Hidwaan sa Dugo at Laman

Linda breathed heavily as she sat down watching. Frank, her brother-in-law, stood babbling loudly so that the occupiers in the whole mansion could hear him. He was banning out his intestine.

"A pauper will always be a pauper," he coined arrogantly. "You impoverished brat wishes to reap from where you never plow..." He added scowling  "...that won't be, whether you're the only benefactor to his will or not. But one thing is that I will make you pay. You will regret making him ever authorize your name as his only benefactor to the will. You won't even have the energy to drag my brother's properties with me," he rambled precisely. 

Linda gazed at the ugly grin on his face. She detected hatred and resentment as usual, before she took her face from him.

She blinked her brows in anger as her system couldn't stomach the insults ranted on her. She shook her head rapidly as she decided to respond to him.

"An empty barrel makes the loudest sound. This was your attitude that impelled your brother to will his properties to me, if you have any issues to formulate. You can go and meet him to complain," Linda retorted as she shrugged, looking sideways and ignored him hitherward.

The grin on his face tightened into humiliation. To cover up his shame, he smirked mischievously. His body shuddered as if pains were traded into his body. It hurt his ego and personality. He saw Linda as a nonentity and her retorting after his words was a dent to his image which made him boiled in anger. 

He wanted to hurt her by slapping or forcing her down until she begged him but he certainly knew he couldn't just do all that because of her crazy friends. 

"We shall know who will go and meet him between the two of us, you contaminated pig!" He yelled with an evil grin and grinned at her. That was one thing he could do right away. Then he stormed out.

Frank had never failed daily to lambast Linda for five months after the death of her husband who happened to be his elder brother. But Linda had been too mourning to ever respond to him, but until some minutes ago. She always allowed his tirades.

Hot tears swooped from her eyes. The reflection of her husband's portrayal engulfed her head and she riled.

"Richard, why have you failed in your vow to be there with me in every one of my trials?" she bewailed.

Her two personal maids walked up to her. Their faces were both welled with tears.

"Linda, you need to take it easy," Bee, one of her maids with a blonde and cute petite face said as she coiled to sit beside her.

She gently rubbed her shoulder as Linda sniffed.

Bee, as they always called her, was from one of the down countryside. Her full name was Benita George. She was the most respected and matured out of all Linda's maids.

Linda glanced at both of them and a pinching sob slipped out of her mouth.  

"Thank you," she finally said to both of them as she pulled them to her in a warm embrace and they sobbed together. 

Moment later, her phone buzzed. Sluggishly, she picked it up.

"Hey, girlfriend!" Sofia, one of her best friends, mumbled through the phone. 

Linda gently wiped her tears, she didn't want her friend to notice her bad evening.

"Hi, Softie girl," she replied in a murmur.

"Your voice sounds jaunt, are you alright?" Sofia said concerned and Linda knew out of all her friends, Sofia could be a mood catcher. 

She breathed in just to calm her nerves.  She didn't want her to know about her sober mood.

"We are about to cruise the city right now, get ready in fifteen minutes, or else, we will drag your ass out," Sofia decoded jovially and Linda knew what might be on her mind but she definitely wasn't in the mood to go anywhere. 

"I am not interested," she rejected.