WARNING:
This novel contains sensitive and controversial topics including surrogacy, murder, sex, affair, suicide, and abortion. Also, with short parts about STD.
So if you're uncomfortable about these topics, I will understand with all my heart. But I hope that you give this novel of mine a chance to show that it's worth reading. And one thing I can promise you is that this novel contains more life lessons and inspirations, especially about how important it is to have self-love, self-respect, and life.
All the characters and events in this novel are fictional.
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CHAPTER 1 THE BLOODY PREMONITION
Local Live News...
“It was confirmed that last night our beloved Gov. Priscilla Cortes was discovered dead at her house inside the Delarosa compound!”
“The police investigations ruled it as a suicide! As we remembered, a few months ago Mr. Gibson Delarosa, who was once a Vice Mayor of San Jose Bulacan, father of Gov. Cortes, also passed away due to the fire that broke out at the house where Dr. Celine Montecarlos lives. One of the best Ob-gyne in the country who was also known as Gov. Cortes's most favorite cousin.”
“Gov. Priscilla Cortes was acknowledged as an admirable and beautiful woman who constantly supported different women’s organizations and fought for women’s and children’s rights over the years!"
A Few Months Prior...
Darkness shrouds the province, indicating that it's way past midnight. The thunder kept rumbling as the rainstorm kept pouring, leading to a power outage. Heavy rain makes the place even darker and only the brief lightning gives light to the one who is still awake at the Kelley Subdivision.
From a distance a pearl white tinted Station Wagon arrived, as the car door opened, Celine got off wearing a white-fitting silk dress.
She just got home from the hospital after attending to the need of an emergency high-risk patient. She originally plans to hang the night at her best friend Luna’s birthday party but got a call from Mary General Hospital.
She failed to get her umbrella on her Coupe earlier and since her car was coding so she used Andrey’s car instead, but her husband doesn’t really like carrying an umbrella so without any choice she ran as quick as she could from the parking lot of their two-storey modern western designed house. But before she could even make it to their front door, she stopped midway as the tip of her stiletto got caught at the corner of the tiled pathway.
She faced the dim sky. The sky is crying horrendously tonight… She thought, frustrations covered her tiny face.
RUMBLE!! Thunderstrike!
The strong sound of it immediately made Celine hold onto her chest as she stared around into the darkness."Oh my God! What an unlucky night this is!" she bit her lips, she felt her heart beat faster and stronger than normal.
Standing in front of the big wooden door, she buzzed the doorbell twice, proving how her patience started running out.
Raindrops kept on dropping from her straight hair, all the way to her dress. With exhaustion and irritation, she continuously knocks at the door but it looks like she’s standing in front of an abandoned mansion out in nowhere.
CREAK...
As the huge door opened, it created a strange sound. From the inside, the wind blew to Celine’s face, she gulped hard. You can hear the loud sound of the closing door but ironically the inside of the house is so silent that you can’t even hear the sound of the rainstorm and the lightning. It’s so quiet that even the sound of the tip of Celine’s stiletto touching the marble floor as she strolled the house filled the whole place.
With astonishment, her phoenix eyes widened, she looked back at the closed door. She is so sure that she had entered the right house, but how come the inside of the house looks so different though very familiar. She started to feel anxious.
“Aunt Flor!” in a loud voice, she called the name of her stay-in maid who works for her family for quite a long time.
“Scarlet, Love!” her voice started shaking.
The house is still dark but from where she’s standing she can see an old-style lampshade opened by the living room. She walked heavily near the elegant-looking wooden stairs.
Now she finally realized where she was, her eyes turned teary as she remembered...
The good old days and the tragic memories. This is the house where she grew up when they still had their beautiful family. At least that’s what they felt before. The place where it all started and where it all ends.
But to Celine, this is a place full of memories of yearnings, sadness, and blood!
Fourteen years ago, after the tragedy took place here she remembered painting the walls of this house with pink and the stairs and cabinets with white with the help of her college friends including Andrey. But she felt it was still not enough, so after she and Andrey got married they renovated the interior and exterior of this house. Especially switching the stairs into modern cemented stairs with a glass staircase. That’s when it became easy for her to forget the past and became hard for her to even remember this old house.
“What is happening? I’m dreaming, right? If I am, please anyone! Wake me up please!” she uttered. She started trembling in fear.
She tightly held on to the sling of her shoulder bag as she tried to walk faster while running for her breath to reach the open lampshade to have a little light. But before she could even reach the vast living room. She stepped on a cold wet thing that made her tightly close her eyes, shrink and stop from walking.
She’s yet at the dark part of the house she can’t help but hold her breath. Her body started to get numb. She picked out her cellphone, opened the flashlight to see what she stepped onto when...
“AAAAAAHHHHHH!!” she dreadfully screamed!
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