Novels by Sipar De Al

It's not really true that if you stay silent, your issues will automatically stop, especially if people keep bringing them up.She couldn't understand why the issue she was involved in kept going viral on social media. She doesn't know what to do anymore. She thought she would be able to return to her normal life soon. She just thought so.After a week on the island, Zanaida also left. We had so much fun, trying all the resort's activities and enjoying relaxation pursuits like body massages and yoga. It was a very peaceful week.Now that I'm alone, I can't help but browse social media out of boredom. Zanaida warned me several times not to read comments on the internet, but I couldn't resist it.And I can't believe people still can't move on from this drama. After all, who can forget the issue when Sabrina's posts keep targeting me?One time, I couldn't help myself; bashers, who were her fans, kept tagging me in one of her posts. According to her post:“People nowadays just don't care.

"Alright boys! You can go back to your work now. I’ll call you again if we ever need another company. Muah!” I grimace as I watch Zanaida blow a kiss to the two tour guides.Currently, we are in a floating cottage. We are watching the sun slowly disappear behind the ocean. As the sun descends, its warm, glowing light bathes the surrounding landscape in a rich spectrum of colors, ranging from bright yellows and oranges to deep reds and purples.The beauty of the sunset is not just in the colors, but also in the way it can evoke a sense of wonder and tranquility in those who witness it. As the light fades and the day comes to a close, the world seems to slow down, allowing us to reflect on the beauty of the natural world and our place within it.The tour guide accompanied us to the floating cottage. We took some photos with them, as Zanaida insisted, and some solo shots. Despite it being evening, it wasn't too nerve-wracking as there were many floating cottages in the sea. It was also w

“Reidnan Sixto Island Resort. The name of the island itself suggests the remarkable attractiveness of its owner,” Zanaida's comment made me shake my head. We disembarked from the plane together. Two days after shopping for our essentials, we immediately traveled here. I had no regrets because even before the plane landed, the view from above was already breathtaking. I also observed the limited presence of people, likely due to the non-peak summer season, which enhanced the overall experience. It provided a feeling of ownership over the island, and the sensation was truly delightful. Zanaida was busy taking photos, occasionally making me her model. The resort staff welcomed us with flower necklaces and crowns. They placed flower crowns on us, and the men received flower necklaces. I marveled at the entire place. It was a breathtaking sight, with the endless expanse of shimmering blue water stretching as far as the eye could see, evoking a sense of tranquility and wonder. The soun

"Come to think of it. I think this is the best idea," she suggested. "Hide on your husband’s island for at least a month or more! Besides, you already have plans to take a vacation before starting work, right?" "Are you serious, Zanaida? You want me to stay in Octavious Alejandro’s lair?" I expressed in disbelief. She rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on! He’s your husband. You're even enjoying each other’s company, aren't you? Are you still afraid of him?" "Who said I’m afraid of him? Didn't you tell me he's cruel? I can't... how do I explain this? He is too much to handle." I bit my lower lip. Besides that, he's also too tempting, and that's not good for my heart. "Well, yes, I said that he’s cruel, but to his business. You are his wife, and I don’t think he will be cruel to you. Actually, I find him possessive and aggressive..." She winked as she grinned broadly. "And hot! He’s too hot for you! You know, I still can't believe he would come here just to taste you—" "It's my punishment

"But you are my wife. Whatever your concern is, it will be my problem too," he insisted. "I know," I responded. "I won't say that you're my husband. I value the contract that we made. I know you don't want others to know that you're already married." I bit my lip. "Says who?" he challenged. "Oh, come on! Don't take me for a fool. I know your kind," I rolled my eyes. Can you believe it? If I know, over the years, he probably also thought that he doesn't really have a wife. Because our marriage is just in name only. I never questioned it because, honestly, I sometimes feel partially single, especially when I have a crush. But it's a different story when I get into a relationship. "Let me handle this matter, okay? If... if I ever need your help, I will not hesitate to call you," I promised. And I wish that time never comes. I don't want to owe him. Especially since I know we'll eventually part ways. "Don't... don't just call. Come to me." That left me speechless. "I... I'll think

I quietly returned to the dining table. I couldn't look at Octavious. I felt his gaze following me. Gradually, the events of last night started to sink in. Yes, I did dance with Azielle, but it was a wholesome dance! I didn't know we would be photographed and would go viral on social media. I found out from the articles I read earlier that I was accused of being the third party between Azielle and his actress girlfriend. That their relationship were on the rocks because of me. But what did I know about that, especially since I just came back from another country? I didn't know that Azielle had a jealous girlfriend, that a simple dance could be taken the wrong way. Now, I'm about to face a similar fate with my husband. People on social media have hurled hurtful words at me, and it doesn't affect me. I hope my husband won't do the same. That's a different matter, of course. If he confronts me about it, I doubt I'll be able to remain silent. I pulled the chair next to Octavious. He w

