31 - Amara

I'll be gone for several weeks. I'll call you shortly.

Theon-handsome. ’

When did that pokpok start looking so good? she took out some juice and hid the sticky note. She was thirsty, and no one knew what to do with her on that particular day. Maybe she'll rest first and forget about everything.





RIGHT AFTER CLASS, she went straight to the mansion to see Celestine. It was still quiet and shy, as it had been before. She had no idea they were siblings, so why didn't she feel content with that? When they were alone on the lanai, she called her and talked to her.

"...Celestine..."

"How come, Ma'am Amara?"

She frowned at how it was referred to. It's far too formal. She then has difficulty speaking. She took a deep breath and paused for a few moments before speaking. "How would you react if you were in my situation and discovered you weren't a real child?"

It took her a long time to respond. She looked down at the rose she was holding before looking up and at her. "First and foremost, I will be angry and hurt, but I will also understand. Second, be grateful that I was born into a good family and was raised well. Third, I will do everything in my power to locate my biological parents and ask them why they abandoned me."

She was taken aback by her response. It was her first conversation with her, and her response was lengthy. Odd. She did, however, appreciate Celestine's response.

"Have you ever considered that you were adopted by the people who raised you?"

She looked down, sad, at the rose she was holding. "Often yes, sometimes no. But I rarely pay attention anymore. ”

"I have something to tell you, Celestine—"

"Where has Mom gone?"

She was taken aback by Azael's unexpected arrival. His entire expression was solemn, and she was perplexed. She nearly dropped her jaw at the sight. Is this her older sibling? She kept herself from admiring it in secret. Oh, please! He had only been gone for a week, so why did he return dressed as a Greek God who had recently abdicated the throne?

His long hair has been cut short. He shaved and still smells like her favorite aftershave. He's wearing a polo shirt and look like a teenager. Every time she saw or glanced at the man's face, she felt the familiar beating of her heart.

"Amara, you're drooling."

Shit! She quickly closed her mouth and exited the lanai. She quickly went to the kitchen and got some cold water. He's far too hot. Azael spoke up behind her, not even halfway through the drinking pitcher.

"Shit!" Spilled water on her clothes. Shit! What's the big deal? she was irritated that she had to face it. "What?! You see the person drinking and are startled."

"S-sorry," he said, averting her gaze.

She immediately looked at her wet clothes, her breast was scratched, and she was wearing a red bra. Shit! She blushed and quickly ran away to her room in that mansion, not caring if Azael's gaze followed her.

She stood up and faced the life-size mirror on the right side of the room, examining herself and gently slapping her cheek.

"Is that you, Amara?" She still thinks of Azael's face, and every time it touches her, her heart goes crazy.

They are siblings! she can't think and another, she is married and they are siblings. Yes, they are brothers. She breathed slowly and calmed herself before deciding to change clothes before she went down again.



A MONTH passed without her receiving a reasonable response from the investigator. All it says is that the person who stole Celestine is gone and she is long dead, but instead of being relieved, she became even more perplexed. her beauty was emphasized once more, and her mother still told her to stay beautiful.

Her cell phone unexpectedly rang in the middle of class, and she quickly apologized to answer the call of another Doctor who had secretly performed her DNA test.

"Mrs. Willoughby," the doctor said as she answered the phone.

She winced; it was too formal, and she was still getting used to her new surname.

"Please come to my office immediately," and it immediately disconnects the call.

She even went out if he could text her, but she still went straight to the hospital because she needs to know the result so she doesn't look like a fool anymore.

She went to the parking lot and left without saying goodbye, which kept her mind occupied. What's more, traffic irritated her yet again, as if it's fun to fight out of time.

"At long last, you've arrived!"

"Ah, Doc? Me?" As she entered its office, she asked confidently.

Its brows furrowed. "No, the one behind you."

"I don't have anyone with me," she was distracted.

"Oh, you are! You're a bad girl who stresses me out." he glared at her and waved his hand artistically.

Shook! Smiling, she approached and sat in the chair in front of the table, preparing herself for the possible outcome of her test, which she will accept whether it is good or bad.





SHE RETURNED to the things she had left in the classroom that day like a flying piece of paper. Even though it was late at night, she continued to use the elevator to reach the fourth floor.

When she noticed the bag was still in her chair, she approached it slowly and sat down. She was close to the window and could clearly see the bright moon in her habit through it. The weight of her heart will be lifted in a few moments. Until her eyes welled up with tears. She wiped it quickly, but it seemed to be dripping.

