There was a tremendous pound on the door from someone being flung into it. Sylvia was frightened when she felt the tremors through the door. Odell, who was on the verge of losing his sanity, suddenly stopped his movements. He grabbed Sylvia and dragged her several steps back, then he looked toward the door with ominously red eyes and hissed icily. "What's going on?" Ben, who was standing guard outside, answered him. “Master Carter, the second master brought... a lot of people here. We’re no match for him. You have to go now!” he informed while struggling for breath. It was him who was slammed against the door. A sunken loop appeared in Odell’s eyes, then he peered at Sylvia who was bound in his arms. Sylvia glared back at him. "Odell, let me go unless you want to get beat up!” Odell smiled grimly. She felt an inexplicable shiver run through her body. He suddenly raised his hand and turned on the lights. Brightening rays of light washed over the entir
Odell looked at her profoundly, his lips held into a frown. Sylvia thought that all that stress from recent events must have gotten to his head which led to him acting this way. She refrained from going on for fear that it might cause him to further lose his mind. Either way, she would find some way to get Isabel and Liam out of this place after she met them later. After it seemed like Odell had calmed down, she peered at his pocket. Odell caught her stealing looks at his pocket and asked, "What are you looking at?" "Didn’t you just put a ring in your pocket?” Sylvia asked. "Yeah." Odell took it out of his pocket, assuming that Sylvia took interest in the ring. The street lamps along the side of the road cast beams of light down to where they were. Under such sufficient lighting, Sylvia could easily recognize the delicately polished, vintage sapphire ring that rested in the center of his palm. She immediately frowned. Odell was paying close attention to he
… It was a stormy night filled with the ringing of thunderstorms. Ten-year-old Sylvia was still living in the old district with her grandparents at the time. That night, she wanted to eat snacks from a certain street vendor and snuck out of the house without her grandparents knowing. That was when she encountered the fateful scene of a boy surrounded by a group of people at the entrance of an alley. The poor boy was beaten up. It was a rainy day and it was very dark. Not a soul passed by the alley. She wanted to call someone for help but there was no one around and she did not have a phone either. She knew that she could not just watch as the poor boy continued to get brutalized. She grabbed a pocket journal from her pocket and put it to her ear to pretend that it was a phone. Then, she stood at the mouth of the alley and began calling for the police and informing the police of her current location. She put on a tremendous act to make it seem like she was truly calling the
It was bizarre to think that the boy ended up becoming her husband in the future, the now twice-divorced ex-husband that had given her nothing but suffering… … Memories came flooding back. Sylvia looked at the night sky through the car window. Her mind was blank. Odell sat next to her and stared thoughtfully at her. It was as if his gaze would penetrate her skull. Sylvia found it hard to believe that he was the boy she rescued that night. She suddenly felt an inexplicable heaviness in her heart and after a while, a thought suddenly occurred to her. She turned to him and asked, "Odell, you don’t think that Tara was the one who saved you that night, do you?” Odell made a look and stayed silent. The disturbed look in his eyes was all the answer she needed. She felt something stuck in her throat and did not know what to say. She recalled how he always talked about how much Tara had done for him in the past, and how she was his single ray of hope in the dark da
There was not a spot of light seen in her residence, while Odell’s was glittering with lights everywhere. It was still as well furnished as it was in the past. There were even two bodyguards posted by the entrance. There was no sign of any depravity that came upon the property. Perhaps this was the last remnant of his time in the spotlight before the Carter Corporation faced total collapse. The bodyguards recognized Sylvia and immediately opened the door for her when she approached. Shortly after she entered, the housekeeper, Sebastian, greeted her enthusiastically. Sylvia exchanged several kind words of greeting with him before she went to Madam Carters’ room. As expected, Isabel and Liam were inside the room with her. Liam was sitting by the bed and had his attention squarely fixed on his book, while Isabel had fallen asleep next to her great-grandmother. Sylvia slowly walked to Liam's side. Liam turned up to look at her. His adorable, chubby cheeks seem
Sylvia ruffled his hair and asked, “Liam, why are you standing here?” “No reason.” Liam looked at her and said, “Mommy, Uncle is here.” “Alright, let’s go downstairs,” she said while taking Liam’s hand. Liam peered at her face and noticed the dark, heavy circles under her eyes, sharp evidence of her lack of sleep. He reflected that he should have never let Isabel go downstairs. It must have been her shouts that woke up their mother. He made a subtle, silent frown and restored the cool, stoic expression on his face shortly after. They arrived in the living room. Thomas was seated on the couch in the living room while the enamored Isabel was sitting on his lap and seemed very delighted to see him. “Uncle, drink some tea and have some snacks. Don’t be shy.” Thomas smiled faintly. Aunt Tonya, who was busy pouring him tea, was similarly amused by Isabel playing host and chuckled heartily. Sylvia took Liam to them and greeted Thomas with a smile, “Thomas, why ar
