"In many instances, Sinang, I still can't help but feel regret, even though so much time has passed," Dolor murmured, her hands moving with practiced ease as she laid out the fish to dry under the warm afternoon sun. The salty breeze rustled through her hair, but her mind was far from the present task. Her eyes were drawn to the nearly crumbling hut that had once been the warm, welcoming home of Nestor and Victoria. The sight of the dilapidated structure, now barely standing amidst the encroaching wilderness, stirred a deep, aching sorrow within her.As she allowed her thoughts to wander back to those days, a heavy sigh escaped her lips, laden with the weight of memories too painful to fully embrace."We can't do anything about it anymore, Dolor. And besides, that was a long time ago. Victoria is happy now, living with her child. Her life is beautiful and comfortable," Sinang replied, her voice as gentle as the breeze that swayed the trees. She offered a small, reassuring smile, hopin
"You don't know what you're saying, Carmela. What about me?" Nestor’s words from the other end of the line cut through Carmela's heart like a dagger. The pain in his voice was unmistakable, and she couldn't blame him. After all, she was carrying his child, the reason for the desperation and hysteria laced in his tone."This is what's best for your child and me. Besides, it's better this way. It’s best if we don’t see each other again so you can forget about me," Carmela forced herself to say, though deep down, she didn’t want to. But she knew it was the right thing to do, or perhaps, it was simply the easiest way out.Carmela was thankful to have met Nestor. He had taught her what it felt like to love and be loved. But she knew, deep down, that what they were doing was wrong, especially since Victoria considered her a close friend—and she had felt the same way about Victoria.Their story was the stuff of daytime dramas, the kind Carmela would have rolled her eyes at and switched off
"My revenge against Nestor isn’t over yet. And now, you and your unborn child will pay the price, Carmela," Loleng hissed, her voice a venomous whisper that cut through the stifling air. Her eyes, sharp and filled with malice, gleamed in the dim glow of the flickering candlelight.She stood in her darkened lair, an ancient room hidden deep within the forest, where the walls were lined with shelves of old, crumbling spell books, vials of strange liquids, and dried herbs. The room reeked of decay, a mix of musty earth and the faint metallic scent of blood. In the center of the room sat the oracle basin, its surface smooth and black, reflecting nothing but the void. It was Loleng's most prized possession, a tool of immeasurable power that allowed her to see, manipulate, and control those who dared to cross her path.Loleng leaned over the basin, her breath shallow as she watched the events unfold within its magical waters. The surface rippled gently, almost hypnotically, as though the ve
“Are you still feeling sad, Victoria?”Loleng’s voice was soft but carried the weight of a mother’s endless concern as she approached her daughter, her eyes never leaving Victoria’s hunched figure. The gentle breeze from the sea swept through the air, carrying with it the salty scent of the ocean and the distant whispers of the waves as they lapped against the shore. It was a peaceful scene, the kind that usually brought calm to Victoria's troubled heart, but today, she seemed untouched by the beauty around her. She sat motionless, her body still, save for the occasional rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. Her eyes were locked on the horizon, but Loleng could see that her daughter's thoughts were far away, lost in the chaos of her heartache. The distant, faraway look in her eyes spoke louder than any words could.Even without a single tear falling down Victoria’s face, Loleng knew her daughter was hurting. The sadness clung to her like an invisible cloak, weighing her down in
FIVE YEARS LATER... "You are so beautiful, sweetheart," Carmela exclaimed, her voice filled with awe as she gazed at her daughter Clarissa, who twirled in her floral yellow dress. The sunlight streaming through the window danced on the fabric, making it shimmer like a ray of sunshine itself, casting a golden hue on Clarissa’s floral dress. Carmela couldn’t help but pause, her gaze softening as memories flooded her mind, transporting her back to her own childhood. She remembered how she used to twirl in dresses much like this one, the light catching the fabric in a similar way, reflecting the joy of simpler times. Back then, life was carefree, untouched by the complexities of adulthood, filled only with the laughter of innocent games and the soft rustling of the wind through the trees in the family garden. Every moment was a discovery, every day a new adventure.In those days, Carmela had spent countless hours in the garden, her favorite place, where she could lose herself in her day
“GRANDPA!” Clarissa’s delighted shout rang through the grand foyer of the mansion, a melody of pure joy that echoed against the high ceilings adorned with intricate moldings. The sunlight streamed through the large stained-glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors onto the polished marble floor. Each hue danced beneath her small, quick steps as she darted forward, her heart racing with glee. Her tiny feet pitter-pattered against the smooth surface, creating a rhythmic sound that blended seamlessly with her laughter, a joyful symphony of innocence and love.As she reached Martin, the warmth of his embrace enveloped her like a familiar blanket, safe and comforting. He knelt down to her level, his arms outstretched wide, ready to welcome her into a hug that felt like coming home. A broad smile illuminated his face, crinkling the corners of his eyes—a testament to his years of wisdom and love. The laughter lines etched on his skin told stories of countless happy moments shared with
