❤FOUR❤ ♛ Trapped ♛
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❤FOUR❤ ♛ Trapped ♛
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I tossed a sigh when finally my 3-month old Eurocopter Mercedes-Benz EC 145 baby landed on my helipad. If you were inside my house, you’d unbelievably and hardly hear the stinging noise for I had fully designed sound proof walls.
“For how long will you gonna stay here, sir?” Cpt. Sanchez roared as he now stops the engine. I jumped in and sneered at him and bet he already knew what I wanted to imply—he’d been my pilot for how many years now? Honestly, I lost a count! The day I left this miserable place was the day I met Cpt. Sanchez—as he was deliberately sent by tito Oliver and hoarded me from my depressed state. Me. That heavy feeling that commemorates in every corner of my being, gradually sting again. The day I was being rescued was the day my mother..died.
“Sir?” Napatikhim ako. I lost myself suddenly—damn it. But hell no, that was so long gone—everytime I look back, yes I can’t help but breakdown. I should remain reserved this time. I’ll take this step by step—a revenge with patience..
“Until they’ll beg on there knees, Cpt. Sanchez.” I responded with a heavy tone. I’ll leave everything steadily –no rush move. For my family! For the peace they haven’t had after long years of being prejudicially buried. I worked my a** hard for my entire life just to wait for this moment! I must take it easy, slow, and precise! For now, I f******* need rest! My phone suddenly rang. Tamara Chong. Damn it, I cursed. I slided my phone’s screen to end the call. She’s a pain in my a** yet I f******* have no option but to negotiate with tito Oliver and his friend—to f****** marry her! Next damn week to be exact.. Well, in my world—everything’s a bloody business. Bloody in literal. No feelings attatched that only cruel people can stand! But how the hell did Tamara got my personal number? I’m gonna fire someone if I found it out. Yeah, we might have s**, negotiate business, and get married-for-business—but nothing sh***y beyond that.
“S-Sir? Naku! Nakarating na po pala kayo!” That was Lucas, the caretaker of my house in Pah. I bought these hectares of land in Mt. Tahor—away from the town and had built an extravagant house. Well, I had to forge my identity in buying this lot. I had to! Alam kong maraming Apyaw sa Mt. Tahor at kahit medyo malayo pa ito sa lupa ko ay malapit ang loob ng mga ito sa mga Ademar at maraming tao ang pilit na mag-uusisa. Well, a one-bloody-blackmail is enough for the present Mayor of Pah, hmm? Mayor Enriquez Abuelo was one of my family’s closest friends pero isa rin sila sa mga tumalikod sa pamilya ko nang mawala sa’min ang lahat. Years ago, I digged everything about the present Mayor of Pah—damn that old grimy bastard, he got millions of debt from my parents! I was too young, my mother’s sick, my father and grandfather unjustly killed in the prison—who would have known? After my private investigator handed those documents from Abuelo—I wanted to put a gun on his f****** head right there and then! Hindi man lang talaga sila nagbigay ng kunting halaga para sa pagpagamot ni mama Adele o sa pag-usad ng kaso ng papa at lolo ko—they had done nothing but dispassionately beheld at us downwards! F***** laughed at us on how we stumbled on the ground with no one to clinged to—that bastard f****** dared. When they ought to help us! F*** them! Kahit gusto ko na siyang patayin—no, I should hold my temper a little longer for that f******* bastard! I need him to conceal my identity and he already knew the consequences if he might squawk. He’d f**** everything up, not just him but his entire clan! I just nodded my head to give my response to Lucas. Heading to reach my room’s door, I held my foot for stepping onwards as I heard a soft voice coming from the next room. Do we have visitor? Sa pagkakaalam ko ay walang anak sina Belen at Lucas. And I hate uninvited guest here—I am quiet stern and undoubtly firm about my privacy here. Humakbang ako patungo sa guest room. There I saw Belen standing and immediately set her foot outside the room as I entered heavily. Damn it, who is she? May isang babaeng maraming sugat sa katawan at mukha ang naka-upo sa paanan ng kama. Matalim kong pabalik na tiningnan ang mag-asawang hindi mapakali sa kinatatayuan nila—why the hell she was wearing my clothes!? “WHO is she?” Matalim kong tanong na nakatingin sa mga mata ng babae. She even exposed her damn long-legged legs coz she was just wearing a t-shirt, my t-shirt!
“I-I’m sorry to brag in.. A-Ako nga pala si—“ She started to blurt out in her most shaky voice yet she tried to composed herself. She got bruises and serious wounds on her arm—does she need a f****** doctor? Her whole being spoke pain and all!
“Nahulog po siya b-bangin kaya tinulongan namin siya, Seniorito. K-Kailangan rin niya ng doctor..” Belen intercepted. Seemed she didn’t want the girl speak for herself. The hell why!? May itinatago ba ang mag-asawa sa’kin!? Damn, bet they wouldn’t do such thing. They f***** knew my worst image!
“I wasn’t asking what had happened to her—I was asking who was she!?” I yelled with much thunderous tone—a warning to this couple who definitely defied my rule not to accept strangers without my f****** permission!
Then, the injured woman opened her pale lips and answered. “I’m Ynia Ademar. Thanks to the both of them—I’m still alive so please, don’t get mad at them.” Damn, what? Hah! There’s no way that the fate’s pulling my f****** leg! I need to sinked it all again—every word she said unto my f******* stunned face.
“What’s your f******* name again?” I wanna be sure—this fate is just once in a lifetime. I know this only happens once—pure coincidence or just pure luck?
“Mind your mouth, Mr—“ I saw how she turned into her little tigress aura after that blurted curse but I instantly cut her off right there. There’s no way that an Ademar blood command me this time—there’s no f******* way!
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