maureen, this is Kuya Nate. He's the best fisherman around here!"
"Hello," Maureen said briefly, her voice reserved.
She stayed behind as the others conversed in Bisaya dialect, just listening quietly.
"Alright, ma’am, Kuya Natoy said it’s all settled," Melody informed Reina—now introduced as Maureen.
Maureen simply nodded, still in disbelief that all the fish they bought only cost 150 pesos in total.
“All of this?” she asked again.
“Yes, ma’am,” Melody confirmed with a grin.
Maureen also noticed the man who had been eyeing her for quite some time. His name was supposedly Natoy. He looked to be around twenty-eight years old—tan-skinned, with a well-toned body, clearly used to working under the sun. He moved like Robin Padilla and seemed shy.
“Good afternoon, Ma’am Maureen. I’m Nate. I’m glad you chose to spend your vacation here,” he said, obviously trying to befriend her.
“Good afternoon, Nate. Don’t call me ma’am. Just Maureen is fine.”
Nate scratched the back of his head, looking a bit shy.
“If it’s from Kuya Nate, it’s guaranteed fresh, right?” Melody chimed in, clearly backing him up.
“Of course! We caught these just last night. They still smell like the sea,” Nate added proudly.
“Smell like the sea? I’m not really used to this,” Maureen commented.
“Oh, you’re from the city, aren’t you? Seems like you’re not used to life by the sea,” Nate observed.
“Yeah, I don’t come here often. But it’s so peaceful. The view is beautiful.”
“Kuya Nate, you’re good at cooking too, right? Maybe you could give her some tips on perfect grilling,” Melody teased while nudging Nate proudly.
Maureen couldn’t help but laugh at that moment. It had been a while since she laughed like that.
“Oh, really? Okay, Maureen, here’s the secret: the fire has to be just right—not too strong. And don’t forget to brush on some butter for extra flavor!” Nate said, sharing his tips.
“You really sound like an expert, Natoy. Alright, I’ll give it a try,” Maureen responded.
“Ate, maybe Kuya Natoy can also teach you how to clean fish,” Melody added playfully.
“Hey now, Melody, I never said I wanted to be a fisherman,” Maureen replied with a chuckle.
“Cleaning fish is easy, Maureen. But if you’d like, I can teach you sometime. Lessons are free,” Nate offered enthusiastically. His vibe, like Melody’s, was contagious—very lovable, extremely friendly, and undeniably attractive. So different from Gabriel’s demeanor.
“Thanks, but I might already be full from the smell before we finish,” Maureen joked.
“Ate, you’re a little too fancy for this place. But you’ll get used to it… especially if Kuya Natoy is your teacher,” Melody teased again.
“Stop it, Melody!” Maureen laughed.
“Oh no, Melody, Maureen might be getting embarrassed because of you,” Nate said.
“Well, Kuya Natoy, it’s true—you’re kind. And Ate Maureen seems like she’d fit right into this simple life, don’t you think?”
Maureen just shook her head while softly laughing.
“Nate, how much is a kilo of bangus? I’ll just get that to end this conversation,” Maureen asked, changing the subject.
“For you? It’s free,” Nate replied.
“Free? No way,” Maureen said quickly.
“It’s possible. It’s my special promo for new visitors by the sea,” Nate said with a grin.
“I told you, Ate Maureen, you’re special!” Melody whispered as if they’d been close friends for a long time. Maureen felt comfortable around these new people. Sooner or later, she would grow used to provincial life.
“I don’t like owing people anything, Natoy. I’ll pay,” Maureen insisted.
“Alright then. But I’ll give you a discount. So you’ll come back more often,” Nate replied with a warm smile.
“Thanks, Natoy. Melody and I will be back when we need more.”
“We’ll come back… or you’ll come back, Ate?” Melody asked teasingly.
“Let’s go before you get all dramatic again!”
“Take care! Don’t be shy to come back, alright?” Nate said with a grin, his bright face showing how happy he was to have met Maureen. It had been a long time since he had a love life, but it felt like a sign—like love might come knocking again.
“This is it, Lord! Thanks, finally!” he shouted into the air.
Maureen and Melody walked away, their laughter blending with the gentle crash of waves. Nate watched them go, a small smile lingering on his face before he returned to work. This was where Reina’s new life as Maureen Lopez would begin.
When they arrived home, Melody started cooking right away, and Maureen couldn’t resist helping. They joyfully cooked paksiw and fish soup. The flavor was deliciously fresh, sweet, and satisfying.
“Ate, you cook so well! You and Kuya Natoy really match!” Melody squealed.
“Oh no, what if he’s already married? I’ll be in trouble!”
“No way, Ate! Kuya Natoy’s single. His fiancée, Ate Emerald, passed away.”
Maureen was caught off guard. She felt sad after hearing that. Maybe Natoy hadn’t moved on yet—that could be why he hadn’t found a new love since.
She suddenly wondered… was Gabriel looking for her now? Did he even care?
Her expression turned serious.
She still loved him… but now, she needed to love herself more.
She had to be strong.
“Ate, are you okay? Why’d you suddenly go quiet?” Melody asked.
She shook her head. “Turns out we’re the same. My ex-boyfriend died too,” she lied.
“Oh… I’m so sorry, Ate. My condolences.”
