“How long are you planning to keep Italia here, Gustav?” When Zamiel barged in on his office, Gustavio isn’t surprised either. He just rub his temples, and stared at the latter coldly. “Why do you care?” He was stoic. Zamiel’s jaw clenched. “You’re being an asshole to her, didn’t you know that?” He was sarcastic. Those words were like knives that penetrated deep on Gustavio’s core, but he never wonder why his hate towards Italia was intense. His loathsome, and the way his blood boil, whenever he catch a glimpse of her. Zamiel wouldn’t understand. Nobody would decipher the distraught cause by that woman that there are times where he wished he never met her. If he hadn’t—the tragedy wouldn’t took place. The remnants, the helpless him came back made Gustavio’s chest filled with an uproar. His fury was unending, but his visage remain cold, although the emotions set ablaze were already in flame. “And you are being a bastard.” He gritted his teeth. “Had you forgotten what she did? H
“Director, you wouldn’t believe what we just received this morning!” Jeff, the one who was responsible for the mails disturb Minchin’s office. He was quick on his, and on his hand, he was holding a few mails, but what caught her attention was the brown envelop that he was waiving in front of her. “What is it?” Minchin frowns. She isn’t in the mood, but work is work, and she must deal with it. “See for yourself, because I know for a fact that that it would be a big scoop for our department.” Jeff grins with triumph. What he said made her raised her eyebrows at whatever he might be celebrating to. Minchin reached out for the envelope in his and. But never once had she expected that it would contain photographs. It isn’t shock for her, only when she saw who is in the picture. Minchin lips parted.“Italia?” She asked lowly in utter confusion, but she also relieved. The fact that she looks alright, and not as what the Police says about her being missing. But that doesn’t mean troubl
“So, this is what they are doing while I was mourning for my uncle’s death?” Samantha hisses. She was clenching her teeth, when he manager sends her a copy of a published newspaper that includes Italia and Zamiel’s photograph although blurred. But that isn’t what makes her blood boiled to anger. It was an image that was spreading on the Internet that shows Gustav and Italia on a fancy diner. “Damn it!” She throws it away. Jake blew out a loud breathe, “If you are going to mourn her all to yourself, you wouldn’t accomplish anything, Sam.” He looked at her, there is this sudden flash of annoyance on his orbs. “While that bastard was enjoying himself out there. Is that what you really wanted, huh?”“Shut up!” Samantha clenched her teeth. She’s no fool. She knew that he has point, but what can she do now? The media was laughing at her [maybe]. Now that they are seeing Italia being dated by Gustav himself. They may have been mocking behind, and making fun of the supposed fiancée. “Da
Samantha was shaking. She was inside her car, but she wanted to go out and just throw out everything she ate. Fear crept on her arms, while recalling what happened earlier. She was supposed to meet a friend, when she spot Italia and Gustav being lovey dovey with ech other. Full of jealousy, the envious Samantha was blinded. She didn’t know what she is doing at first until there are series of screams and shouts, yelling from the road. And that woke her up from what was really happening. She hit her! Samantha had hit Italia Mercedes! “Oh god!” Guilt tripped, she cried. She isn’t supposed to be the one killing Italia out there! What if the press find out who was the owner of the car? It would certainly ruined her career! Her teeth chattered. Samantha was freak out, and paranoia began creeping all the way to her skin.. She don’t know what to do. But only one person came into her mind. “R—right.” Shaking terribly, she began to di all his number. It take a couple of rings before t
Jake lied. That is what she keep thinking. He never help her, but he laughs at her with so much mockery as she lay there on that table. It was made of wood, it was cold and damp by saltwater that makes her skin itched and recoiled. She wanted to scratch them with her nails, the thought to scratch them until they bleeds drove her sanity at the edge, because she couldn’t. Both of her arms and legs are tied. The ropes are tight, and she knew the marks it would have left once they loosened. She could feel it biting across her skin, and it sting.She bit her lips. But funny how she did not cry. Perhaps, her tears are already dry. She was tired of bawling her eyes out, and calling for help, when none came from how much had she repeated those words. Are they monsters? Are they borne from evil? Maybe, maybe not. She lost care.She already felt numb.“Well well, look who’s here today.” The familiar voice she learn to get acquainted from uttered.It was Jake. She knew it was him. His footsteps
Yna thought she could escape. She was prepared to run only to hear some shouts. The commotion, the trouble caused by Jake and Van seems to ceased, when they realize something that was wrong. Their hostage has been missing.“Fuck! Search for her!”“Boss will really kill us!”Her eyes widened.Yna quickly hide herself from the piles. She was fast that she manage to deceive those men who are trying to pursue her. Their faces suggested that once she’d been caught by them, there wouldn’t be any escape.On the other hand,You were nothing more than a payment. The words repeated over and over again inside her head. For most time, Russia would have ignored it, but raking her head, thinking that it came from the man she both hated feels like every words, the letter he speak of were knives penetrating her core. It hurts badly than she least expected to. Russia’s jaw clenched. “A payment, huh?” Her voice breaks. Her eyes slowly watered no matter how much she tried to stopped the brimming emo
I was being dragged away. That’s how I woke up, and it was a really cold morning. Two guards seized my arms. Even if couldn’t, I won’t fight back. Besides I do not have the strength to struggle against their hold on me. When my vision cleared, Theodore’s familiar posture is what I see. He was marching ahead, and everybody, who saw him lowered their head and bow.“Hello, Gamma.” They said.So, he also rise in power alongside with our sister. I thought bitterly.“You still gain something from her, do you?” My voice drips with sarcasm. “And here I thought I knew you better, Theo.”It was an insult. I made it obvious, because I wanted to see how he would react.“Shut up!” He growled at me.His handsome face distorted. He looks disgusted. When I mentioned Cassidy, he started to go mad.“You colluded with her, don’t you?” Unfiltered words flow3 from my mouth. I am not holding myself back. They started it, and I have enough with how much they are trying hard to steal my position. We maybe a
I don’t have any idea where we are heading to, but I am aware that we are still inside the Blood Moon pack’s territory. We walked through passages inside the prison cell that I am oblivious it exists. The prisoner’s eyed us, rogues and wolves with missing limbs growled and snarled, but they speak none. Ragged looking as if they have long forgotten how to.My stomach churned at the sight.It’s horrible.“Did we do this...?” I trailed off.For unknown reason guilt ate me up. I felt so bad as I watched them. Had I been horrible that’s why I was also placed on the same predicament as them? I recalled, when I agreed to locked up the rogues that we often caught. But I have no idea that they are suffering from our hands. I may be the Luna, but I was not allowed down her. They told me it was dangerous and the only one who can freely walked here is the Alpha, Noah and a few powerful council.Klay glanced over his shoulder and looked me. He have taken the lead, while behind me followed Bardo. H