Lush Heaven. The atmosphere inside the VIP box was a sharp contrast to the world outside. There was hardly any light inside and the air was filled with the pungent scent of alcohol. A tall man was slumped against the black couch with a glass of liquor in his hand which he hung suspended in the air, fixed in a trance. Knock knock. There was a sudden knock on the door. He opened his eyes but did not answer the knock. Cliff was standing on the other side of the door. After not receiving an answer for some time, he very cautiously opened the door. He walked up to Odell and frowned when he saw the state Odell was in, but took caution to maintain the respectful tone in his voice. "Master Carter, I just got back from the police station." Odell pried his eyelids open and revealed a sharp look underneath them. “Go on.” “Your suspicions were correct. After the police interrogated Melanie and looked further into her relationship with Miss Tara, they found that she was n
Sebastian answered her warmly, “I… No, it’s nothing.” That was when Sylvia and Aunt Tonya stepped forward to see him. Sylvia gently patted Isabel’s head and urged, “Isabel, go inside and play with your brother." Isabel muted a quick “Okay” and ran back into the living room. Sylvia went up to Sebastian and addressed him, “Sebastian, are you here to say something to me?” Sebastian hesitated for several seconds and with an exasperated sigh, began relaying, “Missus, I just wanted to see if I can persuade you to speak to Master Carter. Jacob told me that he went to the bar today again. I know that circumstances are hard with what’s happening with the company, but he can’t keep living like this.” Sylvia frowned sternly. "I divorced him a long time ago. It’s not in my place to talk to him.” “But there’s no one more suitable for this task than you. You just need to go to him and say a few words. I’m sure he’ll return to his usual form after that.” “No, it’s just that th
She was her usual self in every aspect. She put her heart into her job and never started trouble so long as nobody tried to start trouble with her. The crew cycled through their locations during their shoot. The constant travel made her skin break out slightly, but there were no other concerns otherwise. The shoot progressed very smoothly and within three months, they managed to wrap up everything at the mountainous region previously mentioned. It was nearly evening when they wrapped up the shoot. Holding a bouquet in hand, she took a group picture with the crew and celebrated with everyone. After that, she planned to hitch a ride with another crew member and leave for home. To their demise, some men in uniform who claimed to be the road maintenance technicians showed up to break the bad news to them. They mentioned that they had to repair some of the roads urgently and so the way home was temporarily obstructed. The director took his phone and called the city hotline fo
He remembered his first meeting with Isabel. She was sitting all by herself on the floor, in the middle of nowhere. Her vulnerable expression only made her more endearing. So, he managed to get her to go to his place and installed her in his home. He fell for her and paid careful attention to all her needs. It did not take long before Isabel caught feelings for him as well. The two of them got together in no time. Their days were plain and ordinary, but also very fulfilling, that was until he met Clarice. With the help of his father, his power struggle with Roland had reached a tipping point. It was at that opportune moment when Clarice’s father saw something in Roland and planned to wed his daughter Clarice to him to join up their families, which was a cause for alarm for Decker. He stressed over it for an entire night before approaching Clarice himself the very next day. Clarice quickly caught feelings for him as well. Furthermore, Roland had been foolish enough to reject
Decker was smiling quite earnestly at Isabel. Isabel threw a deeply suspicious look at him, then she glanced at the stack of documents laid out on top of the table in front of her. “Transferal of Shares.” She was dumbfounded. "I've gone through the contract, it’s safe to sign so go ahead.” Roland picked up a pen and handed it to her. "Roland, I..." "Sign it first, I’ll explain when we get home.” Isabel frowned and tried to protest. "I—" "Don't make me have to beg." Isabel did not know how to respond. Fine. She briefly scanned through the contract. The contract stated Decker’s agreement to transfer the remaining forty percent of his shares in Rockwell Corporation to her. Roland must have talked to the shareholders of Rockwell Corporation about this as well. They all regarded Isabel with polite smiles. Isabel had flipped through the final page of the document. She signed her name on one of the marked-out sections. She proceeded to sign all thr
