Mistaken by the Billionaire Marquess

CHAPTER 1: Ruined Vacation

- LIA -

AS I LOST my posture and calmness, I started hitting the door so that I could escape.

"I said, stop the car!" I shouted from the top of my lungs.

The driver, for the first time, turned to me and looked. "Shut up, conniving woman. You're gonna pay for what you did to the family," he said with a cold voice before turning his head to focus on the road.

Confused and still panicking, I screamed, "What the hell are you saying? Stop this goddamn car! Now!"

Of course, he didn't stop the car. He pretended not to hear my screams.

I continued hitting and kicking the door and the window with anything that I could use. I also started kicking the driver. I scratched his face, thinking that I can stop him from driving.

How did everything come down to this? I was just having my relaxing time earlier.

Relaxing in a sandy shore under the gentle light of the sun made my body filled with contentment and joy. After months of drowning myself in her profiling job, I finally have a time to spend time with myself and temporarily cut the reality that I still have a lot of work to do after a month of vacation.

I let out a relieved sigh and proceeded on drinking her fresh caña. Wondering my eyes around the place, I can see a lot of people of different ages playing under the sun and splashing water from the beach.

"This is life. Running and playing in a beach, not investigating and talking to criminals inside an office," I thought to myself.

Although I might seem to hate my job, it's my passion. It's just there are a lot of times that my job can be draining and toxic that I ended up throwing hate words to it. However, in the end, I will still go back to her profiling job that I love the most.

After some time of watching the other beachgoers, I suddenly felt like there is a pair of eyes looking at my. I can feel that someone is staring at me from afar. Being a person with a strong gut feeling and curiosity, I looked around to see where those eyes are coming from.

From a distance, a set of eyes covered with sunglasses caught my attention.

It was a man. From the built of it, he seems to be in his late 20s or early 30s. He's tall, maybe a 6-footer. He has a tan skin and blond hair – maybe also a tourist. His blue cargo shorts blended well to his body.

And his biceps? Oh boy, I want to be headlocked with those.

My eyes lingered on his half-naked body. He has the body of a model. Although I can't see his because of the sunglasses he is wearing, the half part of his face that is uncovered is enough for me to say that he is a well good-looking man.

I unconsciously licked my drying lips while staring at him.

He's kind of far from where I am sitting. I smiled at him without being sure if he is really staring at me or I'm just being delusional. My smile stayed for a few seconds. I thought he's going to smile back. However, he turned his back to me and started walking away.

Before my eye left him, I saw him pulled his phone from his pocket and called someone.

Disappointed, I stood up and get my things. Maybe it will be better for me to go home now.

I put on my oversized maroon shirt and my leather shorts. While finishing my drink, I started walking away from the shore, with the unknown hot man still occupying my mind.

"13.75's the total, miss," the cashier told me after scanning all of the items that I bought. While getting my purse, I felt like someone stood behind me. I didn't mind it at first. However, after giving my payment to the cashier, I felt like the person behind me was staring at me.

I looked at my back, and to my shock, it was the hot man at the beach a while ago!

Now that he's much closer, I can see a lot of details in this body. His clean face, maybe a newly shaved one, is perfect. He has a sharp jaw and a pointed nose. Like earlier, he is still wearing sunglasses and I can't take a good look of his eye. I wonder what color they are.

My eyes dropped down to his body. I was disappointed when I saw that he was not half-naked like before. If ever, I was thinking of taking a closer look of his well-defined abs, and maybe touch them, if he permits. His biceps are bulging from the sleeves of his shirt. They look hot and delicious, like they're asking me to taste them and–

"Ma'am, here's your change."

The voice of the female cashier turned me back to reality. I was almost fantasizing this man over here that I forgot about what I was doing. Oh, God. Am I whipped?

I extended my arm to the cashier to get my change and receipt. After that, I carried the eco-bag with my things in it.

