Bet
Thalia/ Nathe's POV
"Thalia you're finally home." My mom hugged me. "You fetched her Thaniel?"
My brother nodded.
"Mom, by the way..." I glared at my brother. "I caught Thalia with her boyfriend in Batangas." Nagpakawala ako ng buntong hininga. Great.
"Oh... her boyfriend." She calmly muttered. "With...with her what?" Her eyes widened in shock. "You have a boyfriend? Hija?"
Umiling ako ng ilang beses.
"Mom no! He's not my boyfriend, he's just a friend of mine. Kuya just think I'm with him." I lied. Atlas is definitely not my friend.
Mom looked at my brother with a question in her eyes.
"It's her boyfriend, I swear. She's just denying him." My brother smirked.
How I want to throw my slippers towards my brother right now.
"Why would you deny him darling? He does not deserve it. I want to meet him!" She said happily "I've been praying for this day to come!" She smiled widely.
Oh God please help me.
"M-Mom I told you he's not my boyfriend." Her smile faded
"Stop denying him Thalia." My brother butted in making me mad.
"Will you please stop telling mom that he's my boyfriend? Because he's not!" I walked out.
"Thalia!" I heard my mom.
I went to the garage without bidding goodbye to them then I stepped on my Lambo and drove it to my condo.
When I reached my condo, I immediately entered the elevator. I pressed the exact floor of my condo.
I stepped out of the elevator when it stopped to my floor then went inside my condo.
Nang makapasok, agad akong umakyat sa second floor para matulog.
Pagod na pagod ako ngayong araw kaya agad akong nakatulog
Nang magising ako kinabukasan ay naligo agad ako saka nagpalit ng damit pang lalaki.
I wore my wig. I'm scared that Atlas might recognize me with just one look. I grabbed one of my fake beards in my closet then put it on my chin.
I really like this thing because they look real, the one I'm wearing is a growing whiskers. This fake beard is expensive I ordered this kind of fake beard abroad and I have plenty of them in different styles and sizes. I order my wigs abroad too because they look really like a natural hair and also specifically designed only for my scalp.
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General FictionOh, the irony of love. What is he doing to me? God! He's making me doubt everything about myself. I leaned back on the sofa, closing my eyes as I pressed my fingers against my temples. Are you still there, Nathe? Or... has Nathalia already taken ove...
