I hesitantly answered the call. “What now?” I cried over the phone.
“Are you okay?” I heard a female voice ask from the other end.“Oh, yeah, who is this?” I asked.“One of your clients,” she stated. “My name is Freda from Naples. I have a business for you,” she introduced.“Really, ma’am? Luna Bianchi speaking, how may I help you?” I spoke professionally, forgetting my initial fears.“I have a wedding coming up in a week. I want you to shoot on my wedding day. Are you up?”“Of course, ma’am. Shoot all the details into my email and I will be there.”“Sure,” she affirmed and hung up.“Wow, I got another job!” I exclaimed cheerfully. I headed inside to clean up the bloody mess and begin work for the day.A week later. I traveled to Naples for the wedding. I notified Freda of my arrival. She sent a guard to me who helped me in lodging in a hotel. I never saw Freda throughout the day. I didn’t even know the main location of the wedding. She t***I sighed. I bet everything was clear now.“Miguel’s death was responsible for all this?” Ginevra queried dewy-eyed. “You weren’t even Miguel’s killer, I was…I killed him. Why did you have to undergo the torture for my mistake?” Ginevra teared up emotionally. I stood up and moved to the bed. I sat down beside her and held her close.“I can’t ever put you in danger, sweetheart. How can I ever do that?” I expressed misty-eyed. “Mother entrusted your safety into my hands, I assured her I will take care of you. I can’t ever breach that,” I assured and sniffed. I didn’t want to cry with her. She shouldn’t be encouraged to cry further. I wiped away her tears. “We are okay now, dear. You just got to see me like…like I was involved in an accident and, uh, I underwent surgery to change my facial look because my older face was, perhaps, damaged,” I stated. She turned her head and looked at me.“It doesn’t matter anymore, Luna. You are my sister, no matte
~Ginevra~I woke up in my room. I held my head as I tried to sit up. Emiliano stood up to come to assist me. My head aches. It made my vision blurry.“Be careful,” Emiliano said, holding my arm and helping me to sit up.“I do? Who was he?” my question rumbled in my head. “Emiliano.” Luna’s answer reverberated non-stop. It felt like a pail of cold water was poured on my body the moment I heard Emiliano’s name. I felt my heart being pulled out of my chest and my body being stabbed continuously. I stared at Emiliano. Was she speaking of another person? How many Emiliano do I know? I only know Emiliano, my husband. Did he murder my sister? He was the demonic villain that tortured my sister. It can’t be, it shouldn’t be Emiliano, not my husband. I teared up. He was much more of a saint than a villain. No.“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Emiliano queried. “Why are you crying? What happened to you?”I was confused. Did Emiliano change because he met me? Was he an initial villain that has denounc
I continued staring at Luna in confusion. What was going on? “You seriously don’t recognize me?” I queried.“Please, leave me alone,” she declared, shifting away from me.“Luna?” I called in surprise. She snubbed me and laid down. I stood up, confusion washed over me. I glanced at her a few more times before leaving the room.Author’s noteDear readers, for you not to be confused, I will use the POV of Sienna this time. Likewise, when she’s back to being Luna, I will use Luna’s POV. But she will continue to be called Anabel till Emiliano gets to know who she is. I hope you understand. Sorry for any confusion raised 🙏~Sienna~After the lady who was referring to me as Luna left, I decided to get up and freshen up. Emiliano was still mad at me. I wouldn’t blame him anyway. I shouldn’t have left the way I did in the first place. What came over me? I stepped down from the bed. But hold on? How did I suddenly appear in Emiliano’s house? The last thing I remembered was being drunk and sway
~Ginevra~Emiliano dragged me down to his room. He reached inside and pushed me on the bed.“Oww!” I exclaimed. I sat up quickly. He turned away from me. He held his head and grunted. He faced me again. He was angry. Just like he was before when he caught me with the journal. I shifted to the edge of the bed in tears. I couldn’t believe Emiliano could hurt me. I regret ever being pregnant for him.“I hate you,” I whimpered. He crouched in front of me, staring into my eyes. My heart thumbs up to my throat. He held my hands. I shifted back in fear. I was now scared of him.“I’m sorry. I don’t like this either,” he said calmly. “Don’t say you hate me, sweetheart. I love you. You got to believe me, I got nothing to do with Luna’s death. I didn’t murder her, please,” he apologized in a soft angelic voice that calmed my racing heartbeat. Should I believe him? How can I? Luna said he murdered her. She couldn’t be wrong about who tortured her. But now where is she? How did she leave Sienn
