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Luis frowned when the elevator opened and both Selena and her dad, Jose, stepped out.âMaster Luis, how is the madam doing?â Jose inquired, his face etched with worry, when he stopped in front of Luis.âShe's doing fine,â Luis replied, with a flat face.âThat's great. I heard from Selena that she is in the hospital, so I decided to come and see her and pay my respects to her one last time before I leave tomorrow.â Jose explained, and Luis registered that Jose is indeed retiring and is leaving on retirement tomorrow.So putting aside his anger, he gestured ahead and said,âThis way,â to Mr. Jose. Mr. Jose smiled, nodding as he about to take the lead.But the next second the sound of something piercing through the glass wall rang, and a bullet scratched Luis' shoulder.He knew since the bullet had missed him, it was now aimed at the person in front of him.But it was too late since the bullet had pierced Jose's head. His body dropped to the floor.Luis' eyes moved to Selena, who stood
Luisâ phone in his pocket began to ring the moment he stepped out of his mother's ward. He brought out the phone, and it was Selena calling. He answered it and took it to his ear.âWhat is it?â Luis demanded coldly.âOh, nothing, I was just worried. Did you find Aunty's whereabouts?â Selena asked softly with worry, and Luis sighed and replied,âYes, we found her; she's fine now.ââYay, that's great news. So are you going to stay the night at your parents place then?â she asked.Luis groaned, irked by her endless questions, and responded harshly,âSelena, I'm not in the mood for small talk. I'm at the hospital now and will return home once everything isâŠâ But he didn't finish speaking when Selena interrupted him. Luis's jaws clenched.âWas he being so tolerant to Selena that she thought she could cut him off in the middle of his sentence? Considering it was about his mother's well-being, he would let it slide.âWhat? Aunty is admitted to the hospital? Then I will have Amanda prepare a
Hello đ, my lovelies. I hope everyone is doing great. I am very sorry for not updating for over a month now. I hope you will all forgive me. A lot had happened. Before asking my editor to help me change the status of You Belong to Me, Ex-wife from complete to ongoing, I already had two books signed on the app. But I knew I could handle updating three books, my editor even asked me if I could handle it, and I told her yes. But things began to change, I suffered a serious relationship break up and it hit me hard, as much as I wanted to deny it. After all, the man in question was my son's dad. I came down with depression, and couldn't write at that time. My big sister, who is also a writer here, she encouraged me not to give up. So the only thing I could come up with was to focus on completing one of the books first, then I will continue with Luis and Michelle's story then the other book. I'm better now because my mother also paid me a surprise visit, and cheer me up. And also, w
âJade!â âMom!â Trey and Luis exclaimed simultaneously as Trey caught her in his arms protectively. He looked at her feet and frowned; seeing how bloodstained they looked, he immediately scooped her into his arms. âWhat happened to your feet?â he asked angrily, seeing she was hurt to such an extent but didn't get it treated. âPut me down; I can walk on my own,â Martina argued, hitting him on the chest. âShut up!â Trey scolded, his jaws clenched as he walked toward a private ward with Martina in his hands. He didn't understand why Martina was acting like that. He was the one who was supposed to be angry at her for her reckless behavior tonight. But here she was, making him a scapegoat. ~~ Trey gently laid Martina on the bed the moment they entered the private ward, and the nurse stepped forward to check her. âYou can go now; Lucia needs someone with her when she's wheeled out of the emergencyâŠâ Martina didn't land when Trey cut her off.. âWhat? Lucia? What happened to Lucia?â Tre
