All Chapters of Making Past Perfect: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Corazon stood still in the shadow of the trees, her eyes fixed on the house. It had been days since Leonida had died, but Corazon could still feel her presence lingering in the air. It was as though the very ground Leonida had walked on clung to her spirit, refusing to release her from this world. Corazon's lips curled into a sinister smile."Dead," she muttered to herself. "They’re both dead and yet they still haunt me." She squeezed her eyes shut, but it only made Leonida’s face sharper in her mind. "But if I can still feel her, then Alejandro... he must be near. Their love was always so insufferably pure." Her voice dripped with venom. "But I will bring him back to me, even if it’s only his spirit. And you, Leonida, will suffer in the shadows of eternity."She suppressed a hysterical laugh that threatened to break free, pressing her hand against her mouth. No, not now. Not yet. First, she had to take care of Leonora, the precious daughter. She watched from her hiding spot as the fa

In the stillness of the night, while everyone else slept soundly, Tino quietly slipped out of the house. His heart raced, his mind overtaken by a single thought: I have to see her. I have to go to her. He muttered this like a mantra, his feet following the path to Corazon’s home as if drawn by an invisible force. Her image, beautiful and intoxicating, had completely consumed him. His breath came faster with every step he took.His mind echoed with her voice. The soft, sultry whispers that had seduced him, not just his body but his soul. He could see her—those smoldering eyes, the curves of her figure draped in shadowy mystery, the smile that promised forbidden delights. Tino had never felt such desire, such hunger, and now, nothing else mattered. His duties to the household, his uncle, and even his own dignity had vanished like mist. All he wanted was to be in her arms.As he approached her door, it was as though the entire world faded away. The crickets, the night breeze, the trees—a

Several days had passed, and Alice and Pedro still found themselves confined to the basement. The darkness, once foreboding, now felt almost like a cocoon for the relationship blossoming between them. Each day, Pedro’s affection for Alice became more apparent, and with every small act of care, Alice felt herself growing closer to him. He was gentle, thoughtful, and always attentive to her needs, something she had never experienced so intimately before.Pedro was busy altering clothes for Alice—something she would wear once they finally left their temporary hiding place. As he worked, Alice couldn’t help but steal glances at him. His Spanish Mestizo heritage was evident in his sharp, chiseled features. The soft light from the single bulb hanging in the room highlighted his strong jawline and the muscular contours of his body."It’s easy to fall in love with him," Alice thought, feeling her pulse quicken. Pedro had a quiet strength about him, making her feel safe despite the dangers out

“Isabela, Alice! I have news!” Lito burst through the door, breathless and wide-eyed.Alice, Isabela, and Pedro quickly gathered around him in the living room, their expressions a mix of concern and curiosity.“What did you find out?” Alice asked eagerly.“There were a lot of prisoners transferred from Manila to Sakura Heiei,” Lito replied, trying to catch his breath.Sakura Heiei was a notorious Japanese camp and prison, formerly known as Fort McKinley, now Fort Bonifacio in Taguig City.“Did you see the prisoners?” Alice pressed, her voice rising with urgency.“How many hours away from here?” Pedro chimed in almost simultaneously.“Yeah, how do we get there?” Isabela added, her brow furrowing in concern.Lito patiently answered their questions one by one. “I haven’t seen the prisoners, but I caught a glimpse, and I saw many American prisoners. Most of the Filipino prisoners were being forced into labor.” He turned to Alice, his voice filled with concern.“It would take about an hour

First Lieutenant Kenshiro Katada hurried through the dense jungle, flanked by a handful of his loyal soldiers. The oppressive heat and the thick canopy of trees overhead created an atmosphere of suffocation, but nothing could deter him from his mission. His mind was racing, his heart pounding as they approached the isolated camp where two prisoners, Johnson and Isagani, were rumored to be held. He feared the worst.“I hope I’m not too late,” Kenshiro muttered to himself, his voice barely audible over the sound of rustling leaves and the distant calls of nocturnal creatures.He had taken it upon himself to ensure Alice’s friends would survive, even if it meant risking his own life. He couldn’t bear the thought of failing her, of being the reason she might weep in despair. Alice—her face flashed before him, her captivating smile, the way her eyes seemed to hold the light of hope even in the darkest times. He intervened during an attempted sexual assault on Alice by one of his superiors