DMS 1: Rainbows In Your Ocean Eyes
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Last published Sat, Sep 6, 2025
He compares himself to a rainbow, but what exactly does a rainbow made up of colors mean? Ephraim Ivonis Yousef Zallega Jr is a competitive young man, who was forced to become a man so that he won't be like his brother who lost the Zallega's legacy. He tried hard and did not fail himself to continue his family's legacy. Dignity. Pride. Honor. Reputation. Zallega. Men. He promised himself that he would not embarrass his father who was a respectable man in the fields of Construction and Politics.
Ivo was forced to be successful at a very young age before he met the high-maintenance girl that he never imagined having, Zuri Aniyah Altavas. The lady she desired to witness her transformation into a woman and become his life.
But what exactly is the reason why Ivo's reputation has been damaged? What was the lie believed to keep the two of them apart? What exactly is the truth hiding behind the clouds that only blue skies like Zuri's eyes believed? Can love survive when everything is falling apart? Or... can love pulls them together again as they will abide after so long years as they fight against the odds.
DATE STARTED: January 3, 2021
DATE FINISHED: March 14, 2021
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