LOGINIt’s really hard to forget someone who once became a part of your life, no matter how much pain they caused you. You can’t just erase them from your mind, because they’ve already left a mark on your heart and your life. Like me—at first, I had such a hard time moving on. It’s crazy, isn’t it? I was the victim, yet here I am, unable to forget him.
I still longed to see his face, but I forced myself to forget him. I did everything—I threw away every newspaper with his picture, even burned them. I stopped watching TV, even though it used to be my favorite pastime. I avoided people and any gossip about him. Now, I’m packing my things because I’m going back to my hometown—the place I left a long time ago to find work. But fate had something else in store. “Cass! Come on, or we’ll miss the trip.” I zipped up my black bag before looking at Lory. She insisted on coming with me since she had no family here, and I was about to give birth. She didn’t want me to go through it alone. I was so grateful to have met her—my only friend and my shoulder to lean on through everything. “Let’s go,” I replied, carrying my bag out of the house. Before leaving, I looked back one last time. I was going to miss this place. I sighed, covered my head with a floral cloth, rubbed my swollen belly, and followed Lory. A new place, a new life. I hoped it would finally be peaceful. “Oh my! You’re so big now, Cassandra! I’m glad you came back to our province. I missed you,” greeted Aling Fe cheerfully when we arrived. She was our neighbor and the one who looked after our house. “I missed the air here,” I said happily. “Come in, come in! You’ve had such a long trip.” I smiled as I looked around the house. Nothing had changed; it was still well-kept. I was so thankful to Aling Fe—if it weren’t for her, I don’t know what this place would look like now. We spent a week catching up, full of laughter and stories. The townspeople still remembered me, even after all these years. I thought they would judge me for being pregnant, but they didn’t. I was happy, because even without knowing the whole story, they accepted me. They said, “That’s life. We don’t always expect what happens, but sometimes, it turns out to be a blessing.” Lory and I became busy planting vegetables and flowers, which also became our source of income. Coming back to the province was the right decision. I didn’t regret choosing a quiet life, far from judgmental eyes. --- In the middle of the night, I woke up to a sharp pain in my stomach. I rubbed it, hoping it would ease, but the pain only grew stronger. “Oh God, not now. Can’t it wait until tomorrow?” I whispered. Suddenly, I felt a gush of water down my legs. My water had broken. “Lory,” I called weakly. “LLLOORRYY!” I screamed as another wave of pain hit me. The door burst open and there was Lory, holding a ladle, her hair a total mess. “Where is he? Where’s the thief?” she asked in panic. I closed my eyes—half torn between laughing and crying. But then another contraction hit, and I screamed again. “I’m in labor, Lory!” “Huh? You’re in labor? Oh, that’s all—WHAT?! You’re in labor?! Oh my God! Why now? Tell your baby to wait until tomorrow, I’m still sleepy!” “LLLOOORRYY!” “Okay, okay! Oh my God! What do I do? The tricycle—no, the midwife!” she shouted, flustered. “For God’s sake, Lory! I need a midwife! Call Aling Linda!” I yelled through gritted teeth. “Okay, okay! I’m calling her!” An hour later, after pushing with all my might, I finally gave birth—to four babies. “Four?! What kind of seed does this father have?” Aling Linda exclaimed. The whole place erupted in chaos because of her outburst. Even though I was exhausted, I couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. “Goodness! I think Aling Linda reacted more than Cassandra herself!” I heard Aling Fe say, making me smile as I turned to look at my babies beside me. They were wearing the tiny clothes Lory and I had bought. Even I still couldn’t believe I had given birth to four. “My babies,” I whispered softly. “Unbelievable—why do you all look like your father? I went through all the pain, and this is what I get? So unfair.”I briefly glanced at the person beside me who was giggling while watching something on their cellphone. I felt like smacking them because they were adding to my life problems. I was already stressed from waiting for a jeepney, it was scorching hot, and then there they were, laughing like nothing was wrong. I was really not enjoying my life right now. Damn it. If I were not poor, I would not be patiently waiting for a jeepney just to apply for a job. I just want to turn into a sweet potato and disappear. I looked up. Lord, please give me a sign. Will I ever rise from poverty? Is my life ever going to get better? My life is always hit by storms, so it feels flooded every single day. Completely submerged. I took a deep breath and looked around at the people. Their lives were busy, just like mine, but their eyes were glued to their phones. Everywhere you look on the street, someone is holding a phone. I seem to be the only one without one. It is fine. Very soon, I will have one too.
