All Chapters of Under His Possession: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

JANIYA'S P. O. VHINDI KO NA HALOS NAMALAYAN ANG MABILIS NA PAGLIPAS NG MGA ARAW. I was busy proofreading my article when suddenly, a call came. And to my surprise, it was Strike, his voice a mixture of concern and desperation."How's our sons doing?” bungad n'ya agad pagsagot ko pa lang sa tawag. Hindi man lang ako nakapag-"hello" muna.Napangiwi ako. Hanggang ngayon, hindi pa rin ako sanay tuwing sinasabi n'ya ang mga katagang "anak natin" o iba pang kagaya no'n."They're… fine. Thanks for asking. Medyo matamlay lang sila. Hinahanap ka kasi,” pag amin ko."Oh, hell. Really?” Biglang naging puno ng pag aalala sa boses n'ya. He really had change. Lagi ko na s'yang kinakakitaan ng emosyon. Hindi na gaya ng dati na laging blangko 'yung ekspresyon n'ya.Tumango ako bilang sagot kahit hindi naman n'ya ako nakikita."Saktong-sakto. I was just about to ask you if… if you could drop by again? Kahit ipasundo ko na lang kayo.”Napakagat-labi ako."B-Bakit? Anong meron?”"Nothing. Wala naman.

JANIYA'S P. O. VMAGDIDILIM NA NANG MAGPASYA AKONG UMUWI KASAMA NG MGA BATA. No'ng una, ayaw pang pumayag ni Strike dahil gusto n'ya na sa mansyon na lang kami magpalipas ng gabi. Pero syempre, hindi ako pumayag dahil bukod sa alam kong lalong ikapuputok 'yon ng butse ni Giulia ay nakapangako na rin kasi ako kay Ryuu na lalabas kami at sabay-sabay na magdi-dinner bago dumiretso sa sea side para sandaling maglakad-lakad bago tuluyang umuwi.As we prepared to leave, Giulia, her face a mask of fury, clung to SV's arm like a possessive vine. Turns out, hindi pala s'ya umuwi kanina nang 'palayasin' s'ya ni Strike. Mukhang nagtago lang s'ya sa kung saan at wala na lang nagawa si Strike nang malaman na nandito pa rin pala ang babaeng over obsessed sa kanya.Her eyes, burning with jealousy, darted between me and the children, her voice a venomous hiss. Kahit hindi s'ya nagsasalita at tahimik lang, ramdam na ramdam ko ang lakas ng negative energy n'ya. Daig pa n'ya 'yung multo na ligaw ang ka

The insistent buzz of her phone ripped Janiya from a dream of sun-drenched beaches and turquoise waves. She blinked, disoriented, at the bright screen illuminating her face. It was Mamay, her mother, the name flashing across the display. Panic seized her as she fumbled to answer.“Janiya, baby, oh God, it’s Cameron! He fell down the stairs!” Mamay’s voice, usually a comforting melody, was a frantic, choked sob. Janiya’s heart plummeted. Cameron, the youngest of the triplets, her mischievous, adventurous little brother. The image of his cherubic face, his bright, curious eyes, flashed before her. “Mamay, what happened? Is he okay?” she choked out, her voice trembling.“I don’t know, honey! I was in the kitchen, and then I heard a thump, and then Cameron was just… lying there. I think he hit his head. I called the ambulance, they’re on their way, but…” Mamay’s voice trailed off, a heartbreaking whimper replacing the usual strength in her tone. Janiya’s mind raced, a whirlwind of fear

Janiya’s heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic rhythm echoing the pounding of her feet on the sidewalk. Each step was a desperate lunge, fueled by a primal need to reach her brother, to hold him close and make everything alright. The familiar sights of her childhood home, usually a source of comfort, now seemed to blur around her in a dizzying rush. Her eyes were fixed on the house, a beacon of hope in the growing darkness. The ambulance was still there, its red lights flashing, a stark reminder of the gravity of the situation. But all Janiya could see was Cameron, his small form lying helpless, his face pale, his eyes closed. She imagined his tiny hand reaching out for her, his voice calling for her, and a wave of panic washed over her. She didn’t see the truck. It was a blur of headlights, a sudden roar of engine, a screech of tires. One moment she was racing towards her home, the next, a searing pain ripped through her, a blinding flash of white, and then… nothing. The worl

The air crackled with tension, a palpable electricity that hung heavy in the air. The ambulance bay, usually a scene of controlled chaos, was now a battlefield, a simmering cauldron of rage and despair. Ryuu, his face contorted with fury, stood inches from SV, his fists clenched, his eyes blazing with a primal anger. “You idiot!” he roared, his voice a guttural growl. “You were supposed to be watching her! You were supposed to be protecting her!”SV, his face pale and drawn, his eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and fear, stood his ground. “I didn’t know,” he choked out, his voice barely a whisper. “I didn’t see the truck. It happened so fast.”“That’s not an excuse!” Ryuu snarled, taking a step closer, the scent of blood and sweat heavy in the air. “You were supposed to be there for her! You were supposed to keep her safe!”“I know, I know,” SV pleaded, his hands raised in a gesture of surrender. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”But his words fell on deaf ears. Ryuu, fueled by a bur