30 - Wifey

"One million. One million dollars equals the information I seek. You can either miss the million or kill me now. When you murdered me, our conversation was recorded on my cellphone and was directly linked to my private investigator." But that is not the case. She's just bluffing. "Now, sit down and have a proper conversation with me before I change my mind!" her brow furrowed.

They sat down on the front sofa like a cowardly dog. She wasn't sure whether they're scared because she claimed to have recorded all of their conversations or because of the money. Obviously, with the money.

"Who will address you two first?" Her tone was harsh, but she was nervous. The man only had to touch his gun to know she was going to the cemetery.

It wasn't her intention on that particular day, but she was triggered, and everything changed. All she could have done was observe and gather some information first, but she was already here and had to stand up for everything. It will also be beneficial for her to return to Manila.

Amara felt her entire body weaken when she heard the story of how and why Celestine became trapped in it. The story is perplexing, but she is certain of one thing: they are hiding something and refuse to tell her what it is.

She stood up and went to the door without saying anything. She is not a fool to give them the amount she has stated. However, she pretended to sign a million-dollar check and used the incorrect signature. She left as if nothing had happened, as if they had won the lottery. Amara considered imprisoning the couple who mistreated Celestine for several months or years to teach them a lesson.

SHE was exhausted as she returned to the hotel where she had checked in. She sat down on the soft bed and tried to process what had happened throughout the day. She needed to find someone else, but before she could do so, she needed to eat and rest. She felt as if all of her strength had been depleted by the events.

Celestine arrived with them as a baby while they were still living in Manila. They claimed that a woman on the run reached for it and left a letter promising to return the baby, but it was never returned.

They intended to sell the baby, but Celestine was a very beautiful child. As they had no daughter, the family decided to bring the baby to Mindanao.

What's going through her mind right now is how Celestine ended up with the alleged woman. This is where she becomes perplexed. Why doesn't Mommy recognize her? That thing is even hazier. Is she a true Legrand? Shit! she arose from her bed and went for a walk.

First, Celestine's mother was unaware of her existence. Second, why was the test result positive if they had been replaced by the baby? Third, who was the woman who kidnapped her sister, and what was her motivation? Fourth, what will happen to her if she discovers she is not a real child? Where will she be taken? Just in case, who are her parents?

Only one person can truly answer this; she must speak with her mother and ask her directly. Of course, she will not reveal what she knows here. She will remain silent until she has said everything that needs to be said and everything is clear.

When Berkham knocked, she opened the door immediately. When she saw the young man's beautiful smile, she relaxed and smiled back. She's also quite attractive. It forced them to eat, and she quickly accommodated them. The difficulty of her decline was really just food. She paused her chewing for a moment to look at the man sitting in the distance. It's a side view with sunglasses.

"Azael?"

“Hey? Are you on board with me? You're perplexed once more." Berkham patted her brow so she could see it.

"Can you repeat what you said?" she asked like a broken record and returned her gaze to the man who had piqued her interest, but he was no longer there. Perhaps she's just imitating. That's correct. The man cannot possibly be present.

"I told your deaf friend that I already know where to find my sister. I think I got some leads, but I'm not sure. But there's no harm in giving it a shot... Or maybe there is. But who cares, progress is progress. It's as if I'm looking for a needle in a haystack.

She smiled, reached for his hair, and messed it up. "You'll find her soon. Just believe me, okay? Fight. We're too lovely and handsome to give up! It's just a fight."

"Crazy." It simply laughed at her and went on eating.

Her brain travels again as she travels, thinking about what she has just seen. Is that, Azael?







SHE HAD JUST FINISHED her tea that night. She yawned several times. She was exhausted and needed to sleep. She hadn't completely closed her eyes when she felt the bed next to her sink. She wanted to see who it was, but all she felt was a hand on her cheek. Shit, she's back in these wet dreams. Wet fantasies?

When she felt the warm palm on her chest, she shuddered. She was only wearing a thin nightgown and no bra on the inside. She moaned. She wanted to open her eyes, but her spirit appeared to be swaying. Is she back on drugs?

But who is going to do it? While she was by herself in that hotel. Maybe it's another wet dream, and it's just as bad because her brother Azael is always in her dreams, claiming her over and over.

