BINI IMAGINES (Ot8 x Female reader)
Female Reader ONLY
❗️Men DNI🚫 ❗️
𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗿
This is book is pure fictional and it's only entrainment, please separate fiction from reality.
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Third Person POV
The late afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the streets of Greenbelt. People were busy shopping, laughing, taking pictures — unaware that danger lurked just above their heads.
Inside one of the boutique stores, Kyla Lianna Fernandez flipped through a rack of designer dresses. Dressed in a simple but elegant white blouse and high-waisted trousers, she looked nothing like a girl with a bounty on her head.
Outside, her bodyguards stood in position — sunglasses on, earpieces in. Everything seemed normal. Calm. Until—
BANG!
A single shot rang out. Sharp. Echoing. Panic exploded through the street.
"AHH!" Kyla gasped, dropping the paper bag she was holding. Her heart raced. She didn't even see the bullet — only felt the wave of terror it sent through the air.
"Sino yun?!" one of the bodyguards shouted, drawing his firearm, his eyes scanning the rooftops.
"Sir! Nasa rooftop yung sniper!" another barked back, pointing at a nearby building.
"Find them!" the leader snapped. Without another word, he shoved Kyla into the car and slammed the door shut.
"Copy that!" The rest of the guards scattered, weapons raised.
—
On the rooftop, Colet let out a harsh breath, her brows furrowed under the dark hoodie that masked her identity.
"Fuck..." she muttered, pulling back from the sniper scope.
She reached up and tapped her hidden earpiece.
"I missed it."
Jhoanna's voice crackled through. "Ano?! Seryoso ka ba, Colet?"
"Oo, her bodyguards. Nakita nila ako." Colet's voice was tight with irritation as she began quickly disassembling the rifle, her fingers moving fast but precise. "I have to go na. Aiah, get your car ready."
"Copy. Naka-park ako sa kabilang street. I'll swing around." Aiah's voice was calm, composed. Always.
"Hurry. This is bad."
Within seconds, Colet had packed the rifle into a slim black case. She pulled the hood over her head again, slipping into the stairwell just as she heard the pounding boots of security agents closing in.
One heartbeat too slow, and she'd be dead.
—
Meanwhile, inside the tinted vehicle, Kyla sat frozen. Her hands trembled in her lap. She stared at the bodyguards outside as they moved with urgency and panic — a cold reminder that someone really wanted her gone.
