Semua Bab His Untold Lies: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Kianna"Hon, wake up..." a soft voice murmured near my ear. "Hon? Come on, we need to move. Time to wake up..."I dragged my eyes open. As the morning blurriness cleared, Ares came into focus, lying on his side right next to me. I stared at his face for a full minute. He didn't say a word, just stayed perfectly still, watching me with a quiet smile. Then, like a sudden slap, the memory of everything we did last night rushed back into my head. I bolted upright, twisting my face away from him.Oh, god. I don't have a single stitch of clothing on.I yanked the duvet up to my chin, wrapping it around myself like a shield. A low, amused chuckle came from his side of the mattress.Is he actually laughing at me right now?"I'll give you some space and wait outside," Ares said, his boots clicking on the floorboards as he stood. "Just call out if you need anything."The second the door clicked shut, I scrambled out of bed, rushed over to my suitcase, and dug out a fresh set of clothes. This was

KiannaI blinked, staring hard at the face in front of me to make sure the mountain fog wasn't playing tricks on my eyes. "What on earth are you doing here?"He crossed his arms, his mouth twisting into a smirk. "You? What are you doing here?""Nathan, I asked you first," I said, my voice dropping.He rubbed the back of his neck, shifting his gaze toward the pine trees before locking back onto me. "Just taking a solo vacation. Same as you and your... husband, right? Mr. Vuertalejo? It is nice to finally meet the guy in person."Before I could snap back, a firm hand clamped onto my hip, pulling me flush against a warm chest. Ares. His chest rose and fell in a sharp, heavy breath as he stepped forward, his eyes narrowing into slits as he thrust his hand toward Nathan. "And you are?""Oh, right. My bad," Nathan said, taking Ares's hand with a grip that looked entirely too tight. "Nathan Zac Ramirez. Kianna's classmate from school. I figured she would have brought me up by now—you know, si

KiannaA family trip usually feels like the ultimate escape, a rare chance to leave reality behind and just breathe. Baguio City had always held that reputation across the Philippines—a cool, mountain sanctuary packed with scenic views. Wandering through it with Ares, the crisp air and rolling morning fog made the entire experience feel completely detached from the rest of the country, almost like stepping across a border into a different world.But this was our absolute final night in the mountains, and we were determined to squeeze out every last drop of the vacation. Our destination was the Harrison Road night market, a massive street bazaar that only wakes up from nine in the evening until the early hours of the morning. We left our car tucked into a spot along Session Road and set out on foot, the sharp scent of street food and the distant roar of a massive crowd drawing us down the hill.Right as we reached the edge of the market, a sharp vibration in my backpack shattered the rh

KiannaThe digital clock on my phone screen glowed bright against the dark: eight o'clock. I had been at Miaree’s place for a while and had already texted Ares to let him know I'd be home after a late dinner. Her uncle had dropped by unexpectedly, inviting us out and insisting on picking up the tab, so I felt obligated to join.Now, I was on foot. Miaree had offered to drive me back the second I mentioned leaving, but I declined. Her uncle was still at the table, and I didn't want to break up their family time."Kianna..."A faint voice drifted through the dark, calling my name. My pulse skipped a beat, a cold spike of adrenaline hitting my chest. I immediately turned my face toward the sound, but saw nothing but shadows. I picked up the pace, heading straight toward the main roadway—it was the only stretch around with proper streetlights. I cursed myself for forgetting my earphones; without them, the silence felt deafening. The wind groaned through the trees, a sharp, whistling sound

KiannaThe loop never ended. The gravel crunched under my boots, and the same suffocating dark pressed in from all sides. I was trapped on that identical stretch of road, straining to reach the safety of the highway, when the voice cut through the stillness again. It was the same caller as before, but the tone had shifted completely. The sound was deeper now, heavy and laced with a thick malice that made my blood run cold.A sharp gust of wind slammed into my chest, the temperature dropping so fast my teeth began to chatter violently. Around me, the tall trees whipped back and forth, their branches making a high, piercing whistle that seemed to mock me.I just want to go home, I thought, my mind racing. Please, just let me get back to where it's safe.I broke into a fast walk, the deep voice still echoing from somewhere behind the thick brush. It vibrated right in my ears, disorienting me so badly that the path to the main road seemed to vanish. I was walking in circles, the distance s