~Sienna~I found myself in the middle of the woods, staring at a lady. It seems I have seen her before, but not certain where. She was sadly looking at me. I tried to rack my brain, yet I couldn’t remember her. She watched every movement I took to remember.“I am Luna,” she introduced herself.“Oh,” I smiled at my foolishness. I should have known. I was the one that treated her a year ago. “So, why are you here? I heard you died.”“I need your help, Sienna,” she said in the most desperate voice I have ever heard. “I want to use your body to get in contact with my sister, please,” Luna begged, taking a step toward me. I took a step back.“I can’t,” I declared, shaking my head stubbornly. “It was all your fault Emiliano is no longer mine,” I accused, getting pissed off. “If you hadn’t entered my body, I would have returned to Emiliano. Do you know how much it hurts to learn that he is in love with another? And that she is pregnant? I bet you wouldn’t know because you have never fal
“What happened?” she asked. I rolled my eyes. Was it Sienna or Luna? “ahhhh-hhaaaaaa! Where have I been? What happened to me?” she yawned and queried.“Luna?” I called out, laughing and chuckling at the same time. I embraced her. “You are back. I missed you.”“Where did I go again?” Luna queried and I disengaged the hug.“It’s Sienna. She was back,” I let out.“Oh... But how?”“Um, well, I guess she saw her amulet and wore it.”~Luna~“Amulet?” I uttered and Ginevra nodded. “How could she have worn her amulet when I was in her body?” I queried. Ginevra looked confused. Then I remembered. It was the day Ginevra fainted. Emiliano had pulled the amulet off my neck. Could I have worn Sienna’s amulet? But how? “How did Sienna’s amulet get to this room?” I questioned, staring at Ginevra for an answer. She stood up, looking guilty like a red-handed caught thief.“Um, it was… when you were still Anabel,” Ginevra said. “I thought her amulet had fallen without her knowing, so, when I fo
I couldn’t shoot him. I shot at the wall. I dropped to my knees in tears. Ginevra slowly removed her hands from her ears, carefully turning around to look at Emiliano. She looked back at me. She rushed down to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, crying.“Calm down, crescent moon, I understand how you feel,” Ginevra sobbed. I sniffed. I couldn’t shoot Emiliano because of Ginevra. I love her so much to do anything for her. How could I kill the father of her unborn baby? All the vengeance and pain accumulated in my heart and it hurts. It felt like a brick was thrown at my heart when I decided not to shoot him because of Ginevra. Emiliano shuffled to us. Ginevra held me up.“We can sort this out, Luna, I honestly didn’t kill you, believe me,” Emiliano soothed. I cast a glare at him. Ginevra held my hand tightly. “I have never killed anyone, Luna, never in my life,” Emiliano stated.“Believe him, Luna, he didn’t kill you, I can vow he didn’t,” Ginevra added. My chest heaved up and down
~Ginevra~I sat with Emiliano in the living room. He was holding me close in comfort. Since the confrontation earlier, Luna hasn’t shown up. I wonder where she went. I clutched Emiliano’s shirt. I was shuddering from within. My breathing hitched. Luna wasn’t taking her calls. Did she leave like she wanted? I was scared to lose my sister again.“Calm down, sweetheart. You don’t have to worry, she must have gone out to clear her head,” Emiliano comforted.“But why isn’t she taking her calls?” I sobbed and sniffed.“She will be fine. If she doesn’t come back before 9 PM, I will go look for her, okay?” Emiliano soothed, patting my shoulder gently. I nodded against his chest.Then the door creaked open. Luna entered. I sprang up, flitting to the door. Emiliano stood up.“Where have you been?” I queried more like scolding, grabbing her hand. “I was worried, I thought you left,” I calmed my voice.“I’m sorry, I went to see a friend,” Luna said as we headed to Emiliano.“Who is that?” I asked
