Karla Yina fought hard to save her dying mother. Caught up by poverty, she marries a billionaire Anderson Stone, who promises to change her life for good and save her mother. Though the marriage was supposed to bring her peace, she never got peace...
In the dusty old drawer were notes. Notes that held deep secrets. Curious eyes wandered at them, as a detective flashed his torch at them. It was 9 pm in the night, but the search was nonstop. This case was one they couldn't understand. It was one they found unusual and weird. With rubbery gloves, the notes were pulled out of the drawer.
"It's from a journal," his companion said. The others agreed, and the detective released air from his clenched lips. He read the first note and a sudden calmness overwhelmed him. He could barely put the note down.
"What?" His colleague noticed his distress.
"She wrote it," said the detective.
The others checked out the note and widened their eyes in shock.
He was right! She did write it.
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First Journal - Karla Yina, 2022
"Isn't it funny how life works? One moment, you have nothing and the whole world is against you. The next moment you have everything, and you feel on top of the world. You're happy and fulfilled...until another moment, when you are all alone and confused. You are clueless of what to do next, and where you are headed. Everything is jumbled up in your head, until you realize who the fool is. I sit down here on my expensive seater, sipping coffee as usual. But tears fill my eyes because I know it's towards the end. It's towards my end. I remember those times I enjoyed the salon and didn't ask for anything more. I wish I could go back to that time. I do not know how much time I have left. So well...so be it."
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There was silence. The detective sunk into the dirty seat as he grabbed hold of the second note. He couldn't believe Karla literally sat on the same seat he sat. The next note wasn't much.
"I am a beast! I do not think twice before devouring my enemies. I know what I want, and get it in whatever possible way I can!"
The note was aggressive!
The detective placed the note back on the table, and his colleagues nodded to themselves.
"It's Anderson Stone," one said. In as much as the detective wanted to deny, he knew Anderson's writing when he saw it. He had freaking worked with that guy for years. That case was the most difficult he had ever solved, and the more he thought of it, the more his eyes got teary.
"But they loved each other, right?! Why did this happen?" One of his colleagues questioned.
The detective massaged his beard with a helpless look and turned to his men.
"I know how this story ended," he admitted to them. "I know what Anderson Stone did to her that night."
His detective friends gazed at each other in confusion wondering what he was talking about. If he wasn't there, how the hell would he know? Was he delulu or something?
"There is no way you know what happened that night," one of them said with a look of disbelief.
"I do," Sean turned back to them. "Sadly, I do."
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