"Look what you've given me!" The man dragged me by the wrist and pulled me in front of Mrs. Carey. "She's going to give me an infection!"Mrs. Carey is sitting on a chair in her room, counting the money from tonight's auction. When she saw the menacing man, she immediately stood up and comforted him with a respectful tone."What happened that upset you? Did this woman not take good care of you?""Damn it, haven't you examined her body before?" The man roughly tore my clothes. "Open your eyes and see. She has leprosy! You have to pay me back!""What?" Mrs. Carey immediately picked up her electric baton from the table and walked over to me. Her eyes widened as she examined my bare skin."What bad luck! She must have caught it from another woman!" Mrs. Carey called her bodyguard. "Get this woman out of here!""No! Please help me!" I knew she was going to kill me, just like she had done to Fiona. I begged her, but she wouldn't let me touch her body."Go away, you wretched woman!" Mrs. Car
I was stunned. The man in front of me wore a mask that covered half of his face. His golden eyes sparkled like stars in the darkness. His eyes were dark and cold. Although half of his face was obscured by a silver mask, the other half was as perfect as a picture of Vincent van Gogh's starry night sky.He stood in front of me, but I felt him so far away. He said nothing but looked at me. The silver mask glowed white in the moonlight, and he wore a pure white shirt, clean and neat, without a trace of wrinkles. His neck is as long as that of a swan. His lips parted slightly, revealing his white teeth.“You're awake, Sleeping Beauty!” He put his violin on the floor and leaned against the wall.His voice was calm and soft. His sound was blown away by the night breeze and brushed gently against my cheek. I felt a shiver coming over me.An inexplicable impulse prompted me to boldly touch his face mask. It was the coldness of metal. Now I know he's not Frade.I was extremely disappointed and
"Good morning!" The masked man smiled politely as he walked into the room."I thought it would be a doctor!" I blurted out. Seeing this man on such a bright morning made me forget how to use polite language. My heart has a certain expectation, but also a kind of embarrassment."I am a doctor!" The man put a first-aid box on the table in the room. He opened the box and took out a stethoscope and a medical flashlight."Come and lie down on the bed," he said.I went over and lay down on the bed. He expertly placed one end of the stethoscope on my chest. The moment the silver metal touched my skin, I felt a chill pierce my heart through my skin. All my pores went into a state of tension at once. As he bent over me, I could smell the faint natural scent of flowers on his body.He turned out to be a doctor. Does this mean that he examined me and treated me while I was in a coma? I remember the strange gentle touch when I was in a coma. It was him."You're doing well!" He took the stethoscop
My mouth was full of the smell of dust and gunpowder, and my heart was pounding. I opened my eyes to see the ground was full of blown-out rubble and indistinguishable blackened objects. It took a while for the man who was protecting me to roll over.He coughed softly, and I turned to see that the silver mask on his face was stained with gray dust. If he hadn't pulled me away in time, I think I would have been blown to pieces by now."Are you all right, Daley?" I looked around and slowly got up to make sure there were no more explosions around. At first, my legs were still a little stiff. I didn't know if I was lying on the ground for too long or because I was afraid."I'm fine." Daley pulled me off the ground. He scanned the chaos around him with calm eyes. His eyes were fixed on the iron door destroyed by the bomb, and after a few seconds he looked up in the direction of the car just now. I saw anger in his eyes.It was a look of hatred I had never seen before. On the surface, his ey
The sound of the door opening broke the silence, and a light came in from the direction of the door. When I came back to reality from my hallucination, Daley let go of his hand and his back was back against the sofa. The light fell on his silver mask, and now he looked serious, and there was no more reflection of me in his eyes."Daley, I heard someone drop a bomb on your house!" A man's gruff voice came from the door, and I quickly got up and stood at the end of the sofa.A muscled man in a tight T-shirt with gray hair and an Italian appearance appeared in the house. Rita's right behind him. The man greeted Daley politely, and Daley motioned for him to sit down with his eyes."Rita, why don't you make Chris a vodka," Daley said, "And get me one, too."I stood by, not knowing whether to leave or not. That man named Chris glanced at me and then at Daley.“Your new girl?” Chris teased Daley in a teasing tone. “This is the first time I've seen another woman in your house besides Rita. So
Now the question is, how do I get this bomb to the Karr brothers' house? Finally, Rita fixed it for me. She found me a large print skirt, which was said to have been sewn by her as a girl. The hem of this dress is so wide that it can hide two children at the same time without being seen.When Rita helped me with the bomb, a sense of uneasiness and fear came over me. Only then did I realize how dangerous the task was. I have to be careful. If I fail, my body will be buried in this strange land forever.After we had breakfast, a car stopped outside the house. Daley was wearing a white shirt, black trousers and a gray baseball cap. I saw Rita put a folding wheelchair in the trunk of the car.Chris opened the door, and I followed Daley into the car. Chris was in the passenger seat, the driver expressionless, and I noticed a bulge on his left waist. This should be the gun.The bomb strapped to my body made me fidgety and I didn't dare to move my body at will. The car started to drive down
