"Amor."• • •THE SOUND of the leaves brushing past each other engulfed the whole place as the scenery filled the surroundings with nothing but a pitch black night sky and the dull white color of a full moon.The night had just started, and at exactly twelve o'clock in the morning, the sound of digging could be heard from miles away."Theodora Althea Corazon Sibal." A baritone voice speaks in a slow, emphasized manner.His hands were wrapped around a shovel; he was dressed in a white polo shirt and dirty black pants from the soiled, muddy ground.His perfect forehead started to drip sweat while his muscles from the arms flexed to his legs from the constant action of digging.A place for the undead.The cold touch of the air kissed the dry tombstone of a person not too far away from him as he continued to dig through the land. He needed the perfect place to fit his wife, as she would rest for a long, long time."No te preocupes, Amor, nos volveremos a encontrar," [Don't worry, Love, we
"Te amo, Amor."• • •ISRAEL stared right at the window of his office as he played with the gun right across his hand.He could hear the people from the outside chattering in delight as a new woman entered his household and slowly changed the mansion into a so-called "home."His eyes turned to look at his subordinate, who was silently writing his draft when he opened his mouth to speak."Say, what do you think of the woman I brought home?" Israel asked Carlo, which made him lift his head for a second."Señora Althea?" the man inquired before Israel realized his words. He gritted his teeth and just took out a cigarette stick from his pocket."Nevermind," he muttered to himself before he lit the end of it and started smoking in his office."The señora is a meek lady," the man replied after a short while. "She is a beauty I have never seen, but she always had that fear flushed through her face."A smirk suddenly drew attention to his lips."Really?" Israel asked before he leaned his chin
"Endless Nightmare."• • •SHE STOOD there lifelessly as she let the water overflow her body. As it dripped down to her skin, she could feel warmth engulf her all over.Once she finished her agenda at the grave, she quickly rinsed herself off the dirt. It was a good thing the man did not put up a fight and just died peacefully in her hands.She even heard him mutter words of disdain to her, but she could care less about him.She rolled her eyes in the back.Now that she had seen him again after a year and a few months, she couldn't help but feel annoyed.She remembered catching a glimpse of that man named Israel Sibal at an auction party held by the other mafiosos.She attended the event with a man she seduced named Erickson Harrison in an attempt to infiltrate their business information, but she learned nothing worthwhile.However, when she saw him before shooting him dead just earlier, she couldn't help but pity him.It seemed as though he was resisting the curse as best as he could
pg. 01 | prologue"Amor."• • •THE SOUND of the leaves brushing past each other engulfs the whole place as the scenery fills the surrounding with nothing but a pitch black night sky and the dull white color of a full moon. The night had just started and at exactly two o'clock in the morning, the sound of digging could be heard from miles and miles away."Theodora Althea Corazon." A baritone voice speaks in a slow, emphasized manner.His hands were wrapped around a shovel, dressed in a white polo shirt and dirty black pants from the soiled muddy ground.His perfect forehead started to drip while his muscles from the arms flexed to his legs from the constant action of digging.A place for the undead. The cold touch of the air kisses the dry tombstone of a person laying six feet below the ground. A hill of muddy soil soon begins to fill up parts of the ground, and a laid coffin embraces itself in front of him after a long while."Amor, te he encontrado." (Love, I have found you.)His l
pg. 02 | chapter 1"Embrace your death, Amor."• • •LAUGHTER and chatter filled the whole pub as men dressed in black suits, luxurious watches and black formal shoes drink alcohol to their heart's content while also smoking cigars entertained by the women displayed on the stage. Israel, a man of disinterest in women, damps his cigarette stick on the cigar plate while his playmates laughed at the table made for seven. At the center sits a board game that has them grinning from ear to ear."Say, if I win this next round, I'll get a piece of your fortune," a man utters before lifting his cold gaze towards another gentleman. Brown sharp orbs immediately met his and his lips stretched into a devilish grin. The other man simply crossed his legs before lifting a chess piece in his hand. He looked at the board game in front of them and then, slightly removed his mask to drink a tequila shot from his glass."And if I win?" the man taunts, moving his next chess piece towards the queen on the
pg. 03 | chapter 2"We meet again, Amor."• • •"Breaking News! A forest fire was found at a locality close to the Berlinda National Highway Road. It was confirmed that the fire started in the middle of the road with fifteen vehicles engulfed into flames.""The investigators and the police are currently working on the case to find out the cause behind the fire. However, statements from the officials have mentioned that events might have been purposely done to obstruct the project of the President of El Salvador.""Footage of a man wearing a black suit was found at the nearest lighting post. However, confirmation of the man's identity is yet to be given-"Even before all information was entirely given to the localities, a black screen emerged through the channel and only the sound of annoying static engulfed the ears of the listeners.A woman who was profoundly combing her hair in front of a mirror just stared right through her orbs as she removed the tangles in her hair strands.Once
pg. 04 | chapter 3"Sweetie, are you alright?" Althea managed to drag herself back to reality when she heard her partner touch her bare skin. She turned her gaze towards the man still standing in front of her before she gradually accepted it for a handshake."It is nice meeting you, Mr. Sibal," she replied, as though familiarity started to draw on their bare skin touching. She couldn't help but quickly pull out her hand. "I'm sorry, my hand was sweaty," she said, trying to make an excuse for her rude gesture.The man just looked at her with a timid smile."It's alright, I'm used to it," he said meaninfully before his gaze turned back to the old man.The two seemed to start talking in a foreign language about something confidential, and from time to time, the man named Mr. Sibal would turn to look at her.Is this man charmed by her as well?She took a sip of the champage right across the table while her other hand was rolling the sushi using chopsticks. She couldn't help but stare at t
THE ROLLS-Royce Phantom was the brand name of the car that escorted her home the night before the murder.When Althea woke up from a long sleep, the first thing that greeted her the next morning was an invitation to the police station."Good day, may I ask if this is Theodora Althea Corazon?" Upon opening the door to the sound of a person knocking early in the morning, she saw two men dressed in blue uniforms looking at her with a stoic expression on their faces."Yes, how may I help you?" she replied, still rubbing her eyes. It was obvious that she went straight to the entrance when someone started knocking on her door.The man scanned her from head to toe, observing each and every nook of her body.It looked like they were not going to joke around with her, so she remained expressionless.I don't want to waste our time, so I'll get straight to the point. Do you know a man named Peterson Gomez? " The police officer asked her, and so a crease formed on her forehead.What does that man