Chapter 5

Qyxiella

I took off the Versace sunglasses that were covering my eyes, placed them on my head, and yawned weakly, still feeling a bit sleepy. The sun is setting in the west and kissing the horizon. The sky glows crimson and blankets the island with its splendid view.

 I leaned back in my recliner seat and looked up at the orange glow of the sky that has been my daily routine in Isla Lobos for the past eight years. I would go down to the beach every afternoon to watch the sunset and reminisce on my life nine years ago.

Sunset brightens my gloomy mood, and as the sun sets, it takes my sorrow away. I couldn’t even imagine it, but I felt better every time I watched the sun going down to sleep, but lighting the other part of the world.

I turned my head to look at the crowd on the beach. Couples are kissing. Naked girls walking around with wine or hard liquor in their hands, flaunting their stunning bodies. Flawless and tanned under the sun's reflection.

I gently caressed the unwanted scar on my abdomen. This scar is my only reminder that I did something wrong in the past, that made me happy without a trace of guilt. This is my life after eight years of being the wife of a terrorist husband. Still imprisoned on an island where torture was the norm.

I sighed exasperatedly before finally rising from the recliner. I decided to return to the penthouse where I was staying. It'll be seven o'clock in the evening soon. I am confident that my husband will return tonight. Last night, he called to inform me that he would return home after three months of spying in the Philippines.

I sighed again, saddened. I missed the place where I grew up a lot, but my husband never let me go home to the Philippines. If we leave Lobos del Tierra, we will only travel to North America and Europe. I had not visited any Asian country in the eight years that I had been his wife. I blinked to keep my tears from falling as my eyes began to get watery. I am strong now. I did not want to cry any longer. If I could still endure it, I would endure it to see the most important person  to me, whom my father had hidden from me as collateral for me to stay on the island of Lobos with my husband.

  

I sat up in the recliner and stretched my lazy body. The breeze was moderately strong. It's causing my hair to blow in front and covering my face. I combed the entangled hair with my fingers, completely unaware that the sarong was being blown away by the wind. It was too late for me to see it as it flew a few meters from where I was standing.

I let out another soft sigh and shook my head. I must return back before my husband arrives. He despises seeing me outside in a two-piece bikini, even though this island is for men who crave flesh.

I walked with the card key in my hand to get the sarong. When I reached it, I bent my body down, but my movements were halted when a black leather shoe stopped in my way. I frowned deeply and looked up to see who owned those Italian black shoes and why he was wearing them like that on the beach, blocking my path.

Deep blue eyes with furrowed brows stared at me as I held my sarong. That dark gaze locked on me, unsure if I was really in front of him.

"Qyxiella?" asked the owner of those blue eyes, but his voice was full of mixed emotions as he stared at me intently.

My heart somersaulted and pounded quickly. My head spun like a tornado when my eyes locked on that blue eye. I couldn’t form any coherent words and it was rendering my capability to talk. I was stunned and remained rooted to the ground. This man appeared to be even more mature. His strong jawline draws attention to his growing stubble. I felt like kissing his pointed nose, as I always did. Why has he become even more attractive?

Seeing him after nine long years filled my heart with joy, so much that it was overflowing. I miss him so badly. I wished I could throw my arms around him and hug him tightly.

The man caressed my face with his free hand to ensure I was real. What brings him here?

I closed my eyes when I felt the electrifying heat from the man's touch. Oh! How I yearned for his touch. I closed my eyes for a few seconds before hearing him speak again.

"Qyxiella..." his thumb caressed my lower lips, giving shivers to my nerves and suddenly heightening my body.

I closed my eyes tightly to prevent my body from reacting too much to his touch. This is not possible. No! I can't show this level of emotion because it will complicate things.

"Qyxiella... Talk to me. I know it's you. What are you doing here? Talk to me, please..." When I opened my eyes, I saw his eyes were begging for answers.

Qyxiella... How many years have I not heard that name? Ever since I came to the island, a year after I left his place, my name has become Camilla.

I blew a soft breath before forcing myself to adjust and calm my rapid heartbeat. I hardened my face and stared at the man coldly. He doesn't need to know why I am here!

"Mr. Walker, what I am doing here is none of your business. And I have nothing to say to you. So, if you'll excuse me, I must get back to my apartment before my husband arrives." When I replied, my voice was emotionless, and I looked him in the eyes to see his reaction.

I noticed the surprise on his face as a result of what I had said, but I ignored it. I should not give in to my emotions, to what I truly felt towards this man. It's been nine years since I left him, so I shouldn't feel this way about Bler. Yes! It was Bler. The one in front of me is no other than my ex-boyfriend Bler.

I took a step to the side to avoid him, and I was able to pass, but he quickly stopped me by holding my arm before I could even get away.

"Husband?" shocked, lined with pain was visible on his face while staring at me unbelievably. "You are married? Why?" Bler asked bitterly.

I scoffed.

"What exactly do you mean by why?" I shook my arm to shake Bler away before raising my brow to inquire. "What made me marry? Simply because I want to! And it has nothing to do with you!" I scowled and walked away, leaving him in the dust as I scuffled my way out.

I couldn’t let my husband see me talking to a man. I don't want to endanger Bler’s life. So, if I had to choose, I would simply tell a lie rather than let my husband see Bler and make him my husband’s target to practice his shooting.

Bler called my name again when I walked just a few steps away.

"Qyxiella, wait!" He was already by my side, grabbing my arm and preventing me from walking further.

I gave Bler an irritated look. Yes, I wanted to see him as well. I’d been missing him for the past nine years, but not at this moment. My husband was on his way home, and I didn't want him to hurt Bler. Even if I wanted to talk to Bler for hours, I couldn't.

 My husband has a large number of people looking after me. If I did something wrong, they would immediately report it to my husband, and I would be punished again.

"What do you want, Mr. Walker? I have nothing to talk to you about, okay? Just f*ck off!" I irritably shook Bler’s hand, but his grip on my arm tightened even more.

"Bler, please let me go! Now!"

I exclaimed as I noticed two of my husband's henchmen approaching us. When I looked at the henchmen approaching us, my voice was tinged with anxiety.