Mikha Pov.
I'm here at my penthouse, iniisip ko lang yung mga nangyari nung nakaraang taon. Bullshit I'm so smart, nagpapasalamat nalang ako kay dad dahil sa kanya ako nagmana, dahil dugo nya ang nananalaytay sakin.
I sip my wine.
-Flashbacks-
- Third person -
Mikha's laughter echoed through the dark room as Jass's lifeless body slumped onto the cold floor. Blood pooled around her, and the once lively eyes were now empty, reflecting the ceiling above. Mikha wiped her hands nonchalantly, her face devoid of any remorse.
"Tanga" she muttered under her breath, glancing one last time at Jass. She had served her purpose, but attachments like hers were dangerous. In Mikha's world, there was no room for weakness, no room for messy emotions.
Turning on her heel, Mikha moved toward the door, her phone already in her hand. She dialed a number and placed the phone to her ear as she walked out of the room, the sound of her heels clicking against the floor the only noise filling the air.
"Clean it up," she ordered as soon as the line connected. "Same place as last time."
The person on the other end didn't say a word before the line went dead. Mikha knew they would handle it. She always had people in place to do the dirty work when needed. She made sure there was no trail leading back to her.
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Earlier that Day - Flashback
Mikha sat at the top of the bleachers, her eyes glued to the volleyball court below. Jass had been acting strange, more desperate, more clingy. Mikha didn't like that. It was a distraction, and distractions were dangerous in her line of work.
Clarah and Anastasia were laughing on the court, their camaraderie evident. The scene should have been light, easy. But to Mikha, it was nothing more than an irritant. She noticed Jass sitting in the crowd, her gaze burning into Clarah and Mikha.
Sigh.
Mikha felt it coming the inevitable spiral. Jass was becoming increasingly volatile, her jealousy uncontrollable. For weeks, Jass had been following Mikha, trying to see who she was with, what she was doing. Mikha had allowed it for a while, knowing that Jass's passion could be useful. But that usefulness was coming to an end.
Si jass ang pumatay kay Anastasia and Clarah, yes. Pero ngayon, she had crossed a line. She had become too obsessed, too reckless. Jass thought she could win Mikha's heart with violence, with bloodshed. What she didn't realize was that Mikha had never loved her at all.
Jass was just another pawn in a much bigger game.
Mikha leaned back, watching as the game continued. The crowd roared when Clarah scored the winning point. Jass, however, had a different reaction her hands clenched into fists, her face twisted in anger as she glared at Clarah.
Mikha had seen enough.
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Present - Mikha's penthouse
Mikha stepped into her penthouse apartment, the city lights twinkling outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. She walked past the elegant living room and into her study, where a large board was pinned with photos, documents, and names connected by red string.
Clarah, Anastasia, Jass-they were all there. Crossed out with thick red markers.
Mikha studied the board for a moment, her fingers tracing the remaining names. She had orchestrated every crime so perfectly, every murder so intricately designed, that not a single suspicion had fallen on her. Everyone thought they were random, isolated incidents. Walang sinong nakakaalam na sya ang may plano lahat ng mga patayan na nangyayari.
