ELIRA’S POV
Pagkatapos ng nangyari kagabi sa ulan, I couldn’t sleep. Hindi dahil sa lamig. Hindi dahil sa basa pa ang buhok ko. Pero dahil sa sinabi ni Kael: "Falling in love with you… that’s what scares me." Hanggang ngayon, parang echo sa isip ko. Sinabi niya ba talaga 'yon? Or was I just too desperate to believe that the man who married me out of debt might actually love me back? Maaga akong bumaba. Suot ko pa rin ang oversized hoodie ko at ang basang damdamin ko. Kael wasn’t in the dining area. As usual. Pero may natanggap akong text from an unknown number: "Meet me at Grayleaf Tower. 11 A.M. Don't bring him. This is about your life." Hindi ko na tinanong kung sino. I knew in my gut. Solene. The wind was sharp, parang tinutusok ang balat ko. Solene was already there, nakaupo sa corner table, red lipstick again, and that same confident, deadly smile. "Hindi kita inimbita para mag-away," she started, sipping her coffee. "I came to give you a chance." "Chance sa ano? Sa fantasy mong si Kael babalik sa 'yo?" I snapped. She laughed. Not annoyed. Not offended. Just amused. "Cute. But no. I came to give you the truth." She placed a folder on the table. "Open it." I did. And my world cracked. Inside the folder: A birth certificate. Medical reports. A document showing power of attorney. And a DNA match result between Kael Thorne and... a child. A daughter. "This is Azaira. Kael's child." My lips trembled. "You're lying." "No. I'm warning you," she said, suddenly serious. "You think Kael is cold because he has walls? No, Elira. He’s cold because he’s hiding more than his past. He’s hiding people. Lives. Mistakes." "Why are you showing me this? What do you want from me?" "I want you to be smart," she said. "Leave before you become another secret he buries." Pagbalik ko, tahimik ang buong bahay. Kael wasn’t around, but I knew where he would be. I entered the library. And there he was. Reading. As if the world didn’t just shift. "Who is Azaira?" His hand froze. Hindi niya ako tiningnan agad. Pero tumayo siya. "Where did you hear that name?" "From the woman you should’ve warned me about." Kael sighed, slowly removing his glasses. "Elira, this is not what you think." "Then make me understand. Kasi ang nakikita ko lang ngayon ay isang lalaking may anak na hindi man lang ako kayang sabihan." "She’s not my daughter." Tahimik. "She’s my half-sister." What? He walked toward me, placing the documents gently on the table. "My father had another family. He hid them. Azaira is his child. After he died, I found out. I gave her my name. I took legal responsibility." "Why?" "Because no one else would. And because she reminded me what innocence looks like." I stared at him, searching for lies. Wala akong nakita kundi pagod. Truth. And something I hadn’t seen before... Fear. "Solene thought she could use that against me. But I’m not hiding Azaira. I’m protecting her." I looked away. My chest was heavy. "You keep saying you're protecting people. But who protects me, Kael?" He stepped closer. Slowly. Carefully. "I will. If you let me." I held the documents again, rereading every name, every date, every stamp. And this time, I didn’t feel broken. I felt awake. Because now I realized... Kael Thorne is not the villain of this story. But he might be the only man dangerous enough to love me the way I deserve.Tahimik sa loob ng kwarto. Ang tanging naririnig ko lang ay ang marahang hinga ni Azaira habang mahimbing siyang natutulog sa kama sa guest room namin. Kael insisted she stay close after the attack. Hindi niya ako mapayagang malayo sa kanya. I stood by the window, arms wrapped around myself. Ang gabi ay parang alon—malamig, madilim, puno ng tanong. Kael entered quietly, dala ang dalawang tasa ng tsaa. Inabot niya ang isa sa akin. “Chamomile,” sabi niya. “Pampakalma.” “Thank you,” bulong ko, hindi pa rin tumitingin sa kanya. Tahimik kami pareho. Pero hindi ito 'yung komportableng katahimikan na sanay na ako sa kanya. This one was heavy. Laced with a truth too painful to ignore. “Gusto mong malaman kung anong alam ko, ‘di ba?” bulong ni Kael, his voice low, husky, almost dangerous. Tumango ako, hindi lumilingon. “Then come with me,” he said.
