Promiscuous (Who's the slut?)

Chapter Thirty

Senator Rick Enrique: A drug smuggler committed suicide

Senator Enrique was overdosed with drugs

Ms. Butterfly, Carrier of Drugs

I'd give credits to Laina for making me more famous than I am before. I'd be forever grateful to her for all the scandals she had dragged my name into. The paparazzi were a constant reminder of the star that I am now. My face was on the news. On the column sheets.

The authorities gave way for the wake of our father for three full days. There were no tears anymore as the priest recited the ceremonial rites. Numbness was seeping into my soul. I wore a black dress with matching sunglasses. The hat was covering half the side of my face in a fashionable way.

"It's your turn..." Riel nudged me on the side. I wasn't aware that he was there all the time. He only left when I needed some time off myself. I strode and threw the rose over the shiny black coffin.

Dad, I'll find whoever triggered you to do this... I promise you...

Mamita was silent as a stone. Brix was soothing Laina while she was sobbing. It sounded eerie in my earshot. It was the only noise above the silence of the cemetery. Few had come to witness the farewell of my father. We had been shunned by the society.

The deed was over and done with. The weather is so sunny you wouldn't thought somewhere out there, there were people mourning for somebody else's death.

"Let's go." He tapped my shoulder and we headed on to his car.

"Maire..." I swallowed an imaginary lump in my throat. I blinked many times. I'm tired... sometimes I wished I could trade places with my father. If you have no problem then you're already six feet underground.

"Rave... Marie Claire's not in good condition to talk to anyone."

"I'm not just anyone." His gaze wasn't wavering on me while he was saying that to Riel.

"I'm sorry Rave." That's all I could say. We walked past him. I wished I just hadn't seen that look in his face. I would have turned around and threw myself at him. I would have... but then I won't.

I woke up with my vision blurred. I was still wearing these damn black clothes. I recalled asking Riel to leave me when we got to the mansion. I wanted to find peace in myself. Just for once. I heard the noise and the chatter of people downstairs. I frowned.

"Mamita what's this?"

"They're the NBI's darling." Mamita said coldly. She looked in the eye.

I frowned. The men with dark blue uniform were roaming around the house. Sticking this and that. Writing on their notes.

"Ma'am... Our superior will be here soon." Said the other to Mamita. She nodded.

I was so confused. They all knew that it was suicide on my father's part. Do they believe Laina in telling the--- I gasped when I saw them poking through my bag.

"Hey... that's my bag." I angrily snatched it away from him.

"Sir." They saluted someone at the entryway. My eyes grew wide at the person I knew so well. I wouldn't forget that face in a million years.

"Rave?" Shock was an understatement. He was one of these... thugs. No, authorities.

"Maire..."

"So... you're one of those undercover agents." Mamita nodded in disgust. What?

"I'm sorry ma'am. I'm an operative of the NBI, we've been.. following the drug smuggling and the..." Mamita clutched her hand on her chest as if on cue Laina was there out of nowhere ready to catch her. I rolled my eyes.