"All right, I'll do it!" I shrugged. "But please turn around. I'm not used to being stared at as I undress."Mrs. Carey cursed and turned away. I had noticed before that there was a glass teapot on the table beside me, and the water in the teapot was bottoming out. Then a girl came up to her and talked to her. I saw Mrs. Carey's electric baton is straight down, and she's listening intently to the girl.Yes, it's time. I grabbed the glass teapot and smashed Mrs. Carey's head as hard as I could. She fell to the ground when I knocked the first time. Mrs. Carey clutched her bleeding head with one hand and tried to stab me with the electric baton with the other, so I hit her again on the head. Now she fell completely on the ground, but her gray eyes still stared at me maliciously, her mouth squirming to curse at me. I know she's trying to call me a b.itch.I didn't give her any chance to make a sound. The girl who was talking to her just now was frightened. She opened her eyes wide and put
I raised my elbow and slammed it back into Karr's jaw, but he didn't react. The impact of my elbow was like a mosquito bite to him. He grabbed my hair and slammed my head against the wall. My eyes sparkled and my head spun.I could feel a rough finger shoving its way into my skirt from behind. I wanted to fight, but my mind was still in chaos."Nice ass!" The man let out a l.ascivious laugh.Then he inserted two fingers, three. I groaned in pain as he rudely tried to rip me open from behind. My head was pressed against the wall, my hands flapping back against the air.Suddenly, from the direction of the stairs came a rapid sound of footsteps, and then I felt the weight suddenly disappear behind me. Someone yanked Karr to one side."What the hell are you doing?" A man shouted. "The councilman isn't here at this time. Something must be wrong!"I leaned against the wall and slid to the floor. The stars that had clouded my vision were beginning to fade away, and I began to see two people
A week later, the trip to Mexico didn't go well. Mexicans were angry at Mickle's claims that the wall had been expanded. The Mexican president and Mickle met in secret for three hours. I don't know what they talked about.After the meeting, he got on a plane and left Mexico. But he left me behind, and I knew exactly what he was doing.I was not surprised to see Daley in front of me as the representative of Mexico. Instead, I had the urge to punch him, but I held back.During my stay in Mexico, Daley was responsible for receiving me as the Mexican representative. The night we met, he took me to a fancy restaurant in Mexico City.“I had no idea that the famous Daley was already a member of council.”I looked across at Daley. The last time we parted, he looked pale. But now, beneath his mask of calm lies a kind of ineffable pride.“Do you have to talk to me like that?” Daley smiled at me, “It's been a long time since we were alone together and I miss you so much. I think we should celebr
“Why do you always have to decide before you tell me?” Frade asked, smoking hard on the couch. “Didn't I tell you to consult me before you made any decisions?”“Because this time there is no room for negotiation.” I stood in front of him, looking at him like that. My heart felt extremely painful. But I had to tell him about my decision. We have to face the truth eventually.“Mia was dead.”Frade's face froze for a few seconds. “She's dead?”“She escaped from the sanatorium, frantically searching for her father and questioning him as to why he had abandoned her. Mickle's bodyguard shot her for endangering the president. It happened right in front of me.”I have mixed feelings about Mia's death. Even though she was detestable, her death was like a razor blade slicing through my unsuspecting skin. It was instant, clear pain.Frade continued to smoke heavily. He didn't show much emotion about Mia's death. But I guess he felt the same way.He was in love with Mia. Her love was fake, but hi
I didn't expect Mickle to agree to meet with me as soon as I contacted him. But I had to go jogging with him, so I changed into a white sweatshirt and drove to his estate.We jogged side by side on a path near the estate, with two bodyguards following us. I can't remember the last time I ran in the morning. I was a little out of it at first, but after a while, I got my breath back.“Do you need a few minutes?” Mickle, who was wearing a black, short-sleeved tracksuit, turned to me. “Looks like you haven't exercised in a while.”“I'm fine,” I said.“I'll wait for you at the lake ahead,” he said as he continued to run.By the time I got to the lake, he was resting. A burly bodyguard offered him water, but Mickle gave it to me.“You need water,” he says.“Thank you.” I opened the bottle cap and took a sip. The bodyguard somehow took out another bottle of water and handed it to him.“It's a rare day for you to call me,” Mickle said, his face flushed but his tone calm. Judging from his stro