Maaga pa lang, gising na ako.I watched Azaira as she slept beside me—hugging her stuffed rabbit close, peaceful, innocent. Kung makikita mo siya ngayon, iisipin mong wala siyang iniisip na problema sa mundo.Pero ako? I was holding a storm inside my chest.Naramdaman ko ang paggalaw ni Kael mula sa kabilang side. Tahimik siyang bumangon, naglakad papunta sa balcony. I followed him, dala ang dalawang mug ng mainit na tsaa.“Today’s the day,” sabi ko.He nodded. “She deserves answers.”“Pero paano natin sisimulan? Paano mo sasabihin sa isang bata na ang nanay niya ay tinago, at ang lolo niya ay isang halimaw?”“Isa-isa,” sagot niya. “We’ll start with what matters—na hindi siya iniwan. Na minahal siya.”I looked out sa malawak na garden below. Azaira’s imaginary garden. Maybe it’s time she knew where the real one once existed.After breakfast, we brought her outside.It was quiet, the sun ba
Tahimik lang kami ni Kael sa loob ng kwarto, pero ang bigat sa pagitan namin parang hangin na mahirap lunukin.“She deserves the truth,” ulit ko, mahina pero buo ang loob.Kael stared at the letter in his hands. His knuckles turned white habang hawak niya ito nang mahigpit. Halos madurog na ang papel.“I don’t know how to tell her,” bulong niya. “Paano mo sasabihin sa bata na buong buhay niya… kasinungalingan lang?”Tumayo ako, nagsimulang maglakad pabalik-balik. “You don’t tell her right away. You show her. Slowly. Unti-unti. Let her feel it before she understands.”Tumingala siya. “And if she asks bakit siya iniwan?”Napahinto ako. Ang sakit marinig.“She wasn’t,” sabi ko, nanginginig ang boses. “She was… taken.”Hindi ako makatulog nung gabi. Paulit-ulit na bumabalik sa isip ko ang sulat ni Mama. “Her name was Azaira.”Mahal niya 'yon. Ramdam ko sa bawat titik, bawat linya. Pero bakit niya
“Azaira wants to meet you,” Kael said habang pareho kaming nakatayo sa harap ng malaking bintana ng mansion. Ang ulan sa labas ay marahang bumubuhos, waring may kasamang pasubali ang langit.Tumigil ako sa pag-inom ng kape.“She asked?” tanong ko, pilit pinapanatiling kalmado ang boses.“Yes,” sagot niya. “But she doesn’t know who you are to me yet.”“Wife in secret,” I muttered.Kael didn’t react. But I knew he heard it. I saw the twitch in his jaw, the way his fingers gripped the railing just a little tighter.“I want to be honest with her… eventually,” he added, softer now. “She’s just a child, Elira. Hindi niya alam ang kasinungalingang iniwan sa kanya ng tatay namin.”Tumango ako, pero hindi pa rin nawawala ang bigat sa dibdib ko. How many lies had been stacked between our families like bricks in a wall?Sa bawat yabag ko palapit sa study, naririnig ko na ang mahinang tawa ng bata. High-pitched. Innocent. M
ELIRA’S POVPagkatapos ng nangyari kagabi sa ulan, I couldn’t sleep.Hindi dahil sa lamig. Hindi dahil sa basa pa ang buhok ko.Pero dahil sa sinabi ni Kael:"Falling in love with you… that’s what scares me."Hanggang ngayon, parang echo sa isip ko.Sinabi niya ba talaga 'yon?Or was I just too desperate to believe that the man who married me out of debt might actually love me back?Maaga akong bumaba. Suot ko pa rin ang oversized hoodie ko at ang basang damdamin ko.Kael wasn’t in the dining area. As usual.Pero may natanggap akong text from an unknown number:"Meet me at Grayleaf Tower. 11 A.M. Don't bring him. This is about your life."Hindi ko na tinanong kung sino. I knew in my gut.Solene.The wind was sharp, parang tinutusok ang balat ko.Solene was already there, nakaupo sa corner table, red lipstick again, and that same confident, deadly smile."Hindi kita inimbita para mag-away," she started, sipping
KAEL’S POVI watched her walk away.Bitbit ang mga papel na buong buhay niyang binura ng isang lihim.V.E.V.Vivienne Elira Virel.I should’ve told her.But how do you explain a truth that’s older than both of you?A promise made between two people you tried so hard to forget?I stood there in silence, pretending I didn’t care but in my head there's many questions running.But the moment the door closed behind her...I did.Wala akong dalang payong.Of course not. How could I have expected a storm?Pero kahit pa basang-basa na ako, I kept walking na tila walang patutunguhan sa sobrang manhid ng aking nararamdaman.One step away from Kael.One step closer to the unknown.Then I heard footsteps behind me.“Elira, wait.”I stopped. Slowly, I turned.Kael.Basang-basa rin. No umbrella. No suit. Just the truth in his eyes for the first time.“Bakit? Gusto mo akong pigilan pero hindi mo naman ako k