✧FAITH ZEICAN LEE✧“Hi, my Popsieeee!”Popsie?Mommyla greeted Poppy with a huge smile, arms wide open as she welcomed her into the house. Poppy and I had just arrived after being invited over by Mommyla for a barbecue dinner. It was just going to be us tonight—Poppy’s family wasn’t joining us.“Hello, Mommyla,” Poppy responded with an equally big smile, moving in for a hug.Poppy had been staying with us for two weeks now, and in the past week, we’d had dinner at Mommyla’s place three times—Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday, with tonight making the fourth. It didn’t take long for Poppy to win Mommyla over. Just like how she quickly became close to us, she and Mommyla had already formed a strong bond.There were even times when Summer would get jealous of Poppy because she used to be Mommyla’s favorite grandchild. Now, it seemed like all the attention had shifted to Poppy. But the nice thing about Summer was that her jealousy was playful, unlike Chloe’s, which came with a touch of bittern
✧FAITH ZEICAN LEE✧I was driving home, the road dimly lit now that it was well past seven. Unlike before when I’d always be home by six, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that I’d finally bought Poppy the gift she wanted for her birthday.Last week, when Summer asked her what she wanted while we were at Mommyla’s, Poppy had initially refused. She said she didn’t need a gift, that just being with us on her birthday was enough. That hit me hard, almost brought tears to my eyes. Out of all of us siblings, I’m the one whose most easily moved.But Summer didn’t take no for an answer. She insisted that Poppy deserved a gift. When Poppy finally opened up, she said she wanted a dog. She missed her old dog from when she was little—Juana. That dog had been her constant companion whenever she was left alone in the mansion. Juana had even slept beside her when she was moved to the annex because she was too young and scared to sleep alone at night.Juana had become her family. So, when she
✧FAITH ZEICAN LEE✧We’re spending the afternoon at our seaside cottage—me, Hope, Love, Mom, and Dad. Dinner prep is underway for our samgyupsal meal, an idea from Love since we found out that Poppy still hasn’t tried it.Our cottage is almost right on the beach, and the hotel where we're staying is just a short walk away. I share a room with Love and Hope, while Summer and Poppy have their own space together. Mom and Dad have a separate room of their own.While our parents and Love are busy setting up everything we need, Hope is flipping through a songbook, getting ready to sing. There's a karaoke machine in our cottage, which Hope specifically requested earlier when we arrived this morning. He’s clearly inherited Uncle Ryan’s love for music. To be honest, he's been singing since morning, only stopping when he gets tired or when he took a dip in the sea around ten earlier today. “I always knew you were the best, the coolest girl I know,” Hope started singing just as the sun sank low
✧FAITH ZEICAN LEE✧"Are you sure?" Chloe asked with a hint of doubt, her gaze lingering on me. We’re sitting across from each other at a restaurant. She just got back yesterday but didn’t come to see me right away, needing some time to rest.Poppy is already back at their house. I called her last night to check how her sister’s return went. She said everything was fine, no confrontations, thankfully. But now, Chloe is grilling me, asking if there’s something between me and her sister, Poppy."Chloe, I answered this in our messages. You didn’t believe me then. Now I’m telling you in person, and you’re still suspicious? Don’t you trust me?"“Because I saw the way you looked at her, Faith. Even before I left for Singapore, I noticed that you looked at Poppy differently. It's something you never did when you looked at me.”I swallowed hard. “Chloe, I don't know what you mean. You're the only one thinking that way. Poppy is like family to us. My parents treat her like their own daughter, a
✧FAITH ZEICAN LEE✧I WOKE up with the faint sound of rain tapping against the windowpane. My eyes flicked at the clock: 2:00 AM. It’s still raining now. It started last night while we were celebrating Poppy’s early birthday party. I can hear the wind whistling through my closed window because it’s a bit strong outside.So far, even with the storm, her birthday has been super fun. Even without a karaoke machine, we managed to have a singing session using the Smart TV and the internet. Hope set up the mic, and he and Uncle Ryan took the lead, having a singing showdown.When Hope sang, Uncle Ryan danced. Then, when Uncle Ryan sang, Hope showed off his moves, flailing around like a salted worm. But it was all good because it added to the fun. In fact, Poppy was even clapping for them both last night.I hadn’t planned on getting up, but the dryness in my throat made my thirst impossible to ignore. Reluctantly, I slipped out of bed and quietly made my way downstairs.The house was still and
POPPY Five years old."Here’s more. These are all for you, Chloe."One by one, Dad pulled out brand-new toys from the big shopping bag, handing each of them to Chloe. I sat there, sprawled out on the cold floor tiles in the living room, keeping myself busy with my old puzzle toy."And this iPad, this one's for you too.""Wow!"I kept watching, hoping Dad had bought something for me too. But no, the bag was emptied without him giving me anything. When he noticed me looking at him, he shot me a glare, and I quickly lowered my gaze, focusing back on my puzzle.Ever since Chloe came to live with us, she’s the only one Dad pays attention to and talks to. As for me, he’s always scolding me, even when I haven’t done anything wrong. Even Mommy Jody yells at me all the time now.Dad has changed so much towards me. I don’t know if I did something wrong to make him ignore me. But I can’t think of anything. I’ve always been a good kid. We used to get along so well.When Dad left the living room,
