In the next day, the sun was beaming brightly as rays of sunlight bathed the trees and everything it touches with its warmth. The said rays beamed through the silky chiffon curtains and basked a certain woman in warm sunlight, causing the said woman to stir awake from her peaceful slumber. The woman released a mouthful yawn before stretching her sore limbs, satisfying pops and cracks were heard as her stiff and sore limbs were aroused back to their usual motor movement.
Crystal arose before slipping her toes onto the fuzzy slippers that were provided, the floor was cold. She headed over to grab a towel and take a shower. Surprisingly, her made did not come or anything at all, as if the maid was either frightened or did, she chose not to come in anymore?
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“Go on, write any number you want, just leave my brother alone, he doesn’t deserve this kind of betrayal.” Angelica continued, her gaze hardening to show how serious she was for this matter. Crystal fell silent, still unsure on how she should answer. On one hand, she could care less on how much she might write on that cheque, since the Rosette’ family has nothing to do with her at all. On the other, she wouldn’t dare take money from means that she isn’t supposed to, especially when she has a special reason to be here, her mission, she can’t quit. Her brother’s justice depends on it. 
It didn’t take a while, only around fifteen minutes when Crystal finally finished a sample draft she was making. While she drew, Angelica was watching with deep concentration greatly engraved onto her face. Her eyes calculated every single stroke that Crystal made, and it was surreal, it wasn’t just some random strokes with a pencil lead that any normal people could do but this one was filled with class and elegance. As if the strokes of a pure artist, she eagerly watched to see the outcome of the said draft as she basically leaned over the table to observe the woman’s ministrations. “And… Done!” Crystal smiled in glee before placing the pencil down and presenting her work to Angelica whom was eagerly
Time passed as Crystal continued with her elegant strokes, shading to add volume to the texture in a visual manner, her eraser now has marks and molds of pencil lead. She smiled and wiped the sweat off of her forehead, finally looking over at her creation with self-commendation. “Finally…” she breathed out in content. But as she placed her pencil down on the grass, she felt an odd feeling. As if someone was following—no, not just following, someone was staring at her from behind. But as she turned around, no one was there but random employees either having a break or discussing things with various clients. Since the main company majorly focuses on real estate development such as developing lands into subdivisions and glorious houses and establishments.
“Such balance and contrast, a very nice design indeed, Ms. Buenaventura, as expected of the Buenaventura family.” Harold Valencia praised, smiling in satisfaction. Janice smiled upon hearing compliments of her ‘work’ as she took a bow in respect along with muttering a small ‘thank you’ to those who commends her. But to Crystal, she was boiling angry. Not only did the pesky woman stole her design, she even dares accept commendations and compliments over something she did not work hard for. The feeling of having her intellectual property stolen, her heart beating rapidly against her chest as the vile taste of disgust made her throat dry and sour. Her work created for someone sp
Angelica raised a brow though, in curiosity. “I’ve been meaning to ask, why did you name your creation, ‘Longing Happiness’?” she asked, which was another question that most of them agreed to ask since the design, the flowers, the purpose. Out of so many names why longing happiness? Crystal could only utter a small smile, lowering her eyelids half-open as she gazed off in her own thoughts. “The design was supposedly to give off a warm atmosphere. An atmosphere that makes the guests feel like they are longing for something. They are longing for something that they’ll stay there because the scenery will remind them of something that they had been longing for. May it be dreams or someone important, it gives them the sense of appreciation. They will then learn to appreciate w
After an hour’s worth of chatting, the three of them dispersed into their own rooms to rest. The day has been hectic and very long, resting is the very best option they have. As Crystal walked back to her room, the place was quiet and peaceful, her maid must’ve left after doing some housekeeping, not to bother Crystal any longer. Crystal sighed and grabbed a towel, preparing herself for a well-deserved bath wherein the tub was already filled and scented oils were waiting for her. She slowly stripped herself free from the restraining clothes, feeling the dirt and grime on her body just badly needs to be removed from sitting on the grass. After so, she lowered herself
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That morning, it was noticeably quiet and peaceful. For the first time since she’s been here, this is the only time that she felt comfortable in letting her guard down after so long. They weren’t subjected to any tasks and Crystal’s design was already chosen for the project due to some… problems with Lylia’s and Mylene’s designs. Crystal knew that the two girls did it on purpose, but she’s not in any position to judge nor question. It’s their decision after all. She shook her head and decided to wander around the villa, not needing to sneak around anymore since she was given permission to go anywhere as she’d like as long as she’s not le
