The Lawyer's Dangerous Lover (Ongoing)

4th

After the last mission, Meast hadn't sent me any updates. He wanted me to focus on our primary goal. . . finding out where my ex-husband was hiding through Jade and getting revenge for my 'dead self.' It was Friday, and I was in the middle of getting ready. I had just finished showering and getting dressed.

I slipped into a fitted beige top that complemented my corporate coat, paired it with beige trousers, and finished the look with sleek black three-inch heels. I glanced at my reflection, feeling a mix of empowerment and resolve. This wasn't just about looking sharp; it was about preparing to confront my past.

I moved over to my bag, making sure I had everything I needed for my visit to Jade's house, which was currently undergoing renovations. I rummaged through the contents, checking off items mentally: my laptop for gathering intel, a notebook for jotting down thoughts and plans, and a few discreet weapons for any potential complications.

Satisfied that I had everything, I took a moment to breathe deeply and center myself. Today was crucial, and I needed to keep my focus sharp. As I grabbed my bag and keys, a rush of adrenaline coursed through me, fueled by the knowledge that I was stepping back into a world filled with danger and uncertainty.

Hindi pa rin nawawala sa isip ko ang dahilan kung bakit niya iyon piniling ayusin, where in fact he knows it was his brother's former house. What is his motive? His reason? I wanted to know. Hindi mawala sa loob ko ang kagustuhan na alamin, ngunit alam ko na hindi ko iyon dapat bigyan ng pansin lalo pa't ang pakay ko ay makakuha ng lead. I checked my phone to see if he replied to my message pero wala akong na-receive kaya inisip ko na busy siya. Ipinaalam ko lang naman na tuloy ang pagbalik ko sa bahay niya para magsukat at kung kaya ng oras ay gagawa na rin ako ng draft.

I kept my phone and walked out of my room. I brought my white SUV with me, isinuot ko lang ang sunglasses ko bago pumasok sa driver's seat saka nagmadaling umalis. It took me more than thirty minutes to get there, at nang makarating ay kaagad ko itinabi ang kotse. I took my bag and stepped out of my car without removing my sunglasses. Matunog akong naglakad papasok sa loob ng bahay at bago pa man ako makapasok ay napahinto ako. I intently stared at the house as my brows furrowed slowly, hindi ko maiwasang hindi maalala ang masalimuot kong nakaraan at ang malaimpyernong pangyayari na naranasan ko sa mismong bahay na ito. With the memories flashing in my mind, my body shuddered as tears started to form in my eyes. This place is my hell. Coming back here is just another way of drowning myself in burning flames.

"Architect Vergara," Without even realizing it, my eyes drifted toward the man standing just a few feet away. He was dressed in a crisp, plain button-down shirt, its sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms, tucked neatly into tailored black pants that hinted at a confident, understated style. The fabric of his shirt looked soft but structured, giving him an air of sophistication without trying too hard.

But what really caught my attention was the way his glasses framed his face, enhancing his sharp features and casting a slight shadow across his strong jawline. The lenses gleamed under the soft light, making his intense gaze seem even more piercing and mature. There was a depth in his eyes that hinted at untold stories, and the way he held himself—straight-backed and unyielding—added to his intimidating presence.

It was like he radiated an aura of authority, making it hard to look away. I could feel a mixture of curiosity and apprehension stirring within me as I took in every detail, from the subtle crease in his brow to the confident set of his lips. He exuded a silent power that both fascinated and unnerved me, leaving me wondering what lay beneath that composed exterior.

Pasimpleng itinatago ang panginginig ng mga kamay ko. The tears that started to well up in my eyes didn't fall on my cheek because I tried hard to hold them back. Gusto ko nang sabunutan ang sarili ko dahil muli nanamang pumasok lahat ng imahe ng masasakit at masasamang pangyayari na naranasan ko pero hindi ko magawa dahil andyan si Jade. I bit my lip until I tasted my blood on it, but I don't care. Doon ko ibuhos ang frustrations ko. Doon ko dinaan ang kagustuhan kong saktan ang sarili dahil sa masasakit na alaalang pumupuno sa isip ko sa mga oras na ito.