LUCY THE RECEPTIONISTCharles' POV ❤️"... Okay, Master Charles. I understand." Mr Tusch said. The silence after that was needed. I was exhausted but I had to go to work today. We got to the office eventually and lucky for us, there was no traffic. My bodyguards were out in the front as usual, waiting for me to arrive in order for them to escort me to my office. "Good day, Sir." They all chanted with their head bowed slightly. I hummed and walked as fast as I could since I was already late and they followed behind, trying to catch up with me. "Good morning, Sir." My receptionist said to me as soon as I walked into the building. I looked at her and she smiled. "Any calls yet? What are my schedules for today?" I asked her. I didn't have enough time to read all of my emails earlier so I didn't know what she had planned for today, as I have been absent from work for more than a day.She pressed the laptop in front of her like a pro, and when she found what she was looking for, she smil
HAR DU EN DÖDSÖNSKAN?Charles' POV ❤️The landline in my office rang, it was from Lucy. What could be the problem this time around? "Hello, Sir." She said. "What is the problem?" I asked her. "I'm sorry for the disturbance, but someone is here to see you." She said. Who could it be? The last time someone came here to see me, I didn't like it. To be honest, I wasn't expecting Audrey's surprise visit that day. I know it was a surprise, but never would I have thought she was going to come. I didn't like surprises, maybe this time it could be Axel. My blood boiled as soon as I had that thought. "Who is it?" I asked in all seriousness. I was sure she was terrified by my tone. "He says h-his na-m-me is Z-ac, Sir." She stuttered. She was terrified as I had predicted. Oh, it was just Zac. Thank goodness, but what was he doing here? "He can come in." I said but this time, I said calmly after hearing it was Zac and not Axel. "Alright, sir." She paused. "...I will bring him up in your pri
HOW TO GET AWAY WITH MURDER.Jane's POV ❤️I couldn't stop. I wouldn't stop. I hit his head over and over and over and over again, but never got satisfied. I laughed like a maniac, as I hit Bob's head over and over with the frypan. Blood was everywhere, his blood. On my hands, the floor, my dress, it was everywhere. A little bit of blood splattered on my face, and I stopped hitting his head, and threw the frypan on the floor and as it touched the floor, blood splashed on my naked body and even in my mouth. The frypan was already condemned, I couldn't use it again. What a waste!I used the back of my hand to wipe the blood on my face, but it didn't seem to help much as my face got covered in his blood the more. I crossed my arms, stood there and watched his now lifeless body. I just murdered someone, but I didn't feel bad about it. I felt ecstatic. I felt relieved, I was happy. Bob deserved it. If I didn't do that, someone else might, so it was nice I did it before the person did. Th
A PLAN TO GET AWAY WITH MURDERJane's POV ❤️I got out of the bathroom, and put on an all black outfit to blend in with the darkness of the night. I had to stay hidden, and unnoticed too. It was almost dark, just few more hours and I could have some peace of mind. I had a plan to get rid of his body, but I still didn't know if it was going to work. I got out of my room holding a towel in my hands, and drying my hair with it. I just had to be patient. There was nothing to do. I was bored. I went and made something to eat, turned on the TV and watched the news. There was nothing interesting going on in town, but something exciting was about to happen. I could feel it.By the time my food was done cooking, it was already in the night. All that was left was to wait a little more till it was quiet and darker. I ate my food while watching TV and waited. I glanced over at Bob's body and smirked."Just a little longer, and you will finally be put to rest." It was finally dark outside, and
HOW I GOT AWAY WITH MURDERJane's POV ❤️I woke up after such a long sleep and I was still extremely tired. I had things to do and I couldn't rest yet. It wasn't over already. I had to burn my dress, and every other things that could implicate me. I couldn't burn my blood-stained dress downstairs where my neighbors would see me. I got up from my couch feeling exhausted, and a yawn escaped from my mouth. I picked up my dress and the gloves I had on last night. I took a lighter from the kitchen and alcohol cause I didn't have any gasoline to increase the fire.I went straight to the bathroom to burn them. I couldn't think of a better place to do it. If I went to the kitchen, there was a high chance my kitchen was going to catch fire and burn. If I did it in my living room, the smell was going to attract the neighbors and I didn't want that to happen. The fire alarm was going to ring, and people were going to poke their noses in my business. The bathroom seemed safer.I poured the alc
MRS FELICE, THE MIND READER!Charles' POV ❤️"Mr Charles!" My therapist, Mrs Felice sang. I never thought I was going to see her again. I tried to form a smile, but she noticed it. I never really liked her, she was too observant and it was creepy. I couldn't hide anything from her, she was like a mind-reader and I found it annoying."Look how grownup you have become." She said. She was trying to remain cheerful, and not give in to my indifference. I didn't want to be here, I don't want to have to go through this stage again. I don't trust people easily, and Mrs Felice was definitely not one of the people I trusted. I saw her as someone providing services for me. She was only doing her job and nothing more."As supposed, Mrs Felice." I replied bluntly.I drove here. I had things to do at the office, but I ended up coming here even though I didn't want to be here. "Have your seat." She said to me.I sat down on a black sofa. This place hasn't changed one bit. It was still as annoying
MIDNIGHT TEXTS!Charles' POV ❤️I got to a five star hotel and checked in. The receptionist seemed to know who I was, and offered me preferential treatment. The hotel was manageable, but mine was way better. It was late at night, and I was extremely tired. I needed to rest.I got to my room for the night, and collapsed on the bed. I should freshen up, I was sweaty. I also promised to call Bianca later, I should do that too.It was quite shocking that I didn't have her number and I had to go through Mr Matthew in order to talk to her. I should get her number but it was late, I didn't know if she was still going to be awake by this time. And then there was her best friend. She hates me."Master Charles?!" Mr Tusch answered sleepily after he picked up my call. "I'm sorry to be calling so late at night, but I need a favour from you." I requested. He was the only one I could think of right now."It's nothing, Sir. Is everything alright? How can I be of help to you?" He sounded honest. I
FAREWELL, GREEN ISLAND! Bianca's POV ❤️It had been up to a week now since I came to this island, and more than three days since I last saw Charles. We would chat everyday, most especially at night. There was this one time Kumiko caught me talking to him, and she teased me throughout the whole day about it.I miss him so much. I was glad I was finally leaving here and was going to see him very soon. I had had my fun here with Kumi, it was now time to leave. I will miss the island, I will miss the peace and comfort it brought. I will miss the sea, the forest. I will miss the bonfire and the night breeze. Most of all, I will definitely miss Mr Matthew."It is so sad to say goodbye now." I said to Mr Matthew.We were both waiting for Charles' private jet, it was going to be here any moment from now. I was ready, but I wasn't so sure about Kumi. She looked like she wasn't ready to part with this place yet."Yadaaa. I don't want to go, I want to stay longer here." She whined.She really w