LOGINWARNING: MATURED CONTENT "Every time you flinch when I get close, it burns me up inside. I’ll prove to you that whatever monster I was before… I’m nothing but yours now." — At twenty-four, Hera was a licensed agriculturist serving her hometown. She walked through life alone, yet found anchor in her father—the provincial governor—even as she remained his secret child. Her world was stitched together by nothing more than trees, earth, and the creatures that roamed the land. Then came the murder that shattered her peaceful existence. She watched in horror as a masked figure committed a brutal killing just steps from her home. The assassin turned to silence her next, but Hera struck first: one desperate swing of her shovel to his skull left him bloodied and still, lost to unconsciousness. Convinced she would be thrown in prison for what she’d done, she called her father. It was in that moment she learned the truth—the man she’d felled was no ordinary stranger. He was a dangerous mafia member. She had fought the mafia. And worse: he would not wake anytime soon. He had slipped into a coma. To escape the wrath of those who would hunt for him, Hera followed her governor-father’s stern command: “Hide him. Keep him alive. Never ask why.” He became her darkest secret—but secrets do not stay hidden forever. A year later, the man opened his eyes with no trace of his past. Fearing he would kill her the moment his memories returned, Hera spun a perilous lie: “I am your wife.” As days bled into months, he craved the warmth of her touch, while she prayed his mind would never piece together what was lost.
View MoreHERAIAH "HERA" BAUTISTA“Hera… what did I do for work back then?”Zeus was at the kitchen table, watching me scrub plates from dinner. Steam rose off the sink in thin white curls; he’d insisted on coming down to keep me company, and I’d let him—arguing never makes him back off, only sharper.I worried my lower lip between my teeth, feeling the rough edge of dry skin. What could I say? I didn’t know the first thing about what he’d done before the accident.“Hera? You okay? You’re staring at the same plate.”I forced a smile, letting my brows draw together just enough to look concerned. “A-Ah… honestly? I’m not sure you’ll want to hear this, Zeus.”The lie sat thick in my mouth. I had to sell it—if he poked at it too hard, the whole thing would unravel.The softness in his face went flat, replaced by a stillness that made my hands stop in the soapy water. Something had clicked for him; I could see it in the set of his jaw.“Z-Zeus, that’s all over now… you said you wanted to change, rig
HERAIAH “HERA” BAUTISTA“How do I—oh God, I don’t know how,” I stammered, my palm closing around him. The weight of it surprised me, solid and warm against my skin.I stayed on my knees, fingers trembling at the base of his length, but didn’t pull back. One wrong move and he’d turn suspicious again. I couldn’t let that happen.When I looked up, his charcoal eyes caught the light, sharp and focused on me. His lips were pressed between his teeth, the line of his jaw tight as he held back sounds I could almost feel in the air between us.Why him? Not just the Greek god looks, though the planes of his face, the thick fall of his hair, made it hard to think straight. But that wasn’t the point. The point was I had no idea what came next.“You did this on our honeymoon, didn’t you? Only a year, and you’ve already forgotten?” His voice was soft, but it landed like a stone in still water. I shook my head so fast my hair brushed my cheeks.Shit. This is exactly what I feared.I forced a smile,
HERAIAH ‘HERA’ BAUTISTAI still can’t wrap my head around how lucid Zeus was earlier. Can you believe it? I told him I’d be home late tomorrow, and he didn’t fly off the handle—his reaction was calm, rational even. Sure, he overthought things a little, but all in all, our conversation went surprisingly well.Did he hit his head or something? Like Mr. Stanley knocked some sense into him while he was asleep?I laughed at my own absurd train of thought. It was ridiculous, really. Even if Mr. Stanley’s been up to no good, I doubt he’d go so far as to bash Zeus’s skull just to erase his memories.I finished off the meal I’d cooked—simple milkfish sinigang, one of my favorites. Though nothing beats adobo, my all-time number one.Before Mr. Stanley left earlier, I’d asked if Zeus could handle heavier meals now. He said yes, which is why I’d made enough for both of us.Even though I’m still terrified of that man, I have to keep proving I’m his wife. The thought of him regaining his memories a
THADDEUS ‘ZEUS’ VITALEA steady beeping pulled me from sleep. I could sense someone else in the room—and it wasn’t my wife.My eyes remained shut as I took stock of my body. Needles and lines were taped to my hands and arms again, just like the night I’d first woken up with no memory of who I was.“What are you doing here?” I said, still not opening my eyes.A low chuckle rumbled from across the room. “Your wife called me. Said you were out last night and got hurt—so I’m here to patch you up.”That got me to open my eyes. The room was dim, heavy with silence, lit only by the glow of small monitors. I turned toward the voice: a man stood by the bed, preparing a syringe he clearly intended to push into my arm.“What’s that for?” I asked.“For your body—helps you heal faster.” He met my gaze, his fingers wrapping around my arm. “I’m sure you want to put Hera’s mind at ease, don’t you? Get better so you two can finally live normally.” His tone was serious, layered with unspoken meaning.B
HERAIAH ‘Hera’ BAUTISTA “Hera! Hera!” I jump—my heart lurches at the loud shout cutting through the air. I furrow my brow and turn toward the voice. There stands my gay best friend, barreling toward me. “Alex! Why are you yelling like that? Jeez, you nearly gave me a heart attack!” I scold he
WARNING: This story contains explicit contents that's not suitable for young readers. Please read at your own risks. HERAIAH ‘Hera’ BAUTISTA My lips are pressed tight as I sling a shoulder bag over one arm and drag a heavy suitcase behind me. I approach the bus conductor, hand over my luggage, t
HERAIAH ‘Hera’ BAUTISTAI woke to sunlight hitting my face directly. It wasn’t too hot, but the glare was bright enough to pull me fully awake.I stretched my arms with my eyes closed, letting out a soft “Mmm!” Morning stretches really are the best—until my hand brushed against something that defin
HERAIAH ‘Hera’ BAUTISTA “Girl! Where are you off to? It’s still so early!” I stop mid-step as I hear Alex’s voice. I turn to look at her with one eyebrow raised, my shoulders slumped and exhaustion plain on my face. “Whoa! Kalerki! You look worse than a wilted vegetable!” she says, and I roll






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