All thanks to my stepbrother, Ghino, for letting me push through that kind of decision. My parents, especially, my dad, wherever his soul was right now, would probably understand why I did such a ridiculous thing. Six hours later, under the glimmering full moon, we reached the east side of the state, a countryside where all I could see were small houses built with light materials. My blurred eyes could barely see any three-story buildings, shopping malls, restaurants, or schools. The entire place was as if it was abandoned by time, but well-preserved. Where I parked the car, in front of us was a wide blue ocean. As soon as the window of the car was opened, the cold summer breeze caressed my exhausted skin, helping me to regenerate my lost strength after a few hours of non-stop trip. On top of that, the cold air helped me get refreshed and clear up my bothered mind. Time check. The time was already three in the morning when we finally stopped running. I catch a glimpse of her face
My silent complaints were shuttered into pieces when someone knocked on the door. Even the sounds of the knocking reverberated all the walls of the room. "Dylan, lunch's ready. Get out now." Elaine's words echoed in my ears. "Wait for me, Elaine," I replied as I moved from the floor and pulled the door open. Luckily, she stayed in front of the room. Then I pulled her inside. We talked heart-to-heart about a lot of things - my complaints to be precise. One to mention was the fact that I cannot stay in the room without an AC. However, Elaine explained to me that there was none all over the house when the people who lived in the house didn't need one because the entire place was already surrounded by towering trees. The heat of the sun couldn't penetrate the house. I also complained about having no private toilet room, but Elaine highly advised me to endure walking a few meters from our room to the public toilet room when the house only has one. She also remi
Elaine's Mom continued, "Because of that, I will extend my full support to my daughter's husband, Ghino Frost, and the deceased families with their decisions to put a bounty of five million dollars on those who can give us information about Dylan's whereabouts." Shit. The last thing I heard from my attorney was that Ghino declared a million-dollar bounty to the person who kidnapped Elaine, but it was raised to five million. I could not believe even my own stepbrother would go that far, making me the most wanted person in New York City. "If Dylan was looking at the news right now, do you have a message for him?" The reporter threw another question at her. But instead of an answer, Elaine's Mom collapsed to the floor causing a commotion at the press conference. If this news could reach Elaine, perhaps it would happen to her as well, She will hate me because of that for certain. But how am I supposed to explain these things to her? Before anyone from the press confer
And the news already reached the borders of Tennessee. What worried me the most in the peek of our relationship seems to be inevitable. It was earlier than I expected. Sooner or later, the news could reach Elaine's attention. Good thing I insisted on coming with Mr. Delaven instead of her. "Yeah, of course, I'm doing just fine, Mr. Delaven!" I defensively replied as I dragged him out of the store before he could catch a glimpse at the newspaper stand. "We better get this done as soon as possible so we could go home early." The old man did not ask me for further questions, not even glancing at the store on our left, lucky for me. As soon as we delivered the two baskets to our client, we took off to the next village right away. Right before the sun went down, Mr. Delaven finished our deliveries without any deterrent. I tripled my speed accompanied by those sharp eyes, trying to avoid seeing any newspapers around. We met a few people in the villages, old and youn
My jaws couldn't stop from dropping to the ground when the first image that was captured with my eyes on the newspaper was our faces. It says in the news that Dylan kidnapped me and was the person behind the bombing incident that killed six innocent lives. Above all, even my parents agreed to put a five-million-dollar bounty on Dylan's head, dead or alive. If these newspapers already reached the farm, the chances that they also reached the nearby villages... No! I could not help but cut off my own thoughts. Worries and fears shivered down my spine thinking about Dylan's safety while traveling with Mr. Delaven to deliver the blackberries. "How dare you two lie to us, huh?" She continued, her voice laced with dismay. "Once they're back, I want you to evacuate the room before I call the cops, do you understand?" "But everything they accused of him was all wrong, Mrs. Delaven!" I debated as I clenched the newspapers in too much frustration. "Dylan did not kidnap me. I
"You love that bastard?" Mom had no plan of letting it slide for once. "Do you even hear what you are saying, huh, Elaine? Is this how you repay us for everything that we have done for you?" Then he leaned her hands on both sides of her waistline while giving me a sharp glare and bent brows. "Fine," she added. "Let's assume I believe you on that note. What's next? Do you think you two could be happy after everything you have done, huh?" I already expected this to happen once I would be reunited with my family after being gone for almost a month with no communication with any of them. And I could do nothing about her endless motherly lectures but accept them with open hands and long forbearance. Like what Dylan told me that night when I asked him about my parents if they could be mad at me. He advised me that no matter how petrified they were to me, I was still their one and only daughter. That I have to thicken my face, lengthen my patience, and expand my understan
