He is such a demonic man! This creep is even more repulsive looking than my ex-boyfriend Matteo. Not only did they both have features that were similar to one another, but they were also both malevolent people. How is it that he could have tricked me into going to this window when he was aware that there was ongoing construction nearby and that I would most certainly fall into this?He didn't even bother pausing for a moment to consider what to do next; instead, he's just staring at me. What a heartless person he is to treat me in such a manner. Even though I am a stranger who has just freely entered this manor and may have even wandered into what he considers to be his own room by accident, I do not believe that it is acceptable for him to treat me in such a disrespectful manner..I am still a woman who is unable to stand for very long periods of time while hanging from this scaffolding because both of my arms are bruised. Even from this vantage point, I could make out some of th
No. He is not a vampire. The fact that he is warm and has a heart that I can plainly hear beating right now is further evidence that he is not a nefarious nosferatu, as vampires typically have fangs, and the fact that he does not have fangs proves it even more. I can almost feel that my hands are already swelling due to the pressure that his mouth is leaving me with as he continues to leisurely suck more of my blood from my fresh wound. This is happening as he continues to do so. This could conceivably also imply that I have already lost an excessive amount of blood. This frenzy is causing me to become addicted, which is causing me to become mixed up with dizziness and the overpowering scent of his masculinity, both of which are engulfing me. It has rendered me so completely numb that I am unable to make even the slightest movement to struggle against his hold on me. Once more, he was successful in positioning himself on top of me for the second time. His entire body is so large t
A dense fog of smoke and mist obscures my view of the world around me. I seem to have no recollection of how I came to be in this location; the only thing that comes to mind is that I am supposed to be inside one of those rooms that are located in the Alforque manor. Then I run into this creep who is strikingly reminiscent of my ex-fiancé, Matteo, in appearance. My memory is a little fuzzy, and for some reason, it feels as though my mind just stopped working for a moment. This is very strange. I can't help but wonder if I was in a serious collision right before I woke up in this condition, which would have caused me to lose some of my memory and left me in this state. And as I take in my surroundings, the only thing that stands out to me is the eerie feeling that pervades the empty house—more like an abandoned house to me. This abandoned house is extremely spacious, and it appears that I am currently in what might be considered the reception area. Everything is in shambles here. T
I scream at the top of my lungs only to wake up from a dream that was more of a nightmare than a regular dream.It comes as quite a shock to me when I look around and realize that I am once more inside of my room. The way I woke up in my room was exactly the same as the way I did when I first realized that I had been reincarnated into the body of Claudette Silverstone, so it was kind of like having a déjà vu experience. My fleeting musing is abruptly brought back to the present when Taylor opens the door with a creak. She makes a hasty approach toward me in order to check on how I'm doing. The genuineness of her worry is reflected in the anxious expression on her face. As soon as she stops by my bed, the first thing out of her mouth is, "Miss Claudette, what happened here?"Before I could finally respond back to Taylor, I had to give myself some time to collect myself from the state of shock that I was in. "I...I don't know, I guess I just had a nightmare." I told her.Before she c
“Who could it possibly be?” As soon as Klen told me about whoever this visitor is, I immediately questioned him on the matter. For me, this is the point at which the challenge of trying to become acquainted with the group of people who were close to the real Claudette begins to take shape. I don't have a full understanding of Claudette's background, particularly the people who are close to her. The only piece of information I have about her is that she is Julius Silverstone's only child. Other than that, I don't know anything about her. Even Taylor and Klen were strangers to me until they broke the silence and introduced themselves. I suppose the only way for me to get away with this is to claim that I have amnesia and play dumb about everything again. “It’s Reagan, Miss Claudette. Reagan Groven.” Klen then promptly answered my query. On the other hand, I don't know anything at all about Reagan Groven. Not even the tiniest bit. It's possible that he came from a family that wasn
