All Chapters of Under His Possession: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

JANIYA'S P. O. VTHE HUMID AIR OF MANILA CLUNG TO MY SKIN, A STICKY REMINDER OF THE LONG FLIGHT AND THE WHIRWIND OF EMOTIONS I'VE BEEN BATTLING SINCE LANDING.Kahit naka-oo na ako kay Ryuu, hindi ko pa rin mapigilang makaramdam ng kaba at pag aalangan. But despite all those, naisip ko na lang na abalahin na lang ang sarili ko habang nandito pa ako. I have a mountain of tasks to tackle, a tight deadline looming over my head, and three rambunctious toddlers to juggle. The triplets, my own personal hurricane of energy, were thankfully safely tucked away with Ryuu, my ever-reliable “babysitter”. Ryuu, with his quiet strength and unwavering patience, was a godsend. He always understood the pressure I was under, and he always offered a helping hand, a shoulder to lean on, and a calming presence that helped me navigate the chaos.Today, I was scheduled to meet Ryuu's client, an older Italian-Filipino man named Mr. Alveoli. According to Ryuu, he was a prominent businessman, a potential invest

STRIKE'S P. O. VTHE FIRST TIME I SAW JANIYA AGAIN, AFTER ALL THESE YEARS, A FAMILIAR SPARK IGNITED WITHIN ME. It was a spark of curiosity, a flicker of something deeper, something I couldn't quite define. It was as if a dormant part of me, a part I thought I'd buried deep within, had suddenly awakened.She was different, of course. The youthful innocence I remembered was replaced by a womanly strength, a quiet confidence that radiated from her. But her eyes, those captivating eyes, held the same spark, the same mischievous glint that had captivated me years ago. Because yes, after having several thoughts about my past with Janiya and how I felt for her all these years made me conclude a thing—I indeed liked her. Or maybe, I loved her. For real. Masyado lang akong binulag ng galit ko sa ama n'ya at sa katotohanan na masyado pa s'yang bata noon.But now, I couldn't shake the feeling that she was a puzzle I needed to solve, a mystery I needed to unravel. My curiosity grew with each pas

JANIYA'S P. O. VTHE DAYS THAT FOLLOWED WERE A BLUR OF WHISPHERED CONVERSATIONS, FRANTIC PHONE CALLS, AND A CONSTANT SENSE OF UNEASE. Strike, despite the revelation, seemed to have accepted the situation with a strange, unsettling calm. He didn’t push, didn’t demand answers, didn’t try to force his way into our lives. He simply observed, his gaze lingering on the triplets, a flicker of something akin to longing in his eyes. Malayung-malayo sa reaksyon nito no'ng tinaboy n'ya ako maraming taon na ang nakalipas.Pinili ko na rin na iwasan na lang si Strike. We had already hired a new assistant, a young woman named Maria, to handle the day-to-day operations of the business. Kahit baguhan ay nakikita naman namin na magaling s'ya. She became our shield, our buffer, our way of keeping Strike at bay.But it was a delicate dance, a constant struggle to maintain the illusion of normalcy. The triplets, despite their young age, were perceptive, their innocent eyes noticing the tension, the awkw

JANIYA'S P. O. VILANG MINUTO NA ANG LUMIPAS PERO HINDI PA RIN KAMI MAKALABAS SA KWARTO NA PINAGDALHAN SA AMIN KANINA. Nandito pa rin ang mga lalaking binayaran ni Strike para harangin kami. And even Strike is still here. Nakapalibot na sa kanya ang mga anak ko habang ako, nakaupo lang sa isang sulok at pinapanood sila.Hanggang mayamaya, biglang lumapit sa akin si Strike."Niya," tawag n'ya sa akin pero hindi ako kumibo. "I know we have a lot to talk about. But I'm asking you to trust me, to give me a chance, to let me be a part of their lives."Tinitigan ko lang s'ya.Kung ako lang ang tatanungin, ayoko na. Ayoko nang magtiwala ulit sa kanya. But as I looked at my triplets, their tiny faces filled with a mixture of curiosity and a hint of something akin to affection as they gazed at Strike, a wave of something akin to doubt washed over me.They were too young to understand the complexities of the situation, the tangled web of relationships that had brought us to this point. But the

JANIYA'S P. O. VPANAY ANG TAWA NAMIN NI MAMAY HABANG MAGKATULONG KAMING NAGLULUTO SA KUSINA. And of course, nagkwekwentuhan din kami. Marami-rami lang kaming lulutuin ngayon dahil bukod sa miss na miss ko na ang mga luto n'ya, gusto n'ya rin daw ipatikim sa mga anak ko ang luto n'ya."Baka kasi sakaling kapag natikman nila ang luto ko, baka hindi na sila umalis. Baka gustuhin na lang nilang dumito at mabuo ang pamilya n'yo.” Sinundan pa ni Mamay ng paghagikhik 'yung sinabi n'ya. Hindi ko naman s'ya masabayan dahil hindi ko talatang gustong mangyari 'yung sinabi n'yang 'yon. I still don't like the idea of staying here with my sons. Isa pa, wala ang "pamilya" na sinasabi ni Mamay na mabubuo. It just doesn't exist. Pero kahit na gano'n, hindi na lang ako nagprotesta dahil ayokong masira ang mood. Hinayaan ko na lang s'yang isipin ang mga gusto n'yang isipin. Besides, ngayon na lang kami nagkita ulit at ayokong magtampo pa s'ya.Habang nagluluto kami, rinig na rinig ang tawanan ng mga a