Phoenix The air in the black market was thick with the scent of desperation and greed, a mingling of sweat, smoke, and the sharp tang of illicit transactions. Phoenix Eadmaer Koznetsov, ex-military captain and now the formidable head of La Nera Bratva, navigated the labyrinthine alleys with the ease of a man who had long ago made his peace with the shadows. The market, hidden in the bowels of the city, was a cacophony of haggling voices and the constant buzz of clandestine activity. Stalls and makeshift shops lined the narrow paths, each offering a variety of contraband: weapons, stolen goods, counterfeit money, and drugs. Phoenix was here for the latter, ensuring a major deal went smoothly. Flanked by his trusted underboss and consigliere, Demetri and Grey, Phoenix moved with a purposeful stride. His presence commanded respect and fear in equal measure. Conversations halted and eyes averted as they passed, the crowd parting like the Red Sea. They approached a small, nondescri
As I arrived home from a long day at work, the warmth of my family’s laughter drifted through the door, and I couldn’t help but smile. The second I stepped inside, our son, Poseidon, dashed over, his little face lighting up as he wrapped his arms around my legs. “Daddy!” he cheered, his voice full of excitement and love. His ate Athena quickly followed, the two of them surrounding me, competing for hugs and my attention. Each one of them reminded me why I fought so hard, why I worked tirelessly, and why I pushed through the shadows of my past every single day. I gazed across the room, and there, in the kitchen, was Athenrose, my darling, bustling with dinner preparations. She caught my eye and gave me that gentle smile she always did—one that carried understanding, love, and acceptance, despite knowing the darkness I came from. As I watched her, memories began to flood back. The life I left behind… It was never something I could entirely forget. I was once a man of honor, a soldier
"Oh, I think I know where we’re going," I said, laughing with excitement. A simple celebration with close friends was perfect—quiet, peaceful, just right for me. Just then, the door opened and Phoenix walked in carrying a container. His face was serious, but there was a spark in his eyes. "Hello, darling. Here’s your food," he said as he entered, placing the container on the table. I immediately smelled what was inside. "Peaches!" I exclaimed, practically drooling. "Thank you so much, love." My voice was full of gratitude. Over the past few days, my mouth and stomach had been craving peaches; my day didn’t feel complete without them. "For you, darling. How’s your day? Do you need anything?" he asked, his eyes calm and steady as he looked at me. I didn’t answer right away, instead focusing on the peaches, so Cassandra spoke first. I noticed the slight smile on Phoenix’s face, seemingly content just watching me eat with an excitement I couldn’t explain. Cassandra let out a small si
“We are going to France, Mother? Why?” Athena asked innocently. I paused adjusting her dress and looked at her face. Her brown eyes, inherited from Nix, met mine. “Because, sweetie, that’s where your Aunt Cassy and Uncle Dark are getting married,” I said with a smile. She furrowed her brow. “I’m still wondering why so far away? They could get married here in the Philippines. Is it required to marry in another country, Mother?” I shook my head. “Not really. You see, your Uncle Dark was born and raised there. He wants to marry Aunt Cassandra in the place that’s close to his heart,” I said gently, adjusting the small floral headband on Athena’s head. Her question was so innocent, and it was clear she was puzzled by the idea of a wedding in another country. “Mother, is it a magical place like in the movies?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement. I nodded and smiled, trying to plant the joy
“Hey, Cass. Are you still sulking?” I asked as I nudged Cassandra, who still had her eyebrow raised and her arms crossed tightly against her chest. I knew she was annoyed about the news that I was already married and had a child, and that I never even managed to tell her beforehand or give her the slightest hint. “You, Lory. You are going to get tired of my lecture later,” she said, though there was already a faint smile on her lips. I could not help laughing at my best friend’s antics. While I was trying to appease her, the crazy one named Frozina suddenly cut in, laughing from the side the whole time. “Happy? Happy?” she whispered, winking as she moved closer just to tease. I shot Frozina a glare. “I really do not understand you. Why did you even come here, you witch?” I snapped as I tried to push her away. “You should be the one on the hot seat. You are the new person here, and you are even married to Dr. Montero. Why







