Twenty-One-Hannah Mae’s POV –I heard a knock from the door but my mind was too bothered to wonder who it might be.The sun was already shining but I was still buried in my bed. Or perhaps, practicing myself how to die. I just lost my appetite after knowing the truth that shattered my world into pieces. It had been days and it kept on flashing in my mind. And every time came to my mind, my tears fell without realizing it. I was felt like my chest is tightening and my heart felt like being stabbed by dozens of knives.I heard the doorknob click and the door slowly opened. I didn't bother to look of whoever they might be. I just pulled over my blanket to hide myself. I heard careful steps approaching towards me.“Sweetie…” It’s mom, “Please get yourself something to eat.”Mom sounded trouble. Considering that her daughter locked up herself in her bed room and didn't eat anything for the past few days. I really didn't feel like eating or even going out of my bedroom. I just wanted to s

Twenty-Three-Hannah Mae's POV –I opened my eyes when I felt the sun rays on my face. I covered my eyes with my hand as I sat up. Mom was opening the curtains of my room. I suddenly groaned and squeezed my eyes when my head ache.Damn! I almost forgot everything about last night. I remember some but not that detailed. I was at Jacob's place with the intention of getting drunk and moved on from this pain but it turned out that I was almost in trouble. But I can't remember how I got home.Mom walked to me and sat at the edge of the bed, “How do you feel?”I looked at my eyes, avoiding her sight, “My head hurts.”“It’s just a hangover. Just sleep well and it will be gone.” She stated in a low tone.But it made me feel weird seeing that she wasn't mad at what I did nor gave me a quick lecture. Or she's done with it last night but I didn't remember.“Mom…” I spoke as I played with

Twenty-Five-Hannah Mae's POV –I heard him crawled out of the bed as I sat. He quickly stood and went to me.He sighed in relief, “That was close.”My head quickly turned to look at him, “So close when your phone suddenly rang.”“It’s mom.” He replied in a controlled pitch of voice, “Now I know why mom called after hearing it from Aunty Emilia.”My brows wrinkled as I put my hands together, “What to do now?”He shrugged as he pressed his lips and his brows met, “What for my mom to call again?”“Not that!” I exclaimed as I bumped my face with my hands.(Cellphone ringtone plays)(Stars- Callalily)My eyes widened as I stood and shook my hands, “Turn it off!”“I’m on it!” His voice was almost to rise.He quickly pulled out his phone from the pocket of his jeans and swipe the screen. He swallowed before he put it to his ear, “Yes,

Twenty-Seven-Daniel King’s POV –Beach outing as a family? Screw it! I only see Hannah as the only love of my life, not a family member. I can’t stomach it. I sighed in defeat. That’s how everything works now but not for me. I’m still into the fact that I love her, more than a family member. I even imagine her naked while I’m fucking her.Damn it! I should get this out of my mind. Its making me horny.I was walking on the shore, heading back to the cottage, I noticed Aunty Emilia from a distance. I stopped and looked at her. Behind her was Aunty Veronica. My eyes wandered beside them but I couldn’t find her. I guess she wasn’t on the mood to come. I also felt it but half of me also wanted to come… for her… and also I wanted to see grandpa happy and smile. It had been decades when I last saw him smile and to think it was only on the pictures. I hadn’t see him so happy in person.My eyes captured grandpa’s smile. His smile was so bright and his eyes were sparkling. That’s the smile I

Twenty-Nine-Hannah Mae’s POV –I was walking towards the reception where mom and others were waiting while eyeing every step of my foot. My thoughts were wandering and I can’t get it straight. Probably because I’ll be having dinner with King and to think, I need to act cold and ignore him. Like I was still in pain of the truth that we are fucking cousins. Well, literally… I am so hurt but knowing that he still secretly wanted me as more than just a cousin, gave me the straight to believe in the love that I had for him.Will I manage to pull it out? Thinking of it makes my hand sweat. I can’t be cold in front of him while in my heart is him that I desire. I’m not a good actress or a drama queen. But there was some part of me that told me to do this, if I wanted feel his warm touch and kissable lips. Pretend to be cold in front of everyone while secretly intimidating him.The moment I entered the hall, I saw m