Marco’s POVThe moment I saw that face whom Skye identified to be the man she called Uncle George, I felt an indescribable cringe within me. George Nahart. I did not know much about this person. I am somehow considered to be a man that had something to do with the underworld, but I did not want to go deeper into the tar of lifestyle and ways this dark path had. So, I might have heard of the name, but I never gave it so much attention. It never occurred to me that this particular person would have so many things to do with a part of my past, or a part of my foster parents’ lives. Now, this man crossed paths with Skye. Or maybe, it was the other way around, but still, this was…!Unbelievable! Unacceptable! Or maybe, this was a curse or something worse!?I had to take Skye to the mansion where I kept all the memories I could secure in my possession about her genetic parents— I recalled her addressing them this way. Maybe since she was born through a surrogate mother, she wanted to spe
Skye’s POVI was about to check on the two as to why they weren’t getting into the house. I was waiting for them in the living room. But I have been there for so long, not even their shadows would show up. So, I decided to walk the way back from where I came from. The back door. But on my way there, I heard Gab speaking, before I got the sight of them. They were in the hallway connecting the kitchen area to the dining room. I agreed to every word Gab was saying. I was a bit surprised. I did not expect this guy to be more sensible than Marco. Judging from my first impression of them, I believe that between the two, Marco and Gab, the former would have been more reasonable and wittier when it comes to such matters. However, Gab’s words took me by surprise. To think that they weren’t even aware I could hear their conversation, I believe they were being true and honest to themselves. “How can Gab understand almost exactly how I was feeling right now?” I aske
Gab’s POVI was not expecting Skye would hear me talking to Marco, as I tried to explain things to him. I understand why he was clueless. Because he had lived all by himself, and with less close interaction with women aside from the ones he slept with, he wouldn’t have any chance to understand how women would react to things casually. But I could tell with the way Skye popped out of nowhere, pointing out I was right and that she agreed to my understanding of how she was reacting to many things that were happening around us today, she must have been listening to Marco and me, having this talk as I gave him enlightenment on many things. But as always, she amused me with how she dominated the situation with elegance. She demanded Marco to tell her everything she ought to know. And just as I expected, she was indeed waiting for Marco to tell her what was going on. I was curious myself, but I knew Marco would tell me what I needed to know, if I needed to know anything about the matter, o
Marco’s POVI was taken by great surprise the moment I heard Skye’s voice in the hallway connecting the dining area to the sitting room, but when we got to the basement my fear to speak intensified. I was not sure where to start, or how to start telling her everything, just as she was demanding me to do. I was relieved to realize that her spot at the table made it easier for me to go with the flow of how the situation seemed to be pushing through. When Skye noticed the photos, I took it as a sign. I let her stare at them and see if she would recognize anything in particular. But she seemed to be so confused. I get it. She must have seen some photos before, but just like me, she could not recall where she saw them before this moment. In all the years that passed by, we had seen so many photos through other means like through the internet, movies, books, or anything aside from photo albums, if we do not recognize these people as family, we would easily forget about them. Even if we
Skye’s POV“What?!”Gab and I exclaimed in unison. I looked at Gab. “Are you sure about that?” Gab asked. I was totally blown away by what Marco had just said. I thought I had found people who cared for me genuinely. How did everything turn out to be this mess?!“Yeah,” I seconded Gab’s words. “Are you sure about what you’re saying?” Marco showed me another photo with a woman and a man sitting up front while five men were standing behind them. The oddity of this photo was the fact that aside from the two up front, the faces of the men staring behind them were marked with an “X” in red ink. I looked blankly at the photo. The man and the woman up front looked the same as the faces of the couple Marco showed me earlier without masks. If what he was saying was right, this couple was my genetic parents. “They look familiar….” Gab murmured as he gave the image a closer look. “This one looks like George Nahart. This one is Lylle Adams. Yeah! Right! They all look the same as the people
Gab’s POV“What exactly do you mean?” Skye asked Marco with a deep frown. I had an idea, or at least, I think I had an idea of what Marco was trying to insinuate, but I was not so sure it would be wise to have a go at it. No matter how I try to justify this thought, it still sums up the fact that we will have to put Skye’s safety in a very compromising situation. And that was something I was not willing to take the risk of!“Let us wait for the right timing,” Marco answered. “How?” Skye asked again. “I mean, I understand the word wait, but how is this going to apply right now, considering we do not even know who is with us and who is against us?” She continued, still with a face sporting confusion regarding the matter on the discussion. “How about we try to reach out to the Naharts first?” Marco suggested. “If they reply the same way they used to communicate with you, then we could say they really had no idea who they were dealing with.”“That is not enough,” I shook my head. “They
Marco’s POV“Can you check on the security while I prepare the food?” Gab asked as soon as we arrived at the kitchen. “Okay, I'll be right back,” I answered readily.“Yeah, and guys, wash your face as well,” Skye mentioned as she lazily watched us getting closer to her spot while she waited at the dining table with her head above her folded arms on top of it. “I can do it here in the kitchen sink. Marco will find a toilet and bath on his way to the control room,” Gab said as he headed to the sink. I hurriedly left the kitchen to do what I was supposed to do. I also noticed Skye was starting to get tired and sleepy. I thought we should hurry up to have dinner and rest for the night. But I turned out to be wrong because we spent almost the entire night discussing so many things. We all shared our thoughts of possible scenarios to occur with every step that we were going to take from here onwards. Without noticing the time again, we ate, tidied the kitchen, and went to find a bedroom
Skye’s POVI asked everything I wanted to know about the couple Marco said were my genetic parents. In the process, I also realized that through Marco, they left me a huge amount of inheritance. I also asked Marco to show me more of their albums in his keeping. At the same time, I requested they get the albums I have back at home to where we were at the moment so I could compare and find answers to questions that I have in my mind as I try to understand and accept the reality and possibilities of all of these being true and genuine. Marco asked Naomi to bring the things I was asking for to the empty house we passed through on our way to the mansion. From there, Gab brought the albums to the room where we had rested the previous night. “This used to be your mom and dad’s bedroom,” Marco said while I started to open the boxes of albums. “I did not move anything from how Mom Regina wanted things to be in places. I only let the cleaners dust them.”“I see,” I did not know what to say. I