Amore’s Hidden Identity(English)

AMORE raised her gun and aimed it at the bird on the branch. She shot it, and the bird was shot. It plunged into the distance, so she immediately looked for it—where it had fallen. She did not find the bird right away, but suddenly her eyes widened at what she saw under the tree. It was not a bird, but a human being. She immediately approached him and checked if the bloody man was still alive. First, she looked around to see if anyone was there. When she realized no one was nearby, she hastily supported the man and brought him to her house. She carefully examined the man's face. He had turned pale, perhaps from his wounds and extreme hunger, which caused him to lose consciousness. Amore felt great pity for the man's condition, so she immediately called her doctor friend. "Dindo, come to my house right away—I need you," she said. "Hurry up," she ordered. "Sure," he replied shortly. "I'm already on my way to you, Amore," Dindo smiled as he walked. He was heading to her house and decided to call her then. "Wow, how did you get here so fast? Did you teleport? Huh?" Amore asked incredulously. "Come in—I need to ask you a favor." He went inside immediately, and Amore guided him to the room where she had placed the man. They were still outside the door when he asked, "What's wrong?" Astonishment crossed his face. "Are you the one who needs medical treatment? You look fine to me," he added. A moment later, she opened the room door. "Not me—him," she replied, pointing to the unconscious man lying on the bed. "All right, treat him. I'll wait outside," she said, then walked out to let her friend begin his work. After some time, Dindo came out and said, "Okay. Just prepare twenty thousand pesos—I need the money now." "Sure, I'll double it," Amore answered seriously before heading to get the money. Amore went to the veranda, and as soon as she arrived, her phone rang. She answered it even though she did not want to—she knew it was only Regor calling. That devil of a man. "Hello, Regor! What do you want?" she asked sarcastically. "I'm not in the mood to talk if you're going to order me to kill again—I'm tired of it." "No. I just need you to find something. Open your messenger—I'll send a picture," he said. "Okay, I've got it. All right, bye," she said as soon as she received the message. She did not look at it right away, as she had no idea what it was about. She took a deep breath to calm her anger. She hated men for many reasons. "Wait—don't hang up yet. Find that man," he said. "Why? How much are you paying?" she asked sarcastically. "Hmm—nothing! You still owe me after letting your last target escape, so I won't be paying you anything at all," Regor replied angrily. "Okay, but don't expect me to help you find him. All right, bye." She hung up before he could say more. "You're so annoying, Regor! Be ready—I won't keep helping you like this. Without money, I can't do anything for you anyway," she muttered, then finally looked at the picture Regor had sent. Her eyes widened as she recognized the man—it was the same one she had just helped. She felt dizzy, as if she had lost her bearings. "Hey, where's my forty thousand pesos?" Dindo said from behind her. "I've treated the man... here are the prescriptions for his medicine," he added. "Who is he? Do you know him?" he asked in surprise. "Here's your forty thousand pesos. What will you use it for?" Amore asked. "Don't tell me it's for gambling or women. You better use it well, Dindo—if I find out you're wasting the money I worked hard for on foolish things, I'll kill you," she warned, raising her hand as if to hit him. "It's not like that, Amore—I'm buying a gift for Britney. I didn't have enough money, so I knew you'd help me," her friend said with a smile. "Okay, here you go," she said, handing him an envelope with the money. "Wait—don't tell anyone about the man I helped, or about you treating him. If you do, you'll be dead to me, Dindo," she warned. "All right, you can leave now. Go buy your gift for Britney, and be careful on your way home." "Sure thing, Amore—you're my only real friend," he said with a smile. "I promise I won't say a word." Dindo left happily, glad to have received so much money from her. Amore went back to the room where the stranger lay and checked on him. She watched him carefully—his face was gentle, with no trace of malice. "Why is Regor looking for you? What do you owe him?" Amore said, sitting beside his bed. "Who are you, sir? I hope you wake up soon so I can find out why all this happened to you." The man still did not wake, so she left to buy the prescribed medicine. She