By the time the sun rays were invading her cottage the following morning, Ayana was staring at her packed luggage, which did not consist of much. She just packed her and her daughter’s clothes and shoes and some of her paintings that fit in a box. She didn’t know her destination, so the less luggage there was, the less tiresome their journey to nowhere would be.She was still staring at the rest of the belongings that she was leaving behind—to be precise, her paintings. They were the second part of her soul. She would have loved to take them, but she knew better than herself. She figured out that she might need to carry Lyana at some point in their journey, so overloading herself was a bad idea.“I will have to leave you behind, and I am sorry. I can’t promise that we will ever unite,” she said faintly, a tear dropping as she bid goodbye to the painting. “I will leave you here, not as part of the bitter memories that I am leaving behind, but because I have no way of carrying you where
Ayana's heart sank as she saw her sister, Grace, standing there with her mocking smile. She hadn't anticipated running into anyone from her tormentors, her family, especially not her sister, at this moment of departure.Ignoring Grace's taunting remarks, Ayana steadied her resolve. "I'm leaving, Grace. And I'm taking Lyana with me. This is what we all wanted."Grace's smug expression turned into one of disbelief. "Don’t fool yourself. We kicked you out, and that is the truth. And I know you feel like a lost, confused, hopeless, and helpless dog. You probably want to change your mind. Your betrothed is just a call away.”Ayana felt a surge of defiance rise within her as Grace's mocking laughter filled the air. Despite the bitter taste of her words, Ayana found solace in her decision to break free from the chains of her family's expectations. With a bitter smirk playing on her lips, she retorted, "This is probably the only good thing that you people have done to me in six years. As for
Grace's triumphant entrance into the De’Mario mansion was met with a wave of relief that washed over the grand halls like a cleansing breeze. Her demeanor radiated a sense of resolution and satisfaction that couldn't be concealed, and her grin was a testament to the weight that had been lifted from her shoulders.With a theatrical sigh, she sank into her seat, reveling in the newfound peace that enveloped the mansion in Ayana's absence, a feast smiling at their faces awaiting to be dovered as the celebrations commenced. It was as if a dark cloud had finally been lifted, allowing the De’Mario family to bask in the sunshine of their own righteousness. “Phew! The disgrace is gone. We can now live in peace and harmony like before, and we don’t have to lie to people anymore about her whereabouts. I don’t know how we have managed this for six years, honestly.” Grace voiced as she jubilantly sank to her seat.But amidst Grace's jubilation, there lingered a hint of caution, a subtle reminder
Grace got furious, dug her fork into the sausage with anger, and burst out, “Mom, please! Cut us some slack. She did this to herself in the first place. If only she kept her morals and dignity in check, she wouldn’t have to be traded this way. She was nothing but...”“She was and is still my daughter, and you are no saint!”Her mother’s words cut through Grace’s heart like a sharp, double-edged dagger. She was not a saint. How so when she was still a virgin? How was she not a saint when she had not digraced them by getting herself fucked by some son of a bitch and getting herself pregnant like her sister? Ayana was their daughter, yes. Nothing would ever change that, even though they had disowned her. She was aware of that. But she was a much better daughter than Ayana ever was!Grace's resentment towards her sister Ayana had roots that ran deep, stemming from a childhood overshadowed by familial expectations and sibling rivalry. While Ayana had always been the rebellious one, pursuin
In the quiet solitude of his home office, Adam sat at his desk, surrounded by a sea of paperwork. The room was adorned with tasteful decorations, a reflection of his refined taste and attention to detail. But despite the serene atmosphere, Adam's mind was elsewhere, lost in a labyrinth of thoughts and worries that seemed to stretch on for miles.As he stared blankly at the documents spread out before him, a pen twirling absentmindedly between his fingers, Adam struggled to focus. The weight of responsibility bore down on him like a heavy burden, threatening to overwhelm him with its sheer magnitude. Each document represented a decision to be made and a commitment to be honored, and Adam found himself paralyzed by indecision.Outside the walls of his secluded sanctuary, the city buzzed with life, its streets teeming with activity and noise. But within the confines of his home office, Adam was enveloped in a cocoon of silence, a solitary figure adrift in a sea of uncertainty. The world
Adam gazed at Daniel, sensing the concern etched into his friend's features. It was a familiar gesture, one that Adam had come to expect whenever he found himself tangled in the complexities of his personal life. But this time was different. This time, he couldn't bring himself to confide in Daniel and admit that he was being haunted by the ghostly presence of Ayana and her child Lyana. It was weird, but more than that, he did not deem it right to expose his feelings for Ayana that openly.The weight of their presence pressed heavily on Adam's mind, yet he couldn't bear the thought of burdening Daniel with his troubles. It wasn't just Ayana who haunted him—it was Lyana too, her innocent face a constant reminder of the tangled web of emotions swirling within him. He couldn't explain it and couldn't rationalize why their presence affected him so deeply, but he knew he couldn't share his turmoil with Daniel.Summoning a forced smile, Adam reassured Daniel with words that he didn't quite