The entire week had been a whirlwind for Carmela, a blur of excitement and anticipation building in the days leading up to the annual town festival. It was the first time in years that she felt a true sense of belonging in the community, and Martin had made sure to make it extra special. Just as he had promised his daughter, he spoke with the town mayor personally, pulling a few strings to ensure Clarissa was included at the last minute in the kids’ category of the parade. This gesture meant the world to Carmela, who had been worried that her daughter might miss out on the event’s magic, which was so important to the town’s tradition. Despite the short notice, Martin’s influence and charm worked wonders, and soon enough, the preparations for Clarissa’s participation were in full swing. Every day that week, a small team of artisans and event organizers bustled around their home, designing an elaborate float just for her. It was a sight to behold—brightly colored flowers, ribbons, and
“So good, Anthony!” Carmela gasped, her voice trembling as her body shook with pleasure.Her words came out as barely a whisper, each syllable trembling with the weight of her mounting pleasure, dissolving into the steamy air between them. The bathroom was filled with the soft sounds of their ragged breaths mingling with the rhythmic splash of water, a sensual symphony that only heightened the intensity of the moment. Carmela sat perched on the edge of the tub, her thighs spread wide, her body open and vulnerable to Anthony’s relentless attentions. The cool surface beneath her did nothing to temper the heat surging through her veins.Anthony, submerged in the warm water up to his waist, was focused on her completely. His eyes, dark with desire, never left her as he knelt between her legs, his shoulders flexing with every subtle movement. His mouth worked her with a deliberate, tantalizing precision that made her entire body quiver. Each flick of his tongue, each gentle graze of his lip
Jessa was right. Clarissa’s death had broken the curse that had been placed upon her, the curse that had prevented her from living freely, from choosing her own path. Queen Marasela had the power to undo it, to restore Clarissa’s life and give her the opportunity to live as a human, free from the shadows of her past.The Queen knew that, deep within her, she had the ability to make that happen. But a new fear gripped her heart—if she brought Clarissa back, what guarantee was there that Victoria wouldn’t kill her again?As a human, Clarissa would be even more vulnerable to Victoria’s wrath. And if Clarissa died a second time, this time as a human, Marasela would never be able to bring her back again. The thought of losing Clarissa permanently was something she could not bear.“I will bring her back,” Queen Marasela said at last, her voice firm and steady, as she wiped away the last traces of her tears.Her gaze never wavered as she met Jessa’s eyes, and in that moment, it felt as if the
"SON?" Victoria's voice trembled with both relief and fear as she gently grasped her son's hand.Lucas had been in a coma for three long days, and the anxiety that had consumed her during that time was almost unbearable. She had stayed by his side, watching him, praying for his recovery, but the uncertainty had gnawed at her. Now, seeing him slowly open his eyes and blink at the harsh hospital lights, it felt like a weight had been lifted from her chest. She had feared losing him, but here he was, awake and breathing, a sign that perhaps the worst was over.Lucas’s voice was weak, barely a whisper, but the concern in his eyes was evident as he tried to focus on her. "M-Mama, how’s Clarissa? Is she okay?"His question struck her like a blow, and her heart faltered. Clarissa. The name hung in the air, filling the space between them with an unbearable silence. Victoria felt her throat tighten, her eyes welling up as she fought to control the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm her
“MY SON must not see that mermaid again. I want you to kill her, Marlon!” Victoria's voice cut through the air with chilling command, her face contorted with fury.The words tumbled from her lips, each one a venomous strike aimed at the very heart of what she could not control. Her eyes, typically calm and calculating, were now wide with rage, the fire of her anger burning through her every word. This was no longer a mere request—it was an ultimatum.Her hands clenched around the steering wheel, knuckles pale from the force, as she glared at the man beside her. Every fiber of her being trembled with the thought of her son, the light of her life, being tainted by the mermaid, Clarissa. She would not—could not—allow such a thing to happen. The idea of losing her son to someone so foreign, so incomprehensible, drove her into a frenzy. No, this mermaid was an obstacle she was determined to eliminate.Victoria’s heart pounded in her chest, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts, but at its core