For the last time, I looked at the man and smiled at him. I think this will be the last time I will saw him. Spain is a somehow a huge country. Finding him alone here will be difficult. What more if he is also a tourist? The chance of meeting him again goes down to less than 5%.

I want him to at least smile back at me. I'm sure it will make my day, and the next days that will come.

But, like earlier, his face didn't even move an inch.

My heart dropped at the fact that I won't be able to see him again, and here we are, not having a decent interaction.

Pouting, I stopped for a taxi to reach the hotel where I'm currently staying. My bad mood was evident on my face. I'm sure that the taxi driver was looking at me with furrowed eyebrows because my eyebrows are furrowed, too.

"Where are we going, Señora?" the driver asked me with a hint of irritation in his voice. His tone added to the bad mood I am feeling today. Can he just ask me nicely and not irritate me more?

I answered the driver without looking at him. My eyes are looking outside of the taxi. My mind is still thinking about the man I like that doesn't even smile back at me.

How hard is it for him to smile back? If smiling is expensive, I will not wonder why he didn't smile back, but smiling is free!

At the back of my mind, I'm wishing that destiny will give me another chance to meet him. I will make sure that I will make the most out of that interaction.

I sighed and looked at the buildings we passed while travelling back to the hotel. However, after some minutes of looking outside, I noticed that the buildings outside are different from what I am usually seeing when I travel from the store to hotel.

This is a different route!

Panicking, I turned my face to the taxi drive and asked, "This is a different route, señor."

The driver is still looking at the road. He didn't even bother to look at me from the rearview mirror. "This is the shorter route, Señora," he said in a monotone voice.

Annoyed, I answered him. "I don't want the shorter route. Drive back now to the normal route to the hotel," I demanded.

Instead of driving back to the usual route, the driver sped up the taxi. The acceleration was so sudden that my back hit the seat at huge force. My panic rose and I started screaming at him.

"Slow down! You're gonna get us killed! Just stop this car and I will book another taxi!" I shouted, my panic being evident on every word I said.

The driver is still silent. As I lost my posture and calmness, I started hitting the door so that I could go out.

"I said, stop the car!" I shouted from the top of my lungs.

The driver, for the first time, turned to me and looked. "Shut up, conniving woman. You're gonna pay for what you did to the family," he said with a cold voice.

Confused and still panicking, I screamed, "What the hell are you saying? Stop this goddamn car! Now!"

Of course, he didn't stop the car. I continued hitting and kicking the door and the window with anything that I could use. I also started kicking the driver. I scratched his face, thinking that I can stop him from driving.

The driver hurriedly used one of his hands to block my hands. My left hand reached for eyes and I tried to pierce them, while my right hand reach for the steering wheel.

Forcing myself to control the car, I kicked his crotch. However, the kick was unsuccessful that my foot ended up striking his belly.

The driver lost his grip on the steering wheel. I grabbed that opportunity to control the car and make a u-turn while using my elbow to strike his face.

When I successfully placed the car on the opposite route, I clicked on auto-pilot and punched the face of the driver while trying to find the button to unlock the door.

"Damn you!" he exclaimed before covering my mouth and nose with a handkerchief.

Chloroform!

Before he could cover everything, I opened my mouth and bit his hand.

He screamed because of pain. I clicked a certain button while kicking the door of the driver's seat.

Seeing the light, I hurriedly ran, not minding the ocean of cars driving in my surroundings.

On my way to reach the other side of the rode, I felt a hard thing hit my neck and arm. Then, everything went black.

My whole body is aching, especially my neck. I can't open my eyes fully. The light hurts my eyes that I have to keep it close. I tried moving my arms, and then my legs. Thankfully, I can still move.

After some minutes of trying to open my eyes, I finally was able to see the whole place I'm in.

It was a place new to me – very unfamiliar. The elegant structure of the walls screams wealth. The whole room is huge, and I'm sure that it's much bigger that my whole house back in my country.

