KEIFER POV
I burst through the school gates, my lungs screaming for air, but the panic in my chest was louder.
"JAY-JAY!" I roared, my voice raw. I scanned the street, my eyes searching for any sign of her, any sign of life.
Felix stumbled toward me, his face a mess of tears and disbelief. He looked like he had just seen a ghost.
"We saw her, Keifer... we saw her get hit," Felix choked out, his voice trembling. "The impact... and then we couldn't see her anymore. She's just... gone."
My heart stopped. It felt like a physical blow to the gut, knocking the wind out of me. Gone? No. That's not possible. She can't just vanish into thin air after being hit.
"Fuck!" I growled, grabbing Felix by the collar of his uniform. "Search for her! She has to be around here somewhere! Look under the cars, look in the alleys—look everywhere!"
I pushed past him, my hands shaking as I started franticly checking the pavement. The world was spinning, and the smell of burnt rubber and asphalt was making me sick.
You can't do this to me, Jay-jay. You can't leave me in this hell alone.
"JAY-JAY! FUCK, JAY-JAY, ANSWER ME!"
I didn't care who was looking. I didn't care about my family or the inheritance or the fucking plan. If she was gone, none of it mattered. I would tear this city apart stone by stone until I found her. She had to be alive. She had to be.
Aries approached us, his face twisting in confusion as he took in the sight of Section E losing their minds in the middle of the street.
"What the fuck?" he spat, looking around. I didn't think he knew yet. He didn't have a clue that the world had just cracked open.
A car screeched to a halt nearby, and Percy scrambled out, his usual air of arrogance completely gone. His eyes were wide, darting around the pavement.
"Keifer, did you find her?" Percy asked, his voice tight.
I could only shake my head. The word was stuck in my throat, a suffocating weight that wouldn't let me speak.
"What happened?" Aries demanded, looking between us.
"Jay-jay... she got hit by a car, and now we can't find her," Yuri explained, his voice sounding hollow and defeated.
Aries froze. For a second, the world went silent. Then, his face darkened with a rage so sharp it felt like it could cut through the air.
"What?" Aries roared, his eyes flashing with a terrifying protective fire. "Then why the fuck are you just standing here? Search for my sister, damn it!"
"What do you think we're doing?!" I snapped back at him. My nerves were frayed to the point of snapping. Did he really think I was just standing here for the hell of it? Every second that passed felt like a drop of blood leaving my body.
"Enough!" Percy barked, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. He looked just as wrecked as the rest of us, but he was the only one trying to keep his head from exploding. "Let's go and search for her!"
He didn't have to tell me twice. I was already moving, my eyes scanning every inch of the road, every shadow, and every corner of the street. My heart was a frantic drum in my chest, a constant, painful reminder that while mine was still beating, I didn't know if hers was.
Jay... please. Don't do this. Don't hide from me now.
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JAY JAY POV
The sterile smell of disinfectant was the first thing that hit me, sharp and biting, making my head throb with a dull, rhythmic pain. I slowly blinked my eyes open, squinting against the harsh, blinding white light of the ceiling.
Where am I? I tried to sit up, but my body felt like it had been trampled by a stampede of elephants. I turned my head slightly, my vision blurry and unfocused.
"Hey, how are you feeling?" a voice asked.
I blinked again, waiting for the world to stop spinning. A man was standing by my bedside. He looked like he was in his late twenties, his expression hovering somewhere between concern and relief. He didn't look familiar, but then again, nothing did.
"Good... I'm sorry, but who are you?" I managed to croak out, my throat feeling like I'd swallowed sandpaper.
Before he could answer, the door swung open and a man in a white coat stepped in. A doctor. He checked the chart at the foot of my bed before looking up at me with a professional smile.
"Hi, Miss. How are you feeling?" he asked, mirroring the other man's question.
"I'm... I'm good," I replied, though the confusion in my chest was growing heavier by the second.
The doctor stepped closer, clicking his pen. "What is your name?"
I opened my mouth to answer, but nothing came out. I paused, waiting for the name to pop into my head. I waited for a second, then another. A minute passed in agonizing silence as I searched my brain, but it was like trying to grab smoke. Every corner of my mind was blank—a vast, empty white room with no doors and no windows.
"I'm sorry, but... I can't remember a thing," I whispered, my heart starting to race.
The doctor's eyebrows shot up, his gaze intensifying. "Nothing at all?"
I shook my head slowly, the cold realization sinking in. I didn't know who I was. I didn't know where I came from. My own name was a stranger to me, lost somewhere in the darkness behind my eyes.
"Luna Jay," the man said, his voice soft but firm, filling the empty silence of the room.
I repeated the name in my head, searching for any spark of recognition, any flicker of a memory attached to those syllables. But there was nothing. It was just a name, as foreign to me as the hospital gown I was wearing.
"That's your name, Luna," the man continued, leaning in slightly as if trying to help me bridge the gap. "Do you remember me? I'm your older brother."
I stared at him, taking in his features—the shape of his nose, the way his eyes softened when he looked at me. I searched for a connection, for that instinctive pull of family, but my mind remained a stubborn blank slate.
"My Kuya?" I asked, the word feeling strange on my tongue.
The man nodded, a look of relief crossing his face that he had finally given me a title to hold onto.
