Grace“ The PR is taking down the articles and pulling the video from social media. They will be done soon but I think the damage is already done. ” Tristin sighs, closing his eyes.I look down at his face. I am still trying to understand how his head actually landed in my lap. I scratch my ear and hum. “ How did the video release? From what I know Lily is still…kind of missing? ”“ That wench is not as smart as I thought. She made sure my cousin had a copy of the video in case she went missing. She used it as leverage to keep herself safe all this time. But Carlos didn’t wait for whatever she had in mind. As soon as he gathered enough people to back him at the company, he released the video to weaken my position. ” He grumbles, moving his head to rest in a comfortable position.My hands hang in the air as I blink a few times. “ Uh…Carlos? Your cousin wants to— ”Tristin snorts. “ He wishes. He can bring hell to Earth and he still won’t be able to become the CEO of our business. At m
TristinShe looks at peace when she is asleep. I stare up at her face, filling my heart with the sight of her. I didn’t realize that I was that into her until she left and I had to spend all this time without meeting her or hearing her voice. My hand reaches for her cheek, caressing her skin. She shudders in her sleep, shifting her head on the headrest. My phone vibrates in my pocket, grabbing my attention. Sighing, I sit and pick up Luca’s call.It felt good to place my head in her lap and pretend that the world is not on fire but I must go back to that nightmare now.“ Boss, you were right. That girl didn’t approach Ms. Whitlock by chance. ” Luca reveals. He’s been investigating this new girl who has appeared by Grace’s side, pretending to be her soulmate, best friend. Grace is too innocent to understand that nothing of that sort exists in this world.“ It was him? ” I rise from the couch and walk towards the glass wall in her apartment.The rain has stopped but the temperature
GraceWhen I wake up the next morning, Tristin is already gone. There is no trace of him left in my apartment, other than his lingering cologne.For some reason, it makes me sad. He could have stayed to say goodbye, or at least left a note but there is nothing.I sulk in the shower, in the kitchen as I prepare my coffee, and in the lounge as I flip through different channels. It’s the weekend and I don’t have anything to do. Maybe, I should call Celine and see what she is doing today.I ponder over it for a while before I pick up my phone and open the messaging app. But, my fingers freeze on my screen when I see a new message from an unknown number.—You look beautiful when you sleep, Little Butterfly.An unconscious smile touches my lips. An image is attached under the message.As the picture loads, my eyes narrow into slits. Asshole! I huff. It’s me, in bed, pouting, and my hair all over the place. Does this look beautiful to Tristin? As my fingers move across the keyboard typing
GraceSo many people have found out about me staying here somehow. It’s time I change this place too and find somewhere else to go.But then…How far can I run before they hunt me down again? How much time can I spend hiding only for someone to start threatening me again? I ponder, standing on the sidewalk and staring at the Cafe in front of me. The night has fallen and the streets have turned cold. The glass wall of the Cafe gives the perfect view of my parents sitting on the table. Like me, they are also staring back at me. The disdain in their eyes is so clear even here.Standing on the dark side, I heave a heavy breath and narrow my eyes. Now, how do I go about this? If I give them money and let them know I am scared of their threats, they will continue using my weaknesses against me.Maybe, I should use Lily as a bargaining chip. I can tell them that I know where she is and she will only be alright as long as they leave me alone.That will bring about two results.A—They wil
Grace“ What— ” I yelp, finding my lost voice. It’s scratchy and weak, but I can speak.“ Oh finally, Ms. Whitlock. It turns out you needed a little motivation before talking to me. ” The man on the other side laughs again.Tears well in my eyes but they don’t fall. I croak in a quivering voice, “ who…who…are you? ”“ That’s not the right question, Ms. Whitlock. ” He says, sounding all happy and calm. “ You should ask what do I want from you? ” The fist in my hair tightens, breaking a few of my strands. Tears leak out of my eyes at last, as the pain increases in my scalp.“ What…do you…want? ” My throat hurts. It’s like someone slammed a fist in it and now I can not talk without a pause or without feeling like my throat is bleeding.“ It’s simple, Ms. Whitlock. I just want you to convince your boyfriend to call off the shareholder meeting. ” His voice becomes sharp in the speaker.Boyfriend? I want to shake my head, but I can’t dare to.“ I…have…no… ”“ I am talking about Tristin Rob
TristinI stare at the people sitting around the conference table, all waiting for me to start talking or to give them a chance to talk.But I can’t do anything.I stare at the screen of my phone.It’s been three days—three days since I failed to protect Grace and she disappeared.One more failure. Another person I care about is gone. I know who did it, but I have been sitting here like a fool, instead of turning the world upside down to find her and bring her back to my side. Panic threatens to bubble in my throat but I push it down, hide it behind the facade of indifference. People stare at me, trying to gauge my emotions, but all they meet is ice. Yet, my heart is…Burning.Every second that passes brings me closer to losing my grip on my sanity.I tell myself that I just need a little time. And it sounds similar again. The phone on the table starts ringing, and my cold hand reaches for it. I pick it up and place it against my ear.Heavy breathing sounds from the speaker. My mu
GraceIn life…I always found myself surprised by little things.Any truth, any secret, any incident could make me go still or start panicking and shock would take over.But as the call disconnects and Carlos’ laughter filters through the speaker of the other phone…I struggle to feel surprised. It’s love, he said. He can’t forget about me because…He loves me.I should have been shocked and in denial at the confession that came so suddenly. But I am not. Instead, my heart is pounding inside my chest, trying to break out of my ribcages. It’s like I knew he loved me but couldn’t believe it before and now I do. Because he says he loves me. The masked men leave us to our state, and retreat into the corner, sitting on a table, playing poker.Tristin said he would come soon. And I believe him. That’s why…I sit still and watch Celine. The cold, damp air of the warehouse gnaws at my skin, making the sting of the cuts and bruises on my arms even worse. Tristin’s words have acted like a
GraceTristin’s arms tighten around me, pulling me close, his breath warm against my ear.I try to see what has happened, who was shot, but Tristin doesn’t let me. “ Stay still. ” He whispers. “ Just stay like this. ” I breathe in his masculine cologne and feel his heart beating in sync with mine. It feels like the chaos has ended. I am safe now. Nothing more will happen. I pant against his chest and close my eyes. The pain in my body is slowly starting to register in my head and…It hurts like hell. Running footsteps sound around me. I open my eyes and forcefully pull my head out of Tristin’s chest.The masked man is limping towards the other side of the warehouse, and Ethan is after him, his gun raised to aim for the man’s back.My heart drowns, as another gunshot sounds. The bullet lodges into the man’s back and he drops to the ground, blood pooling around his dead body.In a moment when Tristin has chosen to reach for me, Ethan decided that taking his anger out on that man an