LOGINIVY
The next place I found myself was in a dark room. I don't have any idea how I got there as the last thing I remembered was Santos and Chris lifting me. I attempted to stand up but couldn't. My hands and legs were tied to an unknown place. This was when I realized that this was more than what I thought. "Where am I?" Rhetorical questions started flowing out of my mouth as I kicked my legs and penetrated my body for an escape but couldn't escape. "Somebody help me! Help... Somebody please help me!" I screamed with my deepest tone but no help was coming- only my voice echoing in the background. I stopped screaming when I heard some footsteps. They became louder... Wait! The footsteps were approaching me. "Who is there? Who the heck are you?" I sounded rudely but the footsteps just kept approaching me but finally stopped. I could feel that someone was standing before me, not just someone- but someone I know too well. "Just tell me right now, who you are, you don't know me and you won't like it when I tell you who I am..." I threatened but the person pulled a trigger and pointed it right on my face. I yelped in fright. This was no longer a child's play! This is SERIOUS. "Will you keep quiet or you die?" A muscular voice echoed. That voice was not ordinary, I knew him. "Lysander?" I called out and the lights went on. That was Lysander pointing a gun straight to my face. I don't know why he was doing that but his face was so doomed like something terrible happened. "What's the meaning of all these, Xander? Why did you tie me to this wall? And where are we?" I inquired, my voice trembling in fear. He squatted and looked straight to my face, his eyes darting around my body with rage, he inquired "I will ask you for the last time, Ivy. Why did you stab Cameil?" I swallowed some spits as I shook in so much fear. I can tell that Lysander was ready to kill me if he was asked to and he just asked me a question that he won't believe my answer. "Answer me, Ivy! Why did you stab Cameil in her belly knowing very well that she's pregnant?" Lysander's voice added but this time, it came with a lot of echoing. "I didn't stab, Cameil! She did that to herself..." I responded but Lysander stood up with a yell "Liar! You are lying to my face even after seeing you stab her with my two eyes! I saw you stabbing Cameil. I saw the knife in your hands, you did that to her..." "You saw the knife with me because she threw it on my body!" I cut him off, my voice still trembling as usual. "And now, she lost her baby! She lost my only child you goddamn FOOL!" Lysander yelled with an uproarious voice and I shook my head vigorously. "NO, Xander! Camel wasn't even pregnant! She has been lying to you all these while and even did this to herself just to see it as a cover to defend herself from being actually pregnant... Believe me, Xander, she's a big-time liar!" I was still shaking in fear while I uttered all these- hoping for him to believe me but he only looked at me with so much disgust. I've never seen that amount of disdain in his eyes before. I can testify that Lysander doesn't love me but at the same time, he hasn't looked at me like this before even when he was mad. With the way he stared at me, he saw me as a murderer and one thing about him is that he hates Murderers because his dad was also MURDERED. Lysander stepped back a bit and clicked the trigger "An eye for an eye and a life for a life! You killed my unborn child, I will have to take yours...." He was about to release the bullets When someone opened the door. It was a doctor, Mr Yaren. He is the chief Doctor of Lysander's hospital, meaning we are in a hospital. "Mr. Steel, the patient has lost a lot of blood and needs immediate transfusion. Studies have it that her blood group was out of blood bank and we need immediate blood transfusion ASAP..." Mr Yaren halted and looked at me before continuing "Miss Cameil shares the same blood group with Mrs Steel. With your permission, can we have a blood transfusion?" "No need for my permission! Take her with you and secret as many pints of blood as you want, I don't care. Just make sure that my wife is alive!" Lysander responded and I shook my head in fear. If I'm not mistaken, Mrs Karen told me to stay away from any SURGICAL activities or TRANSFUSION as it may hinder the life of my unborn child. If this procedure goes on, I will lose my baby!~Ivy Ethan and I hurried straight to the hospital. When we arrived, Lysander was no longer in his room. “Where is he, Doctor?” I asked anxiously. The doctor replied, “The patient was diagnosed with a stroke. He can’t walk or move properly. He’s being transferred to a larger hospital in the UK. I’m sure he’ll be okay.” Ethan pressed further. “Where is he now, Doc?” “The patient should be at the airport. His flight is scheduled to leave by 3 PM. He’s been waiting for someone named Ivy, but he had to leave—he couldn’t risk missing his flight.” I barely listened to the rest before checking the time. 2:35 PM. The drive to the airport would take nearly thirty minutes. I didn’t waste a second—I had to see him one last time, to show him my gratitude for taking the bullet for me. Ethan and I sped off, determined to catch him before he left the country. Luck was on our side; we arrived just as Lysander was about to board the plane. “Xander!” I called, my voice carrying across the bust
