Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mysterious Obsession: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

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His P.O.V. I was playing at the back part of the ship that we were cruising on for our short trip to El Nido, Palawan when all of a sudden… “Mom, Dad… help!” I cried when I fell from where I was. It would

Aris Sandoval’s P.O.V. I sprang from my seat when that dream came to visit me again. Well, that dream happened in reality when I was only fourteen years old and that was almost twelve years ago. I brought out my hanky from my black suit inner pocket, wiped some beads of sweat in my forehead, and maximize the air conditioner above my head. Now, I couldn’t help myself to chuckle when I remembered everything that happened. Tsk! I guessed I looked like a crazy guy now. I remembered the time when I nearly died and yet, I was still smiling at all? Stupid weirdo! I fixed my tie which seemed to be choking me. I hand-combed my unruly hair then secured the loose sleeve buttons on my wrists. I checked the time and it was already forty-five minutes passed eleven in the morning.  So every year after

Aris Sandoval’s P.O.V. This woman in front of me just carelessly slapped my handsome face! What the? I didn’t see that coming! “Pervert!” she said fretfully as other passengers had witnessed what she did to me. Some don’t care at all but some were already murmuring on their seats… and this woman just placed back her headset to cover her ears like nothing had ever happened? I must admit, I was really ashamed. I was wide-eyed for a few seconds. What she did left me shocked to the point that I got utterly speechless while holding my left jaw. This was the very first time I got lost for words. True enough, her slap wasn’t that strong, it doesn’t even move me from my seat. Nevertheless, it would never change the fact that she had the urge to slap my strikingly handsome face. In fact, she already did. I bitt

Aris Sandoval’s P.O.V. It was her! That ferocious woman who slapped me earlier in the plane—was the same woman who was again throwing me some deadly stares. I guessed, she wasn’t yet able to move on from what happened. But wait… if she is the sister of this kid, meaning to say, she was also the one who created this painting? So, she is definitely none other than Drey Laxamana? The artist? I gulped hard and my jaw literally dropped when I realized it. I was tongue-tied all of a sudden. I opened my mouth but I wasn’t able to say anything and this would be the very first time it ever happened to me. That explained why they were so look alike, most especially with their long eyelashes and pointed nose. I even thought a while ago that the kid’s eyes represented someone very familiar to me, little did I know that i

Aris Sandoval’s P.O.V. “You’re impossible! If that’s what you want, we don’t have anything to talk about here then. For your information, I don’t sell any of my paintings and most especially, I don’t need your fucking money, sports car, yacht, or condo! You can have them all by yourself including your damn massive ego! Excuse us. Nickos, let’s go… and please, don’t you ever try to follow us again, mister!” She sneered. She even pointed her finger right in front of my face. She had these long and beautiful nails painted with a crack-styled cuticle that could scratch me anytime. “If you were used to getting things that you want, well this time, it won’t just work out.” She continued as if she had read what my mind was saying before she held her brother’s wrist again and started to walk away from me. I used to reject

Aris Sandoval’s P.O.V. “Aris, help me!” I heard how Juno cried out loud. She was not opening her mouth underwater, but I was one hundred percent sure that she was urgently asking for my help based on the tone of her voice screaming for my name. 

Aris Sandoval’s P.O.V. “Why did you do that?” Ondrea asked me as soon as we were already inside my car. Those paparazzi didn’t ask further questions after hearing what they wanted to hear from us. “What?” I ‘innocently’ asked, though I already knew what she was talking about. 

Drey Laxamana’s P.O.V. Despite my beautiful face, it was quite ironic to say that my whole life was just a mess. A complete-package mess! When I was a kid, I used to believe in fairy tales. I used to believe that ‘happily ever after’ endings do really exist. I wanted to get tangled with that kind of eccentric destiny with my one and only prince charming. I believed in magical spells, fantasies, and worst, I believed in mermaids.

Aris Sandoval’s P.O.V. “Breakfast in bed!” Drey’s energetic voice suddenly woke me up as if I had only been asleep for an hour. She placed the food tray on her bed, and I knew that she already took her bath although she was still wearing her yesterday’s blouse and pants.