Even if it is difficult, I managed to stand up. The bed where I was lying earlier is also huge, probably a king size one. The whole room is in neutral colors, mostly black and white. I walked towards the large drawer and opened it. Surprisingly, there's nothing inside. It is as if no one is using this room.

While looking around the room, I suddenly realized that I don't know where I am right now. I rushed to the door, tried to open it. However, it was locked from the outside. I tried kicking it, thinking that I might be able to destroy it. But knowing the structure of this room, I'm sure that this door is made from a dense and strong material that kicking it with force for multiple times will not do any damage.

Next, I rushed to the window I saw on the other side of the room. I looked down, thinking that I can escape if I will try to jump down.

My blood almost stopped circulating when I saw how high I am from the ground. Just imagining me jumping from that height makes my whole body hurts. I can already feel how broken my bones will be once I did that.

I shook my head at the thought. I might be able to escape this room if I will jump, but I'm sure that I will die immediately when I reached the ground.

I was about to close the window when I heard a clicking sound. I looked at my back and I saw the door slowly opening.

My hands flew to my mouth when I saw who entered the room.

"So, my conniving ex-girlfriend is already awake," a deep baritone sound scattered across the whole room.

My eyes widened when I realized who this person is. It was the man from the beach earlier!

"Who are you? Why am I here? This kidnapping! I can sue you for this!" I shouted at him.

"Besides, what ex-girlfriend? I don't even know who you are!" I added. I am very upset at him. He kidnapped me, and now, he is saying that I am his ex-girlfriend. Is he insane?

"Now, you're denying that you were my ex-girlfriend. Why? Feeling pure just because you married another rich guy?" he asked, making me more confused.

He was not my ex-boyfriend. I didn't even have a boyfriend in my whole life! I don't have a husband!

And I am not feeling pure! I. AM. PURE!

"Let's see if you can still deny that fact," he said and threw a frame to me.

My eyes widened when I saw the picture in the frame. In the picture, there was a guy – the man in front of me. But, there was a lady beside him. She is wearing an elegant black dress that I'm sure I will not wear in my whole life.

And... this lady. She looks like me!

CHAPTER 2: Compare

- LIA -

My eyes were stuck on the photo that the man is holding. I can't believe it! She really looks like me!

We have the same eye shape and eye color, both eyes are rounded and black. We have the same small nose and lips. If I was a different person, I will really think that this woman in the photo is me, or a twin.

Wait... do I have a twin?

I shook my head at that thought. That's not impossible. I don't know who my parents are. This lady might be my twin, without me knowing.

Thinking that I have a twin, I might meet my true family!

I want to laugh at myself because of that thought. Happenings in real life isn't the same as the happenings in the movie. This man might be making fun of me. The lady might be a photoshopped one. I might not have a twin.

"Let me see this," I said as I grabbed the photo from the bed.

I tried to look for the flaws in the picture. There has to be something here that isn't right. I'm sure I can find something from this photo that can be an evidence that it is not me.

I can almost kiss the photo because it is so near to my face. I want to see every little detail that this woman has in the photo.

I looked at the man in front of me. He is staring at me, with his bloodshot eyes. It looks like he is going to hurt or kill me in any second.

If this man is the ex-boyfriend of the woman in this picture, that looks like me, why is he so mad? Did this woman do a lot of bad things to this man?

I want to pity him; however, he is currently thinking that I am his ex-girlfriend, which is not true. I'm sure that he is ready to catch me if ever I will do something bad or wrong, and use it against me. From the looks of his face, I can say that he has his guards up.

"Do you have any other photos of this woman? The more, the better," I asked him, hiding the nervousness because I am now starting to feel scared of him.

He smirked at me, as if I said something funny. "Why do you more of those? Isn't that picture enough to say that you are really that woman?"

"Or you just using it to buy more time to find a better excuse and lie?" he added. He is spitting those words as if those are insults.

I raised my left eyebrow at his question. "Excuse me, Mr. Whoever You Are. I'm not asking for more photos just so I can find an excuse."

