(PUBLISHED UNDER BP) How can you escape your three cousins who are always around you and obsessed with everything? What if being obsessed makes them want something else? Stared: 02/21/2022 End: 08/24/2022

Si Kiya Andrei Monsato, isang babaeng nangangailangan. Tinutulungan niya ang Itay niya na buhayin at pag-aralin ang tatlong lalaking kapatid. Mahirap man ang buhay ngunit pinipilit niya maging matatag para sa kaniyang pamilya. Then she met two men, one is a dean and the other one is a professional racer. Paano kung may dahilan pala ang lahat? Paano kung malaman niya ang rason at sikreto ng kambal? Can she risk for love?

[Not yet edited⚠️] Si Laura ay isang simpleng dalaga na naninirahan sa probinsya, sa bayan ng San Isidro. Siya ay lumaki sa bahay ampunan, kaya siya ay naging malapit sa simbahan na naging dahilan kung bakit minahal nya at piniling pag silbihan ang kumbento. Sa edad na 22, ang pagiging madre na lamang ang kanyang tanging pangarap. Ang pag silbihan ang simbahan at makatulong sa mga batang nasa bahay ampunan. Ngunit ang tahimik nyang buhay ay nag simulang magulo, nang makilala nya ang mag kakapatid na Santillan na sina, Kiru, Rho, Jett at Hans. ⚠️ EXPECT TYPO/ GRAMMATICAL ERROR⚠️

A little girl in a pink, cloud-soft frock once wandered into a world that should have warned her away. She found them at the edge of a dying playground. Two identical boys, caked in mud, standing too still for children their age. Their eyes followed her long before she spoke. "Why are you both sad?" she asked, her voice light and untouched by caution. They smiled. "Because we are dirty," one said. "And no one wants to play with us," the other added. It should have been a simple answer. It wasn't. She frowned, as if the world had made a small, correctable mistake, and took their hands without hesitation. That was the first choice. The smallest one. The one that mattered most. By the time they reached the park, the air felt different. It was quiet and heavier than anything, as though something unseen had drawn closer just to listen. "Let's play," she said brightly, tossing a ball into the space between them. But there were only three of them. And she refused to leave either side. So she ran back and forth, laughter breaking into breathless gasps, small shoes scuffing against the dirt as she tried to belong everywhere at once. With him. With him. Never choosing. Never stopping. Until the boys stopped smiling. Until they simply watched. "You'll get tired," one of them said softly. "You can't play both sides forever," the other murmured. But she only grinned, flushed and stubborn, her voice trembling with a promise she did not understand. "I can. And I will play with both of you." That was the second choice. Years later, when the bodies began to surface, when whispers of manipulation, obsession, and something far darker crept into every room she entered, no one thought to trace it back to a sunlit afternoon and a game that never really ended. But some games don't stop. They wait. And the most dangerous players are the ones who were never taught to choose.