The Richest Don's Young Wife (Fallen Temptation Series Two)

Chapter 4 (Tattoo)

Chapter 4

Manang stepped inside after a few minutes had elapsed. Tulala pa rin ako sa pintuan nang datnan niya. Hindi pa rin makausad sa lalaking lumabas doon.

Morpheus Zathrian...

With a sigh escaping her lips, Manang drew closer to me, her gaze intently studying my countenance. Lumuhod siya, dinampot ang towel ko at muling ipinulupot sa akin ito. Pareho kaming walang imik. My stomach grumbled incessantly, aching with hunger, but I found the fortitude to persevere, for my attention was captivated by the deeds and utterances of that intriguing man.

"Okay ka lang, binibini?" tanong ni Manang na parang nagdadalawang-isip kung itatayo na ako o hindi pa.

"O-Opo..."

"Gutom ka. Bibihisan kita at pagkatapos ay pakakainin ka na."

Tumango ako. Kailangan ko ng pagkain na hindi. Kailangan ko ng lakas na hindi.

She approached the chair beside the door and pulled it towards me, placing it directly in front of me. As I reached the edge of the chair, she gently guided me to the space in front of the hairdresser's station. Pagkatapos ay inalis niyang muli ang towel sa katawan ko at binihisan ng dress—iyong dress na napili ko kanina. She reached for the comb resting on the table and began to tenderly comb through the length of my hair, with a gentle and careful touch.

Kahit gutom at pahina na nang pahina, hindi ako nagreklamo sa kaniya. Tulala pa rin ako, diretso lang ang tingin sa malaking salamin sa harapan ko. Only now did I get reminded that I actually had long hair. Its ends carried a slight wave, a subtle reminder of its inherent beauty.

Kahit pala papaano, may tumatakip sa hubad kong katawan kanina...

Uncertainty clouded my mind, unsure whether I had truly lost weight or if it was merely a temporary result of several days without proper nourishment. Sa aming tatlong magka-kapatid, ako ang naiiba ng katawan. Mabibilis silang tumaba samantalang ako, mabilis ang metabolism.

My attention wandered, shifting from my eyes to my lips, nose, skin, and cheeks, observing each feature intently. Wala pa ring nagbabago sa kabuuan ko narito man ako o nasa pamilya ko sa Russia -babaeng malungkutin pa rin. Babaeng lumaking walang siguradong mundo na gustong kalagyan.

Ang sabi ng mga taong nakakikilala sa akin, maganda akong bata...

Ang sabi nila, kamukha ko ang papa ko...

May simetrikong mukha na may mahinhing at proporsyonadong mga katangian. I have a smooth complexion with flawless skin, often described as porcelain-like. Typically adorned with striking, large eyes, which were usually described as being wide and expressive, sometimes compared to doll eyes. My irises are a vivid shade of blue. With Well-defined and arched eyebrows. My nose is small and well-shaped. My lips are plump and naturally full. Ang katawan ay payat na may kurba na naaayon sa tangkad at timbang. Madalas akong mabastos dahil tingin nila sa akin, pretty, young, and sexy pero mahina.

Ang namana kong mga genes ang nag-alaga talaga sa akin. Mukha akong alagang-alaga na prinsesa sa panlabas na anyo pero sa loob, napabayaan.

In the veil of my existence, I seldom indulge in beautification, for I am acutely aware of the long-held belief that my birth in this world bears little significance, rendering it an inconsequential act. Yeah... Pero sa kabila ng paniniwala kong iyan, ang hindi ko na mabilang na mga taong nagsabing maganda ako kahit wala akong gawin.

Hindi ko kamukha ang Mama at mga kapatid ko, ang papa ko lang na may lahing half Russian and half Filipino. Among the three of us, I bear the closest resemblance to him, yet the depths of his heart remain distant and detached from mine...