“DUMATING NA ANG HINIHINTAY MONG SHIPMENT, BOSS! KUNIN KO NA BA?”
Agad sinasal ng kaba ang dibdib ko matapos kong marinig ang malakas na boses na iyon ng isang lalaki. Oh, my gosh. Nasaan na ako? Inilibot ko ang paningin ko sa paligid---madilim. Sinubukan ko ring kumilos pero bigo ako. Then I realized… I was trapped! Nakabaluktot akong nakahiga ngayon sa isang matigas na sahig. Mahapdi ang mga kamay at paa ko, parehong hindi ko maigalaw dahil… nakatali ako! Nagsimula na akong mag-panic. Sinubukan kong sumigaw pero maging ang bibig ko ay nakatakip. May kung anong makapal na tela ang nakabusal ngayon sa bibig ko. Para bang alam ng kung sinumang kumuha sa akin na magdudulot ako ng ingay sa oras na magising ako. Wala na akong nagawa kundi ang mapapikit ng mariin habang umiiyak. Paano ba ako napunta rito? Pinilit kong alalahanin ang mga naunang nangyari bago ako magising at matagpuan ang sarili ko na nasa lugar nang ito. I was out with Pamela, celebrating the victory of the third fashion show I hosted. Milestone na maituturing ang success ng fashion show na iyon dahil finally, matatawag ko nang “multi-million” ang fashion business na meron ako matapos mag-skyrocket ng kinita ng show na iyon. It was a clear and shining eight digits profit, earned in just one week! Pauwi na ako at nagmamanehong mag isa nang biglang tumirik ang sasakyan ko. Lumabas ako agad para tingnan ang problema---I had a flat tire. May dala akong reserbang gulong at tools, pero ang problema ay hindi ako marunong magkalas at mag ayos niyon. That’s when I decided to call Calvin. Pero hindi ko pa man naidi-dial ang number niya ay may huminto nang itim na van ilang hakbang lang ang layo sa akin. Mula roon ay bumaba ang limang hindi ko nakikilalang mga lalaki. They were all wearing black attires and bonnets. Sinalakay nila ako---two of them immediately hold me by the hand as the other one stomped my face with a piece of fabric. Nakakahilo ang amoy ng tela na iyon. Pumiglas pa ako pero dahil na rin sa lakas ng mga lalaki at sa masangsang na amoy ng tela ay unti-unti akong nanghina. Hanggang sa tuluyan na akong nawalan ng malay. And now, I just woke up inside this tiny, dark container. Hindi ko alam kung nasaan ako o kung sino ba ang nasa likod ng pagtangay sa akin. I was hopeless. I was doomed. Wala akong narinig na anumang tugon mula sa kausap ng lalaki na tinawag nitong “Boss”. Pero mayamaya lang ay narinig ko na ang mga yabag ng paa na tila palapit sa kinaroroonan ko. Dali-dali akong pumikit para magkunwaring tulog at walang narinig. I was afraid that they might hurt me once they find out that I am already awake. Hindi nga ako nagkamali ng hinala dahil segundo lang ang lumipas ay narinig ko na ang pag-click ng kung ano. Pagkatapos noon ay may sumiwang nang liwanag. Kahit nakapikit ay nasilaw ako sa liwanag na sakto pang tumambad sa mukha ko. But still, I pretended to be asleep. Pagkatapos ng nakakasilaw na liwanag, naramdaman ko naman ang paghawak ng kung sino sa katawan ko. Then he---whoever he is---lifted me and carried me away from that tiny container I’ve been put in before. Binuhat niya ako sa paraang parang isinampay niya ako sa balikat niya---hawak niya ako sa hita at lungayngay naman ang ulo ko sa bandang likuran niya. Bahagya kong idinilat ang mga mata ko sa pag asang masilayan ang lalaking may buhat sa akin ngayon. Pero dahil galing sa dilim ay nanlalabo pa ang mga mata ko. Ang tanging nakita ko lang ay ang likod ng lalaki---nakasuot ito ng itim na damit, longsleeved na itinupi hanggang sa siko niya base na rin sa nararamdaman kong tela sa braso niya na nakadikit naman sa hita ko. And whoever he is, obvious na matangkad siya. Pasimple ko ring iginala ang paningin ko sa paligid. Maayos naman at parang tipikal na bahay lang pala ang kinaroroonan ko. Parang mansiyon nga lang dahil maraming mamahaling gamit sa paligid. Even the floor was nice and flawless. “Okay, medyo nakahinga na ako ng maluwag