I immediately disengaged from him and took a few steps backwards in response. He was perplexed by the abrupt response I had given him and asked me, "Claudette?" Well, we’re just even. I can't help but respond in that manner, especially considering the fact that I don't even know him, and yet he had the audacity to hug me instantly, and now he is claiming me as his Luna Bride. He claims as if he knew what Luna Bride is, which makes me wonder, does this indicate that this man, Reagan, is also a shapeshifter in some way?That is still a mystery left for me to find out, sooner or later. For the time being, I believe that it is necessary for me to deal with the repercussions of my actions, specifically the abrupt response that I gave to what Reagan had just told me.“Is there something wrong, Claudette?” After that, Reagan posed a question. I can tell by looking into his jade-green eyes that he is genuinely concerned for me or, more accurately, for Claudette.I am aware that I need to r
“What is this? Could the Alforques be among the prime suspects as well?” I immediately reacted. It is already too late for me to realize that Reagan became a little confused as a result of my reaction. What now? Should I act as if I despise them? Am I supposed to? Well, technically, I do hate them, particularly Matteo. On the other hand, I simply cannot say for certain whether or not it will be the same reaction that the real Claudette would feel at this very moment if she were present here.However, since I had already made that scene in front of Reagan, I might as well just go along with it since I had already done so. I cringe when I have to admit that my hasty reactions frequently get me into trouble or simply make it look like I'm an idiot. But it's true.I don't know what Reagan is thinking right now because I can't seem to read his mind, but judging from the expression that remained fixed on his face the entire time, it seems like he didn't even mind that I reacted in that ma
As soon as I finished reading the invitation's details to the other two, there was an odd hush that fell over us all. I had to double check between Reagan and Klen once more just to make sure that neither of them bothered to utter even a single word to react. And neither of them really didn’t at all. "What's the deal with all this silence?" I immediately inquire because I have a hard time comprehending the most likely reason behind their actions. Following a brief period during which they maintained their silence, it was actually Reagan who took the initiative to respond to my questions. He went on to say, "I can't help but suddenly wonder why the Alforques wanted to hold a party." “Why? Aren’t parties supposed to be something the Alforques are commonly fond of doing?” I inquired. This conversation is somehow becoming more useful to me, particularly because I am gaining new information not just about the Alforques but also, somehow, possibly even about that creep who resembles my
Now that sounds really suspicious. But I know I can’t just argue with her about it. Taking that step might just make her harm me or take back the antidote from me. I have to pretend like everything is okay from my end.In this situation I am in, I have to make it appear before Magindara’s eyes that I totally agree with her suggestion. Somehow, there are points from her statement that really do convince me but a greater picture doesn’t deny me the intuition that she might be trying to take me in as tool for her ulterior motive.I don’t know what it really is but I have to be vigilant and ready about it. Ready in a sense that I at least could handle the situation even if I am not aware what kind of battle that I am about to face here.“I’ll see what I can do.” I just replied.I believe that would be the safest thing to say for now.“Do you have any other question so far?” Magindara asked me. I wonder why she suddenly came up with that question.Did she find or somewhat noticed it from m
“Nothing that involves you or Florante.” I told him that shut him up quickly.This time, I didn’t wait for Leandro to act on my request to withdraw the troops away from Magindara. And so, I yanked my head to their direction and yelled, “All of you! Lower your weapons and withdraw from her at once!”“You can’t do that, Miss Emalia.” Leandro tried to protest.“And why can’t I?” I retort back.“Because I am the one leading them, Miss Emalia.”“Very well.” I said with full pride facing the troops, I then added, “As your master’s bride, I also hold the highest command alongside your master. Deny me of this and you shall be severely punished by your master.”And it was like a fearing statement, all the troops begin to withdraw from Magindara and not even Leandro was able to stop that.Magindara still hasn’t remove her barrier but I saw on her face that she is convinced that I did this so that we’re somewhat even for keeping me alive. I nod at her as I make my exit from the cave.As the gua
It makes me feel regretful though but a tinge part of me has become quite the curious as to how the image from the translucent pearl just keep on showing Florante when I am so focused to see my mother?My inquisitive thoughts have been rattling me once again and this just makes me frustrated as I know I won’t set myself aside without trying to know the reason why. But apparently, it seems that Magindara doesn’t have the answers for me as well and this bugs me.“I feel bad for this but do you still wish to try it again?”Though deep down within me says I would prefer to, I think it would be better off if I won’t pursue trying again. It’s kind of scary trying again and then Florante will just be the end result of it.And so I told her, “No. We’ve done it twice already. If it’s not meant for me then it’s okay, but what I just don’t understand it that, why does it keep on showing Florante no matter how I try to concentrate to see my mother? Do you perhaps know a deeper thought about it?”
