Prologue

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Blood Ties
" Bound by blood‚ tied by fate "

I was just walking peacefully in the hallway of our Mànsion De Gutierrez‚ suddenly‚ our maid approached me.

"Madamèyour father is calling you‚ he's in the kitchen." saad nya sabay tungo.

Dumeretso ako sa kusina at andaming mga putaheng nakapatong sa long-white table namin. There's a lot of red rose petals around the place then a pretty rose caught my attention‚ the rose was placing in the middle of the table with its pretty golden vase‚ parang ako lang 'to.

I'm wearing wine red bodycon dress with a halter and big hole in the back. Kita ang hubog ng katawan ko‚ ang balakang‚ ang dibdib at ang maliit kong baywang. I'm wearing a full-faced makeup with red glossy lipstick on my fabulous lips.

Pagkadating ko palang sa kusina ay may Isang matangkad na lalaki ang hindi matangggal ang titig saakin‚ matangkad‚ maskulado ang katawan‚ and the best part! His veiny big hands with his Adams Apple in his neck. He has thick eyebrows‚ pouty lips and a blue-green eyes. May napansin lang ako‚ ang putla-putla nya pero nagbabadya ang mapupula nyang labi.

"Hello‚ dad‚ what's wrong? By the way." I said "Me and Mr. Ross Ferrari‚ Marceau's father decided to arrange you two in a marriage‚ nalaki na ang utang natin sakanila‚ anak." he said "What! Bakit? Basta-basta nyo nalang akong ipapakasal sa lalaking hindi ko naman kilala at mas lalong hindi ko naman mahal? Ano ba yan! Sasakyan ba yan‚ Marceau Ferrari? What the fuck!" I said "I can be a car instead‚ pwede mo sakyan‚ libre lang." Marceau said "Just fucking no‚ you bastard! I don't know you and I don't even love you‚ so bakit ako papayag magpakasal sa isang tulad mo? And you‚ dad! Ever since I was born in this world‚ you just keep controlling me! Even I'm struggling with this fucking life‚ even my feelings was shattering‚ sarili mo lang iniisip mo. You're selfish‚ dad! I regret that you are my freaking father!" I said "Shut up! This conversation is enough!" Marceau shouted.

Dahan-dahan syang pumunta sakin pero anlalaki ng mga hakbang nya‚ he carry me with a bridal-style. Dinala nya ako sa lobby ng mansyon‚ anong gagawin namin dito?

"Stop‚ you bastard!" I shouted‚ he corner me then he placed his pouty red lips in my ear. "Be careful with your words‚ darling." he said "Anong akala mo? Matatakot ako sayo? No! I'm the princess here‚ I'm the daughter of Zeriana Gutierrez!" I shouted "But she's already dead." saad nya at parang inaasar-asar pako. "Yes‚ she is! But I know that she's here‚ she... she's beside me!" nauutal kong sagot at medyo nasaktan ako sa sinabi nya. "Don't just say that she's freaking dead! She's my queen‚ I'm her princess‚ my mommy!" I defended while my tears came outside from my light-brown eyes. Binalewala nalang nya ako at kinuha ang mamahaling phone "Cezilion‚ Préparez la voiture!" he said "Je te déteste!/I hate you!" I shouted‚ he just ignore me.

May dumating na isang Ferrari‚ sumakay kami ni Marceau sa may likod. Ferrari na nga ang surname‚ Ferrari pa yung sasakyan.

"Ganyan ba talaga yung mapapangasawa ko? Ha? You're so disrespectful! You just hurt my feelings then you'll just ignore me? How disrespectful you are!" I shouted "Fermez-la!" he shouted "Stop speaking french‚ hindi ako sanay! Just speak English instead‚ so I'll understand easily‚ I'm Filipino-Chinese with a little bit of American‚ bastard!" I shouted "I said quiet!" sigaw nya sakin‚ kaya tumahimik nalang ako at hindi na sya pinansin‚ hindi ko napansin na nakatulog na ako at nakasandal sa may bintana ng sasakyan.

"Cezilion‚ dalhin mo sya sa kwarto namin." he said. Dinala naman ako ng Cezilion sa sinasabing kwarto namin ng bastardo. "I'm Cezilion Heiz‚ Boss Marceau's main assistant. Ganyan talaga yan‚ laging mainit ang ulo. Kung sino-sino ang pinapatulan‚ kunting sagutan hindi pinapalagpas‚ may ex kasi yan dati. Ginamit lang si Boss Marceau para sa kasikatan at kayamanan‚ yuon‚ naging ganun na si Boss Marceau. Pero dati? Isa sya sa pinaka-mabait na taong kilala ko." saad ni Cezilion "I'm Zerafina Gutierrez." malamig kong saad.

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