dahil hindi naman mukhang sindikato ang may hawak sa akin ngayon,” usal ko sa sarili. The man walked continuously until he reached the stairs. Walang pagdadalawang isip na umakyat siya roon. Napapikit naman na ako dahil nakakaramdam na ako ng hilo. Mabilis akong malula at baka sumuka lang ako ng wala sa oras. Mayamaya pa ay narinig ko na ang pagbukas ng pinto. Doon lang ulit ako naglakas ng loob na dumilat. Nakita kong papasok na kami sa isang malaking kwarto. The man closed the door shut as he continued to enter. Narinig ko pa ang tunog ng pag-lock ng pinto bago siya tumalikod. Pabagsak niya akong ibinaba sa kama. Mabuti na lang at sobrang lambot niyon kaya kahit may pwersa ang pagkakabagsak niya sa akin ay wala akong naramdaman na kahit anong sakit. “No need to pretend that you’re asleep. Dllat na.” Ang kaba na nararamdaman ko kanina ay dumoble pa nang sa wakas ay marinig ko ang boses ng lalaking nagdala sa akin sa lugar na ito. And judging by the sceneries, alam ko na hindi imposibleng siya ang “boss” na tinutukoy ng naunang lalaki kanina. Ang “boss” at mastermind ng pag-kidnap sa akin. Pero ang mas nagpakabog ng dibdib ko ay ang isiping pamilyar sa akin ang boses na iyon ng lalaki. Parang… Parang narinig ko na iyon dati. Only this time, it was colder. It sounds mysterious and… scary. Dahan-dahan kong iminulat ang mga mata ko. Sa nanlalabo ko pang mga mata ay tumambad sa akin ang isang pamilyar na pigura ng matangkad na lalaki. Nang makapag-adjust na sa liwanag ay unti-unti ko nang nakita ng malinaw ang lalaki. And upon recognizing who he was, I was shocked. Natulala na lang ako nang tumambad sa akin ang lalaking hindi ko na inaasahan at hindi ko na pinangarap pang makita. “Lewis—Niccolo…” sambit ko habang hindi inaalis ang pagkakatitig sa kanya. It’s been a year since we last saw each other. Malayung-malayo na ang itsura nito sa dating Niccolo na nakilala ko. He looks so soft and simple before. Pero ngayon… sa itsura at suot niya ay parang ibang tao na ang kaharap ko. He looked… elegant. And fierce. Wala na ang maamong itsura nito. His looks now screamed authority. And his gaze was enough to send shivers down on anyone’s spine. And most importantly, mas lalo itong gumwapo. “Never in my wildest imagination did I thought na kailangan pa kitang ipa-kidnap para lang magkita tayo ulit,” sabi niya sa malamig na tinig. Tumawa siya, pero imbis na matuwa rin ay kinilabutan pa ako bunga niyon. Lumapit siya sa akin. Yumuko siya, hinawakan niya ako sa baba, at saka niya tinitigan ng diretso ang mga mata ko. “Hindi na ako papayag na makawala ka pa sa akin ulit, Calista. You’re in my possession now. And once mine, will forever be mine.”6 YEARS AGO…“I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS. YOU JUST HUMILIATED ME, MS. SY. YOU HUMILIATED US.”Kusang nabura ang mga ngiti ko nang sabihin iyon ni Mr. Saavedra sa seryosong tono.Hindi pa man ako tapos sa pagpapaliwanag ng presentation na inihanda ko ay may ganoong komento na akong natanggap agad. And yes, I am already taking it as a negative comment. A sign na maaaring hindi maganda ang kahinatnan ng ginagawa kong ito.“W-What do you mean by that, S-Sir? Hindi niyo na po ba ako… papatapusin muna before you make your decision?” kinakabahang tanong ko.“No, no. Hindi na kailangan. I… Together with my constituents right here, already made our decision,” diretsang sagot nito.Nanghina ako. “I-Is that a no? Ibig po bang sabihin noon na hindi kayo mag-iinvest sa amin six months from now?”Hindi agad sumagot si Mr. Saavedra. Tiningnan niya lang ako ng mataman, tsaka siya tumingin sa dalawang kasama niya na tumango naman.“Maupo ka muna, hija,” utos niya na sinunod ko naman.Sa pagkakataong ito ay
“HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME, CALISTA?! HOW DARE YOU DISOBEY ME?!”Kusang tumulo ang luha ko habang unti-unti kong nararamdaman ang sakit ng malakas na paglapat ang palad ni Daddy sa kaliwang pisngi ko. I was still in shock.“D-Dad, why?” puno ng pagtataka kong sabi at tinitigan siya sa naluluha kong mga mata. Gulung-gulo ako. I don’t know what was happening. ‘Di ba, dapat natutuwa siya dahil nakuha ko ang investor na matagal niya nang gustong mapa-oo?“EXPLAIN THIS TO ME, CALISTA. RIGHT NOW!” sigaw niya sa akin. Kasunod niyon ay naghagis siya ng ilang piraso ng may-kakapalang papel sa akin---maybe those were pictures.Tumama sa akin lahat ng papel na inihagis niya. One of those was even able to leave a thin paper cut on my cheek, same cheek where he slapped me. Aray.Yumuko ako at isa-isang pinulot ang mga larawan na nagkalat sa sahig. And when I saw those, I stood more shocked. Saan niya nakuha ang mga ito?Those pictures starred me wearing a simple plain blue shirt paired with whit
“Y-YOU’RE GOING TO DISOWN ME JUST BECAUSE… I-I FAILED TO BE YOUR PERFECT DAUGHTER? JUST BECAUSE I COULDN’T MARRY THE ONE YOU CHOSE FOR ME?”Hindi ko maiwasang makaramdam ng hinanakit dahil sa mga nasabi ni Daddy. Naiyak na lang din ako dahil sa bigat ng mga sinabi niya.“You don’t understand, Calista. You should’ve just told me the truth instead of telling lies after lies. Nasubukan ko pa sanang intindihin ka---”“No, Dad. You’ll try, yes. Pero hanggang doon lang. You never really got to understand me. Dahil para sa iyo, lahat ng gustuhin ko ay makakasira sa akin. While you, I have to do everything you want because that is what’s right.”Hindi ko alam kung saan ako humugot ng lakas ng loob na sabihin iyon sa mismong harapan ni Daddy. I could see how he transitioned from being furious to being shocked. Even Monica’s face showed disbelief. Hindi ko naman sila masisisi dahil sa tanang buhay ko ay ngayon lang ako naglakas ng loob na sagutin at kontrahin si Daddy. I was always “Miss Well-Be
“NANDITO NA TAYO.”Inayos ko pa ang itsura ko bago ako tuluyang bumaba at lumabas ng tricycle. Gaya rin ng sabi ni Kuya Tirso kanina ay hindi na ako nag-insist pa na magbayad.“Thank you, Kuya,” sinsero ko na lang na saad kasabay ng isang matamis na ngiti.Tumango siya. “Sige na, pumasok ka na.”Nagpasalamat pa ako ng isa pang beses bago ako nagsimulang maglakad palayo.Pero mayamaya lang din, hindi pa ako nakakalayo ay narinig ko na sumigaw siya ulit. He shouted my name so loud, that even though I was already several feet away from him, I still got to turn my back.“Mag iingat ka!”Hindi ko alam pero nang sabihin niya ang mga katagang iyon ay nakaramdam ako ng kakaibang kilabot. I am already at my boyfriend’s house. Kaya mag iingat ako saan?Umiling-iling na lang ako at pilit na iwinaksi sa isip ko lahat ng negatibong bagay na pumasok doon. Baka jino-joke time lang ako ni Kuya Tirso. Papadilim na rin kasi pero wala pa ring nakabukas na ilaw sa bahay nina Calvin. Maybe, Kuya Tirso thou
NANG ARAW NA UMALIS AKO SA BUILDING NG MGA SY AY IYON NA RIN ANG HULING BESES NA TUMUNTONG PA AKO SA KAHIT ANONG PAG AARI NILA. Hindi na rin ako kumontak pa o nakibalita sa kahit sino sa kanila. Kahit kay Ayi Hana. I already got rid of my phone and bought something cheaper. Ngayon, ang contacts ko na lang ay sina Tatay Tirso, Nanay Belen, at Pamela. They all offered me their home as my temporary shelter, pero ako na lang din ang kusang tumanggi. Ayoko rin kasing ma-attach pa sa kahit na kanino, especially that I knew how kind-hearted they all were. Tsaka paalis na rin ako pa-France in a few days now.Dalawang araw mula ngayon ay gaganapin na ang graduation ceremony sa Contessa Fashion School. And yes, I still continued taking my studies there. Bagay na hindi at never kong pagsisisihan dahil bukod sa mahal ko talaga ang fashion designing, ay dahil din sa CFS kung bakit nakatakda na akong makapasok sa pinto na pwedeng maging daan para maabot ko ang mga bagay na pinapangarap ko para sa c