Rampage Island buzzed with a quiet tension. Though the waves outside remained peaceful and the wind soft against the trees, within the walls of the temporary safehouse Reina now called home, things were shifting. She felt it in the way Wayne checked his satellite phone every hour, or how Melody's eyes scanned every bush and rock like a trained hawk.Reina stepped out of her room that morning, wearing a plain white cotton dress. Her hair, still wet from her shower, fell over her shoulders as she walked barefoot to the shaded balcony where Nate stood sipping coffee.“You didn’t sleep,” she said gently.Nate didn’t look at her, only nodded. “Neither did Wayne. He got two messages from Ax around three a.m.”“Is it bad?” she asked, gripping the wooden railing.“It’s getting riskier to stay here. We’ve been quiet, but Gabriel’s men are spreading. Ax said they tracked down a man from the port who vaguely remembers seeing you.”Reina’s shoulders tensed. “So what now?”“We go underground. Or w
The days passed in a rhythmic blur on Rampage Island.Nestled deep in the folds of the Philippine archipelago and shielded by natural rock formations and dense foliage, the island was the perfect sanctuary—remote, undisturbed, and virtually invisible to outside eyes. Reina, Nate, Melody, and Wayne had carved out a temporary life here, but beneath the sunlit beach and rustling coconut trees, tension ran like an undercurrent in their every movement.Reina sat alone on a makeshift bamboo chair, her eyes fixed on the endless horizon. Her hands clutched the old journal Wayne had given her—once her father’s, now hers. Each page was a reminder of everything she had lost, everything she had chosen to escape.A soft breeze carried the scent of salt and earth. In the distance, Nate was teaching Melody how to spear fish. Wayne had disappeared into the trees earlier that morning to establish radio silence and sweep the perimeter.But Reina couldn’t focus on survival tasks—not yet. Her mind was co
Chiang Mai, Thailand – the city of misty mountains, vibrant temples, and endless silk bazaars. To any outsider, it was a picturesque haven steeped in tradition. But to Reina, it was nothing more than a temporary cage — one gilded with protection, hidden identities, and a constant fear of being found.They arrived under new aliases: Reina became Sarai Velasquez, a young Filipina entrepreneur investing in local wellness retreats. Nate became Michael Serrano, her business partner and fiancé. Melody played the role of their cheerful cousin from Cebu. Wayne, though resistant, took the name Caleb Morales, the stoic older brother who handled security and legal matters.The house they settled into was in the outskirts of the city, surrounded by rice paddies and the soft hum of cicadas at night. It was discreet, protected by agents loyal to Ax, and away from the crowded city center. But despite the peace, Reina couldn’t sleep.Her dreams were riddled with fire, gunshots, and Gabriel’s icy voic
Gabriel stood on the rooftop of an abandoned hotel, his coat flapping violently in the wind. He had just received confirmation from one of his men—Reina had been spotted in Sarangani. But by the time his forces arrived, the boat was gone.“They’re heading for Thailand,” Natasha said over the phone, her voice tight.Gabriel clenched the phone in his hand. “She’s working with Ax, isn’t she?”“There’s no confirmation, but... it’s likely.”Gabriel’s laugh was dry and dangerous. “So this is his play. To use my bride-to-be as a weapon.”“She was never yours, Gabriel,” Natasha reminded him gently.“She was mine the moment the engagement was signed.”“You never saw her, Gabriel. Not really.”He ended the call without another word.Turning to his lieutenants, Gabriel barked orders. “I want operatives in Thailand. Chiang Mai, Phuket, even the borders of Laos and Myanmar. Anyone she talks to, anyone who offers her shelter—I want them tracked.”“Yes, boss.”“And contact TRIAD's underground connec
The sound of the waves had changed.Reina sat at the edge of a rocky bluff overlooking the ocean, the soft crash of the surf below echoing her racing thoughts. The hideout in Burma had become their new base—quiet, secluded, and surrounded by high hills and forest trails. A perfect place to disappear... or to plan something greater.She wasn’t sure which she needed more.Wayne approached, the crunch of his boots over gravel pulling her from her thoughts. He dropped a folder beside her.“Intelligence from Hiron,” he said. “Gabriel’s searching every port in Mindanao. He already sniffed around Davao and Zamboanga. We estimate three days before he realizes you’re no longer in the country.”Reina opened the folder. Satellite photos. Port logs. Redacted flight data. Her brows furrowed as she took it all in—not as a helpless target, but as someone who now needed to act.“We can’t keep running,” she said without looking up. “Sooner or later, he’ll catch up. And next time, we might not have tim
The boat finally docked at a weather-worn pier cloaked in morning fog. Reina wrapped her arms around herself, shivering slightly—not from the cold, but from everything she had left behind.She looked up.Before them rose a modest house nestled among thick mangrove trees, hidden from aerial view and accessible only through narrow channels in the swamp. Wayne leaped out first and helped Melody and Reina onto the wooden planks.“Where are we?” Reina asked, her voice hoarse.“Welcome to Bayangin,” Wayne replied. “A forgotten part of Basilan. Only a handful of locals know this exists. Dad used it back in the day when he needed to disappear.”“Your dad?” Reina echoed, brows furrowing.Wayne didn’t respond. He just led the way through the muddy path, Nate trailing behind silently, his hand brushing Reina’s back protectively.Inside the house, the space was clean but bare. Old maps, surveillance radios, and hidden compartments told Reina that this wasn’t just a house—it was a stronghold. Melod