I crossed my arms and continue speaking. "I want more photos because I think you're insane, and this picture is edited. Besides, why would I need think for excuse and lie? I don't need to lie, because I already told you that I am not your ex-girlfriend. Meaning, I am not this woman in the picture."

He spat out an insulting laugh. He laughs like I am saying the most insane thing in the world, even if he is really the one insane between the two of us.

He raised his two hands like he wants to surrender. "Okay, okay. I can't believe you will get to this point just so you can run away from your crimes," he said that made me raise my eyebrow more. "Okay, I'll get more pictures. More pictures than you can imagine."

He walked towards the door. I ran towards him because I want to go out. But he is fast. He successfully locked me at the room, again, before I can even reach the door.

I hissed at him because of annoyance.

Waiting for him to comeback from getting the pictures I wanted is so boring, and it increases my anxiety. I walked back and forth from the door to the window while waiting for him and thinking about who the hell is the woman on the photo, and why that woman looks like me.

I am 100% sure that I am not that woman. It's impossible. I haven't met that man in my life. I didn't have a boyfriend, or a fling, or a husband.

Base on the photo that the man showed to me earlier, the photo was taken in Plaza de la Reina. That is located in Valencia, here in Spain. I haven't been to Spain. This is my first time to visit this country, so if this is the case, I can say that I am not that woman.

Also, the picture has a date and time on it. It was taken on November 2023. What was I doing during that date?

I tried to squeeze my brain, thinking back to what was happening on my life on November 2020.

November 2020. I was in my senior year in college. I'm sure that during that month, I'm finishing our thesis. Why would I be in Spain, travelling and feeling happy with my "boyfriend" if I have a thesis to finish? Also, I'm sure that I'm currently on my on-the-job-training at the time. I can remember myself breaking down every night because I have a lot of school requirements to do and the company that I am working for my OJT doesn't even follow the work hours given to us!

I want to curse that woman if she is just in front of me. Slap her and pin her face to the ground because I am in this mess because of her!

I was in the middle of being angry at the woman when the door suddenly opened. The man entered with a worn-out book in his hand. He handed it to me. When I already touched the book, he suddenly removed his hand like I have a contagious disease and he doesn't want to be infected.

"Open that book and see if you can still deny your identity," he said as he sat on the one-man sofa beside the bed.

I stared at the book for a long time. It looks old. No... not old, rather, it looks like someone destroyed it and left it in a dirty place for a long time.

"Why does it look like this?" I asked while flipping through the pages.

"I already asked the maid to throw that out and burn that together with the other photo albums," he answered with a bored voice.

Although I want to ask him why this is still in his possession and not burned like the others, I can't open my mouth to speak. The more I flip through the pages, the more confuse I got. Every photo of the woman is the same; she still looks like me. Even if the photo was taken in a different angle, it still looks like me.

"You're quiet. Can't find an excuse to say?" the man asked when he noticed that I have been quiet for some minutes.

I didn't answer him, rather, my mind was busy on looking for the very small differences me and that woman has.

After a couple of minutes, I looked at the man.

Although this woman looks like me, we still have differences that a normal person cannot see if he will not observe properly.

"This woman is not me. I am not your ex-girlfriend," I said firmly and threw the book to his face.

Maybe he has fast reflexes because he was able to catch the album before it landed on his face. Now, he looks more furious than before.

"Really, Dennise?" I furrowed my eyebrows when I heard a name I have never heard before. "Denying the truth even if it's already in front of your eyes? Did your head hurt somewhere that you forgot who you are?"

I walked closer to him and look at his eyes with full determination.

"My name is not Dennise. Don't call me that name. I can tell you a lot of things that will prove that I am not that ex-girlfriend of yours," I told him, starting to get irritated.

He spat out another laugh even if his eyes are bloodshot. "Go on. Tell me more of your lies."

'That woman, in every angle, doesn't have a mole under her right eye," I told him. I point the mole under my right eye and continue talking, "I have one here. Come and scratch it if you think this is fake."

