Althea Theodora Corazon-the living corpse bride. No one would believe it if a person says he saw the dead come back to life unless you are Israel Sibal, a ruthless mafiaso who no one should ever deny nor question.
One day, he came home with his ent...
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In a neighborhood were most houses were made of wood stood one mansion that towered everything with its lavishing and modernized style made of marble.
Inside the household was the loud sound of an opened television, reporting of a recent incident.
"Fifteen vehicles owned by different people have been found near the Highway Road of Trés Marias, where everyone was brutally murdered at the fire. The police have suspected that there was an exchange of blows in the scene of the crime before its victor fled the scene, leaving a horrendous gift to the public. It is backed up by the evidences of gun powder and weaponries found at the stash of the victims. However, the identities are yet to be determined."
"Because of the fire caused by the wrecked cars, the forest have caught fire resulting to a devastating state which tampers more of the evidences, leaving the police and investigators to suspect that a higher up is involved in the-"
Just as the news report was ending, the image of the channel faded and only the deafening sound of the static engulfed the four corners of the room.
The woman who was gently combing her hair in front of a mirror just blinked her eyes, staring straight into her orbs in the mirror.
She was listening to the news when the signal of the channel suddenly dispersed. She grabbed the remote control from above her desk and simply closed the television.
A woman with a long black wavy hair that bounces through her back, long eyelashes, small luscious lips and straight raised nose-Althea. That was the name her mother gave her.
An epitome of beauty, the sole woman who has the best features in their residence which men have been fawning over and women admiring and hating.
Just as she put down the remote control, her phone suddenly rang that made her shift her attention to its screen.
There, blinked a man's name calling on her device which made her roll her eyes before answering. Just looking at his name could already emit her disgust, erupting all of the past memories she had of him which were all nothing but horrible experiences--sickening.
"Hello sweetie, are you ready?" The first thing that greeted her from the other side of the line was a deep voice.
She frowned at the endearment the man called her yet, she managed to reply enthusiastically.
"Yes, I'm ready, honey," she replied. She has no choice but to act like a sweet, innocent woman who is excited to meet her lover just so she can continue with this stupid facade.
"That's great! I'll pick you up at the usual time, nine o'clock sharp," the man said. "I'll have my secretary deliver the dress I bought for you as well," he added which made her knit her forehead.
She already knows what the man wanted from her, picking a horrible dress that will probably as short as an underwear or maybe something that could easily be accessed. A chuckle escaped her lips. She tried to humor his demands. "I-Is that so? I can't wait to see it then!" she replied, lying under her nose.