2 DAYS LATER: GRADUATION DAY “AND FOR THIS YEAR’S VALEDICTORIAN, MAY WE CALL ON STAGE MISS… CALISTA SANCHEZ!”Agad akong tumayo sa kinauupuan ko matapos kong marinig na tinawag ang pangalan ko. Yes, it was me. Sinadya ko talagang sabihin at ipagtanggal ang totoong last name ko na galing kay Daddy. Instead, I opted to “Sanchez”, iyon ang apelyido ni Mommy sa pagkadalaga.Naglakad na ako paakyat sa stage, palapit sa emcee na tumawag sa akin. She also gave way so that I can have my place in front of the mic stand. It was my time to say my speech.“Good morning, everyone. Especially to our teachers, co-graduates, and parents. Originally, Contessa handed me a script for the speech I have to deliver today. But I chose not to go for it and instead, I will say what my heart really wanted to say,” pagsisimula ko.Tumingin din ako sa harapan kung saan nakaupo ang mga teacher at ang head ng Contessa Fashion School. I did it as my way to ask permission. Nakangiti naman silang tumango na para ban
MY FLIGHT WAS SCHEDULED AT EIGHT P.M., PERO ALAS SINGKO PA LANG NG HAPON AY NASA AIRPORT NA AKO. Pagkatapos ng ginawa naming pagsasalu-salo nina Pamela at ng mga magulang niya ay nagpaalam na agad ako. Doon na rin ako nagpaabot ng pasasalamat at iyon na rin ang naging huling pagsasama-sama namin dahil hindi na ako pumayag na magpahatid pa sa kanila sa airport. One reason is that, I don’t want to get involve in such dramatic goodbyes.“Cali? May I take a little bit of your time please before you go on board?”Napalingon ako sa nagsalita. It was Zyco Sefarano. He was a famous fashion designer who used to work abroad; pero mas nakilala siya nang kuning exclusive designer for five consecutive years ng pinakasikat at pinakamataas na antas ng event sa buong international pageantry. Sa ngayon ay turning sixty years old na siya at naka-base na lang sa Pilipinas. May sarili na siyang fashion brand na nagtatampok ng iba’t-ibang world class na styles ng damit, sapatos, at kung anu-ano pa. Siya
WHEN WE LANDED IN PARIS, WE WERE ALREADY EXHAUSTED. JETLAGGED. REGARDLESS THE FACT NA "RELAXED" NGA LANG KAMI SA BUONG BIYAHE."Grabe. Hindi ako makapaniwala na nakalabas na tayo ng bansa. Sobrang ganda rito…”I took a glance of Jelai. She's smiling so wide— spinning around slowly while staring at the beautiful sceneries around us. Napangiti na rin ako."Yeah, I know. At marami pang naghihintay sa'tin na mas magaganda pang lugar at tanawin dito. We'll explore the whole of Paris— no, the whole of France while we're here,” saad ko pa. May halong pangangako ang sinabi kong iyon."Talaga? Totoo ba 'yan?” Lalo namang namilog ang mga mata niya nang tanungin niya ako no'n. She seems to get more excited of the thought.Tumango ako at inaya na siyang lumakad. Base on Mama Zyco's instruction, paglabas namin ng airport ay may nakaabang na sa aming private vehicle. Kinontrata niya pa raw iyon sa dating transportation company na hawak niya no'ng nandito pa siya sa Paris. That same vehicle will bri
MARGARET'S P. O. VThe funeral was a grotesque parody of mourning. I stood, impeccably dressed, a picture of serene composure amidst the displays of feigned grief. Arnaldo’s death had been swift, efficient, a mere footnote in my relentless pursuit of power. His vast fortune, now mine, was merely a stepping stone, a foundation upon which I would build my empire.The days that followed were a whirlwind of legal maneuvering, financial transactions, and ruthless consolidation of power. I moved swiftly, decisively, silencing any opposition with a mixture of charm and intimidation. Those who questioned my actions, those who dared to challenge my authority, found themselves swiftly and unceremoniously removed from the equation. Their fate served as a warning to others, a chilling reminder of the consequences of defiance.My daughter, Monica, reveled in our newfound power, her ambition mirroring my own. She was a loyal pawn, a ruthless instrument in my ascent, her eyes gleaming with the same