The continuous shuttering of their cameras even reverberated in my ears after hearing my honest confession - my truth - our side of the story. "Did he kidnap or threaten you to come with him? Or was it part of your plan to go run away with him on the same day of your wedding?" asks the reporters in front of me. "Of course, not!" I confessed one of the facts. "Dylan did not do any of those things everyone accused of him. To prove his innocence, I would like to propose a negotiation with the cops about something - I wanted to confess his whereabouts." "So you mean it was true that you and Mr. Spencer were having an affair despite he was already married to someone else?" The male reporter on my left throws another question. This time, I haven't prepared any bullet for the question. So I glanced around, searching for Maureen or Ghino from the crowd, thinking they could have been behind the question. "Yes, you can think of it that way. We're having an affair. But I fell in love with Dyl
"Let go of me, you fucking slut!" Maureen continued as she attempted to remove my grip. I know she was not the kind of woman who wanted to get beaten up by someone like me. She would rather use everything in her power to get rid of everyone who dared bark at her or cross her path. Just like what she did to me and Dylan. Maureen was definitely the perfect female version of the devil; arrogant, bigoted, close-minded, greedy, hypocritical, and all the negative traits in the world. She was comparable to a cute and lovely pup in front of you. But once you turned your face and back around, she shifted into a huge poisonous anaconda snake. She will use her tail to encircle your whole body, bite your neck until your blood floods the floor, gets numbed, and begs her to spare your life. That's what she really is. However, I already decided not to get stepped on by someone like Maureen. So I held her hands harder than she could ever imagine. She was about to use her left
"What do you mean you sold everything in our store?" Dad, out of the blue, appeared behind Dylan. He was drunk and was even carrying a bottle of alcohol in his hand. Never in my life, I have seen Dad getting drunk. I heard John Dave came home from school earlier but he was alone. But now he came home drunk. And it made me worried, believing he would lash out at Dylan. "Look, Mr. Fisher." Dylan insisted, ignoring Dad's zig-zag pace and twirling head. "I sold everything in your store..." To our surprise, Dad furiously smashed the bottle of alcohol to the ground with no signs of hesitation even if the fact that any of us might get hurt by it. The shattered sound when the bottle broke into pieces reverberated in my ears. Nervousness shivered down my spine as I remembered the last time Dylan visited the house. Dad, because he couldn't hold onto his anger, pointed the tip of his rifle straight into Dylan's head at that time. I don't want what happened in the past to
One month later. In the middle of our journey back to the province, I put my hand on Dylan's thigh while he was driving to see his reaction. The trip back to the province will be boring so I decided to break the ice. "Uh-ah!" Dylan quickly blurted as though he already knew what I was trying to do. "What?" I asked him teasingly, pretending to know nothing. "Don't do it." He said. "Don't do what?" I asked again, but I was trying harder not to laugh at his expression. His eyes were still focused on the road. "Don't start something you ain't gonna finish ma'am." "What are you talking about?" For the third time, I asked him, and this time, I started to laugh at his partly irritated and funny reaction. My little plan somehow worked out. To tease him. To make him laugh throughout our entire trip. I crazily missed Dylan's smile that much. It has been a month since all our problems have been fixed yet I barely see him smiling. "You know dang well what I
The armored car roared down the desolate road, its engine humming with power. My heart raced, worries and fears cursing through my veins as I gripped the handrail tightly. Our eyes were fixed on the two cars ahead of us. The last image my eyes captured was Maureen and Bernard joining in one car while the rest of them used the other car. "Since when did you know about the truth?" Dylan asked, his voice started to get calm, but the speed of the car kept accelerating. I couldn't let go of my eyes to the road, but Dylan deserved to know the truth, so replied without looking at him, "Since last night. I caught Ghino - I mean, Bernard Scarlette, talking to Maureen over the phone. And I heard his confession with my own ears. He confessed all his crimes." "And they are going to pay for what they did to Dad and Ghino," he answered back with conviction. "I'll use everything to catch them even in hell." So he stepped onto the accelerator and sped up the car twice the spee