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN✧FAITH ZEICAN LEE✧I’ve been driving for several minutes now, navigating through the blurred road under the heavy rain. My whole body feels numb with worry about Poppy, as I still haven’t seen her. I’ve called her number countless times, but she hasn’t answered yet. It keeps going to voicemail, and I have no idea if she’s even heard the messages I’ve sent.‘Where are you, Poppy?’ I whispered to myself.I turned down the road that led to the park, hoping against hope that she might have sought shelter there. The trees swayed wildly in the wind, branches snapping and crashing to the ground. I had to swerve to avoid debris, my knuckles white on the steering wheel.Finally, I reached the small parking lot by the park. I don’t know why my mind led me here, but I want to take a chance. I pulled in and turned off the engine, the silence inside the car suddenly deafening against the roar of the storm. I grabbed my flashlight and stepped out, bracing myself against the win
✧FAITH ZEICAN LEE✧THE room was small and musty, but it was dry and relatively warm. I flicked on the light, casting a dull glow over the threadbare carpet and worn furniture. Poppy stood in the middle of the room, dripping water onto the floor."Poppy," I called, grabbing a towel from the bathroom and handing it to her. "Dry off first. I’m just heading downstairs to ask the clerk for something real quick."She accepted the towel with a thankful smile, and I stepped out of the room to give her some privacy. Outside, the storm still raged on—wind rattling the windows while the rain hammered relentlessly against the roof.“Good evening, Sir,” the woman at the front desk greeted me as I approached.“Hi. Do you happen to sell any shirts here? Or anything we could change into?” I asked, hoping for a simple solution.“Sorry, Sir. We don’t have any clothes for sale. But you can request a bathrobe for an additional charge, if that works.”I nodded quickly. “That’ll do. I’ll take two bathrobes
✧FAITH ZEICAN LEE✧I reclined on the couch, attempting to shake off the tightening knots in my stomach. My entire family was gathered in the living room, including Poppy. We all sat on the couch, anxiously awaiting news about the fake Lucio and the deception that had ensnared so many.A month had passed since the Samonte family was apprehended. The hearings had commenced, but today marked the first time the media would reveal the details of the case. Mr. Herald had been preoccupied with further investigations into the mansion and the company, uncovering a web of corruption tied to the imposter Lucio. The charges against them would multiply, thanks to slush funds that had come to light.Our faces were etched with tension as the broadcast began. The atmosphere was thick with unvoiced anxieties, each of us bracing for the next revelation.The news anchor’s voice sliced through the stillness, sharp and resolute. “Breaking news tonight as we delve into the truth behind the identity of the
✧FAITH ZEICAN LEE✧We took Poppy home after the doctor gave us the all-clear. Aside from bruises on her skin—which, as we learned, were caused by the impostor, Lucio—she didn’t suffer any other injuries. Thank God.The doctor did warn us, though, that the bruises would deepen before they heal, so he advised us to do ice therapy on those areas and apply aloe vera regularly.The real Mr. Herald couldn’t join us just yet, even though he wanted to, since he has a lot to attend to right now. Among his priorities are the Samonte case and the company conflicts that arose once the truth about the impostor, Lucio, was revealed. He plans to go back to the mansion to straighten things out there before bringing Poppy back.He promised Poppy he’d visit her at home whenever he had free time, not only to spend quality time with her, but also to get to know Mom, Dad, and me better as her in-laws.“Poppy, I’m so sorry.” Summer was in tears as she hugged Poppy tightly as soon as we stepped into the hou
✧FAITH ZEICAN LEE✧We dashed to the hospital, my mind spiraling through every possible scenario. The police officer hadn’t given Dad any details about what happened to Poppy, leaving me drowning in worry.The drive felt interminable, each minute dragging as we anxiously awaited news. When we finally arrived, we were met by a police officer in the hospital lobby."Here for Poppy Lee?" the officer asked us, his tone calm and reassuring. Mom responded with a nod. "She’s in the emergency room now. She’s been stabilized and is resting."I released a shaky breath, my heart still racing as we followed the officer to the ER. Beside me were Dad, Mom, Hope, Love, and Summer.As we approached, I saw Poppy lying on a bed, looking fragile and pale, surrounded by medical equipment that beeped and hummed softly. Despite the medical equipment, she looked peaceful, her chest rising and falling with each breath. But that wasn't all I noticed. Red marks were scattered across her arms. I stood frozen, ro
