The Billionaire's Wicked Scars | RBS 3

CHAPTER 2 - AMARA

I never felt so weak. The sound of the crashing waves and the flashing of lighting are the only thing that I remembered. My body reached its limits and I don't know if I survived my escape.

Am I dead?

"My dear Amara, I hope you will remember me..." said the voice in my head.

My heart suddenly thumped by the familiarity of the man's voice. Papa?

"Pa?" Am I dreaming?

Sandaling nagliwanag ang paligid at nakita ko ang dalawang taong nakaupo sa tabi ko habang nakahiga naman ako sa kama. Masyadong pamilyar ang paligid. Its my old bedroom. I glanced at my hand.

"Amara, don't you ever ever forget us, okay? Your mother and I loves you so much." aniya ni Papa habang hinahaplos ang kamay ko.

Ano bang sinasabi ni Papa? Hindi ko siya maintindihan. Hindi ko maintindihan ang mga sinasabi nila ni Mama. Ano bang nangyayari? Ma? Pa?

Tinitigan ko ang kanilang mga mukha, sa kahulihulihang pagkakataong makikita ko sila. Ang mga huling sandaling nakasama ko ang mga magulang ko bago sila tuluyang...

"There's a body floating!"

A faint voice of a man came out of nowhere. Suddenly my vision became the war of the waves along with the thunders and lightnings. My body became numbed from the salt water and everything went black.

"I think she will be awake after days. Her body's full of wounds and she needs to regain her strength."

"What the fuck is she doing in the midst of the ocean?"

"You better check on her often Nikko. I won't be around the palace always but I assure you I will be a call away."

I heard someone sighing and sounds of equipments or something.

Am I dead? Who are those people?

"Thank you, Dr. Levame."

"You're always welcome, Your Highness."

Their conversation went on and on but my mind's getting eaten by darkness and probably the by the numbness of my body.

Where am I? Who were those voices? Even in my fainting instincts, it tells me that none of them sounds familiar. I am afraid that I might be in the wrong hands. Who were they? Am I captive? Nahuli ba ako ng mga humahabol sa'kin?

Kung ganoon nga ang nangyari, mas mabuting kitilin na lang nila ang buhay ko. Wala silang mahuhuta ni isang kusing ng impormasyon. I'd rather die than tortured for being a spy.

Yes, I am Agent Fox. A spy on mission. An agent of a wrong organization.

That fucking organization! I never thought I'll be one of those agents na mamanipulahin at gagawing puppet! I became blind of how inhuman the management are! Masyado akong nag focus sa mission at halos kalimutan ko na ang mga nangyayari at naririnigrinig ko sa mga co-agents ko!

Noon pa man, alam ko nang may mga ginagawa ang organisasyon na hindi tama. I know we kill people. That cannot be prevented. Hindi kami malinis. We do dirty works too. And I am ashamed for engaging in them. Masyado akong binulag ng kagustuhang makaganti sa mga taong pumatay sa mga magulang ko. Iyon lang ang naging laman ng isip ko sa anim na taong pagiging espiya ko.

I am driven by the urge to avenge my parents' death. Dahil sa mga hayop na iyon, nasira ang kinabukasan ko. I was just ten years old when I lost my parents. I became an orphan and lived on the streets for I don't know how many years.

Until one day, I was kidnapped and brought to the organization I am in today. The rest is history.

"Pardon me, Your Higness. Attorney Davinti is in the study room. He is waiting for you." A voice of a woman came out of nowhere.

Who is she talking to?

Masyadong mahina ang katawan ko para magmulat ng mga mata. Kahit anong pilit kong pagmulat, para bang magkadikit na ang mga talukap ko.

"Ah yes. Thank you, Martha. Tell him I'll be there."

Beside me, echoed a manly voice that I haven't heard all my life. His voice was cold and with a hint of a very authoritative tone.

So the woman named Martha called this man "Your Higness."

Is he a royalty? How did I ended up in here? Did he saved me from the ocean?

I felt like someone's staring at me. And then seconds later a closing of doors echoed.

What should I do?

My instincts tells me that I am taken somewhere. More probably a room. I can slightly feel a touch of silk on top of my body and a stinging sensation on my hand. I think it's a dextrose.

From what I can smell, I'm far from any hospital. The smell of lavender mixed with a manly perfume enveloped my nostrils. I am inside a private room for sure. His house, I guess? Who's this Your Highness?

I tried to move my fingers. But in every attempt, I feel like I'm going to faint. I may be conscious right now yet my body is not cooperating with my mind. The escape made my body numb and swollen from the waves.

I just hope that when I woke up, nasa ligtas akong lugar. Kung sakali mang makayanan kong pabilisin ang paggaling ko, agad din akong tatakas sa lugar na ito.

As an agent, I cannot trust anybody. Even this savior of mine. Kahit pa iniligtas niya ako sa kapahamakan, hindi ako mapapanatag kung hindi ko mababackground check ang taong ito. Pero sa kalagayan ko ngayon, malabong magawa ko iyon.

Kaya habang nasa pabor ko ang sitwasyon, lulubos-lubosin ko ang panggagamot na ginagawa niya sa akin. Because the moment I am done and perfectly healed, I'll leave this place immediately. After all, I am a spy.

I need to hide myself from everyone. I am a creature of the shadows. I cannot be made known to anyone. Or else, everything that I sacrificed in past will be nonsense.

I breathe out the possibility that this person who saved me is a good man. Like I said, I trust no one.

Suddenly, the door creaked and footsteps came nearing me after hours. A burning heat flowed in my body, means that someone is looking at me.

"The moment you wake up, I might be needing your help," said the man.

Nakaramdam ako ng kakaibang kaba sa dibdib ko.

My help? Is he talking to me?