"Elaine, can you hear me?" Another voice reverberated in my ears all of a sudden. "It's me, Noah. Listen to me, okay? The result came out. And the man who killed..." "What the hell is going on?" The head of the mission cut off Brother Noah's words. "Stop intervening, Noah. Elaine is in the middle of her negotiation now. We can't stop now." he insisted before he ordered. "Cut off everyone's line apart from mine. God damn it!" "No. Let him talk first. It's part of my plan. I need some information from him," I begged without moving the corner of my lips, and my undivided attention was focused on those men in masks across from me. "Are you deaf or something?" one of the masked men yelled. "Bring us the money." "Elaine, listen to me. What I found out was fucking insane." Brother Noah continued, making it hard for me to decide whether to answer the kidnappers or wait for his confession. "Proceed, Brother Noah. I'm listening, but I can only give you two minutes. We d
I could not believe a murderer just passed through me and acted as if nothing happened. But how? How did it happen? Since when did he fabricate Ghino's face? What did I miss? How come I did not notice it when I got back to New York? Those were the questions that remained unanswered and were running wild inside my helpless brain. Right. I remember now. On the day I went back from Tennessee. The first place that I went to visit was the office. And he wrapped his arms around me the second he saw me. I noticed that his body lost body weight. Ghino, who is in his right mind, wouldn't lose body weight that much in just a month of me being gone. "Are just gonna stand there, Elaine?" The impostor asked again without looking at me. His eyes were fixed on the newspapers he was holding. "Right, Ms. Elaine. Have you forgotten anything?" Lalaine approached me and held my hand to check if something was wrong with me. "Umm... Yeah, I forgot to bring my phone." Luckily I alrea
That was one for a fact. Maureen had every right to debate with Don Romualdo's lawyers as it was completely ridiculous. I mean, who am I to the family? Mr. and Mrs. Spencer simply hired me to be Dylan's secretary, nothing more, nothing less. It also made me wonder why me, a mere secretary, instead of Ghino who comes from their flesh and blood. No matter how hard I tried to think of one good reason to support their claim, my brain couldn't get one. Neither Don Romualdo, when he was still alive, nor Dylan told me about it either. "Please, enlighten us, Attorney," Ghino asked, breaking the awkward stares between me and Maureen. Mr. Vargas then slid a piece of brown envelope across from us. I was about to reach out to it but Maureen preceded me. She checked inside and studied it for a few seconds. All of us, including Ghino, drew several long curved lines while waiting for the piece of paper to drop on the table so we could read it. Instead of waiting, I tried to read
Before that assumption happened, I mustered the courage and broke the silence, "My apologies, no matter how many times, I know, is not even enough to make you feel better. I cannot turn back time either. But it was not my intention to harm them. They were the kindest couple I have ever known my whole life." "But why of all the places had to be my parents, huh? He's a goddamn billionaire. You two could have rented an expensive hotel, run away to other countries, or buy a house. You two were old enough not to know how risky your situations are. Why?" "From the bottom of my heart, I'm so sorry about it, I really do," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. Then I lifted my eyes to the ceiling to avoid the tears from pouring. "Dylan and I simply wanted to live a simple life, away from those who try to separate us." But no matter how hard I tried begging, stopping the tears from pouring, they were beyond my control. They flooded my cheeks like an open faucet with the ut
Dad and Mom were left with no other choice but to tell me everything Ghino told them earlier. It turned out that based on the police officer's assumptions, those people who killed Mr. and Mrs. Delaven might not heard the latest press conference I made. So they assumed that Dylan was kidnapped to ask for more from the Spencers instead of the five million dollar bounty. However, they advised us to keep an eye on our phones from time to time, believing the kidnappers, whoever they were, would call one of us sooner or later. But I couldn't wait for the kidnappers to call me. Waiting for an hour while doing nothing would be a nightmare for me. So, I asked Mom and Dad that I wanted to go to the farm ASAP to check it myself - to get anything - clues or signs, perhaps Dylan left something before he was kidnapped. At first, Mom and Dad highly disagreed as it was too risky for me to travel back to Tennessee that late. But I insisted and burst into tears because I needed to see M
"Let go of me, you fucking slut!" Maureen continued as she attempted to remove my grip. I know she was not the kind of woman who wanted to get beaten up by someone like me. She would rather use everything in her power to get rid of everyone who dared bark at her or cross her path. Just like what she did to me and Dylan. Maureen was definitely the perfect female version of the devil; arrogant, bigoted, close-minded, greedy, hypocritical, and all the negative traits in the world. She was comparable to a cute and lovely pup in front of you. But once you turned your face and back around, she shifted into a huge poisonous anaconda snake. She will use her tail to encircle your whole body, bite your neck until your blood floods the floor, gets numbed, and begs her to spare your life. That's what she really is. However, I already decided not to get stepped on by someone like Maureen. So I held her hands harder than she could ever imagine. She was about to use her left