~Sienna~I woke up in the room, looking around like a lost child. Back to Emiliano’s place again. How long have I been gone? I stepped down from the bed and headed to the door. I opened the door and walked to the inner balcony. From there I saw Ginevra weeping with Emiliano comforting her. She must be missing Luna. I have never seen sisters so concerned about each other before. What is the essence of me coming back then? I got no home, no parents, no siblings, no lover, I have lost everything. It’s better to stay in the other world than living a lonely life. Luna has everyone, she has her sister who cares about her so much. I lost Emiliano already, it won’t be fair interfering in his relationship anymore. It’s my fate and I got to accept it. I sighed and returned to the room. I lay back on the bed, supplicated a few words, and went back into a deep sleep. I have learned a lot from my Master Lyon. Yeah, I met a master in my darkness, he taught me a lot about the other world. At least,
Just then, a knock came on the door. He stopped, his eyes turned to the door and the knock came up again. “Who is there?” he grunted. “Someone wants to see you, boss,” one of his men sounded from behind the door.“Who is it?” he queried.“He wouldn’t say his name, boss,” the man stated.“You stay here,” he groaned in my ear and went to the door. The moment he opened the door, he was pushed back, hitting his back against the wall and the knife fell from his hands. I turned my head to the door, Emiliano stood at the door, holding a handgun and aiming it at Mariano. The guard that was speaking fell dead. Maximo showed up. A smile flashed to my face, seeing my people come to defend me. I have never been defended before, this feels like a whole new beginning in my life.“Move it!” Emiliano ordered, aiming the gun straight at Mariano’s head. They indeed look super alike. I couldn’t find a distinction, except for the clothes they were putting on, or possibly the emotion in their eyes.
It has been a week since I started going out with Mariano. It’s becoming overwhelming, coupled with the fact that he desperately wishes to take me to bed. So frustrating. I can’t handle it anymore, it’s not okay mingling with my murderer. Time for the big show. I freshened up and dressed up in the most seductive dress I could lay my hands on. It was a sparkling deep blue short gown that seems to be hanging out my butt. I heated my hair to curl up and applied heavy makeup. I stepped into my high heels and stood up. I put a small knife into my purse.“Do or die again, Luna. This is your chance,” I reminded myself with a slight chuckle and headed out. I descended downstairs, taking each step with elegance like an awaiting queen. Emiliano’s eyes turned to me. He began staring at my transformation. Thank God Ginevra wasn’t there, I don’t wish to deal with jealousy before beginning my revenge today. I stepped down the last staircase and Emiliano swallowed hard. I raised one of my eyebrows.
I returned home, shuffling into the living room. Ginevra was pacing up and down, holding her phone. She stopped abruptly and hurried to me.“Are you fine?” she asked, holding me. I nodded and sighed. “Did you see him? Did you recognize him?” Ginevra queried.“No, we lost him,” I said and sighed, collapsing onto the couch. Ginevra sat with me.“How come?”Well, we waited patiently for him at the restaurant where he stopped. He didn’t come out till we fell asleep,” I explained.“Oh, that means you didn’t even get to talk to him at all, right?”“Exactly.”“Hey, you are back. How did it go?” Emiliano queried, handing a cup of tea to Ginevra.“We lost him,” I said simply and stood up. “We will try our luck next time. Getting to know his place is my priority right now,” I declared and started walking away. Emiliano held my wrist and I turned abruptly to face him.“I will help you…no matter what,” he assured. I nodded and headed upstairs. Ginevra stood up and moved close to Emiliano
Maximo accepted with a nod and carried Luna up. I followed him to Luna’s room and he laid her down.“What will happen now?” Maximo asked. “Huuuhhh!” I sighed heavily. “She will wake up. Please, stay with her,” I told him.“Uh, sure,” he accepted and sat down on the bed. I headed out. I opened the door and glanced back at them before going out. I went downstairs to meet Emiliano. He was seated on the couch in the living room, staring at the door. I sat beside him.“I’m sorry,” I said and he looked at me. “It’s…it’s just hard…I don’t know what to say, sweetheart, but I’m sorry. I believe you,” I apologized and he smiled.“You don’t have to apologize, sweetheart. I understand. Even though it hurts that you thought I was a murderer, it’s still fine,” he said and smiled. I snuggled closer to him, he held me and kissed my hair.“Do you think you…uh, you have a twin?” I asked, lifting my eyes to look at him. He paused, staring into space for a few seconds. I released myself from his h