"A single mole is not enough to te-", I cut off his word.

"Shh. I'm not done," I told him. I pout my lips, as if I am going to kiss him, making him move back a little.

"I also have a mole on my upper lips. Again, you can scratch it if you think it is fake," I challenged him. "Besides, I'm sure you know how that Dennise's lips looks like. I'm sure you had kissed her a lot of times and you will know that she doesn't have a mole on her lips."

He was quiet for some moment, staring at my lips. I continue saying more proofs.

"That woman, although her hair was curly like mine, it is not as frizzy as my hair. Her canine teeth are not as sharp as mine," I said as I showed him my canine teeth.

He was about to answer me when we heard a knock on the door. He threw the album on the bed and he walked towards the door. When he opened it, a woman wearing a maid outfit greet us.

"Don, señor y señora estan aqui. Te estan buscando," the maid told the man. I can understand a little Spanish, but not this one!

"Bueno. Los conocere," the man replied. All I understand on what he said is "well".

As the maid left, the man looked back at me. His eyes are still bloodshot as ever, with another emotion that I can't figure out.

"My parents are already here. You don't know what they can do to you. So, if you still love your life, better tell the truth, and tell them where the necklace is," he said before leaving and locking me alone in the room.

I was stunned at his word. He said that I don't know what they can do to me. Why does that sound like a threat?

I can't just wait here for him to return. I'm sure that when he comes back, his parents will be here. God knows what will happen to me!

I need to escape!

I looked around, again, looking for a way out. I can't use the door. Even if I'm able to leave the room by the door, I can't leave immediately because I don't know the way out of the house.

I ran towards the window I saw earlier.

Gulping, my mind is saying that I should jump down so that I can escape. However, there was a small voice inside of me saying that I will get hurt I do that.

But I will still get hurt even if I don't jump right? Those people... They will not believe any word I will say even if I have physical proofs that I am not that Dennise. I'm sure they will hurt me, or worse, torture me just so I can tell them the truth that they want to hear, which is not the truth for me.

I took a deep breath. I will escape this place no matter what. I will escape even if that means I will break my leg. From the look of that man, I'm sure that his threats earlier are not bluffs.

As I close my eyes, I can feel my body falling from a great height. When I finally hit something hard, I whole body felt like it's been electrocuted.

When I open my eyes, I felt a strong pain on my legs. It hurts so much that even if I want to scream, I can't do it. The pain was overtaking all of my energy that I don't have a voice to shout anymore.

Damn! This is the highest one I've jump! I never did this in our operations!

Touching my leg and my back that also hurts, I tried standing up. Fortunately, I was able to do it. I can walk, but every time I will move it, the pain became worse that I have to stop.

As I walk towards the small wall, I heard footsteps coming to my way. Panicking, I rushed towards the wall I'm sure I can climb. Every step I make adds to the pain my body is feeling.

I don't know why, but the footsteps I can hear are so loud even if I can see them. Did I damage my eardrums when I jump?

When I reach the wall, I started jumping up and down while trying to reach the top of it. Every jump is like a torture to my whole body, adding to the pain I am already experiencing.

Finally, I was able to reach the top of the wall after several attempts. I pushed my body to the top even if the gravity and the pain was taking over my whole body. When I can already see the road, I jumped down, giving another electric feeling to my backbone. I felt like I touched something grounded.

When my feet finally landed on the road, I continue running towards a direction I don't know where will lead me to.

I don't know where I'm going. All I know is I have to leave and be away from that place as soon as possible.

CHAPTER 3: Alike

- LIA -

Fast moving cars in the road greeted me after minutes of running. I don't even need a mirror to say that I look like trash. I can feel the eyes of the people walking pass me; maybe they find it weird that I am soaking in my sweat and that my clothes are full of dirt, or they are worried because it looks like something bad happened to me, which is the case.

I waved my hand to stop for a taxi. After I entered the car, I told the driver to stop at my hotel. The driver was looking at me like he wants to ask a question. However, after moments of staring at me, he decided to shut his mouth and started driving.