also shopped for groceries, fruits, and vegetables—she wanted to prepare food for him. Even though she did not know him, he seemed like a kind person. She bought a lot of supplies, and when she got home, she started cooking immediately. She made vegetable dishes—even without formal culinary training, Amore was a skilled cook. "Hmm, vegetable salad and broth taste so good. I haven't made them in ages—I've been too busy with useless things. I hope he likes it, though I don't even know his name," she said to herself. She checked on the man again, but he was still unconscious. She could not seem to tire of looking at his gentle face, and she was anxious to learn why he had so many wounds, how he ended up in the woods, and if he knew Regor. Regor was Amore's boss—the leader of one of the country's largest syndicates. Anyone who opposed him was eliminated, and Amore served as his hitman. She was highly skilled at her work and was known as the "queen of serial killers." But lately, she had begun to realize that what she was doing was wrong. She was about to leave the room when someone grabbed her arm. She looked down to see the man staring at her. "Who are you? Are you one of them—here to kill me?" he asked angrily. "Tell me!" he shouted. "Huh? Me? No—why would I kill you? For your information, sir, I helped save you, not harm you," she replied sarcastically. "Yes, I've killed people before, but you're not the kind I'd target." "If not, then who are you?" he asked again. "I'm leaving—I can't stay here. You're probably one of Regor's people." He tried to stand up, his face full of anger. "Hmm—I do know him, but I'm not cruel enough to turn you in. Go ahead and leave if you want—you'll be safer away from here, and I won't have to get tangled up in your troubles with him. All right—go," she said, pointing to the door. "I knew it. Fine—I'm leaving, and I hope we never meet again," he said, forcing himself to his feet. He was still very weak, yet he glared at her like a tiger ready to attack. His face was gentle, but his demeanor was harsh. "All right, go then," Amore said again, raising an eyebrow and pointing to the door once more. As he stood, he lost his balance and fell against her. Amore froze, her feet feeling like they were nailed to the floor. She did not know why she was so stunned, but when she regained her senses, she helped him up. Since he was still too weak to stand, she carefully laid him back on the bed. He did not resist—he knew he was not well enough to move yet, and it would take at least another week for him to fully recover. "Where did all that courage go, sir? You wanted to leave so badly—well, if I were you, I'd stay here for a week to heal. I promise I won't tell anyone about you. I'm not as bad as you think—I helped you when I found you in the woods, so why would I betray you to Regor? Yes, I used to work for him, but I'm trying to get away from his evil ways," she said. Just then, he touched her arm again. "Do you need something, sir? If you're hungry, I made vegetable broth—it's still hot. Wait here, I'll bring it to you. Trust me—I have no intention of poisoning you. If you want, I'll taste it first to prove it's safe," she said. "All right—I'll trust you now, miss," he answered calmly. Amore turned to him. "Just call me Amore—that's my real name," she said, introducing herself. "Wait here—I'll be right back." She quickly returned with a tray of food, along with fruits, water, and his medicine. She was determined to take good care of him, even though she did not know him well—she treated him like someone special. Perhaps it was because she had been alone for so long and craved a chance to show kindness. "Here you go. Sorry it took me a while—I was slicing an apple. Go ahead and eat—I made it myself, and it's good. Let me taste it first so you'll know it's safe," she said with a smile, noticing that he was staring at her. "What is it? Is there something on my face?" she asked. "Nothing. Thank you—I'll eat now," he replied, slowly picking up the spoon. But his hand was shaking, and some of the food spilled. "I'll get a towel—wait," she said, hurrying out of the room. She came back quickly and wiped the food from his clothes. "I'm sorry you got messy—I'll get you a clean shirt too," she said, starting to stand up. Their eyes met—his dark brown eyes sparkled as they locked with hers, and she gasped. "It's okay," he said quietly. "Why are you being so kind to me?" "Ah—no reason. I just want to help. I've never really tried to help anyone before," she replied. "Don't feel bad or embarrassed—I'll feed you so you don't spill anything else. After you