All Chapters of RESCUED BY THE DON'S BROTHER: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

“Jokes have owners, Grace! Do not try to crack one if you know you will do something contrary to what a joker can, and that is to pull a smile or erupt outbursts of laughter from people. That back there was not a joke at all, Grace!” I say that because if she was joining, that was a terrible one. She should know that she stinks at it.She leaves her corner and walks to me. Fear is eating her up pretty badly. I can sense her shivers as she forces her feeble self toward me. I cannot blame her. All I can do is applaud whatever is giving me all this boldness to not let the fears that I am concealing inside surge out. I would tremble more than her. I would look like a leaf on a hurricane. “Do you think I would joke around such a grave matter, Gia? Do you think I would want to feel this and much less? Remember that crooked monster’s name? No, Gia! I would give everything to not think of such a dark thing.” She speaks when she reaches where I am.“Then stop entertaining that thought, Grace.

AN INVITATION TO THE AFRIMA MUSIC NightThe word music alone blurs every other sentence and the following words:. Music! Music! Music! What did music do to me, huh? I feel like I was born with its genes running through my veins. I drag my eyes to where the dates are penned down. It is for tomorrow.Tomorrow!Now! Now! Now!On one hand, the call to fear is so strong that it is ringing nonstop. After what just happened, I know I should not be reckless. I know I should be cautious, and that goes without any doubt. I don’t need anyone to ring a bell for me to remind me to be careful and watch my back. I know I should not give those people the chance to scare the fuck out of me like they did today or even do worse. But on the other hand, you all know what music does to me. As early as now, I am fantasizing about that colorful night—a night full of music. That would be a little heaven here on earth, especially in the midst of this arising terror. I can already feel the buzz. I can already e

Reaching the station, we are ushered right to this cursed room, where these two fools are resting antagonistically on the desk. I cannot see their faces at first because they are resting their faces on top of their hands that are resting on the desk.I was about to call them from their sleep, but I almost forgot we are at the police station and that they have better means here of handling things. Officer Martin bangs their desk with the police rod, and they almost fall to the floor as they leap to their faces.I am glad that finally I can see their faces, but just what in God’s name am I seeing, huh? “You?” I snapped at this pretender here.He looks down. What now? Doesn’t he have some more questions for me now that I have all the time in the world to talk? Doesn’t he want to know what happened to Ejay again? “Do you know him, Miss Gia?” The officer asks.“Wait, is this fool not that journalist guy from the beach?” Grace asks after realizing why my face is almost sweeping the floor wi

After speaking to Paul and failing to convince him to stay back and not walk into this dangerous web again, I stumble inside the police station, my mind reeling and my emotions swirling like a hurly-burly within. I am indeed intoxicated with the baffling and paralyzing terror of the beckoning twists and turns of the chapter that, until a few seconds ago, I had thought that I had closed for good. But what a misconception!The brainstorming inkling that the man I was certain that I had vanquished was inexplicably alive is slapping me like a tidal wave. The thought itself is weakening every bit of me. My vision is becoming inexplicably vague, and my steps are faltering as I find myself in a hand-to-hand struggle with a surreal reality that I would like to term a terrible dream.“What in God’s name is happening? How possibly could this be true?” I forced words in the form of tremors from my dry mouth as my sweaty, uncontrollably wobbling hands felt the rising temperature on my forehead. M

Officer Daniel took a deep breath first, trying to choose his words carefully. "We acknowledge your trauma, Gia. We will help you however we can because we have a responsibility as diligent police officers to uncover the truth. I mean, we all believed you killed him. Maybe we thought wrong. Just maybe. I am not confirming that he is actually alive.”I scoff; my frustration is palpable. "Just maybe? Well, that can do. At least you are giving room for my claims. And I believe everyone is intelligent enough to know that all these coincidences have a reason behind them. And that Ejay! I have no other enemy as far as I know."Detective Ramirez leaned forward, his eyes reflecting empathy. “This will not be easy at all, especially now that the general is against it. We may not be able to help much, but we will do our best.” He said it with a heavy voice.My voice and expression soften at the sense of his sense of humor. He and his team are willing to risk it all for me, even though this migh