I wish that this time, this is a true taxi.

My feet felt numb, maybe because I just ran for a couple of minutes, thinking that someone is chasing me. My knee, which hurts a lot earlier, felt fine. I thought my knee joints dislocated when I jumped earlier.

I can't believe I'm still alive after jumping such large height. It's an additional for my experiences.

I laugh at that thought. I can't really believe that I forced myself to do that. I can't even jump from the top of five stairs to the bottom, yet I jumped from what I think is the 2nd floor of that house.

The driver looked at me from the rearview mirror with a confuse face. It looks like he is thinking that I am insane because I was laughing alone, even when there's nothing funny going on.

I coughed a little to ease the awkwardness inside the taxi and just focused my eyes on the road. Thankfully, the driver was going for the usual route to my hotel. I let out a sigh of relief when my eyes finally see the hotel I am currently staying.

The driver stopped the taxi. He looked back at me and said, "13 euros, doña."

I touched the side of my pants, looking for my purse. I was stunned when I didn't feel anything. My wallet is missing!

The driver coughed a little bit. I looked back at him and gave him an awkward smile. I signaled him to wait.

Damn it! That man must have stolen my wallet!

I also realized that the things I have bought earlier are also not with me. Even my sling bag that has my umbrella and handkerchief is missing!

Fortunately, I always have spare money hidden on my scrunchie.

"Do you have scissors?" I asked the driver while I removed my scrunchie on my hair.

The driver looked at me confused. He didn't understand what I said, but I don't know how to say that question in Spanish!

Instead of answering verbally, I posed my fingers in to a "peace" sign and moved the two fingers away and towards each other, like how a scissor works.

"Aah," the driver nodded, signaling that he understood what I meant. "Si," he replied.

He opened a small compartment beside him and got the scissors that I need. He handed it to me. I grabbed it from him and cut a small hole in my scrunchie. I need to have another scrunchie for my money, or maybe I can just stitch this.

When I got the money and paid him, I left the taxi and hurriedly run towards the hotel. I entered the elevator and picked my floor.

I sighed heavily. I can't believe about what happened today. There was this guy who claims that I am his ex-girlfriend, and there was this lady who looks like me!

I closed my eyes and take several deep breaths. In the back of my mind, something was telling me that I needed to go to the hospital and have my self checked by doctors. However, another one was telling me that I'm okay because I can't feel anything wrong with my body. I chose the latter.

I heard a 'ding!" and I left the elevator. I walked fast towards my hotel room. I can feel that my body wants me to rest as soon as possible, and I need my soft bed to be comfortable.

When I input the code, I locked it and jumped to my bed. So cozy.

I can feel my body getting comfortable to the warmth that the bed gives to me. However, I can't sleep. I tried closing my eyes and counting sheep, but nothing is working.

Laying on the bed, I glanced at the table beside me and I saw my phone. Maybe I just need someone to talk to.

I opened my messenger and I saw that there were a lot of missed calls. Some were from my friends back in my country, while most of them came from my best friend, Althea.

I clicked the option "video call" and waited for her to respond.

"Bakla!" she shouted as she answered my call. "Kanina pa kita tinatawagan!" (I've been calling you since earlier!)

"Hi, Althea!" I greeted her. "Sorry, I wasn't able to answer your calls. Something happened earlier."

"Yeah, it looks like something really happened. Ang chaka ng mukha mo, girl!" (You look messed up, girl!)

From laying, I sit on my bed and rest my back on the headboard. "You won't believe what I've gone through today. Para akong mabababaliw." (I feel like I'm going insane.)

I told Althea about everything that happened. From the man I saw in the beach, to the taxi driver who kidnapped me, to the woman who look exactly like me, to how I escape that house. I didn't miss any information. I gave her every little detail that I can remember.

"Oh my goodness! Is that legit?" she asked. Her jaw dropped every time I gave her another information about my happened.

