Lahat ng Kabanata ng Venomous Desire: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the winding road that snaked through the quiet suburbs. Dr. Desire Almonte leaned back in her seat, the hum of her car a soothing balm after days spent in the chaos of a medical mission. The scent of antiseptic still clung to her scrubs, a reminder of the lives she had touched and the battles fought in makeshift clinics. She had saved lives, stitched wounds, and offered hope in places where despair reigned. Now, all she wanted was to return to the comfort of her home, to the familiar embrace of her grandpa and the warmth of her own bed. For her, nothing beats the comforts of home. No matter how tired she is, her home will always be a place for her to relax and be herself. As she navigated the winding streets, her mind drifted to the faces of the patients she had treated—children with infectious smiles, mothers with weary eyes, and the elderly who had shared their stories with her. Each encounter had left an indelible mark

Two days had passed since Desire arrived at her Lolo's mansion, and the initial excitement had faded into a heavy blanket of loneliness. The grandeur of the house, once a source of wonder, now felt like a gilded cage. Each room echoed with silence, and the laughter of the city outside seemed a world away. Desire sat on her bed, clutching her teddy bear, staring out the window at the garden. The vibrant flowers that had once captivated her now seemed to mock her with their beauty. She missed her father terribly—the way he would tell her stories at bedtime, the warmth of his hugs, and the simple comfort of their small home. The memories flooded her mind, and a wave of longing washed over her, tightening her chest. “Why did we have to leave?” she whispered to herself, tears brimming in her eyes. “I just want to go home.” Just then, the door creaked open, and her nanny, Aling Ysang, stepped inside. Her warm smile was like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds. “Desire, my dear,

The night unfurled like a dark velvet curtain, speckled with diamonds that twinkled in the vast expanse above as Desire’s grandfather, Mr. Almonte, pulled into the driveway of their sprawling family home. He stepped out of his sleek black sedan, a satisfied smile etched across his face. Today had been a monumental day for his business, sealing a deal that would secure the company’s future for years to come. As he walked towards the front door, he felt a sense of pride swell within him—not just for the success, but for the family he had built and the legacy he hoped to leave behind. As he entered the house, he was greeted by the familiar scent of fresh flowers and polished wood. Chase, his son, was waiting in the living room, his face lighting up at the sight of him. “Dad! You did it!” Chase exclaimed, rushing over to give him a hearty hug. “I heard the news. Everyone’s talking about it!” Mr. Almonte chuckled, ruffling Chase’s hair affectionately. “It was a team effort, Chase. But yes

Desire blinked against the harsh fluorescent lights, her vision slowly clearing as she took in her surroundings. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air, and the rhythmic beeping of machines created a strange symphony that both comforted and unnerved her. She was in a hospital bed, the crisp white sheets pulled up to her chin. Panic surged through her as she tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over her, forcing her back down. “Easy there, sweetheart,” a familiar voice soothed, and she turned her head to see her grandfather, Giovanni Almonte, sitting beside her. His face was etched with worry, the lines around his eyes deeper than she remembered. “You’re safe now. Just take it slow.” “Grandpa?” Desire croaked, her throat dry and scratchy. “What happened? Where am I?” “You’re in the hospital,” he replied, his voice trembling slightly. “You were attacked, but you’re going to be okay. I was so worried about you.” He reached out, taking her hand in his, his grip warm a

Desire’s heart raced as she sprinted through the hospital’s sliding glass doors, the sterile scent of antiseptic and the muted sounds of beeping machines enveloping her like a shroud. Panic clawed at her throat, each step echoing the urgency of her thoughts. She had received the call just moments ago, a frantic voice on the other end telling her to hurry. Her grandfather, the patriarch of the Almonte family, was in critical condition. “Where is he?” she gasped, her breath coming in sharp bursts as she approached the reception desk. The nurse behind the counter looked up, her expression a mix of sympathy and professionalism. “Please, I need to see my grandfather, Mr. Almonte,” Desire pleaded, her voice trembling. The nurse’s eyes softened, but there was a gravity in her demeanor. “I’m sorry, but you need to follow me. He’s… he’s in the morgue.” Desire’s heart sank, the words hitting her like a physical blow. “No, no, that can’t be right. I just spoke to him last night. He was fine