Mikazuki convinces Bullet to meet his birth parents after being taken away by the former leader of the most powerful mafia group, Black Organization, for twenty-five years. But what if she later learns that their real families are in fact mortal enemies? Will Mikazuki dare to fight for their blossoming love--or will she choose to seek revenge? *** After staying in Japan for several years, Mikazuki finally convinces Bullet, her adopted brother, to go back to the Philippines and meet his birth parents after being taken away from them twenty-five years ago by Terrence Von Knight, the former leader of the most powerful mafia group, Black Organization. Things start to get more complicated as untold stories and secrets concerning their real parents unfold, and they discover Mikazuki's true connection with Terrence Von Knight. A battle between their hearts and priorities erupts. What will be Mikazuki's ultimate choice? DISCLAIMER: This is a story written in Taglish. COVER DESIGNER: April Alforque

Story Description: Walang sakit, walang thrill. Hindi ka pu-pwedeng mabuhay nang hindi nasasaktan. Hindi nasasaktan ng PAULIT-ULIT. Ganoon kalupit ang buhay. Hindi ka lang isang beses magiging tanga. Hindi ka lang maloloko ng minsan. Kadalasan mas marami pa sa bilang ng daliri mo ang mga pagkakataong papaasahin at lolokohin ka ng ibang tao. Kung hindi ka matututo, hindi mo magagawang ipaglaban ang sarili mo. Kung mahina ka, palagi kang matatalo. Kung palagi kang aasa sa awa ng iba, kailanman hindi ka makakatayo gamit ang sarili mong mga paa. Hinding hindi mo sila matatalo hangga’t hindi mo nilalaro ng tama ang laro nila. That’s the rule of the other side of life. Play it or lose again. “Life can be so happy, and peaceful, but there’s always the other side of that. Suddenly you’ll realize that even the world that was created perfectly offers you a life that can make you miserable. That’s why you should survive. Learn how to fight...” –Faye Abueva I’ll tell you what is, the Art of Panloloko.

"Sometime in the middle of my junior year, Miss Dennings, my intrusive English teacher decided¬ not even bothering to ask my parents for permission, that I should take part in one of those noisy and useless socializing circles her husband held every Sunday morning. Saying that I had absolutely no need to go there would be a completely pitiful lie because, let’s face it, I was a self-proclaimed introverted freak and talking to a refrigerator sounded way more appealing than interacting with another human being." Yes, I did need the socializing circle becasue of my trust issues with other people. Yes, I did need someone to listen to my incoherent ranting. Yes, I did need a new start. But hell if I knew Joshua Carter was going to be my saviour.