~IvyThey say love is sweet. They say love is bitter. They say love is destructive. But I believe love is both life and death—it all depends on how you embrace it.Because love found me, and love saved me. Without love, I wouldn’t be the person I am today.Today marks two weeks since Cameil was buried and two weeks since Lysander fell into a coma. He didn’t die; he was still alive. And today, for the first time in a long while, I get to be happy.Today, I am marrying the love of my life—Ethan Morale. We’ve been through so much together, and now, standing here, I know we will face everything as one.Ethan’s hand gripped mine as we stood before the altar.“Miss Ivy Rebecca Moore,” the priest began, “do you accept Ethan Alexander Morale as the love of your life, to stay strong through thick and thin, and to be together until death do you part?”I smiled at Ethan and nodded. “Yes, I do.”Then it was his turn. “Mr. Ethan Alexander Morale, do you accept Miss Ivy Rebecca Moore as the love of
{Cameil}I couldn’t believe what I had done. I couldn’t believe I had shot him—my Lysander, my everything.No…I screamed, a raw, jagged sound that echoed in the room. My eyes caught Ivy, squatting at Lysander’s side, panic etched across her face.“Are you okay? Don’t close your eyes, Lysander! Don’t close your eyes!” she pleaded, her voice trembling.But I couldn’t hear her anymore. All I could feel was rage, all-consuming and burning.“This is all your fault, Ivy! You deserve to die! You deserve to die!” I shouted, my breath shaky but my hands steady, gripping the gun with lethal intent.I wanted one thing now: to make it crystal clear to everyone, to prove I would not be the loser in this. Lysander lay on the floor—I didn’t know if he was alive or dead—but that didn’t matter. My focus was clear. I had to finish what I started: Ivy had to die.I forced myself to stand tall, positioning the gun directly at her.“You started all of this, Ivy. You deserve more than just a bullet. You h
{Cameil}Seeing Asmita collapse to the floor, blood spilling from her mouth, I felt a twisted sense of satisfaction—but it wasn’t enough. The person I truly wanted dead was Ivy.When I pulled the trigger, Asmita had rushed forward in front of her, taking the bullet meant for Ivy. She fell lifelessly to the floor.A hush fell over everyone. Fear froze them in place, but I hadn’t achieved what I wanted. Ivy’s life was still in front of me, mocking me.I reloaded, my hands steady despite the chaos around me, and aimed at Ivy.“I already made it clear to you before, Ivy,” I hissed, my voice low and deadly. “If I am to go down, then you are going down along with me. You must DIE! And I don’t give a fuck how it happens!”I was about to pull the trigger when Ethan’s voice cut sharply through my focus.“You are running mad, Cameil. Just drop the damn gun, right now!”In a flash of anger, I swung the gun from Ivy and pointed it at him instead.“Don’t annoy me, Lysander! One more step and you w
{Cameil} My head snapped up the moment I heard Asmita’s words.Even Lysander’s eyes widened in shock, his entire face tightening with fury. Before I could make sense of anything, he stormed toward me and grabbed me by the neck.“You heard her right?!” he yelled, his voice trembling with rage. “So you killed Granny because she found out we were having an affair? You actually killed her—after she called that meeting and begged us to stop? You killed my grandmother just because she found out about us?!”I struggled to breathe as his grip tightened, but I finally managed to push his hands away and shouted back, my voice breaking with anger.“Yes, Lysander! Yes! I killed your Granny months ago—and I don’t regret it. I will never regret killing her!”Lysander stumbled back, his chest heaving, eyes glistening with disbelief.His lips parted, but no words came out.At that moment, I didn’t care anymore. The truth—or what they thought was the truth—was out, and I was done hiding behind fear.
{Cameil}My heart pounded so loudly I could hear it echoing in my ears.What on earth was happening?That video—It had recorded everything. Every single word Asmita and I had said earlier about Old Mrs. Sylvie.Everything.And the worst part? It captured my voice clearly saying, “I KILLED OLD MRS. SYLVIE!”How did Ivy manage to get this video? How could she have recorded everything we said?That question kept tearing through my mind just as Lysander suddenly grabbed my hand.“What on earth is that video, Cameil? What video is that?” he demanded, his grip tightening.My mouth parted, but no words came out. The room seemed to close in around me.Lysander’s eyes burned with fury, his face flushed red-hot with emotion. I could feel the heat radiating from him—he loved his grandmother deeply. But how was I supposed to escape this, especially with the so-called evidence staring everyone in the face?“I asked you a question, Cameil,” he repeated, his voice sharp enough to cut through air. “