As Lyana's words cut through her mother's preoccupied thoughts, she felt a pang of guilt for not noticing her daughter's hunger sooner. Looking around at the bustling road leading to the city, she realized they had strayed far from their neighborhood without even realizing it. The urgency of their situation dawned on her—they needed to find sustenance soon. With determination, she pulled Lyana aside from the throngs of busy commuters and crazy cyclists, finding a small pocket of space by the roadside. As she scanned the area, her eyes fell upon the colorful array of kiosks lining the street. It occurred to her that perhaps this was where they could find some temporary recess. She rummaged her hands through her pockets and felt the few coins she had between her pockets. ‘This can afford a meal. Even just for my daughter.’ She thought. Taking a deep breath to steel herself, she resolved to start looking for any work opportunities available at these kiosks while her daughter took a bit
Ayana's thoughts regarding the woman she encountered were a tumultuous blend of conflicting emotions, each stemming from different facets of the woman's demeanor and actions. At first, Ayana was struck by the woman's sympathetic nature toward the child, observing her tender gestures and comforting words. This initial impression evoked a sense of gratitude within Ayana, appreciating the woman's apparent kindness and concern for others. However, this sentiment was quickly overshadowed by other aspects of the woman's behavior that left Ayana feeling conflicted.Despite her evident empathy toward the child, Ayana couldn't ignore the woman's obliviousness to her own situation. It was as if she existed in a bubble of her own concerns, completely disregarding Ayana's presence or the struggles she might be facing. This indifference stung Ayana, prompting a sense of frustration and isolation. It highlighted a stark disconnect between their experiences, with Ayana feeling invisible and insignif
“Hey! “ Lian spoke with her signature smile, of course. “Why don’t we first stop by calling it a sin? Let us just say that it was casual sex done for the wrong reasons and at the wrong place. But all in all, we were adults, and we both proved a point that day. Of course, it hurts, just a little, because you did not offer exactly what I wanted. But if anything, Adam, I want you to know that I wouldn’t waste a chance with you even now if I had it. I am not ashamed to be on the list of, you know, all of those you have been with.” She then looked at me. “I am sorry to say this too, but at least I got to taste the famous Adam Stone De’Leon!” She smiles, and I think I am beginning to love her smile now. Eyes roll! “You are lucky, Ayana. You both are lucky to have each other. And this is where I wanted to be—to have you look at me the way you are looking at her, with so much love and adoration. Your eyes speak submission every minute they brush her. Even a fool can tell you love her so much.
“What, son?” His father asks.“The merger that you seek with the De’Marios will happen.” Excuse me, what? I snap at him, and I was just to give him a piece of my mind, but a gentle squeaaze of my hand sealed my lips, opting to trust him, hoping that he knows that these bunch of heartless fools do not deserve to benefit even just one bit from me. “But not on the grounds of my marriage to Ayana!”Fantastic! Bingo! God, I so love this man!Eyes flickered on each other for a long moment of screaming silence, until my father had to break the lull. Desperate old man! “What are you talking about, son? You know you are really growing desperate by the day here. And now, we have damages to pay to the Adrianos for what Grace did. Things are weighing down on us, Adam! So, what do you suggest? Anything that will help at all. We will abide!”So, Adriano, are you asking for compensation for the damage that Grace’s actions caused? Well, they seem to be the experts in not letting any opportunity slide
After a long, unnerving moment, the door opens again and freezes on our spot as our house is swamped with people.Yeah!People!And I am not talking about two or three people here, no! This weird woman is the weirdest of all because, how did she pull all these?And yeah, before I forget, I am not talking about just any other people. Not some ordinary people. Naah!We are talking of the De’Leons, Adam’s father and mother; the De’Marios, my parents; and this skinny witch who used to be my sister. And these other people, whom I presume are Lina’s parents,.Forget everyone. Lina and her parents have a score to settle with Adam, and so do the De'Leons, who have the right to be in their son’s house. But these black souls, these people that God gave me as a family? How dare they have the guts to set their feet here, huh? The nerve! The temerity! I mean, after all they have done to me? And this little brat of a witch, after insulting Adam like he was the greatest sinner the world has ever had
