Callea offered a prayer to the tomb of her great grandmother and great grandfather at the underground cemetery. She was disheartened because she wished to have an eternal love like theirs and it won't happen anymore. She found the love of her life but she had to push him away. And now, she was thrust back to the world of darkness.
Deive didn't try to contact her or show himself up these past few days. Marina asked her if they had a fight but she shut her mouth. She decided to cancel the engagement party and she didn't offer any explanation except she was not ready.
She was pretty sure that Deive was fuming mad at her right now. She just changed her mind about the engagement. He was probably having a hard time explaining why their engagement party didn't push through. She didn't know if he already talked to her family. She hasn't received any messages from them asking why the event won't push through. It was just for ten days. Were they hoping that she would change her mind?
Her only consolation was Walter didn't bother her anymore. After all, he won't see any beauty in her anymore. She was not the old Callea that he desired. She didn't even brush her hair today and made it appear as if she has not taken a bath for days.
That was the world that fits her - dark, sad, and lonely. But it was her only salvation. It was the only way she could save Deive.
After finishing her prayer, she decided to go home. She didn't notice that it was already late noon. She felt empty. She had to go back to the cold and bleak Villa Celesta. Her only home.
"Miss Callea, the driver of that said he would take you home," said the sacristan when she passed by the church on her way out of the compound.
"Thank you." She covered her head with the veil. She noticed her Kuya Torque's black SUV. It was the only car that was on the parking lot. Is her he home? She thought he would extend his stay in Cambodia and would be back tomorrow. Maybe he was home early.
She opened the door in front and took her seat. "Hey, Kuya! I thought you were…" Her smile was gone when she realized that it was not her cousin on the driver's seat but the devil. "Walter."
"Hello, Callea!" She felt like the five years between them didn't pass. He still looked the same. His hair was neatly trimmed. There was a gentle glint in his eyes and his kind smile that cool fool anybody that he was nice.
But she knew better. He was a nightmare and she knew what he was capable of doing despite his kind face. She didn't notice that he was at the driver's seat because the glass was tinted. How careless of her. She let her guard down.
She panicked and tried to open the door but it was power locked. He swiftly covered her nose with a fabric soaked in a chemical with a strong smell. She tried to fight him off but the chloroform started to take effect. She started to feel heady and her eyes began to droop.
Before she closed her eyes, she saw the devil's face grinning at her. Right there and then, she knew that she was in hell again.