"Yes! Even me, I can't even believe it!" I answered her.

"You know, I read an article before that a person has seven look-alikes in the world. But not to the point that they really look alike!" she added while she wipes her forehead.

I replied to her. "If you see her photo, you will really think that that girl is me. I swear. I even got chills when I first saw it."

I opened my laptop. I tried searching for that Dennise online. However, I only have her first name. It will be difficult, and it will take a lot of time for me to find her. I even tried uploading my own photo in Google Images, hoping that one link that can lead me to Dennise will pop up. But after minutes of searching, every link always leads to me.

"I don't really know what to say about this, ha? But do you remember the photo that Yvette sent on our GC when they went to Tarragona?" she asked.

I stopped at her question. I do remember that Yvette, one of our friends, went to Tarragona last year. She sent us a lot of photos from her vacation that I can't pinpoint what photo Althea is talking about.

"What photo?" I asked her.

Althea wrinkled her nose. "Ulyanin ka na!" (You're forgetful!)

"Open our GC. The one named sinigang na fries, then search the word Tarragona in the conversation. Yvette sent a picture of a woman who looks like you! Don't you remember? Or you weren't able to read her message?" she added.

I immediately opened the group chat and searched for the conversation Althea is talking about. I can't remember Yvette sending a photo like that, so I must have skipped that part when reading messages.

After some moments of backreading in our group's conversation, I finally saw the picture.

My jaw dropped. I was the woman named Dennise in the photo. He is still with a man in the photo. However, this time, it was a different man. The man looks way older than Dennise. They were outside a Gucci shop. Dennise was carrying her purse while the man was just standing beside her. There are also men in suits, which looks like their bodyguards, carrying several paper bags from different luxury brands.

"Did you already find it? The man looks old, right?" Althea asked. "Mukhang sugar daddy ni ate girl 'yan." (He looks like the lady's sugar daddy.)

"Yeah," that's all that I can say since I was busy reading the messages.

*Yvette sent a photo*

Yvette: Mahal @Maria Mahalia, nandito ka pala sa Spain, 'di ka man lang nagsabi. (You didn't even tell me you're in Spain.)

Jhoan: Si Lia ba 'yan? E'di ba naghohost siya ng workshop ngayon? (Is that Lia? I thought she was hosting a workshop right now?)

Jerome: Parang hindi naman si Lia 'yan. Baka kamukha lang. (I think that's not Lia. Maybe just a look-alike.)

Celsi: Gaga @Yvette. Kasama ko ngayon si Lia. Nasa Tagaytay kami ngayon for workshop. (Stupid @Yvette. I'm with Lia right now. We're in Tagaytay for the workshop.)

Yvette: Hala, hindi nga si Mahal. Tinawag na Dennise 'yung babae, eh. (Oh, it's not really Mahal [Lia]. Someone called the lady by the name Dennise.)

Celsi: Gurang na 'yung lalaki HAHAHAHA. Mukhang sugar daddeh. (The man looks so old HAHAHAHA. He looks like a sugar daddy.)

Jhoan: Swerte ni ate girl, may taga-bayad ng luho. (Girl's so lucky, she has someone to pay for her luxuries.)

Yvette: Nakakairita naman 'yung boses nung Dennise. Parang naipit na itik HAHAHA. (That Dennise's voice is so irritating. It sounds like a squashed duck.)

Jerome: Ang weird, parang si Lia talaga 'yung babae. (It's weird, the lady really looks like Lia.)

More messages went on after that. Yvette also sent a video of Dennise and the other man walking towards a car.

If I can find who that man is, I'm sure that I can also find that Dennise. I need to talk to Yvette about it. Maybe, she can also help me with this problem. Her family has lots of connection in Spain. I'm sure they can find information about the old man or Dennise.

I have a lot of questions. First, why does that Dennise looks like me? Second, why does that man is so eager to find Dennise? Lastly, why does that man is so angry at his ex-girlfriend?