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The blood in Roses, an organization built and funded by Harry just so he could enact his long plot of revenge. An organization that took several lives, both within and outside the organization, an organization that strives to reach medical and technological advancements, not for the good of the country, but to be used and facilitated for his sole desire to seek revenge against his brother. Now, once Harry Burton, rather, Harry Valencia is his real name, whose remains and ashes are scattered along the dirt, not an urn to keep his remains. He is no more, no longer a threat to the Valencia Household, no longer a threat to anyone else within, and those who could’ve been taken as a weapon of disposal by Harry in the very beginning. As the organization is flourishing, it will be quite a waste to let
The next night commenced, the night that they yearned been waiting for so long. The whole morning, they planned, the scouted the map of the area as given by Cristopher, and Cristopher had not been in contact with Harry ever since. He didn’t bother answering the messages and calls being sent to him by his peers, he didn’t care about anyone else at the moment but to seek revenge. To help Antony get the revenge he thirsts for. Revenge he wants, it is revenge he gets. Night came, the owls hooted at the night. It was peaceful, most of the people in the neighborhood are preparing for their nightly routine. Some would be out having fun,
The same night, the burial ended as Crystal’s coffin was placed neatly onto the mausoleum of the Valencia Household. Antony was immediately given care for his injuries as Carmilla personally took the liberty to calm Cristopher down. It was an hour later when Cristopher was taken to one of the guestrooms of the Valencia Villa to give him to calm down, by Antony’s instruction, no one dared to hurt him. Carmilla never left his side, she felt pity and sorrow for the man. She didn’t envy Crystal; she was even thankful that the woman gave him the love and support of a friend that she failed to give throughout the years. She could only hope for the repose of the soul of the woman, she could only hope that the woman will finally find peace. As for what is happen
The sun was rising up the vast, and everyone was doing their daily routines. Some are going off to work, some are taking the leisure to jog around the park, while some are having a nice morning drink from their favorite cafes and shops. Not a single soul is aware of what has been happening, not a single soul was bothered. Those who witnessed what has happened in the banquet, each and every one of them were requested to remain silent as the news suppressed. Despite the grand confession that Crystal had made, there was no news around that was circulated, there was no article that mentioned the event. As many would dare not offend the Valencia Household, the matter was rendered into silence, not a word to be spread, not a fact to be revealed. Reason to this? The time of mourning has com
The sun was rising up the vast, and everyone was doing their daily routines. Some are going off to work, some are taking the leisure to jog around the park, while some are having a nice morning drink from their favorite cafes and shops. Not a single soul is aware of what has been happening, not a single soul was bothered. Those who witnessed what has happened in the banquet, each and every one of them were requested to remain silent as the news suppressed. Despite the grand confession that Crystal had made, there was no news around that was circulated, there was no article that mentioned the event. As many would dare not offend the Valencia Household, the matter was rendered into silence, not a word to be spread, not a fact to be revealed. Not a fact to be revealed it was
Christine and the rest have heard from Angelica everything that has happened, news quickly spread around the entire Dencio Household staff, but they paid no mind to that. They won’t be able to hide Crystal forever, not after what she had done. Many news circulated, but Mr. Dencio quickly paid a huge sum to suppress the news before it reaches the headlines. Although, what Crystal did was something that not everyone would agree with, they didn’t mind, as this is what Crystal wants to be, to be true to herself and to everyone around. To finally set herself free from the torment of lies, to be free from pretending in this game of cat and mouse. This is the time that she finally gets free,
Tears. Those were the only thing that blocks Crystal’s vision at the moment. Her tears that she long kept from falling was now cascading down her delicate cheeks, she no longer bothered to keep them falling, they were already pouring before she could even utter an act of protest. Antony sat there, holding the woman close to his arms. He was too shocked that even his brain that was able to process a hundred of topics at once was blank. He couldn’t process the information well. So, the woman whom he long fell in love with, was actually someone whom he never knew? Is that why he found her suspicious in the first p
Silence. That was the only thing that plagued this household since the three vile creatures were kicked out from the premises. Staffs and employees mumbled amongst themselves and with others on how they are supposed to react, as they are currently stuck in between choosing to go back to their agendas, or to stay rooted on where they are in shock. This has been the most uncomfortable situation which they can possibly get into in their whole history of working for the Dencio household. They are aware, as most of them had worked in the Dencio Household for years. It is by no doubt, that the young man in front of them is none other than Cristopher Dencio, the first son, and the real heir of the Dencio