Sierraphim Ylona Castaño x Ezekiel Torr Arevalo "I am, Sierra Ylona Castaño, and this is my story. A plot where I fell, got hurt, stood up, met my demise, but suddenly fell into my greatest demise arms. My soon-to-be stepbrother. Ezekiel Torr Arevalo."

[ MPREG ] [ Trans X Straight ] Love really makes you do all the stupidest- oh, correction, obsession. Obsession really makes you do all the stupidest and unimaginable deeds. Is it embracing humiliation, discrimination, degradation, physical and psychological violence, inhumanity, and ruthlessness are part of what? Obsession? Love? Or maybe both. How can you let someone trample your morality, dignity- yourself.... your own self. Is it worth it? Is the pain worth it? Are you happy? Is the 'part' of obsession and love makes you happy? The undying unscientific paradox distressing Vanna since they take up residence in Lardizabal abode. Everyday those questions remain unanswered, for Vanna, it's next to impossible. Seeing how her sister was badly wounded, bruised, wet every time she came home from university makes her blood boil to her and.... to him. How can she let those animals do that to her? Those animals... that tyrant philandering narcissist- Damon. True to his name, a demon, no, a satan, the devil himself. Even the word demon is not suitable for his persona. Countless women was fucked and cried, many gay was beaten and humiliated. Gay? Is that a reason why he 'did' that to Vanna's sister? Why are they chasing that satan to begin with? Is it because of his breathtaking gorgeousness? His unparalleled godly face? Unbelievable but it's the truth. The reality of the society that slapped Vanna unkindly. It's really better to be slapped by the truth than to be kissed by a lie. It hurts but the pain helps her unfold her mind. She will not let it happen again. She must not let it happen again. As the true life begins to unfold, weaves of secrets and mysteries bound to be unveiled with looming weaves of suffering, weaves of uncertainty, and weaves of hope. A roller coaster of emotions that eventually jammed with unforeseeable affection. Smoldering with abhorrence turns to an alluring fragrance; then, an abyssal love will begin to ascent.

Bawat kirot ay may katumbas na paghihiganti. Yes, every pain demands a payback. That's the first thing I learned when I loved him. Not consciously, not right away-but slowly, in pieces. He taught me how to love. His love was wildfire-reckless, consuming, beautiful in the way it ruined everything. I thought I was lucky to have it. I thought he saw something in me. Maybe he did. Maybe he saw the parts that were already breaking. He taught me how to bend the rules, how to silence the voice in my head that said "this isn't right." With him, right and wrong blurred until they didn't matter. Until all that mattered was staying close enough not to lose him, but distant enough not to drown. And then came pain. He taught me pain in a thousand unspoken ways. In words that stung more than silence. In apologies that came too late. In touches that lingered with regret. And pain... And pain. Again and again No fairy tale. No forever. It was never about soulmates. It was just... a story. A complicated, messy, painful story. But still, I gambled. I bet my heart on something that didn't deserve it. And in the end, that so-called love? It destroyed me. It didn't just break me-it broke everything I cared about. Everyone I loved. It burned through every soft thing I had left inside me. Because that love... Was disastrous. Behind the illusion of love hid everything I was afraid of: pain, betrayal, lies, manipulation. A heartbreak wrapped in promises. A knife dressed like a kiss. But here's what no one tells you: after heartbreak comes something sharper. Stronger. Revenge. And revenge-it's not sweet. It's not cold. It's best served hot. The kind of heat that doesn't ask for closure. It takes it. I, who was a he, now turned into a she. I will serve pain out of pain. Not to mirror the cruelty, but to remind the world: You don't get to hurt someone like me and walk away unburned.

Remy Shiobe Dizon. THIS IS A TRANSGENDER X STRAIGHT STORY.

This is a Trans x Man story. The first installment to Montecarlo Heir Series. --- R18 This is a work of fiction. Names or the characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Do not distribute, publish, transmit, modify, display or create derivative works from or exploit the contents of this story in any way. Please obtain permission. PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME. 03/23/2023 - 07/16/2023 All rights reserved 2023.