Phoebe’s POV I quickly got into a taxi and drove straight to Eric’s house. For some odd reason, i felt he needed me. The drive took longer than I expected. I tried calling his phone but it was off. Andrew wasn’t picking up either. I had already spoken to Jonathan. His tone wasn’t what I was expecting. The moment I got out of the taxi, I ran as fast as I could. Couldn’t wait for the gate ID to capture my face. The alarm went off, but I didn’t bother looking back. I ran passed Andrew and the other bodyguard, who ran towards the gate. I barged into Eric’s room. He wasn’t himself. His head was down facing the table before him. With both his hands holding the tips of the table. “Eric!” I called out his name. He turned. His face messed up by his tears. I hated to see him like this. I felt a sting in my chest. It was an unbearable pain. The man I loved was in pain. “E-Eric” My words were cut short when he pulled me into a tight hug. I felt his tears on my shoulders. He mu
Chang’s Apartment 🎶 Long live the faithful heart 🎶 Long live the kind heart 🎶 Everyone should be happy in their world 🎶 Wash away the pain and sadness away. 🎶 You can find happiness in yourself 🎶 Don’t bother looking elsewhere 🎶 It’ll be okay if you just hold on. “Wow, Chang, you’ve improved so much,” Dylan praised Chang. “Well, I’m preparing for our next tour,” he revealed. “What? It’s months away!” “There’s nothing wrong with preparing ahead of time.” “Yeah, yeah,” Dylan agreed. “It seems your brother and your father are paying more attention to you now,” Dylan suddenly said. Chang smiled. “Yeah. I think my brother is probably in a good mood since he’s with the person he loves the most.” “Huh!” Dylan exclaimed. A soft laugh escaped his lips. “It’s nothing for you to concern yourself with.” “Nah, you just don’t want to spill the beans.” Chang chuckled. “Anyways, what about you and Miss Yoon Eum?” “What about us?” “Man, you know what I’m talking about.” “I
Eric’s POV It's been a few days since I discovered Uncle Ben’s involvement in my parents' deaths. It was quite fortunate that I survived, but I couldn’t shake the thought that my own uncle could kill his brother. Why? What drove him to do it? Wasn't his treatment of me similar to how Philip and Chang treated me? Did this mean I had to be even more careful with Philip and Chang? And what about Phoebe and her family? Would they be in danger too? These thoughts haunted me. I couldn’t sleep with Phoebe out of the house. Her stubbornness sometimes irritated me, yet it was one of the reasons I fell for her. I hadn’t visited my grandparents in a while, and now it would be even more difficult since I didn’t know what I would do if I ever saw Uncle Ben. Andrew was helping me investigate who was involved in the accident. Twenty years ago, the police reported it as an accident. But how could I call it an accident when my body was discovered more than a foot away from the nearly un
Roxie's POV We arrived at an isolated area. There was nothing to trace back to where I was, if I ever make it out of here alive. They were smarter than I had anticipated. Mr. Meyers was right. I should have ran for it when I had the chance. But it was too late now. I could careless what they would do to me but… My thoughts were interrupted when the tall and bald man seated next to me , tapped my shoulder. Drawing my attention. “Get out” he ordered. I sniffed and glared at him. “Don’t boss me around, I will get out anyways” He chuckled at my response. I finally got out of the car and scanned the place well but improved fruitless. The two drew closer to each other and spoke in a different language. It was mandarin or Korean. It was a different language, it didn’t matter which language anyways. I still wouldn’t understand a thing. Suddenly a call came through. The bald man picked his phone and answered. He nodded and came to grab both my hands. “Hey w-what do you think you a
Mr. Meyers arrived at the designated location, his heart pounding in his chest. Eric and Cloud were still far behind. He parked a distance away, not wanting to draw any attention. He moved cautiously, putting space between himself and the people holding Phoebe hostage. He tiptoed, carefully examining his surroundings as he closed in. The area was isolated, a perfect place for someone to disappear without a trace. The building had no windows, adding to the ominous atmosphere. Mr. Meyers hid behind a cracked door and peered through the narrow opening to see what was happening inside. His eyes widened in horror when he saw Phoebe tied up, looking terrified and helpless in his eyes. A surge of anger and courage suddenly coursed through his body. Without hesitation, he barged in, ready to rescue his daughter. "Let go of my daughter now, Mr. Chen!" Mr. Meyers demanded, his voice trembling with rage. "Here comes the father of the year," Mr. Chen mocked, a sinister smile spread
Eric’s POV We finally arrived at the said location. I got out of the car without waiting for Cloud. “Hey man, take it easy,” he called after me. I ignored him, my eyes scanning the surroundings. Suddenly, someone broke through a glass window and ran off without looking back. My heart skipped a beat. I had a bad feeling about this. I felt my blood boiling and my heart pounding out of my chest. The place was well hidden from the public. I ran as fast as my feet would let me, chasing after the figure. Cloud shouted something behind me, but I was too focused to hear. My footsteps mirrored my frustration, each thud against the pavement a reverberation of the fury building within me. I had never felt such a potent mix of anger and fear coursing through my veins. The night air was thick, suffocating, as if the world itself was aware of the horror I was about to face. I turned the corner and saw the broken glass scattered like jagged diamonds across the ground. My heart sank, a
Eric's POV: Every cell in my body was screaming to kill. While holding Phoebe in my arms, I couldn’t help but feel like my body wasn’t mine. Her blood stained my shirt. I calmly placed her down near the broken door. I carefully examined her face, touching her bruised cheek and wiping the blood from her nose. It fueled my anger even more. I gritted my teeth and kissed her forehead. I noticed Cloud was busy blocking the other men who tried to run away. I clenched my fist and headed toward the man I believed was the mastermind behind all this chaos. I launched at him with full speed, like a predator ready to pounce on its prey. He noticed my movement and tried to move but was caught before he could hide. I pulled his left arm and threw him down, his back hitting the ground with a thud. He groaned in pain. His men flinched at the sight of their boss being thrown down. The other two men were still unconscious on the ground. Suddenly, the mastermind caught m
Eric’s POV I couldn’t make out what he was saying when he started speaking, but when I drew my ears closer to his lips, his words struck me. "What the hell are you talking about?" I demanded, feeling a wave of confusion and anger. What did he know about my father’s death? Before I could press him for answers, he lost consciousness, leaving my questions unanswered. “Eric! Phoebe?” Cloud called out to me, interrupting my thoughts. He had also finished dealing with his targets. “Is he okay? You hit him hard, you know that, right?” Cloud asked, concern lacing his voice. “I couldn't care less. Let's just call the police to handle it from here,” I said, brushing past him to pick Phoebe up. My focus was solely on her now. Cloud shook his head and sighed. “What should we do with you, Eric?” Ignoring his remarks, I carried Phoebe out of the building and gently placed her in the back seat of the car. “Hurry, Cloud.” “Yeah, yeah, coming.” As I drove towards the nearest hospital, I cal