“You got my information from my parents? How? When? Why?” I ask.She steadies herself. “It wasn’t intentional. It just so happened that you both were the reason why some dark secret that was kept in the dark for years was leaked out. Our families, the Adrianos, the De’Leons, and the De’Marios had to meet because that was a breach of contract!” She speaks.I get everything about the dark secret and the urgency for the two families to meet, and I can also understand that tabgle. But breach of contract? What was all about that?“Breach…” I throw Adam a glare to ask for clarity, but he seems clueless and lost like I am, so I decide to ease both our curiosities. “Breach of contract? What contract?”“Yes,” she says, throwing Adam a glance, and she speaks, looking at him as if the words were only meant for him. Wasn’t I the one who asked the damn question here? “Our families, the De’Leon’s and the Adriano’s, after settling for compensation and agreeing to bury all that had happened, signed a
“Hey! I am harmless, you know!” The lady, Lina, speaks, and she even has the bravery to smile at me while my hand freely retreats from the mission of shaking her hand.She had no choice but to drop hers in letdown.She is harmless.The woman that supposedly Adam raped years ago is smiling right in my face, and I should not be worried. She is harmless. Harmless, huh?What is this?Why did she come here?“I know who you are,” I murmur, hoping that we don’t have a problem here, but how stupid of me to think, no, to actually hope for that? Why would he come here if there wasn’t fire in the mountain? “Wha…what are you doing here?” I ask.As Adam composes himself and approaches, his trembling hand clasping my waist reveals the struggle within him. It's not merely a physical tremor, but a manifestation of the turmoil in his soul. I sense the weight of his past bearing down on him, an unwelcome guest crashing into the delicate balance he's been striving to maintain.In his touch, I feel the e
The chirping of the early morning birds calls me out of my peaceful sleep. I peel my eyes, and they almost impair with a striking, sharp pain as they collide with the savage rays of the morning sun. I shut them for a minute, but when I don’t feel those strong arms around me, I peel them open in a flash, turning around. Empty space! That explains why the widow's curtains are open, permeating the savage sunrays. He woke up before me. That has never been him. I always wake up enveloped in his arms every single day of the six months that we have been together. What changed? Is it because of that question from last night? This marriage issue? After he asked me that, and after I failed to come up with a straight answer, I just laid my head on his chest and snuggled into his warm embrace. He understood the memo, which meant I was not ready for that kind of conversation. And he respected it, just like he has always done. He pulled me closer and tighter, and we drifted off to sleep. Did I
“Goodnight, mommy,” Angel says after I tuck her to bed, or rather, we tuck her to bed. Me and Adam. She turns to him and says disrespectfully, "Goodnight, Uncle Adam. You two are the best." Some“Alright. Goodnight princess. Have sweet dreams, and your mommy and I love you so very much,” Adam says, kissing her on the forehead before standing up as the sweet little girl closes her eyes.My sweet little angel. My gift is straight from heaven. What can I give God to thank him for bringing her into my life? She is my pride! My joy.“Shall we?” Adam asks, holding my hand, and I don’t waste time. I follow him behind, leaving Lyana’s room as we stroll across to his master's room. Or just simply, our room. This has become our room, just as his house has become my house. We are better off being called a family. A married couple. Because this is what all this depicts. I forgot about my house a long time ago. All that is left is for me to pick up my belongings and settle here for good. Yes, here
Ayana's anger flared, fueled by the woman's bitter accusations. "What I meant was," she retorted, her voice trembling with fury, "I did not know that Robert had a wife. And no, I have never entertained this fool ever since he came back from nowhere, and I never will. For me, he is nothing but some fresh vomit that I can never take back, no matter what."Her words cut through the tension like a knife, carrying a raw honesty that left no room for doubt. Ayana's resolve was unwavering as she stood her ground, refusing to let the woman's scornful words diminish her self-worth."And as you said," Ayana continued, her voice rising with conviction, "I am with my man. A man worth being called a man, and not some trash!"With each word, Ayana reclaimed her power, asserting her worth and dignity in the face of adversity. She refused to be defined by the actions of others, standing tall in her truth and righteousness.Robert's once confident demeanor faltered as Ayana's words pierced through his
All eyes turned towards the unexpected newcomer, a tired and heavily pregnant woman standing before them. Ayana's heart skipped a beat as she took in the sight—the woman's weary expression, the telltale swell of her abdomen—indicating she was carrying a child.As confusion clouded Ayana's mind, she searched for answers in the woman's gaze. There was a sense of familiarity—a haunting resemblance to Robert—that sent a chill down Ayana's spine. Could this woman be Robert's wife?What puzzled her was why Robert had suddenly reappeared after six years, pursuing her and their daughter, especially if he had a wife—a pregnant wife, no less.The revelation left Ayana grappling with a myriad of emotions—bewilderment, frustration, and a gnawing sense of unease. She couldn't comprehend why Robert would resurface after all this time, stirring up chaos and turmoil in their lives.The realization hit Ayana like a ton of bricks, her mind reeling at the implications. If this woman was indeed Robert's