MARGARET'S P. O. VThe scent of lilies in my opulent bathroom did little to mask the stench of betrayal that clung to me. My reflection stared back, a stranger in a mask of composure. My new lover, Julian, was everything Arnaldo was not: young, vibrant, impossibly wealthy. Arnaldo, with his aging body and dwindling fortune, had become an anchor, a relic of a past I was eager to discard. He was nothing more than a means to an end, a stepping stone to a life of even greater luxury and power. And now, it was time for him to step aside.The plan was simple, yet elegant in its cruelty. A "car accident," staged with precision and discretion. It wouldn't be a blatant act of violence, nothing easily traceable back to me. Just a tragic mishap, a twist of fate. The perfect crime.Days bled into weeks, each moment a meticulous dance of preparation. I subtly shifted funds, creating a paper trail that pointed away from me, towards my old enemy, Niccolo Fibonacci, still languishing in prison. It wa
MARGARET'S P. O. VThe years that followed were a blur of opulence and carefully calculated risk. Arnaldo’s wealth had become our playground, a source of endless luxury and power. But it wasn't enough. The thrill of the game, the adrenaline rush of manipulating others, had become addictive. I craved more, something beyond the confines of our carefully constructed world. That's where the Fibonacci Mafia came in.They were a powerful organization, their tentacles reaching into every corner of the city's underbelly. I'd initially approached them cautiously, offering my services as a financial advisor, a seemingly innocuous role that allowed me to infiltrate their inner circle. My charm, my intelligence, my ruthless ambition quickly won their trust. I learned their secrets, their weaknesses, their intricate network of operations. I became an indispensable part of their operations, privy to their most sensitive information.But my ambition knew no bounds. I wasn't content to be merely a pl
MARGARET'S P. O. VThe wedding was a spectacle, a lavish affair that masked the cold calculation that had orchestrated it. Arnaldo, still bearing the scars of grief, looked like a man walking through a dream, his eyes holding a strange mixture of sorrow and something akin to… contentment. Contentment that I had carefully cultivated, nurtured, and manipulated. My own daughter, Monica, stood beside me, a picture of innocent obliviousness, unaware of the darkness that fueled our ascent.The mansion was opulent, even more so than I remembered. It was a gilded cage, a testament to Arnaldo's wealth, a prize I had finally claimed. I stood in the master bedroom, gazing out at the sprawling gardens, a triumphant smile playing on my lips. Isabella’s presence was completely erased, her belongings gone, her memory relegated to a distant, inconvenient past. This was my victory, my conquest, my reward for a meticulously planned campaign of manipulation and deceit.Arnaldo, now my husband, was a sha
MARGARET'S P. O. VThe polished mahogany of Arnaldo Sy’s office felt different this time, heavier, draped in a somber veil of grief. The air hung thick with unspoken sorrow, a stark contrast to the usual crisp efficiency that permeated the space. Arnaldo sat behind his large desk, his shoulders slumped, his face etched with a weariness that went beyond simple fatigue. He looked older, broken, the vibrant energy that had once characterized him extinguished, replaced by a hollow emptiness.I approached him slowly, my movements deliberate, my expression carefully crafted to convey sympathy and concern. The news of Isabella’s death had been plastered across every news outlet, a spectacle of tragedy that I had orchestrated with cold precision. Now, I would play the role of the sympathetic friend, the comforting presence in his time of need. My heart, however, felt strangely devoid of emotion, a cold, calculating engine driving my actions.“Arnaldo,” I said softly, my voice laced with a car