After handing over the small flask of my tears to her, Magindara went to her drawers and drop in some kind of a blue liquid into before she heads back in front of the translucent pearl once more.“Come closer. Now, as I drop your tears into the pearl, I want you to envisage the moment you wish to see.” She told me.It will be quite difficult for me to try and picture it out since it was the day I was born. I have zero recollection about it except for the stories that my dad often tells me.I wonder how on earth will I start creating such image in my head. But as Magindara head on to drop the liquid on the pearl, I quickly had to concentrate and think deeply about that moment when I was born. I could use my baby images to help me concentrate and it appears that it is working.The translucent pearl is beginning to glow and I couldn’t hide my excitement that I’ll finally get to see the image of my biological mother after twenty-seven long years.Even though Magindara has stop from singi
The beauty of the silver clam boasted as it spread itself open before us. It revealed a shiny pearl inside.“This is a translucent pearl. It can give you a mirror to reflect anything you wish to see from the present and past.”Could that pearl really be that powerful enough to see anything from the past?“Will I be able to see someone from the past even if I hadn’t got the chance to know them?”“Well, the pearl never misses anything the water could see.”“There is someone I’d like to see. Could it be possible thought…I wonder.”“Do you have anyone in mind you met while you are anywhere near bodies of water?” Magindara asked.I’m not sure if it’s okay to tell her a weak side of me. But I’ve been yearning to see an image of my mother. I wonder for real, if doing this will give me the chance to see her even for a short while.“I’m not sure. The last time I was with her was when I was born. My father says she died giving birth to me.”“I’m sorry about that but it seems like we have no oth
“You came back here for the purpose of knowing the truth. But your appearance in this era has made quite some changes in the present time without your knowing.” Magindara stated. She glides her way towards rock formation that resembles a cellar.Magindara gestured me to follow her and I followed. It’s such a surprise that I actually don’t find it scary following her. For some reason, I am just too confident or was it more like I find it normal.It never came into my mind that I am inside an enemy’s lair and a mythical creature that could easily harm me. was this boost of confidence because of the other half of the orient pearl residing inside of my chest?I held into my chest and tried to scrub it gently, I wanted to feel the pearl inside of me but when I find myself looking weird, I immediately stop.Magindara and I stop when we reach the ground where a lot of jars are kept. From different sizes and colors. The whole place appears like Magindara’s secret laboratory for me. I didn’t k
“Did you even try to talk to him again?” I asked. For some unexplainable reason, I really didn’t understand why on earth did I asked that. Was I really trying to torment myself further? I guess so.Magindara just looks at me with a serene face and answered, “A lot of chances came to me but I never push through.”My brow wasn’t able to control itself from rising up as I followed up to ask, “But why didn’t you?”There, Magindara just smiled shyly, “I came to the point of asking myself, if I ever ask for forgiveness and he forgive me. Then the two of reconcile, what would happen if Aman Sinaya will return and ask for the same question again. I’m scared that my loyalty for Aman Sinaya will only make Florante hate me too much that he would rather kill me to death than see me alive.” She said back.I wanted to strangle her. Deep in my thoughts I wish I could just slap her for once but who am I to do that even if I am Florante’s fiancé.Magindara is bound in her faithfulness towards Aman Sin
“Florante saved me once. When some fisherfolks tried to hunt me down, Florante came to my aid and wash them out using the tidal waves. I owe him my life, so I told myself that I would love him and care for him…”Hearing those lines from Magindara stiffen my nerves. This impulse is making me crazy. I am now being consumed by the jealous frenzy. And the feeling just got more intensified when Magindara added saying, “…and I was happy that Florante noticed me and my affection for him. Perhaps it was because he was longing for someone to value and take care of him that’s why he finally noticed me. For quite some time, I stayed in his dome and had the vision of being wed to him. I know it came to his mind that he would ask me to be his wife but something came up.”The sudden turn of events from statement made me more curious. I just have to find the right words to make it sound from my end as if I was just less interested yet at the back of my head, I am so eager to know.And so, I asked, “
There I realize that maybe that was the bargain they made for their only child. That in exchange for their child to live, they have to offer even their own lives. It’s a very noblest thing for his parents to sacrifice at such extent.I feel all the pain that the young Florante is currently experiencing right now as I see him nestled himself on the ground wailing in tears. I can read through the movement of his mouth how he tries to call for his parents but since they were stoned, apparently the poor boy won’t be able to receive the response he was yearning to hear from them.“In exchange for the boy to live longer, his parents made a deal with the sea God. They will offer their lives to be used as auxiliary life source so that Amanikable could transfer his mentala to the young boy. Florante’s state was so fragile that if it’s not done that way, Florante might not be able to handle to amount of mentala inside his body that he will soon perish to death quicker than they could even imagi