They ended the call shortly after that. Isabel glanced at Martha and was hesitating if she should break the news right away. Martha seemed to have sensed her staring and suddenly turned to her with a flash of concern. "Isabel, what's wrong?" Isabel took a deep breath and broke the news. "Auntie, Master Rockwell just passed away." Martha's eyes widened. After a lengthy silence that lasted more than ten seconds, she started to break out in tears. She covered her face with her hands and expressed amid bouts of tears mixed with laughter, “Wonderful! About time! I hope he enjoys life in the underworld. God knows that someone like him will never deserve a spot in heaven!” Isabel did not know whether she should celebrate with Martha or console her. Soon, Martha began to collect herself. She briefly wiped away her tears and joyfully took Isabel's hand. "Isabel, let’s go shopping! I’m in such a good mood today, I’m going to go on a shopping spree!” "Okay. But Roland w
Isabel held onto Roland's hand firmly during the entire drive home after leaving the hospital. It was because Roland’s hands were cold and rigid. Isabel sat with him and tirelessly rubbed his hand to keep them warm. After one hand was warm, she would shift her attention to the other. By the time she managed to warm the other hand, the original hand would turn cold again. She decided it was easier to take both of his hands and caress them with the warmth of her palms. Roland looked at her with a gentle glow deep within his eyes. “Thank you, Isabel,” he said softly. Thank you for loving him, and for sticking by his side all this time despite circumstances. Isabel smiled. “I’m just warming your hands, it's no big deal. Still, you’re welcome." Roland smiled faintly and left it at that. Soon, his hands began to warm up off of the heat of Isabel’s palms. When Isabel felt that his hands were no longer freezing, she prepared to pull her hand away. That was when
Decker looked nothing like his usual self. The pompous, arrogant man who held himself far above others and who expected everyone around him to kiss up to him because he was superior to them all. It was as if he had been plunged not only to Earth but a pile of swamp. He had completely lost his usual grace. Isabel said crossly, "Decker, have you gone mental? Is everything going on too much for you?” “Yeah, could you help me?” he said with a coy smile, “Just one hug should be enough to take care of it all.” Isabel rolled her eyes. Without warning, he suddenly braced himself and lunged right at Isabel, stepping past Brandon who was caught off guard by this sudden attack. Isabel barely had time to react. Just when it seemed like his hand was about to graze Isabel, a long pair of arms seized Isabel from behind and jerked her backward. It was swiftly followed by a long, muscular leg shooting outward right next to Isabel. Thump! Decker was kicked to the ground.
"How did you and Roland meet?" Decker suddenly asked. Isabel turned away, fully intent on ignoring him. "Did you meet each other at Carter Corporation? Or did you meet him outside of work and gradually fell in love with him, then you decided to set him up with a position at Carter Corporation?” What did he mean by that? Was he insinuating that Roland was relying on her to snake his way into Carter Corporation? She threw a sideways, belittling look at him. "Do you think Roland is anything like you? He wouldn’t latch on another woman to further his goals.” Decker was not upset by this as he continued with a smug smile. "Oh? Then how did he get into Carter Corporation?" “He proved his worth.” Isabel realized that she had been roped in by Decker again. Nevertheless, she continued, “He passed the interviews himself. I was one of the interviewers and initially planned to dismiss him, but he managed to leave a very good impression on my father and the rest was history.” "
"I never meant to kill him! Roland, you have to believe me. Why would I still try to deceive you when I’m in this state?” “In that case, you can go ahead and explain things to him in the afterlife.” Master Rockwell was taken aback by this, his demeanor tightened. "You...you..." Roland looked at him calmly. "Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. It was Grandma and my parents who raised me. They instilled morals and virtue into me and made sure I’d grow into a decent man.” Master Rockwell was briefly relieved to hear this, but before he could rid himself of his trepidation, Roland continued in a dark voice, "But I won’t forget about you and Decker bribing all those media outlets to defame Isabel. I know you manipulated the stock prices to try to kick me out of the corporation. I’ll make sure to settle our score through the legal system.” If convicted guilty, they would have to rot in prison. “Roland… listen to me, Roland. Decker is your uncle. If you want revenge, you can come
Master Rockwell must have heard their shifting movements and opened his eyes. When he recognized the faces of Roland and Isabel, there was a brief glow in his murky eyes. He motioned to the nurse to have her help him sit up from the bed. After he managed to position himself seated up against the head of the bed, he asked the nurse to leave. Then he cast a loving, tender smile on Roland and Isabel. “Roland, Isabel, please have a seat.” Roland said disinterestedly, "We have things to get to, just hurry up and tell us what you have to say." Isabel stayed silent. A look flashed in Master Rockwell's eyes. Then, he turned to Isabel and expressed regretfully, "Isabel, I’m a foolish old man, it was me who told Decker to leak pictures of you two. He had no choice because I forced him to do so. If you have to blame someone, blame me!” Isabel frowned. She was somewhat impressed by how smoothly the old man switched his mask from one to another. From a forlorn and sad state t