MARGARET'S P. O. VThe champagne was cold, the crystal flute elegant in my hand, but the celebratory mood felt hollow, a thin veneer over the churning anxiety within me. I sat alone in my opulent apartment, the city lights a blurred spectacle outside my window. The silence was deafening, a heavy blanket smothering the usual vibrant hum of the city. It was a silence pregnant with anticipation, a silence that screamed louder than any celebration.The news had been sparse, deliberately vague. A small chartered plane, en route to a remote region, had gone down. Details were scarce, the investigation ongoing. But I knew. I knew what had happened, what I had orchestrated. The weight of my actions pressed down on me, a crushing burden of guilt and exhilaration.My phone lay beside me, a cold, inert object. I longed for it to ring, to break the suffocating silence, to bring confirmation, to bring closure. But the silence persisted, stretching into an eternity of agonizing suspense. Each tick
MARGARET'S P. O. VThe information arrived like a poisoned dart, precise and deadly. Isabella was scheduled to fly to a remote region in the north, leading a relief operation for victims of a recent typhoon. The details were scant, but enough to ignite the cold fire of my ambition. This was it, the opportunity I'd been waiting for, the perfect chance to finally take my plans to the next level. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat accompanying the chilling certainty that consumed me.I paced my opulent apartment, the city lights a glittering backdrop to my dark thoughts. The phone call had been brief, anonymous, a whisper in the night. But the information it contained was a detonator, setting off a chain reaction within me. This wasn't just about acquiring Arnaldo; it was about eliminating the obstacle, removing Isabella from the equation. The thought sent a shiver of exhilaration down my spine, mingling with a chilling sense of dread.The plan formed in my mind, swift
MARGARET'S P. O. VThe week had been a blur of meticulously planned actions, each step designed to tighten the noose around Arnaldo Sy. My initial investment in SyCorp, while ultimately rejected by him personally, had still given me a small, yet strategically significant, stake in his company. It was a foothold, a tiny crack in his seemingly impenetrable world. Now, I was ready for the next phase.I returned to SyCorp’s headquarters, the familiar scent of polished wood and expensive coffee a constant reminder of my ambition. His secretary, a woman with eyes that missed nothing, greeted me with a polite, yet guarded smile."Mr. Sy isn't available at the moment, Ms. Holloway," she said, her voice carefully neutral. "However, he did leave this for you." She handed me a small, neatly folded piece of paper.It contained a single address: Willow Creek Park. My heart pounded a rapid tattoo against my ribs. He hadn't simply dismissed me; he'd lured me into a trap. A calculated, deliberate tra
MARGARET'S P. O. VThe next day. The polished mahogany of Arnaldo Sy’s office felt cold beneath my fingertips. I sat across from him, the scent of expensive leather and old money clinging to the air, a stark contrast to the bitter taste of resentment that coated my tongue. He looked… different here, stripped of the casual charm he exuded at Calista’s birthday party. He was all sharp angles and controlled power, his dark eyes assessing me with a cool detachment that both intrigued and infuriated me.I’d come prepared, a meticulously crafted presentation outlining my investment proposal for SyCorp. It was a substantial offer, enough to significantly boost the company’s bottom line. It wasn't about the money, of course. It was about leverage, a strategic foothold in his world, a means to an end.“Mr. Sy,” I began, my voice smooth and controlled, a stark contrast to the tempest raging within me. “I believe SyCorp is on the verge of a significant breakthrough, and I’m eager to be a part o