Sabi nila, kapag hindi mo na kaya ang sakit, kusang gumagawa ang utak mo ng paraan para protektahan ka. When my childhood trauma became too loud to bear, my mind split. Or at least, that's what the blackouts, the altered reflections, and my terrified friends led me to believe. I learned to coexist with the voices inside my head. I learned to run from the masked girl in the black dress who bleeds in my nightmares. I thought I was housing monsters just to survive. But what if the house is entirely empty? How long can you hide behind a crowd that doesn't exist? Now, the bodies are piling up, the illusion is shattering, and secrets are looking for a mirror. If my identities are just a script written in the dark... who is the one holding the pen? La Villareal Series #3

Two sides. One heart. No way out. Sometimes, keeping a promise means breaking a heart. Introducing, La Villareal Series #2