Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE MAFIA’S ANGEL: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

SIARA.I sat on the edge of my narrow bed, staring at the cracked screen of my phone. My throat tightened as the cruel truth stared back at her: $100. That was all I'd managed to scrape together after four days of relentless work.Four days of juggling three part-time jobs, four days surviving on two hours of sleep each night if at all, stretching half-empty water bottles and stale crackers as the gnawing in my stomach growled for more. I fought with everything she had. Yet, I was way out of reach of the required $7,000 necessary for mom's life-saving treatment.My fists clenched, and I pressed my palms into my eyes to stop the tears. But they threatened to spill anyway, hot and bitter."I can't fail her," I whispered-a quiet vow to myself.As I'd come home that evening, the familiar stench of stale beer and cigarette smoke wafted through the cracked front door of the apartment. Dad's gravelly laugh echoed inside, punctuated by the clinking of bottles.I had stepped inside, taking in

SIARA.The morning after the hack, I walked briskly to the hospital with the envelope of cash clutched in my hand so tightly my knuckles turned white. Every step was echoing in my ears, its sound magnified by my paranoia. My whole stomach churned with nerves as if the walls of the city were alive and watching me, waiting for me to make some kind of mistake. I felt sick.The hospital loomed ahead, its sterile fluorescent lights visible through the tall windows. The smell of antiseptic hit me as I entered, making me feel strangely exposed. I approached the receptionist’s desk, my heart pounding so loudly I could barely hear my own voice.“Hi, Mrs.Yvonne. Good morning. This is payment for Mrs.Osana Movark. Here” I mumbled, sliding the envelope across the counter without looking up.The receptionist, a sweet-looking elderly woman, turned to me and smiled. "Good morning, Sisi dear, and thank you. This will cover the overdue bills, and we'll start treatment immediately. Your mother's condit

Just as Anna had promised, the children saw the beautiful world on the seven hour trip. Georgia had made sure to pack toiletries, enough snacks to last for the entire trip, made sure their tablets were charged to full capacity before setting out on the road trip. For maximum safety and efficiency, Anna had hired a driver to drive them there with the arrangement that she would pay for his return ticket.As early as six in the morning, they were all ready, clad in beautiful holiday clothes except the driver who would dress in a casual manner. They stood at the door, waiting for him to arrive and Anna turned the decision she had just made over and over in her mind.She weighed the decisions and the possible consequences it might have on her and her children. She also looked at the other way at what might happen to her friendship with Anna if she refused. Anna wouldn’t object, and would certainly not hold a grudge, but Georgia couldn’t bring herself to refuse Anna, especially when it had

Georgia knew just as much as Anna that this place had undergone a series of changes. Anna had been home once in the expanse of five years but Georgia had not set foot here in seven years; especially after Anna had gone to other parts of the country.Anna had left Blue City to go work and study more at the John O’Hale Paranormal Institute; a leading institute for the treatment of werewolves, vampires, lycans, bats, sirens, demons and other paranormal species that might need treatment and that was why she was summoned home; her sister deserved the best care and so, she was to be given.In the five years, Georgia had gotten herself certified in managerial and secretarial skills, working as an air hostess for two years before settling to be a chef and then an hotel manager; she also runs a restaurant on the side. She thanked God that she had decided to hire assistants to oversee her duties in case she had to be absent; and then this popped up.They were ushered into the sitting room and i

“Georgia! Georgia!! Snap out of it.” Anna’s voice jolted Georgia back from her reverie. “What is wrong with you? I thought we have both agreed to let your past stay in your past.”“What do you mean?” Georgia asked, trying to feign ignorance.“You know just what I mean. You’ve been like this ever since you saw that rape victim, and you assured me before we left that you are way beyond that. Do you want me to hire a therapist for you?” she asked, her tone laced with worry and concern.Georgia reached out and held Anna’s head like a small doll, “Don’t you dare bother your precious head about that. You’ve got more important things to do, remember?”“C’mon, don’t be like that. You are also important to me. You’re one of the best things to ever happen to me.”“um,” Georgia grunted out and tried an evasive maneuver to lighten the mood, “If there was a burning fire and you had to choose between me or the triplets, who would you go for?”She blinked at me, trying to know where the tricky quest