She had always longed for a connection with him, something pure and filled with love. But instead, all she had now were painful, fragmented memories of a man who had been driven by revenge rather than affection. The sobs wracked her body as the emotional turmoil threatened to swallow her whole.She felt as if everything she had known about her life had been a lie, and her father's absence in her world now felt like a deep, unhealable wound. The grief mixed with fury, and the sobs came harder, each one more desperate than the last.“That’s how cruel humans are, Clarissa,” Queen Marasela said softly, her voice filled with both sorrow and understanding. She gently took Clarissa’s trembling hand in her own, offering what little comfort she could in this moment of raw emotional turmoil. As the queen held her hand, there was a quiet strength in her touch, a silent reminder that even in the most heartbreaking moments, Clarissa was not entirely alone. Marasela's eyes glistened with compassio
“What is your relationship with that man from the human world, Clarissa?” Queen Marasela asked, her voice firm and tinged with a seriousness that demanded an honest answer. The weight of the queen’s question struck Clarissa like a tidal wave, leaving her breathless. Her heart pounded relentlessly, as if trying to escape the mounting tension in the room.But it wasn’t just the question itself that had her in turmoil. The piercing tone of authority in Queen Marasela’s voice and the unwavering intensity in her eyes as she locked gazes with Clarissa made it impossible for her to hide the truth any longer. For a moment, the room felt stiflingly silent, save for the sound of Clarissa’s quickened breaths. She could sense the weight of the queen’s expectations pressing down on her shoulders. Still, she hesitated, her lips parting as though to speak, only for her courage to falter. “I thought we had already reached an understanding long ago,” Queen Marasela continued, her words heavy with a
The sound of Clarissa’s voice was like a jolt to Lucas’s system. It made his heart leap in his chest, and for a moment, he was frozen. He had spent so many sleepless nights thinking about her, wondering if they would ever cross paths again. And now, here she was, walking toward him with a warm, familiar smile that seemed to light up everything around her. He felt a mix of relief and joy flood his chest as his eyes locked onto her form, drawing closer with every step.Without thinking, Lucas stood up from the large rock he had been sitting on, as if his body was reacting to the instinctive pull of her presence. His fingers subconsciously reached into his pocket, a nervous habit he hadn’t realized he’d picked up over the years, but he didn’t mind. His heart was pounding in his ears as he watched Clarissa move toward him, her graceful steps carrying her closer. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her, unable to stop smiling as he took in the sight of her. She had changed, grown even mor
“NEXT WEEK, will you come back? Your grandfather will be arriving with Nanny Norma. I’ll be heading back to the mansion, and your daddy has to go to the clinic,” Carmela informed Clarissa later that same day, after breakfast had passed. The light from the late afternoon sun filtered in through the windows, casting a warm glow across the room. There was a calmness in the air, but Carmela’s words brought with them a ripple of change, signaling another shift in their already complicated lives.“Daddy is going to Manila?” Clarissa asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and a touch of sadness. The thought of her father being away, even for a short time, felt like another piece of her already fragmented world slipping out of reach. The house in Eldoria, while full of love and comfort, never quite felt the same without him close by.Carmela nodded, understanding the weight of her daughter’s unspoken emotions. “Don’t worry. It won’t be long before he moves here to Eldoria. We’re selling
"IT'S GOOD you thought of visiting us, dear," Carmela said, her voice warm and gentle as she carefully combed her hair, the soft brush strokes providing a rhythmic comfort. Her words held the familiarity of a mother’s love, and though she was busy with her task, her gaze never strayed too far from Clarissa, the quiet concern in her eyes evident. She had always been attentive to the smallest changes in her daughter’s demeanor, and it wasn’t lost on her that something seemed different today. But she didn’t press; for now, she allowed Clarissa the space she needed.Clarissa smiled at her mother, her lips curving upward in a way that felt more automatic than genuine. She felt a deep warmth in her chest at Carmela’s words, but her thoughts were scattered, tangled in the emotions she had tried to suppress. As her mother’s gaze moved toward the mirror, Clarissa’s attention drifted to the vastness of the sea outside the window, its endless stretch of blue almost beckoning to her. She sta
PRESENT DAY A sweet smile spread across Jessa’s lips as she glanced at Clarissa. Her eyes sparkled with the hint of mischief, the kind that only someone as close as Jessa could manage. “Come on, Queen Marasela is looking for you,” she said, her voice light and teasing. Reaching out with a gentle but insistent hand, she tried to pull Clarissa along, guiding her through the cool, shimmering waters that lapped at the edges of the rocky shore. The water sparkled beneath the sun, and the air was thick with the sounds of the waves crashing gently against the rocks. It was the perfect moment for a peaceful stroll, yet Jessa’s impatience was palpable. But to Jessa’s surprise, Clarissa didn’t move. She remained seated on the large, smooth rock that jutted out from the water, her gaze fixed on the horizon. Her posture was still, as if she was lost in thought, caught in the depths of her own world. Her fingers lightly gripped the rock beside her, her knuckles white as she seemed to an