Marcelo approached Eva as she calls herself Lewis with a grin that hinted at mischief and fun.
"Tell me," Marcelo teased, as he pulled Lewis closer, "do men have this?"
He gestured his hands touching her boobs. The playful glint in Marcelo's eyes sparked a moment of bewilderment in Lewis, Or rather Eva.
Slowly he gently lowered his hands to her abdomen while his eyes locked with hers through the black mask on his face and his hand stoped in her p*ssy, he whispered to her ears.
"How about this? Do men have it?"
Confused and flustered, Lewis felt a strange current of self-doubt surging within him. He turned his head away and felt the swirls of uncertainty twist in the pit of his stomach.
Marcelo, sensing the shift, pulled Lewis in front of a mirror that stood tall in the bathroom .
"Now look at yourself from head to toe," Marcelo urged softly, his tone both playful and serious.
"Do you really think you look like a man?"
Then he left her alone infront if the mirror. He too was baffled as to why his wife was behaving mysteriously. But one thing he was so sure about, was something bad must have happened last night.
Mercelo's life is like day and night, light can never meet darkness. Where there's light there can never be darkness, nor do light meet with darkness, when one comes the other vanishes.
And that's how Mercelo's life is. When it turns dusk, the other personality of a heartless cruel hired killer takes over. And when the sun raises, the humble kind and polite personality take over too.
Same goes with their masks, black during day and silver during night. Only one thing was in common. The masks.
However, what the other personality does, not if them gets to know unless told. And that's why, whenever Eva would wake up with bruises all over her body, Mercelo would make it up to her knowing that the other him did it.
And this time too, although he doesn't know the exact details of what transpired at night. One thing was clear to him–Something bad happen.
" What happened to her? What did he do to her?" He thought.
Meanwhile, lewis stared into the depths of the mirror. What he saw left him speechless. The reflection showed a person, complex and layered, filled with bruises and stories untold—a spectrum of identity that transcended binaries. Baffled, he felt as if the ground beneath him was not solid anymore.
"My face! My handsome face is gone..."
He touched his face and it wasn't as pretty as handsome he was.
Staring at herself she touched her chest and indeed he was a woman, but what kind of a woman she was? She didn't remember. Yet, she clearly remembers every past as Lewis, from his childhood to adulthood.
Yet not even a fragment of Eva's memory was with her. It felt as if Eva's memories was deleted and replaced with his.
But that happened because Eva died before he possessed her body.
" Look at this ugly face with green eyes. You woman, how ugly have you been no wander you even married a masked mysterious man. What a perfect combination." She said barely audible.
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When Lewis opened his eyes as the drainage, he was in pain that he didn't recognize the changes in his body, he didn't even know that he had transmigrated into a woman's body before he was hit by a car and wake up in mercelo's room.
But looking at his reflection. Lewis discovered that he was no longer in his own body. He felt a lightness, weak and a new presence.
He looked around and found himself in an unfamiliar world, inhabited by vibrant colors and the things around him were unfamiliar.
He had transmigrated into the soul of mercelo's wife Eva, who lived in a living hell with mercelo's alter at night.
[Two years ago.]
Clash!
A hot slap vibrated like a thunderclap in the middle of the living room. The atmosphere turned tense as fragile shards of glass flew from the ornate vase that had been knocked over in the commotion.
All eyes were fixed on a slender, frail young lady standing in the middle of the parlour, a shock of blond hair framing her pale face like a halo.
"Huck or cruck, You must marry him."
A deep harsh and cold voice yanked. A sharp clink of high heels foot steps echoed, slowly approaching towards her.
"Your just a step sister, so you will marry him in my place." A soft voice said.
Eva's only crime was being an orphan born with green eyes always bullied and regarded as a monster and for the fact that she was a step child.
Eva was startled, tears rolled down her cheeks, at the sides her mother stood silent like a mute while her younger brother Luis was busy on his phone not affected by what was occurring in the middle of the night.
"I won't!" Eva exclaimed, her voice almost lost in the whirlwind of chaos. "I will not marry a man chosen for me by you or anyone else! I have dreams of my own!"
Mark narrowed her eyes and furrowed.
"Your dreams don't matter in this family, Eva. You are just a stepdaughter, a mere reflection of my glory. You will marry the that masked monster in place of my beloved daughter. Consider it as a way to pay off your depth of the amount l spent on you!"
A sharp clink of high-heeled footsteps echoed on the polished floor rotating around her, Bianca blatantly said.
"You must have been a killer or a witch in your previous life, that's why you have to suffer in this life, step sis!"
She looked a round contemplating what was going on, yet she was helpless. " Why does it always have to be me?" She biterly thought.
"Perhaps, dear sister, you should consider your place," cooed the soft, dulcet tones of Bianca again, the favored daughter, her voice laced with a mischievous edge.
Before she could say a word, Mark Ferrara, her step father pulled her , dragging her forcedly to her room and pushed Eva inside.
" You will stay locked in this room till tomorrow, your wedding day."