LOGINMarimar Oquendo’s Point of View“Why are you here?!” I yelled, my voice shaking with fear as the man gripped Levi’s left arm.My charge was still grinning like this was all just a game—he clearly thought we were still playing our ‘run from the monster’ act!The man clicked his tongue. “I told you to wait, but you wouldn’t listen.” He frowned at me, his pale gray eyes sharp.“Listen to you? When I’m terrified of losing my fingers?!” I shot back, grabbing Levi’s right arm. “Let go of him!” I glared at him, trying to look braver than I felt.He tugged Levi toward him, but I held on tight—we looked like kids fighting over a toy. Not that I cared; for all I knew, this guy was dangerous!“Funnn!” Levi cheered, bouncing a little as we pulled him back and forth.I rolled my eyes and shot the stranger another harsh look. “Hey! Don’t you fear God? Why are you doing this—do you get off scaring people and picking on them?” I furrowed my brow, hoping to make him feel guilty enough to let go. Guilt
Marimar Oquendo’s Point of View“You okay, Marimar? Is the AC too cold?”I forced a smile at Bentong’s question. “I’m fine, Kuya—thank you so much for lending me this jacket.” I glanced toward the driver’s seat as I spoke.He laughed. “No problem at all, sweetheart. I just bought it at a thrift store earlier—looks good on you, right? Sir seems to be sound asleep… guess all that running wore him out.”I chuckled back, pulling the jacket tighter around my body to cover my chest.“Yes, it’s beautiful! Don’t worry, Kuya Bentong—I’ll wash it for you!”“Alright then, get some rest too. Traffic’s gonna be heavy for a while.”I nodded and smiled, turning to look out the window. I bit my lower lip, my heart pounding so hard it felt like a tiger was chasing me. I’d already prayed to every saint, prophet, and divine being I could think of—all because Levi’s hand was firmly on my chest, squeezing gently as we spoke!He was leaning against me, his eyes closed—but his fingers never stopped moving.
Marimar Oquendo’s Point of ViewMy eyes were fixed on the man approaching us—he wore a denim jacket, ripped jeans, and sturdy boots that looked like something a soldier would wear. A black cap sat in his hand as he stared straight at Levi.I glanced at my charge; his brow was furrowed as he stared back. When I turned to the stranger again, one corner of his mouth was twisted up in a smirk.Who in the world was this villain-looking guy?! Why does he keep popping up out of nowhere?I took a deep breath and stepped forward to block Levi. “What are you talking about, sir? There’s no Sebastian here.” I didn’t want him grabbing my handsome charge.The man let out a low laugh, shaking his head. “Hmm? Really?” He took a step closer, and Levi and I backed away.I raised a brow at him. “Do we look like we know you? Back off—or we’ll report you!”“Ahh… this is entertaining.” His voice sent shivers down my spine—so creepy! To make it worse, his eyes were a pale gray that seemed to see right throu
Marimar Oquendo’s Point of View“Nannyyy! Let’s go there! There! Milk! Milk! Milk!”I felt like a wilted flower as Levi dragged me through the mall. An hour had passed, but my mind was still reeling from the morning’s chaos—from the breakfast combo that turned my world upside down to the stares and whispers we’d just endured.Seriously? We get called indecent just because he pointed at my chest in public. Okay, fine—maybe it was a little inappropriate. But can’t people tell something’s not quite right with him?My face was twisted in a scowl as I let him pull me along, but it softened the longer I looked at him. From the outside, he looks like any other handsome, built man—grinning as he tugs me forward, full of energy.Anyone would be shocked to see a guy like him act that way in public. You’d never guess there’s something off unless you really watch him—his movements, his words, they just don’t match his looks.I found myself smiling back at him. Who would’ve thought I’d get to hold
Marimar Oquendo’s Point of View“Nanny…”I was packing my things for the outing—my shoulder bag stuffed with cash, receipts, and my old keypad phone. Nothing fancy, just the essentials.“Nanny…”Once I’d made sure everything was in place, I walked over to the mirror in my room. I ran a comb through my long, wavy black hair until it lay just right, then dusted a light layer of powder over my face. I’m a simple girl—combed hair and a touch of powder are all I need to feel put-together. And I know I’m beautiful—no need to pretend otherwise.“Nanny… sorry.”Next I checked my outfit: plain white tee, jeans, and flat sandals I’d worn for three months straight without a single pedicure. Not that anyone’s looking at my feet, anyway—what matters is a pretty face!I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, only to snap them open when strong arms wrapped around my waist from behind.“L-Levi?!” I gasped, staring at our reflection in the mirror.Good god, my heart was about to burst out of my chest.
WARNING: This chapter contains mature and sexual contents that's not suitable for young readers. Read at your own risks.Marimar Oquendo’s Point of View“N-nanny!”I snapped back to my senses when I heard Levi’s strained voice again. I looked at his face, unable to make out what expression he wore.I straightened up, my gaze darting between his face and his midsection. My heart hammered against my ribs, and my mind struggled to process what I was seeing.Oh no! He needs help—good God! Is this part of my job? How am I supposed to calm him down, for heaven’s sake! I’ve never had a boyfriend in my life. I love pandesal, sure, but I’ve never graduated to being fond of jumbo hotdogs!“O-ouch… it hurts now… nanny! Huhu.” I squeezed my eyes shut as he gripped his long, thick, veiny—Jumbo! Jumbo hotdog! Lord have mercy.I scrambled forward when I saw tears welling in his eyes. I was still soaked from the running shower behind us. I approached him but had no idea what to do next.“Nanny!” he c







