Lahat ng Kabanata ng YOU WILL NEVER BE MY GOD, FELIX.: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

🦋 FELIX 🦋I struggled to suppress the thought that Benita could really be in trouble. “What if it wasn't a prank?”I switched on my phone and tried to call the number back, but couldn't because it was a private number. Worried, I texted the number to one of my men, then placed a call through him, “I want you to track the number I just sent to you, it's an emergency.”A few minutes later, he called back, “It's impossible to track the number, its location is somehow hidden like a big organisation is keeping it hidden. I might be able to track it down when you are on a call with the number. Do you have any information that might help us?”“He sounded like an elderly man. I'm sure he's using a voice-changing device to manipulate us,” I announced.“I'm sorry, sir, but whoever he is, is skilled at his job; we can't track him down.” He calmly stated, and I ended the call.Worried, I picked up my coat and walked out of the office. Getting into the car, I drove straight home.Getting home, I

🦋 FELIX 🦋I could do everything that morning but focus, although I remembered nothing that happened last night, I imagined it, and I didn't hate it.When I woke up, I found myself cupped in Benita’s arm. It's only natural that something had happened, but I couldn't tell what. And honestly, I stayed there for a while pretending to still be asleep.I might have even imagined worse than what actually happened, but I didn't hate whatever was in my head.I didn't hate the idea of loving her or having her; I unknowingly giggled at the thought of it, whereas in reality… it would never happen.My father was a part of the evil ones who ruined her life, and my grandmother also did nothing but make her life worse. It's only natural that she doesn't like me or my family.That day, the time in the office felt weird, as I constantly called Benita into my office for absolutely no reason.People in the office were taking her for granted and making her do all the work, but I could do nothing about i

🦋 FELIX 🦋The question caught me off guard, making my heart race. I felt a knot in my stomach as I hesitated, unsure how to answer. Fear of the consequences of telling the truth gripped me, leaving me speechless. I wished I could avoid the question, but it lingered, demanding a response.I felt trapped, torn between the desire to reveal the truth and the fear of its consequences.But this situation also tangles with losing someone my happiness depends on.“Sir?” The policeman called, punching me back to reality. “We need information on this said missing person. How long has she been missing?”“Connect me with your Chief,” I demanded.The policeman paused, “You need to speak to me first, sir.”“I won't repeat myself,” I yelled.In a few seconds, I was connected to the chief, and after a brief introduction on who I was, he stood on his toes and was fully ready to attend to me.“I need to find someone,” I stated.“Who is she to you, sir?” He asked.I slammed my eyes shut, pissed about

🦋 BENITA 🦋 Since my runaway plan was a complete failure, I thought that at least my life would go back to its normal routine.Going to work, coming home and going to bed. So I woke up very early and prepared for work. When I got out to leave, six men were standing at the entrance to the mansion.“Did he increase the security in the house so I won't run away again?” I thought and scoffed, “What's the need? They could stay outside.”As I approached the door, his men blocked it, I stood there stunned.“What are you doing?” I asked calmly.“You are not allowed to step out of this house, ma'am,” the one in front retorted.“I'm not running away,” I explained. “I'm simply leaving for work. I understand your boss threatened your life when I left, but you found me, didn't you? I'm just going to work; I'll be back soon.”I stepped forward again, but they refused to step aside. “I'm telling you I won't run away,” I snapped, “I give you my word, so step aside.”The front man inhaled sharply, “

🦋 BENITA 🦋I’ve never felt better. When Rose returned, I thought it was really over, and for the first time in forever, I felt like I was home.I gently stroked his hair, my fingers tracing the lines of his forehead. With a soft touch, I patted his back, the rhythmic motion calming his tense muscles. As he settled into the pillow, his eyelids began to droop, and his breathing slowed."Sleep tight," I whispered, my voice barely audible.As I stood up to leave, he dragged me back, and I fell on him.“No, Benita, you are not leaving me tonight.” He whispered.I chuckled softly, “I’m not leaving you tonight,” I repeated.We stayed in that position for a while, finally… no more walking on eggshells, but there were questions I had always wanted to ask, so I asked about it anyway.“About your dad,” I began, “When he died, didn't you want to kill me?”“You did nothing wrong,” he responded.“I know, but when you thought I did,” I muttered.His eyes slowly opened, “Strangely, I never thought y