This chapter is rated 18+; blood and killing scenes ahead. Skip if uncomfortable. ~~~ Martina ran out of the warehouse in time to see the taillights of a car disappearing in the distance; she began running after the car barefooted. About fifteen minutes later, Martina saw the car stopped in the distance, and from the cold breeze, she realized they were at the seaside. âThey were planning to dispose of Lucia's body in the ocean.â Martina was out of breath, and her feet hurt from the debris and glass shards that had pierced them, but she refused to stop running, since any delay on her side, and those scumbags will dispose of Lucia's body. When Martina arrived at the sea cliff, the two boys had Lucia lying on a net with bricks around her as they planned to wrap her up and toss her into the sea. Fueled by an indescribable surge of anger, Martina didn't know when she swiftly reached for a brick and smashed it hard against one of the boys' heads. âWhat the hell!â the other boy exclai
It was a few minutes past 11 pm when Martina arrived at the underground parking lot. Her personal bodyguard, Carlos, opened the car door for her when he saw her approaching, but Martina spoke, stopping him.âCarlos, you and the men should leave first; I will take the other car. I need some time alone.â Carlos hesitated but said anyway,âBut madam, the boss would be very angry.ââThat's his business!â Martina snapped, her emotions overwhelming her. She looked at Carlos' face and warned, âI don't need any of you secretly following me; I trust you don't want to see me provoked?âMartina asked with a curved eyebrow. Carlos nodded, and she turned, walking to the driver's side of the car, and the chauffeur respectfully stepped out. In a few seconds the car drove out of the parking lot at full speed.âDamn it!â Martina cursed as she smacked the steering wheel angrily. Tears fell down her face as she turned onto a secluded road. Her phone began to ring then, and she knew it was her husband,
Clara looked at Octavio's face with teary eyes as he spoke. She recalled everything that happened three weeks ago, and her heart still hurts. He really hurt her, but he just told her he regretted it and he loved her, and after hearing his explanation, Clara wanted to forgive him, because there was no denying it. She loved him. She had fallen madly in love with Octavio without realizing it. But what if he hurts her again? Her poor heart can't take another heartbreak. Clara slowly pulled her hands out of Octavio's hands at the thought and said, âI'm sorry, Octavio. But I can't forgive you after everything you did to me. I'm just not heartless. I couldn't let you stay outside in the cold air all drenched up.â Clara looked at his face with a forced smile. âI will get you something to put on from my friend. You have to leave.â Clara said, turning and walking past him, but he grabbed her wrist. âLet go,â Clara said, her eyes fierce as she tried to yank her hand from him, but h
Three weeks later.New York.âClarissa!!â Octavio, who was holding a bouquet of red roses embedded with chocolate and a small silver bag, yelled from outside Clara's apartment once again. âClarissa, I'm sorry!!â he continued to yell. Marco's eyes, which were stabbing daggers, were fixated on the bastard, and he wished for once he could make a decision on Clara's behalf by killing Octavio once and for all.For the past two weeks, Octavio had become a stalker, stalking Clara everywhere she goes. Apologizing to her every day with different flowers. From different colors of roses, different colors of lilies, lilac, and red carnations.He would appear out of the blue during her photoshoots, at a restaurant she was dining at with a few endorsers, standing outside her apartment all night and outside her company all day. He was always outside Clara's apartment whenever she left home for the company, but he arrived at the company before her.The first time Clara saw him riding his motorbike
âBut Alan is not your real name?â Michelle questioned him, as a glint of disappointment flashed across her face. âYes, but I didn't marry you as Alan Moore but as Craig Jacobs,â Alan answered, and Michelle's face twisted into confusion. But she's always addressed as Mrs. Moore wherever they go. âWhat? ButâŠâ Michelle was rendered speechless. âBut what? Michelle. Did you take a look at our marriage certificate after you signed it? I thought I would explain things to you back then after you noticed there was a different name on the certificate. But you didn't even notice,â Alan said with a heartbroken expression. His bloodshot eyes fixated on Michelle's face. His heart ached from the pain of knowing the person he loves never held him dear. âAlan, I'm very sorry. But I⊠you forget it. Tell me why you changed your name. I want to know about you.â Michelle said, taking Alan's hand and squeezing it softly. She knew she was hurting Alan. Her selfishness caused all this mess, but in the