*Latton wants to help Lucian even though she can't help herself while the latter wants to get away from her. *Is Thalia telling the truth? *I want to punch Malena in the face and slap Lucian (Am I the only one?) ***DON'T FORGET TO ADD THE STORY ON YOUR LIBRARY #VOTE #BladeAndSieve #LucianAndLatton #LattonAndLucian #HeyStranger
===WARNING: THIS EPISODE CONTAINS AN UNSETTLING SCENE=== LATTON entered her unit in Fleur de Ville. After closing the door, her legs lost their strength. Her back leaned to the door and slowly her knees trembled in dismay, and she gradually sat and buried her head between her knees. She began sobbing in disappointment. Loathing herself for caring too much. No matter how many times she acts strongly in front of others. She's no more than a little girl when she's alone. She breathes rapidly, her tears blur her vision and the voice in her head makes her head throb. Shortly, the voice starts to become a shadowy figure and soon resembles her. "I told you she cannot be trusted." One of her said while sitting beside her. "She's an enemy." Said the other one, standing by the window. "She's only here for the money." The other one whispered into her ear. "We need to do something." "We can't let her do this to us." The voice says while pointing at the wound on her lips. The voices kept o
LUCIUS is cooking dinner when suddenly he hears the front door open. He then yells, “Xavier, make sure to close the door properly.” Soon, he hears the door closed. “Good, he listens to me now.” He mumbles to himself. Shortly after, he heard a familiar voice say, “So Xavier is staying with you now?” Lucius immediately turned his head and his mood lit up instantly, “Latton!” He yelled in excitement, but when he moved to her his smile turned to a frown. “What happened to your lips?” He asked. His voice conveys concern. “Got in a minor accident. I'm so clumsy.” She explains. “Let me get the first aid and clean that wound.” He replied while rummaging in the drawer. “By the way, where are you staying right now?” He asks as he prepares the cotton ball and iodine solution. He looked at her face and her eyes were gloomy. “You don’t need to answer my question, and I’m sorry for not being a good older brother to you. I shouldn’t have given up on pressure and sent you away to Canada, but let
LATTON's hands are shaking and her palms sweating profusely as she stares at herself in the bathroom mirror. She could vividly remember her conversation with her mother yesterday, and it left a sour taste in her mouth. Thalia's words still echo in her mind. “A decade ago I borrowed money from them. I badly needed the money at that time,” she says. Her voice was dry and shaking. Latton frowns then asks curiously, “How much do you owe them?” Thalia coughs and then mumbles in a low, timid voice, "250 million. I could sell the Mist Prix, but it would take time, and I'm afraid, given the economy right now, my company doesn't value that much. Also, Boris Petrakov needs the money as soon as possible." Thalia stared at Latton with a pleading gaze, indirectly hinting at her to lend her money. “250 million debt to a guy named Boris,” Latton mumbles to herself. The moment she heard the name Boris Petrakov and the amount of debt Thalia had. She immediately doubted and questioned everything
===WARNING: THIS EPISODE CONTAINS AN UNSETTLING SCENE=== FUEL by rage, Latton visited her mother in the hospital. Surprisingly, when she went to the room, Thalia was standing and seemed to be gleeful. Latton’s blood boiled in anger. She then yelled, “BRAVO! I never knew you were a good actress. You got me. I actually thought this time you were telling the truth. But yet again, I'm wrong, and I never learned to accept that you can never love me. You still blame my existence for your failed career. It's always money for you. You want to scam money from me again.” Her words convey anger, disappointment, and exhaustion. “What are you talking about?” She asks, acting clueless. Latton marched towards her and pulled her neck brace, which was easily removed without any pain, "I never thought you would stoop this low. Fake an attack and confinement. How much did you even pay the hospital for this sick act of yours?" She roared in dismay. Thalia opens her mouth to retort Latton's claims but
ALBERT RIPLEY was having breakfast with Catherine when they heard the main door open. Soon, their butler, Garette, entered the dining room holding a brown envelope. "What is it?” Albert asks while cutting his bacon. “A parcel. It was sent via private courier with no return address,” Garette responded while intently checking all corners of the envelope. “Who is it for?” Catherine asked. “For Mr. Ripley,” Garette answered politely. “Hand it to me,” Albert demands while extending his hand. “Can you open it later after we eat?” Catherine requested while lightly tapping Albert's hand. “It might be important. I want to see it now.” He insists. Soon Garette marched toward him and handed the envelope and when he saw the contents his face contorted in anger instantly. His reaction scared Catherine. She was about to speak, but suddenly Albert’s phone rang, and it was an unknown number, but he already knew who it was. He answers the call angrily and screams, “What do you want!?” He tightly
ALBERT, together with Kirby, went back to their table and resumed having lunch with the Caldwells, which made George feel better, while Lucian continued looking at the door, expecting for Latton to come in, but she did not appear. Then he heard Lucius ask Kirby, "Where's Latton?" Kirby only shrugs. Lucian was about to send a text message to Latton, when suddenly Albert spoke to him and asked about the projects that might overlap with the Mist Prix. He hid his phone and began to answer all of Albert's inquiries. Meanwhile, Latton decided to stay in one of the empty VIP rooms, as her face was flustered, and her eyes were swollen from crying. She wanted to get her mind off everything before heading home as she was still upset with her father for not trusting her. She stood by the window admiring how the rain was drowning the city. Unaware of her surroundings, she didn't notice a person standing behind her looking at her menacingly. She was taken by surprise when someone grabbed her h
WITH the partnership on the brink of collapse followed by the incident in Royal Ascent. Lucian is racking his mind on how to solve the issues. His father, George, already took the task of talking to Albert Ripley to give them time to fix things regarding the Mist Prix. Meanwhile, he needed to speak to Latton. He tried to call her, text her, and even email her, to no avail. She stayed working from home, but to his surprise, she never returned to Fleur de Ville. Soon he was summoned to George's office. When he got inside he could see his father’s disappointment in him, “Why is Malena in there? You told us that you had ended everything. And why in the world did she attack Latton? Is there something you need to tell me?” George states, his voice roaring in anger. “I’ll fix this. It’s just a misunderstanding. Everything will be put into order in no time. Trust me.” He said assuringly. George could only sit in his chair and hold his forehead. He wanted to say more, but their conversation
TEN in the morning, Lucian receives a call from Charmel stating that Malena is now in the custody of the Los Angeles Police Department. His face distorted in rage instantly, “Latton” he muttered with disgust, as if the name was unworthy to be spoken. He messages Alex to go to the LAPD to make bail for Malena while he marches to the 15th floor and gives Latton a piece of his mind. When he entered her office, she promptly greeted him with the words, “Scared already?” She said as she propped her head on her hand on the table. As if she’d been waiting for him to arrive. He swiftly walks toward her as if he's going to attack her, but he stops when he reaches her table. “Are you going to hit me?” She asks as she looks up to meet his cold gaze. She could sense his anger emanating all over him, but it did not bother her. He scoffed. She stood up, moved her head near him, and whispered, “I want to see you try.” "How do you even sleep at night, Latton?" He asks with disgust in his tone.