“That’s it! It’s him, it’s Emiliano!” I groaned, turning away from the screen. “That scumbag!”“Emiliano?” Freda sounded and I looked at her. “But his name is Mariano,” Freda added and shrugged her shoulders at my confused stare.“His name is Mariano? “ I asked and she nodded.“At least that was what he told me,” Freda stated.I brought out my phone. I opened my camera to film the video. “Play it again,” I told Maximo. He replayed the video while I recorded it. “Thank you, Aldo,” I appreciated Aldo. He smiled. “Let’s go,” I told Freda and Maximo. We returned to the car.“What will happen now?” Maximo asked. “We will take her back home. Any silly move, I will get flowers for her funeral,” I told Maximo while intently intimidating Freda. Her heartbeat began heaving up and down again.“I will do anything you say,” she reassured.“Any smart move, don’t forget I’m still a reincarnated soul,” I added and she gasped. Maximo moved off.I placed a call to Ginevra, telling her I won’t
“Do you remember Luna?” I queried, interrogatingly staring deep into her eyes like the shaft of the sun over a deep blue ocean. She went as quiet as still water with only the sound of her heart banging her ribcage. She stared at me, confusion wearing off the weight of fear from her heart. “You remember her?” I asked again, relaxing against the chair, giving her room to rack her brain. She intently shook her head. “Well, let me tell you a story, maybe then you can remember,” I said and sat up. “About a year ago, you called Luna, a photographer, you wanted her to shoot at your fake wedding. She believed you and traveled down to Naples. On the night of her arrival, a villain, the man she feared most in her life stormed into her hotel room. Now guess who showed up when she tried to escape,” I narrated. Her chest began heaving up and down again. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, clustered sweat rushing down her temple.“I…I…I…” she tried to speak, but no other words came out. I gave
~Ginevra~I sat with Emiliano in the living room. He was holding me close in comfort. Since the confrontation earlier, Luna hasn’t shown up. I wonder where she went. I clutched Emiliano’s shirt. I was shuddering from within. My breathing hitched. Luna wasn’t taking her calls. Did she leave like she wanted? I was scared to lose my sister again.“Calm down, sweetheart. You don’t have to worry, she must have gone out to clear her head,” Emiliano comforted.“But why isn’t she taking her calls?” I sobbed and sniffed.“She will be fine. If she doesn’t come back before 9 PM, I will go look for her, okay?” Emiliano soothed, patting my shoulder gently. I nodded against his chest.Then the door creaked open. Luna entered. I sprang up, flitting to the door. Emiliano stood up.“Where have you been?” I queried more like scolding, grabbing her hand. “I was worried, I thought you left,” I calmed my voice.“I’m sorry, I went to see a friend,” Luna said as we headed to Emiliano.“Who is that?” I asked
I couldn’t shoot him. I shot at the wall. I dropped to my knees in tears. Ginevra slowly removed her hands from her ears, carefully turning around to look at Emiliano. She looked back at me. She rushed down to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, crying.“Calm down, crescent moon, I understand how you feel,” Ginevra sobbed. I sniffed. I couldn’t shoot Emiliano because of Ginevra. I love her so much to do anything for her. How could I kill the father of her unborn baby? All the vengeance and pain accumulated in my heart and it hurts. It felt like a brick was thrown at my heart when I decided not to shoot him because of Ginevra. Emiliano shuffled to us. Ginevra held me up.“We can sort this out, Luna, I honestly didn’t kill you, believe me,” Emiliano soothed. I cast a glare at him. Ginevra held my hand tightly. “I have never killed anyone, Luna, never in my life,” Emiliano stated.“Believe him, Luna, he didn’t kill you, I can vow he didn’t,” Ginevra added. My chest heaved up and down