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WARNING: MATURE CONTENT [ SPG | R18+ ] Anzai is a man who enjoys playing with people's emotions, but not until Psalm arrives, and her first priority is to graduate with honors in Latin. Can his feelings for the lady who only makes his heart race be used as motivation or a distraction?
Living in this country without parents by your side is problematic. One wrong move, and you'll be given hurtful words right away, though I'm not hurt because I'm used to it. Bully there bully here because I don't have parents. Just stupid? How could I live here if I didn't have parents to make me?
Gratefully, my auntie raises me well, and I can still tell myself that somehow I am lucky. She's not the typical Aunt you see in soap operas; she doesn't enslave me or charges me with the money she spent on me.
My mother died while laboring me, and as for my dad, I don't know. I have no idea about him.
"Tell me more about him," I whispered to her the other day.
"Your brat niece of yours is weird, Juliette! That's all I know, Psalm, and then your father isn't my type for me to meddle with his life," she explained and grinned. "Get a saucer there and a fork; we'll eat! This is your favorite cake."
That's always the routine of the three of us, I ask them questions, and then they divert my question into another. I was enveloped in anger, and my brain was full of questions. Where was he when mom died? Why did he leave me? Why did they split up? Doesn't he like me? Is there anything else important in his life besides me?
I was in Grade 9 when I found out the whole truth about who I was. As I went downstairs carrying clothes that no longer fit me, from here, I heard Aunt Juliette and Aunt Sarra talking.
"I-I don't think so... I just don't?" Aunt Sarra laughed, obviously drunk.
"Sarra! Psalm might hear you!" I immediately stepped back when I heard my name.
"What n-now? She needs to know, Irene! I don't know why you're hiding the truth from her!"
Is my Aunt hiding something from me? What is it?
"I feel sorry for you; we're in the same boat..."
"We're different," My Aunt said emphatically.
I feel like they are hiding something from me. What is their secret? Is it too confidential and they can't tell me?
"And stop drinking; you're drunk already. You're here to sleep, and no matter what you do, I won't tell Psalm; she'll get hurt," her voice trailed off slightly. Her voice now mixes fear and sadness.
She doesn't want to hurt me? And when she keeps this a secret, does she think I'm not hurting?
"Damn it, Juliette," her friend laughed. "What if Psalm will know the truth to someone?"
"What do you want me to do, Sarra? Tell her; that Psalm is a product of a one-night stand. Don't be mad at your father, Psalm, and he should be mad at you because you're his fault? You're just a product of lust, Psalm! Is that so, Sarra? Is that what you want me to say to her" said Auntie, unable to control herself.
My life seemed to shake at what she said. I can't believe it! My brain can't process what I found out now. Slowly, one tear slid down my cheeks.
All the questions in my mind were answered by their conversation. Am I a mistake? Product of lust? Shit! Fuck! Damn! I want to say all the cheap here in the world.
"Psalm, you're about to ruin-"
I didn't finish listening to their conversation because hearing the truth was already painful, I was enveloped in anger for 15 years, but it was all in vain! Auntie is proper; my father should have been the right one to be mad at me because I'm about to ruin his family!
I ignored all my hard work in academics. The sweat and blood I risked, I missed it all. It is so disgusting to reminisce.
"Hey Olsen, want to join us?" my male classmate asked the other day.
"Where?" I was tired of asking them questions as I put away my belongings.
He grinned. "You already know that."
Bar again? Boring.
"Don't refuse, Olsen; you've already failed a major so just come with us."
I sighed; he's right. I'll get bored with Aunt Sarra's erotic movies if I go home.
I nodded. That day we unwound; I enjoyed that day. I have always been with them, and not a day goes by that I am not bored with them. They taught me how to smoke and drink.
Being with them is like you are uncaging the tiger you hide for long years.
"Nero's connections aren't a joke; he can let us in even if we're just a minor," Nikki laughed while keeping up with the music.
"There's a limited time for this! Maybe my daddy's friend will catch up with us; I'll get screwed," Nero replied.
We didn't stay long at that bar, Nikki didn't even want to go out, but Nero and Karyl forcibly pulled her away. We ended up barricading ourselves in the arcade. I don't like this, so I was just next to them and watching the four of them; the idiots were tipsy.
"Come in here, Psalm!" Nikki was with me. I just smiled and shook my head. "What killjoy woman!" he shouted and turned back to Nero.
That's how my day ended. They would have invited me to a movie at Nikki's house, but I refused. I don't want to spend the night on the road.
When I got home before entering the gate, I immediately snatched the candy from my pocket, I didn't know what this was for, but they said that my Aunt wouldn't notice me if I ate this. I'm just a trinary too. I was about to open the door when it suddenly opened, and Auntie Juliette came up to me with apparent anger.
"Where have you been?" she asked emphatically.
"At school, where else?" I asked cautiously and passed her.
"What a rotten mouth," Aunt Sarra said, glancing at me.
"School? You're not there," she pulled my wrist, stopping me from going upstairs. "What's wrong with you, Psalm?! You failed a subject, and it's a fucking major!" it was almost a yell.
I stare at her with blank emotions.
"How can you achieve your dreams-"
I violently pulled back my wrist and tried not to be offended by what she said. I averted my eyes when she saw my tears welling up.
"I don't have dreams anymore!" I told her coldly.
In the parallel world, Princess Kamila faces a tragic fate when Howard Kingdom's royal family, except her, is suddenly killed and thrown out of power. As the only heiress of the kingdom, Kamila is known for her beauty, grace, kindness, and empathy. She agrees to marry someone who she didn't even know, the son of Howard Kingdom's highest General. But the night her parents have murdered changes her story into a tale everyone inside the castle will never forget She took her hatred and wrath with her even in her reincarnated life. But suddenly she was struck by cupid. She was smitten by the man... Her mortal foes' flesh and blood. The killers of her entire family How long will her wounded heart be healed?
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it all—from standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didn’t return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachel’s terminal illness and realized she didn’t have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."
Madison had always believed that she would marry Colten. She spent her youth admiring him from afar, dreaming of their future life together. But Colten was always indifferent to her, and when he abandoned her at a time when she needed him most, she finally realized that he never loved her. With renewed resolve and a thirst for revenge, Madison left. Endless possibilities lay ahead, but Colten was no longer part of her plans. Colten rushed to her place in a panic. "Madison, please come back to me. I’ll give you everything!" It was his powerful uncle who answered the door. "She's my woman now."