I felt déjà vu when I saw a man wearing a black hoodie who kept glancing at me. I vividly remembered that this had happened to me before. I put back the cabbage I was holding and waited for the group of five teenagers who were seems to be friends. When they passed by me, I joined them in walking. I was walking quickly away from there. I was starting to believe that Lucas had nothing to do with what was happening to me. I was beginning to doubt that he was behind the near-accidents I had experienced. I am now a hundred percent convinced that everything happening to me was intentional. From the time I was in the cinema, the one where I almost collided with someone. Now I realize that a series of unfortunate events had occurred in my life. Only now am I connecting all the dots. "What the hell!" I angrily shouted as I bumped into someone. I gave him a stern look. I felt a mix of fear and anger while almost running just to get away from there. But I stepped back when I saw the man in

Trembling with fear, I slowly made my way out of the condo. My knees felt weak, and I was taken aback when I came face to face with a life-sized plastic statue of Azrael, the angel of death, right as I opened the door. I instinctively pushed Lucas's hand away, perhaps He heard my scream. "When will you stop this?" I asked him, tears streaming down my face. "How did you even manage to bring this inside?" I questioned again when he didn't respond. "Lucas!" I called out to him, but he left without saying a word. I was left sitting on the floor, crying. In a hurry, I gathered my belongings that had fallen on the floor and put them back in my bag. I practically ran to the exit in an attempt to catch up with Lucas. However, due to my slow pace, I couldn't see his car anymore. In the end, I decided to go to his condo unit. As I had expected, Lucas wasn't there as his door was closed. I was about to leave when something strange caught my attention. I can't explain it, but I felt a shive

I sipped my coffee silently as I watched the news on TV. I thought it was best to stay here at Mommy's house for a while. It had been several days since my life had been thrown into turmoil. I glanced at my cellphone as it vibrated once again. It was Lucas. He had been trying to contact me for days, and I had no strength to talk to him. I was angry because he couldn't bring himself to tell me why I was receiving death threats. I was frustrated with him because it seemed so difficult for him to clarify what I was going through. "Why aren't you answering Lucas' calls, Aurora? It might be important," Daddy said as he found me in the living room. I forced a smile and didn't respond further. They knew nothing about it because I chose not to tell them. I was afraid that they might get dragged into the sudden chaos that had entered my life. "Are you two fighting?" he asked. "No—" "Then answer his call," he said with a knowing smile, glancing at my cellphone as it rang again. Reluctant

"Lucas, you know... I've changed my mind. I won't go with yoy anymore," I insisted while looking at myself in front of the mirror. "Aurora." His voice seems to be threatening, but still... I shook my head. "What about Iris? Go and fetch her to come with you. Come on, I'll just stay here in your condo." "You're already dressed and ready. Let's go," he urged. I hesitated. The truth was, I was also having second thoughts about joining him. Knowing that Lucas was a well-known figure, I couldn't help but think that people would recognize me as Iris nor they will think that I am Lucas mistress because I was unfamiliar with them. Iris is the only person they were used to seeing with him. I even expected that people would mistake Iris for his wife instead of me. I didn't want to add more chaos to my life. There were already so many things happening to me, and I couldn't afford to add another problem. Moreover, I lacked confidence in myself. I had always believed that I wasn't good enough

"Is this what you want, Aurora?" Lucas asked calmly. Just a few minutes after I woke up in the hospital, he was already giving me a sermon. My head was already hurting, and he was adding to it. "I've been telling you for a long time not to meddle in my life, but because of your stubbornness, this is what you get!" "Can you please be quiet?" I said irritably. "Lucas, I haven't even had enough rest, and now you're lecturing me—" "Because you're giving me another problem!" he shouted. "I told you that you'd just add to my problems, but you didn't listen to me—" "I never said to include me in your damn problems. I didn't ask for your help. You offered to help on your own, and I just accepted it. You didn't say that it would bother you to help. If you had let me know, I wouldn't have come along with you," I interrupted his tirade. It just hurts that he's blaming me for everything that's happening when, in fact, nobody wanted any of the things that happened to me after those damn peop