"Luan," the doctor interjected, his tone cautious as he looked at the man.
"She is my sister, Luke. Put it on the system," my supposed brother, Luan, commanded with an authority that left no room for argument.
The doctor lingered for a moment, his gaze shifting between us, before finally nodding and scribbling something down on his clipboard. In an instant, with just a few words, I had a name and a family—even if I felt like a ghost inhabiting someone else's life.
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LUAN POV
Everything happened so fast. One second, I was cruising down the road, my mind focused on the high-stakes meeting I was already running late for, and the next—a sickening thud.
Oh, shit.
I slammed on the breaks, the smell of burnt rubber filling the cabin as my heart plummeted into my stomach. I scrambled out of the car, my breath hitching when I saw her lying there on the asphalt. She was just a kid, a student.
Before I could even process the shock, I heard the heavy sound of the school gates bursting open. A swarm of students started pouring out of the building like a restless tide. Panic flared in my chest. I couldn't stay here; I couldn't deal with the chaos and the questions, not when every second counted.
Without thinking, I scooped her up—she was surprisingly light, like a broken bird—and laid her across the backseat of my car. I got back behind the wheel and peeled away toward the nearest hospital, my knuckles white against the leather.
As I glanced at her through the rearview mirror, my heart did a painful somersault. She looked so much like her. She looked just like Luna.
I gripped the steering wheel so hard I thought it might snap under my hands. The familiar, bitter rage began to simmer in my gut, mixing with the guilt. If it wasn't for those bastards, my real sister would still be alive right now. If things had been different, maybe Luna would have been wearing that same uniform, going to that same school, and living the life she deserved.
I looked at the unconscious girl again. I didn't know who she was or who was looking for her, but in that moment, seeing Luna's ghost in her face, I knew I couldn't let her go. I wouldn't let another sister slip through my fingers.
As soon as I had her admitted and the doctors took over, I stepped into the hallway and dialed my assistant.
"Dan, I need everything on the girl I just brought in. Background, family, connections—don't leave a single stone unturned," I commanded, my voice dropping to a low, cold professional tone.
It didn't take long for the results to hit my inbox. I leaned against the hospital wall, scrolling through the digital file.
Jasper Jean Fernandez Mariano. Goes by Jay-jay.
My eyes narrowed as I read further. Engaged to Yuri Hanamitchi. It was the same old story I had seen a thousand times before—a calculated arrangement between the Fernandez and Hanamitchi families. The Hanamitchis provided the capital to prop up the failing Fernandez company, and in exchange, they got a bride.
I let out a sharp, mocking sigh. Classic Hanamitchi move. They were like vultures, always swooping in to get what they wanted, even if it meant destroying lives and selling off a young girl like a piece of property.
The file noted she attended HVIS, specifically Section E. I paused, memories of that school flickering in the back of my mind. I could have sworn Section E was a dumping ground exclusively for rowdy boys. What was a girl like her doing in the middle of that pack of wolves?
As I dug into her previous school records, a smirk began to tug at the corner of my lips. This Jay-jay was definitely no damsel in distress. Her disciplinary history was a damn battlefield: punched a boy, stabbed a classmate with a pencil, nearly sent another to the morgue. She didn't just survive; she fought back.
But then, I saw it. The link that made my blood run cold.
The report showed a heavy connection between her and Keifer, the future heir to the Watson empire. My smile died instantly, replaced by a grimace of pure disgust. I'd heard the rumors circulating in the upper circles—that Keifer Watson was playing some twisted game, using a girl as a pawn to get back at Aries Fernandez.
It all clicked into place. The pieces of the puzzle fit together with a sickening crunch. She wasn't just a victim of a car accident; she was the centerpiece of a war she probably didn't even understand.
I looked through the glass of the hospital room at the girl lying so still on the bed. If she stayed Jay-jay, she was nothing more than a target for the Hanamitchis and a tool for the Watsons. But if she stayed Luna... if she stayed with me... she wouldn't have to be either.
I saw her starting to stir, her eyes fluttering open as she tried to make sense of the room. I stepped inside, my heart hammering against my ribs, and asked her how she was feeling.
"Fine," she murmured, her voice small and airy.
I stood there, the weight of the file in my pocket felt like lead. I wanted to ask her about her life, about the Hanamitchis and the mess she was in. I wanted to know if she actually wanted to go back to that den of vipers. Deep down, I was praying for her to say no—to give me a reason to keep her.
Then Luke came in, clicking his pen and falling into his doctor persona. He started asking her the standard orientation questions, the kind designed to check for head trauma. My breath hitched when the silence stretched on.
She didn't remember. Not a single thing.
Good.
A wave of dark relief washed over me. The slate was clean. The girl who was a pawn for the Watsons and a prize for the Hanamitchis was gone, buried under the blunt force of my fender.
"Put her name down as Luna Jay," I told Luke, my voice leaving no room for a second opinion.
It was probably a stupid move to let her keep a piece of her old life—the Jay from a past that nearly killed her—and stitch it onto my sister's name. But I needed her to have something, a fragment of her identity that wasn't touched by the darkness of the Fernandez or Section E.
For now, that name would have to be enough. She wasn't Jasper Jean anymore. She was my sister. She was Luna.
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