According to Vickie's will, her body will be transported back to Italy for burial. So Frade decided to hold a simple farewell ceremony for Vickie in the manor. After the ceremony, he would be in charge of sending Vickie's body back home with Mark.Vickie was right that no Sicilian would refuse the dying wish to return home. This time, they offered to open their arms to the Logan family to show their deepest sorrow.The place of the farewell ceremony was chosen in the hall of the manor, and all the participants were dressed in black as a sign of mourning. Black-and-white photographs of Vickie's life were placed in the centre of the hall. As her body was temporarily placed in the hospital morgue, guests had to mourn over her picture in silence.Each of the guests held a white chrysanthemum in their hands and placed it in front of the tablet. In the photo, she looked at everyone with a smile on her face, her eyes looking at everything indifferently.Frade greets guests who have come to p
In the room, Vickie is lying on her bed, a private nurse holding a clear plastic tube attached to a ventilator up her nose. Since a trip to Italy, Vickie has grown weaker. Mark told me that she was taken home in an ambulance from a private hospital after she landed.“Why don't you take her to the hospital?” I asked in a low voice.“She's determined to go home,” Mark said. “No one can change her mind, and you know it.”“The patient needs to rest. Please leave the room,” the middle-aged brown-haired nurse said politely.Mark and I left the room just as Frade and Vickie's doctor came out of the other room. That was the room where they had been discussing Vickie's condition, and Frade's sullen face didn't look good.It's terrible.“Mark, please help me get Dr. Hans out of here.” Frade's voice was hoarse and tired, and the stubble on his face seemed to have grown overnight, making him look even gloomier.“Are you all right, darling?” I stroked his cheek and looked at the man in front of me
A middle-aged woman in a plain grey T-shirt and light blue jeans sat on the living room sofa, her hands on her closed knees, her eyes downcast. The coffee in front of her was steaming, and it was obvious that she hadn't touched it.“Hey!” I whispered. “I'm Eva.”“Hi!” The woman stood up at once. She looked at me a little stiffly. “My name is Joe. I'm a friend of Joan's. We're all in the same union.”“How did you find me?” I motioned for her to sit down.“Joan gave me your number,” said Joe, “And we found your place. I'm sorry to bother you so late. Joan needs your help.”“You didn't come alone?” I asked curiously.“I have another colleague with me,” Joe said truthfully. “He's waiting for me outside.”“Is he here to ensure your safety?” I looked at her. “Since your friend is worried about your safety, why are you looking for me? So, what's the matter?”“We just...” Joe looked down sheepishly. “Just in case. But Joan says you're a trustworthy person. You're not like your father.”“I hel
During my stay in the hospital, I received many greeting cards and gifts from strangers. They piled gifts for the baby in front of the hospital or at the nurses' station, and a few fanatical fans even pretended to be nurses sneaking into the ward to see the baby. Fortunately, the fanatics were spotted by the doctor on duty and called the police, who quickly took them away.To prevent this from happening, Frade picked me and my baby up from the hospital in the middle of the night and took us back to the manor. Frade also put guards around the manor to keep out outsiders, leaving Mark in charge of all security, and Liv came to accompany me.Frade was on the move for us to leave the United States. This time he didn't entrust anyone but himself. He didn't tell me that he had met with those people. But from his tired face after each return, I can guess that our departure would become a distant dream.When Vickie learned of Frade's plan, she decided to go to Italy herself, because most of t
“What does a newborn baby get him?” I stared at Ian. “He's already president.”“The president just wants to show his concern for you,” Ian explained patiently. “This baby is his granddaughter. You're family.”“What an official statement,” I said. “Just this once. I need at least three months off for the rest of the year. During that time, neither I nor my baby could be seen in any media.”“Deal,” Ian readily agreed.“I'll give you some time to get ready,” Ian said. “I'll let you know when the president is arriving at the hospital.”After Ian leaves, Frade gently places the baby in her own crib, where she falls fast asleep without crying or fussing. Frade walks to the bedside, his eyes brimming with anger. I knew he was unhappy with my decision, and as I prepared for his wrath, he just lowered his voice and said, “Why did you agree to his request?”“Because I can't say no.” I looked at him. “Ian's right. Mickle is the baby's grandfather. I have no reason to say no to him visiting his g
“Do you have to go to the inauguration?” Frade asked as he peeled the apple. “The doctor told me your due date is coming up.”The skin he cut off with a knife was attached to the flesh of the apple, and less than two-thirds of the whole apple was left in his hand. I stared at the silver knife in his hand and asked, “Do you have a problem with apples?”“I hope this knife didn't cut apples, but...”“Stop,” I reminded him. “Watch your mouth.”“I don't want you to go to a crowded place,” Frade said, handing me a peeled apple. “In that case, all eyes are on the new president. If you're not feeling well or...”“Ian will have a nurse with me,” I said. “Besides, I only promised to be at the inauguration, and as soon as it's over, I'll be home.”“I'm going with you,” Frade said, “Or I won't trust you.”“Sure,” I readily agreed. “I'll tell Ian and get him to set you up.”“All I have to do is stand next to you.” Frade walked to the bed and brushed my cheek, then put a hand on my belly.“She's mo