She wasn't sure whether she'd be relieved or disappointed if the outcome was negative. Too far out test. She even fought with the gay doctor, claiming that the test he performed was incorrect, but she only gave her five pesos and asked her to find someone to talk too.

She wasn't the Legrands' son for a long time. Celestine is the real child with Legrand ancestry. If that's the case, how did she end up in their hands? Did Celestine exchange them? Who exactly is she?

She cried. Amara believes the world is deceiving her and has no sympathy. How did she end up in Legrand's hands?

She has no intention of returning home. Theon had left, he was in another country, and she was alone in their home, so all she could do was search for answers. Azael, have you known this for a long time? She was filled with unforgivable rage at herself. She grabbed her things and dashed away without hesitation. She ended up in a well-known bar.

"Hard drinks. Now!"

When her mother's phone rang, she looked at it. She chose 'don't answer its call' instead of answering it. She just needed a moment to clear her mind.

She drank everything she was given in a hurry. She closes her eyes and almost faints from bitterness. Bullshit! Why are the drinks today so bitter?!

"One more!" she yells angrily.

She also added a few shots to the other one. She actually took the bottle from the bartender and knocked it over. She was still close to the chisel, but she was laughing this time. She's back; the last time she got drunk, there was a schism in her relationship with Azael as siblings, but she didn't care.

"Are you all right?" someone asked.

"Don't bother asking me, idiot. Get a grip! " she nearly stood up and nearly fell to the floor. She immediately shook the hand of the man who was holding her up so she wouldn't fall.

Her foot is firmly planted in the center of the dance floor, where someone is dancing. None of her own danced to the music's loud melody. Music by Alan Walker! This is what she desires. She danced as her body desired, and she didn't care where it took her next.

"Amara!"

Someone grabbed her arm and pinched her. The surroundings are extremely loud and dark. She couldn't tell who had dragged her. She even rolled her eyes, and when the bright lights caught their attention, she laughed foolishly.

Oh hi! Azael Aadi Legrand was standing right in front of her. What the hell is it doing, and it's right in front of her, looking enraged. Wait, let's talk about anger. Why is it so enraged? Did she do anything wrong? Nope. So, why are he upset?

"What brings you here?"

“Fuck! You're inebriated. I'll take you home. ”

She quickly declined. Why is she returning home? she was just getting started, and it was so impolite to the wine that she would leave it unfinished. She knocked over the bottle, but she quickly picked it up, knocked it over again, and consumed it.

"What? That's mine, eh?" she yelled angrily, about to leave it to return to the counter when one hand stopped her.

"Stop it, brat; you need to come home with me now!"

He slapped hard because she was annoyed at having to face it "I do not desire! I DO NOT WISH! I really don't want to— Oh! " She moaned as he kissed her on the lips.

Oh, how she missed his kisses... Wait, what? she pushed it and slapped it again, but this time it didn't touch its cheek because Azael quickly pulled her back and leaned her against the wall. He gave her a passionate kiss.

She grumbled at what it did. Her hand twitched and she felt her chest down to her abdomen. Her entire being began to heat up, particularly in the area of her femininity. She was very close to the man's neck and continued to kiss her.

"You're mine, Amara... Write those words down."

She just moaned and bit her lip as the body pressed against hers. Shit! His pet is irritated, and she realizes she is no longer having wet dreams. She knew Azael was her kiss at the time, but why didn't she have the courage to put a stop to the fire that had begun to burn between them? She tried to think clearly, but she lost her mind when his hand got inside her blouse and began to squirm and feel.

"Azael..." she began.

"Yes?" It licked her neck after gently biting it.

She smiles and closes her eyes. She's inebriated. It was drunk on its kiss. "Azael, please!" she exclaimed emphatically.

They were inside the man's car the next thing she felt and remembered. She removed her blouse and skirt carelessly. It directly worshiped her two healthy breasts, she moaned. Shit! When she reclined the chair, she was very close to her head. They were in the back, and because they were both naked, the car was well tinted.

"Azael ..."

"Are you sure, princess?"

She did not respond. When her lip slid into her belly and squeezed her thigh, she just bit her lip. She grumbled at what it did. She can't take it any longer! she wanted to get rid of whatever was inside her, so Azael was taken aback when she suddenly pushed his chest and rode in front of it. That's all. This is exactly what she desires.

She grinned and kissed it right away. Immediately, her hand reached down and touched its growing manhood. It moaned and clung to her hip at what she had done.

“Fuck! Ahh! ”

"Hmm ...?"

"Amara ..."