(Alexandra)“THAT woman you’ve been glaring at is Michelle Villar, twenty-seven years old. She was last year’s Miss Universe first runner-up and currently works as a runway model in the States. She’s your husband’s ex-girlfriend and among his ‘tremendously famous’ exes, she’s the one who got to be with him for more than a year. I heard that was his longest relationship ever. She was currently having a vacation here and unlike someone I know, when she learned about Luther’s situation, she rushed to his side that there were some people who thought she was his wife.”“I’m not glaring at her, Beatrix. I’m only looking at her face. And so what if she’s famous? I know my worth, Beatrix. You can’t put me down just like that.”She giggled. “Then why are you pouting?”“I just think that the reason why people mistook her was because she doesn’t know her place. That woman is not the real wife but look at her, acting like a snake as she wraps her arm around Luther’s arm,” I answered while my eyes
MICHELLE staggered. And just like the guests, she didn’t seem surprise about my identity. She knew what I am.I noticed that she was more gorgeous up close. She didn’t have to wear a heavy make-up or to dress so daringly for men to look her way. Her breasts were almost exposed because of the extremely low neckline of her black dress. It didn’t seem like she came here to mourn, but to seduce someone, especially with that silver stilettos. She just made this mansion her runway!Looking back, had I ever hated a female human like this before? I think I’d always been too busy to care.Not to mention that Luther hadn’t glance at my direction the entire night. These were the things that I wouldn’t normally pay attention to. And I didn’t want to pay attention as much as possible. But I find myself constantly looking at Luther. As soon as I saw someone getting close to him, I felt a lump in my throat.“You’re joking, right?” Michelle said, stuttering.“Wolves don’t joke around, Miss Villar. So
(Luther)I WOKE up when I felt a soft hand on my cheek. When I opened my eyes, I saw Alexandra sleeping beside me on the grass in the backyard. When I glanced at my wristwatch, it was almost eleven in the evening. She really did stay.For others, this woman was my poison. And maybe she truly was my poison the same way she was my cure. Only this woman could build me up, break me, and then build me again. Tonight, because she was beside me, I was able to breathe just fine. The whole time without her felt like there was something stuck in my chest that I couldn’t get out.Things don’t magically become okay just because we are with the ones we love. That bullshit only happens in movies, in books. But I realized that somehow, with Alexandra around, things become a lot less painful, they become… endurable.And how I wished my mother was able to feel something like this too when she was still alive. But from the day she fell in love until her last breath, love just remained a poison to her.
(Alexandra)THE SOUND of my ringtone woke me up. I was still yawning when I opened my eyes only to be surprised when I found out that it was past six in the morning already. I think I woke up twice, but my body still felt too heavy that I couldn’t force myself to move.Or maybe it was because of Luther’s scent in the room that I was able to sleep comfortably again. He arrived in the room at four and when he saw me awake, he said that he could take a nap now that there was Suzanna who could replace him downstairs. Then he pulled me close as he slept and without knowing, I fell asleep again.I found my phone on the bedside table. The call was from Clay. Luther had also woken up from the sound although he remained lying on the bed as he held my free hand.“How are things there? As for the pack, the new wolf didn’t let anyone here get even a wink of sleep last night. It's morning now, but he hadn’t shifted back to his human form yet,” he stated.“So, it’s about Giovanni,” I said and turne
“I WARNED you, but you didn’t listen and asked for this,” I told the guy who looked like victory was in his hands already just because he had bullets laced with aconite. Before he could shoot, I was already in front of him. I grabbed his head, my fingers dug into his skull as I slammed my other hand into his ribs. I heard his ribs crack as he fell on the ground and winced from pain.I pulled the next guy toward me. I drove my knee into his groin and thrust forward with my hips. I only released him when he fainted as I quickly moved to another guy. My fist went straight onto his throat and crushed his windpipe. I pulled out the knife under my skirt and threw it onto the fourth guy’s neck. Luther dealt with the remaining four men and fired them at their knees and shoulders.“I didn’t even have to shift to beat your ass. Who do you think you are for me to shift just for you?” I told the first guy when I walked toward him. Gone was his confidence. He had gotten so pale.“I’m sorry-““It’s
AS I looked into Luther’s eyes, my emotions ran wild. My breathing rate sped up. At the same time, there was a pang of nervousness surging inside me. What is this? It was not like it will be our first time kissing each other. “Right now?” I stuttered and inwardly cursed myself for it. He smiled. This time, it reached his eyes. And when I saw that, I felt the blood rushing into my cheeks, making me feel flustered when I shouldn’t have. Kissing was just a small touch between the lips. No big deal. “Yes, wife,” he answered while stroking my left cheek. “Right now. May I?” I snorted. “It’s not like you asked for permission when you kissed me before.” “Then I will not ask for permission again. For future reference, my darling wife, this is how your husband wants to be comforted,” Luther said before he tilted his head. He grabbed the back of my head and locked his lips with mine. As soon as I felt his warm and soft lips, his emotions flooded into me: resentment, anguish, and longing. R
“IS SOMETHING wrong?” I asked Suzanna when I caught her wiping her tears after she saw me wearing the red strapless long gown she delivered to me. I applied a light make-up on my face and tied my hair with a gold clip which was included in the box Luther had sent for me. I only left a few curly strands on my face.The only thing left to do now was to wear the four-inch red stilettos.“Forgive me, ma’am. I’m just happy that you’re here, that when something so terrible happened to the Boss’ family, you were with him. He listens to you. And you could stop him from caving into the darkness. When we talked a while ago, he told me that his safety pin is right by his side so he couldn’t allow himself to shatter,” Suzanna explained. “The Boss never smiles. If ever he does, I could tell that he was only faking it. But with you, no matter how heartbreaking the situation is, he could still give a real smile. You changed him.”“How can you be sure that it’s because of me when you told me that Lut
(Luther)IF THERE was one thing that I learned through our nine-day marriage, it was the fact that Alexandra was a chronic liar. She lies all the freaking time. She lies about her feelings most especially. When she says that she doesn’t like one thing, it was the opposite.I knew because she was like a reflection of my own self. We were getting closer now. Still, when she said she would take me down, if I was not too quick to see her lies through her eyes, there was a chance I would believe that she would really do that since whatever feeling she holds in her eyes could vanish in a split second.It was always a race. If a person next to her was too slow, he wouldn’t be able to catch on.Come to think of it. We are the king and queen of lies. But I stopped lying when I lived with her. She started lying when she lived with me. With Alexandra, I always have to be fast, to be careful so there would be no more room for misunderstanding. There were rare moments when she allowed her guard d