CHAPTER SIXTY: ARRESTED꧁ POPPY ꧂Those footsteps had always widened my smile as a child, a clear signal that he was home from work.I kept my gaze fixed on the door, waiting to see who the officer had summoned outside. After a few seconds, I gasped when I caught sight of a familiar figure. However, his face remained obscured by the officers surrounding him.The police stepped aside to let him through. As soon as he was unobstructed, my eyes widened even more, and my mouth fell open in shock. I heard Chloe inhale sharply when she saw him too; they shared the same face as Daddy.The moment he laid eyes on me sitting helplessly on the floor, he dashed over, dropped to his knees in front of me, and embraced me tightly, tears streaming down his face.“Poppy. My daughter…” he cried, his voice breaking.I was frozen, confused, and unable to react. I couldn't articulate what I felt as he repeatedly ran his fingers through my hair. Why did he call me his daughter? And why did he look so much
CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE: FOOTSTEPS꧁ POPPY ꧂Chloe had me sit on the sofa, and she took a seat beside me. Daddy stood across from us, flipping open the brown envelope he had brought along. Inside, I saw him pull out a stack of papers. My hands started trembling from nerves, and it felt like my throat was closing up. Was this it? The day I’d dreaded for so long? Would they take everything from me and then... what? Were they planning to kill me?Lord, please help me.I kept whispering a prayer in my mind, just like Faith once taught me when we were falling asleep side by side. His words echoed in my thoughts: “Whenever you’re scared, whenever you’re anxious or unsettled… just pray.”With my eyes closed and hands clasped tightly, I prayed silently, only to be interrupted by Daddy’s voice. “Poppy.”I quickly opened my eyes. “Y-Yes?” The documents he’d taken out of the envelope were now laid out in front of me.“Since you don’t know how to sign, I’ll need your thumbprint.” He pushed a stamp pad
✧FAITH ZEICAN LEE✧The world seemed to blur as I dialed the police, my heart pounding like a drum. Every second Poppy was missing felt like an eternity. When someone finally answered, I immediately explained the situation. I reported her missing so we could speed up the search, because if we didn’t act fast, I might just die from worry—she’d been gone for nearly an hour."She's about 5'3", long brown hair, hazel eyes. She was wearing a peach dress with a black coat tied around her waist," I explained to the officer when they asked for a description of Poppy.“We'll put out an alert and start checking the area. Do you have any idea where she might have gone, or if anyone could have taken her?”My chest tightened as my heartbeat quickened, the thought of her greedy family flashing in my mind. Frustration bubbled up inside me. “Her family,” I said without hesitation.I briefly explained to the officer why I suspected her family, and after understanding the situation, they assured me they
CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN: IT'S CHLOETHIRD PERSON’s POV"Come inside first, Poppy," Summer gestured for her to enter the cubicle. "Just stay here for a bit, okay? I'll just check in for attendance real quick. Our room's nearby, I won't take long. I'll come back for you right away."Despite her hesitation, Poppy reluctantly nodded. Once Summer left, she quietly shut the cubicle door and waited. Only a few moments had passed when she heard the sound of footsteps and the laughter of girls entering the restroom. Some occupied the empty stalls, and Poppy could hear the loud slamming of doors."Hurry up! I really need to pee!" one of them shouted."Hold on! I just got in! I haven't even sat down yet!" another girl replied.Poppy listened quietly, but she jumped when someone banged on the door of the cubicle she was in. "Is someone in there?" a girl’s voice asked.The pounding echoed in Poppy's chest, her heart racing. Though she didn’t want to, she was forced to open the door. Embarrassed, she s
✧FAITH ZEICAN LEE✧It’s Friday again, and Mommyla invited us over for another family dinner. Hope and Love couldn’t attend since they were both busy, so it was just me, Mom, Dad, Summer, and Poppy.After we finished eating, Aunt Baby took Poppy and Summer upstairs to her room, saying she had some clothes to give them—things she had only worn a few times but no longer liked. The rest of us stayed seated at the table, even though the meal was over. An awkward silence hung in the air until Mommyla turned to me.“Faith,” she said, her tone gentle but clearly leading somewhere. “How is Poppy adjusting to married life? Is she still finding her way?”“She’s doing fine, Mommyla,” I replied.“She’s eighteen now and fully entitled to her inheritance. Are there any issues we should be worried about? I remember hearing her parents wanted to remove her name from all the family properties once she turned eighteen.”A knot tightened in my stomach. “They haven’t made any moves yet, Mommyla. I don’t k
✧FAITH ZEICAN LEE✧I FELT a surge of excitement as I closed my laptop and gathered my things. It was Wednesday, and taking a half-day off was a rare occurrence for me, but today was special because Poppy and I had plans.I glanced at my watch—it was 11:10 AM. Poppy’s tutoring session would end at noon, and I wanted to be home when she finished. She knew we were going out today since I had texted her earlier, but I hadn't told her where we were headed yet.When I arrived home, I saw Poppy’s tutor’s car still in the driveway, so I knew they hadn’t left yet. As I stepped into the house, I was met by Poppy and her tutor, who were just about to leave. The tutor was holding a box of cookies, and both of them were smiling, clearly having a pleasant conversation.The moment Poppy saw me, her smile widened, and I quickly returned it. As they stopped in front of me, Poppy eagerly introduced her teacher. “This is Teacher Nicole,” Poppy said, knowing I hadn’t met her before. When the tutor usuall