A warm kiss greeted her lips, and she didn't act any longer; she responded to that kiss right away. It felt like her first kiss, and who was the first to kiss her?

She wanted to open her eyes, but the weight of her eyelid prevented her from doing so. She simply closed her eyes and found it difficult to open them. She felt it, rocking her with kisses. She almost didn't want to break the kiss, so when it moved away from her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and continued the kiss she didn't want to end.

She moaned as his lips brushed against her neck. Shit! She wanted to scream at the tickling kiss. On her body, his hands felt, squeezed, and seemed eager. She tried to open her eyes again, but it was difficult for her to do so. She appeared to be hypnotized.

His mouth went to her proud breast after he bit her neck. She also had the impression that she was naked. She wanted to push the man, but her hands were powerless. Confirmed. She was dreaming again, and she knew she couldn't wake up to this fantasy.

Slowly, his lips slid down her belly, up to her navel, and kissed her there. She chuckled and sighed. She was tickled and wanted to stop it, but her lips were silent. She closed her eyes tightly as his lips dropped over her femininity and only a growl came out.

She wanted to get lost when he kissed and caressed her thigh, causing it to open spontaneously. What effect does it have on her? She's going insane. Amara moaned as he licked her jewel and sucked her clitoris gently. She tried to flee, but she was holding her tightly on both thighs.

"Ahhhh!" she didn't know where to look because she was so taken with the sensation.

"Please, P..." she didn't know what she was asking for because all she knew at the time was that her body was looking for something.

As it inserted its finger into her, she bit her lip. When his tongue and finger came together, she could hardly breathe. Shit! Someone please save her from drowning. She's going out with a bang!

"A-Azael..." she said, seemingly out of nowhere.

For a brief moment, the man was stunned, but she heard what it said. "Hmm, princess..."

And what happened next caused her to lose her mind. Her moaning was all that could be heard in that room…





She doesn't know where to begin again after learning the truth about Celestine. Because her private investigator had gone abroad, she decided to hire another.

First, she will inform her of who stole from the girl and why she did so. This is the first thing she will do. It was the sixth day of her stay in Zamboanga. Berkham suggested PI for her, and because they were both in the same situation, they decided to collaborate. After all, Berkham is a good person who can be trusted with secrets. They each decide how to respond to the questions that they are both looking for.

"Do you think my sister is still alive?" Berkham asked.

He tapped her on the shoulder. “Of course! You will see her at the appropriate time. Don't be a drama queen! " He then sipped his iced tea, but her mind was racing.

Berkham's loud cellphone ringtone later startled her. Someone has called him. The young man frowned and smhesitated to answer the call, but she glared at her, so he did.

"Are you sure, Penelope?"

When she heard that flawed name, her face turned sour.

"Hey... hey, relax... tell me what happened?"

Even though she couldn't hear the person on the other end of the line, she rolled her eyes. She's just an annoyance.

“Fuck! You've got to be kidding, right? " It stood up, a worried expression on its face.

He put down his iced tea and looked at it. Berkham's reaction suggests that something bad has occurred.

“Shit! Okay, fine. I'm leaving right now." He immediately disconnected the phone call and confronted her, saying, "Amara, I have to return to my country. My mother was taken to the hospital. Sorry for the inconvenience, but I'll see you again soon. Amara, I'll see you later! " He kissed her on the cheek and hugged her tightly before leaving her alone in the chair.

She didn't realize what had happened for a few seconds. She simply nodded and replied cautiously, but the young man had already moved away and was in a hurry. If anything, she was the sole opponent. She is capable.

But she spent the entire week there without receiving adequate answers from her investigator. She asked for a month, so she had no choice but to agree because she knew what she was asked to do was extremely difficult.

As if nothing had happened, she returned to Manila. It was only annoying because she could see the face of their neighbor's turtle face She was carrying a large piece of luggage out of the airport. Is it going to flee? Unfortunately, no one will come through.

She sneered as she lowered the glass window of her taxi. "Are you going to flee? Wait a minute, ah? If at all possible, do not return. " she waved at it before shutting down her car window. She could hear the woman yelling angrily. "Don't ride that, Manong, ah? She is a witch race," she said to the driver.

Because Theon was out of town, a quiet house became available for her. She laughed as she read the sticky note that had been affixed to the kitchen refrigerator.

‘Wifey,