eat, you need to take your medicine," she said gently. "Hmm, thank you, Am," he said. Amore was shocked—someone had called her that before, but she was young then and could not remember who it was. "All right—I don't mind. I'm not the type to be stubborn about things like this," he added. Amore was surprised—this man who had been as fierce as a tiger was now gentle with her. She slowly fed him, and he drank the hot broth as well. He seemed to enjoy her cooking. "Thank you—the food is delicious," he said. Amore just smiled. "Here—take your medicine. It will help you get better faster so you can leave as soon as possible," she said, handing him a glass of water and the pills. "All right," he said simply, taking the medicine she offered. He was being kind to her now. "Very good, sir. You have to be obedient and not be rude to me—it irritates me. I might hit you even if you're not well," Amore joked. "My name is Liam, Miss Amore. I'm sorry for how I acted earlier—I was just surprised and didn't feel safe," he said. "Wow—nice name, Liam," she said. "Don't worry about it—it's okay. You should be able to leave in about a week." She then tidied up the tray of food. "All right—I'm leaving now. Call me if you need anything or want help. Don't try to stand up on your own—you'll just fall. You might not have died from the bullet, but you could get hurt from a fall. Sheesh," she joked again. When she left the room, she finally ate—she had been hungry earlier but had wanted Liam to eat first. After eating, she washed the dishes. In the days that followed, they got along well. Liam was kind, and the two quickly became friendly. FIVE days later, Liam had recovered well and was planning to leave. A call from Regor shattered Amore's peaceful morning. He had found out that Amore had seen and helped Liam, and he threatened that if she did not hand the man over, she would regret it for the rest of her life—he would kill them both. "Who are you talking to, Am? Why do you look so worried?" Liam asked anxiously. "Get ready and get out of here—Regor knows about you. They're coming right now to take you. I don't know how they found out—I didn't tell anyone. Leave now—there's a secret tunnel under the house you can use to escape. Come on, let's go," Amore said quickly, pointing to the tunnel entrance. "But what about you? Regor will kill you too. Come with me, Am—you won't be safe here. Let's go together." "Wait—take this. It's still loaded. You'll need it for protection," Amore said, handing Liam a gun. "I just need to grab some important things first." She quickly stuffed her important papers, guns, and money into a bag. "Let's go—they're here. I can hear their cars," she said, opening a small elevator. They stepped inside, and when the door closed, it took them to the back of the house. "Search the entire house and bring them to me—hurry up!" Regor ordered his men. They searched the house but found nothing, so they moved to the backyard. Amore and Liam were almost at the tunnel when two of Regor's men spotted them. Amore had no choice but to fight back—she fired at the men as they made their way into the tunnel. Once inside, they closed the entrance, and Regor's men could no longer see them. "Where are they? You idiots—how did they disappear?" Regor shouted angrily. "Boss, they got away. They fought back—two of our men are dead, and three are injured," one of his men reported. "You useless fools! Two people escaped from you? All right—take the wounded back. They can't have gone far—find them now!" he commanded. "Yes, sir!" the men replied. MEANWHILE, Amore and Liam followed the tunnel to get away from their pursuers. They had to stop halfway because Liam was feeling faint—his wounds had not fully healed and were still causing him pain. "Are you okay?" she asked worriedly. "Yeah—I just need to rest for a few minutes. I'm dizzy. Give me 15 minutes, and I'll be fine, Am," he said weakly. They stopped to rest. The tunnel was hard to find, so they were safe for now—but they could not stay there forever, as they would run out of food and eventually be found if the men discovered the tunnel. After resting, they continued walking. Amore supported Liam until they finally reached the end of the tunnel and emerged on the other side. This tunnel had helped her many times before—she had used it to escape or hide whenever she needed to. On the other side, she had an acquaintance who could help them escape. They would not be safe if they stayed in the area, so they had to keep moving to avoid Regor. Regor was a cunning and dangerous enemy—but how long would his reign last? No one knew. Evil will never prevail!