During the months that I hadn't seen Kassandra, I felt like I was slowly losing my sanity. All the fear I experienced when I learned about the accident she had faced had me on edge. Not finding her body in the burning car gave me a glimmer of hope that she might still be alive. Veronica revealed that the woman in the car was her. She pretended to be Kassandra. This was one of the reasons we hesitated to expose her deception, as we suspected she might be holding Kassandra captive. However, as I tracked and observed her, I realized that even she was searching for Kassandra. I hadn't thought her to be that cunning. She had succeeded in tarnishing Kassandra's reputation, and when the truth came out that she had done nothing, she stole Kassandra's identity. I informed Kassandra's father that the girl we had been with was an impostor. To my surprise, he was already aware because Kassandra had left behind the results of a DNA test and some evidence in his office. Together, we devised a pl

Zackarious "Where is she now?" I asked over the phone. "I found her entering a bar, sir. She's now on the dance floor, dancing," said my investigator. My jaw dropped when I heard it. And finally! my ex-wife, Veronica, also showed up. I've been searching for her for weeks now because I intend to make her pay for what she did to our son. Stealing money from my company? I can forgive that, but harming my child? I can't overlook that. She cheated on me several times and left us for another man. I admit that I was preoccupied with work, but I made every effort to cater to all her desires. I can't believe she would betray me like this. I married her when I learned that I had impregnated her. I've had past relationships with women, and accidentally impregnating someone is something I cannot turn my back. So, even though I didn't have strong feelings for Veronica, I married her. We were together for years, and even though our family wasn't perfect, I made sure that we stayed together and

This is the last chapter of the story. The next chapter would be special chapters under Zackarious point of view....I woke up lying in a hospital bed, the world slowly coming back into my senses. The voices of people talking around me filled the room."I want that woman and all her accomplices to rot in hell!""They definitely will, sir. The case filed against them is layer by layer. We also have lots of evidence, so we can definitely win the case."I gradually opened my eyes, greeted by the sight of a white ceiling. The voices drew closer."She's awake!" someone exclaimed. Footsteps approached, and soon after, I saw my dad being pushed in a wheelchair by a nurse. Tears welled up in his eyes as he tightly held my hand."My child, I’m sorry! It's my fault why this happened to you. If only I had listened to you from the beginning, you wouldn't have suffered like this!" he cried.A smile broke across my face, though my eyes brimmed with tears. I hadn't seen my father in a long time, an

WARNING: This chapter contains violence not suitable for young readers. This is a work of fiction but still, you may find the scenes distressing enough so I highly encourage everyone to stop reading if underage. Thank you.I tightly shut my eyes, tears streaming down my cheeks. The regrets of yesterday flooded my mind. There were moments when I had complained about the life I lived, not realizing that someone like Veronica had been working tirelessly to take my place. Memories of my mother's final moments rushed back to me. She had expressed her happiness at my birth, despite being abandoned by those she thought would protect her. She had told me that I was her only treasure, her one hope in a world that seemed determined to see her fail.I could barely recall her voice, but her scent and her warm embrace were etched deep within my memory. Though our time together had been short and devoid of many happy moments, I knew she had always been by my side, silently guiding me. I had harbore

"You know how fortunate you are, Kassandra, because you have parents. Everything you desire is handed to you on a silver platter. You've never had to wander the streets, yearning that you should have never been born. You know what's ironic? I even liked your father, despite knowing that his promises to hand me the company were empty threats for you. I knew he was just trying to intimidate you. I suspect he's aware that I'm not truly his daughter. But you know what made me happy? He accepted me, even though he knew I wasn't his daughter. But what have you done, Kassandra? You've only hurt your father, rebelled against him. If you talk back to him, it's as if he's not your parent. You should be in my shoes, because you don't deserve all the privileges you have," Veronica sneered.I shot her a venomous glare."And you know what? When he found out I had an accident and supposedly died? He hardly seemed to care. He even appeared to breathe a sigh of relief because, instead of you, it was m

Instead of heading straight to Dad's place, I made my way back to my condominium. I stood in dumbfounded silence, staring at my own reflection in the elevator. I knew what lay ahead if I followed Veronica's wants. No matter how many times such choices were presented to me, my resolve to obey for Rious' safety remained unshaken. He was the most important, and I cared little for what Veronica might inflict upon me. I just wanted Rious to be safe.Acting swiftly, I changed into pants so I could move more easily to escape, packed essential items into a small backpack, and tried to come up with a plan, although my nervousness about Veronica's intentions enter me. Regardless, I had to go through with it. If it was true that she could predict my actions, I had to catch her off guard.I stashed money, knives, water, and crackers in my bag. There was still ample time until the scheduled meeting, so I had time to strategize how to be ahead of Veronica.She claimed to know when I reported anythi