VICTOR.... My private jet landed at the airport as I slowly walked down the jet, with Luis and Avon following behind me. My mood was quite ruined, thanks to a few pieces of news I received before flying back from Russia to the country. It turns out my little bird met Florence, and she hid it from me. Though she did nothing to keep it a secret, I'm still mad that she didn't inform me beforehand. Well, she just earned a punishment for herself! However, the worst news was that the reason I returned to America a few months earlier followed me here. Though, throughout my investigation, I've realized that someone from my family arranged that attack, I'm still unsure of who that person is and do not know how he would attack again. This time, I'm more scared for Bellatrix. She didn't know I had returned today; I was about to surprise her, yet she beat me to it. Now, it'll be a surprise punishment for her. I feel my body hardening just at the thought of that... "Luis." "Chairman." "Inf
BELLATRIX.... I lay on the bed, my mind drifting to Florence's words... Although I have always said I don't care about my parents, a part of me still hurts. Are they really my biological parents? This one question has lingered in my mind for the last five years. I was kidnapped at eight years old; ten years have passed in between, and their hearts' changes toward me... Neil's changes toward me were logical; with time, he had perhaps changed according to his parents and environment. But what about my parents? Do parents' hearts really change for their children? *Sigh...* If one day I am blessed with children, I will never treat them the way my parents did. I will love them so much, and I know Victor will do the same... Mmm, in that thought, does Victor want children too? With me? I blink, suddenly realizing that we never really discussed this matter. What if... he doesn't want to? He never shared his desires regarding this matter. An abrupt frustration coursed through me. I sat u
BELLATRIX.... The next day, I woke up with sore legs, a raspy throat, and a gleeful heart... I stretched my body before rolling over to my husband and hugging him. His huge arms wrapped around me as I lay on his chest, hearing his steady heartbeat. It was so peaceful, a dream come true. I never realized life could be so beautiful. Aside from stress, the pressure to fit into society, making the family proud, and fighting for their attention—which I have always received negatively—there were insults, mockery, and schemes... There was no kindness or delight in my life. But with Victor, those seemed just a part of life that gets suppressed by his love over time, healing my deeply wounded soul along the way. He knows that I met Florence yesterday; I did not attempt to hide it. However, he did not ask about it at all, which gives me a sense of freedom... He had given me space and trusted me enough to let me handle it on my own, which made me love him more. His hand was caressing my low
VICTOR.... I stood before Grandpa's lifeless body in the coffin... He was handsome as usual, a little pale though. It was still somewhat unbelievable for me that he is no longer with us... with me. His last words are still echoing in my ears... For some reason, now it feels as if he knew of his impending death. That strange desperation in his weak tone suddenly became clear to me. But now it's too late. I wish I had been beside him in his last moments. A hard lump is forming in my chest; it's so painful realizing that another of my beloved ones has left me forever. Sigh... I feel a soft touch on my hand; without looking beside me, I knew it was my wife. Honestly, if it weren't for her, I would have been broken quite badly. She is giving me her strength. It turns out that in giving me one support, God has taken the previous one. She silently holds my hand and leans on my arm. "He has worked hard for a long time; it's time for his rest," she whispers softly. "Hmm... He looks peac
VICTOR.... I stared at his back; soon, he disappeared into the crowd of people at the funeral. I frowned before getting inside the car. Bellatrix had witnessed all of it. She felt the strange tension within him too. "What is it?" Slowly, I opened the note: 'Tomorrow, at four in the afternoon, at Charlie's House, I will wait for you. Text me your answer if you can come.' "Who is Charlie?" I heard Bella's curious tone. "It's not really a person he meant; Charlie's House—it's a meatball restaurant a little way from the main city," I explained. Since childhood, I have seen Grandpa visiting Charlie's House at least once a month. Sometimes, he even took me with him. The owner, Charlie, used to adore us and respected Grandpa a lot. In Grandpa's heart, no one could make meatballs like Charlie, so no matter how far away it was, he would always visit. Although I have heard that a few years earlier, Charlie died. At that time, Grandpa was really sad. He had built a good bond with Charlie
VICTOR.... I froze, staring at the old man before me. "What about them?" I asked coldly, suddenly feeling insecure about his mention. What secrets could there be regarding my parents? Daniel's gaze lowered as he slowly brought out an envelope from his blazer pocket, placing it on the table before looking up at me, clear guilt lingering in his gray eyes. "Years ago, your parents died in a plane crash. You were a child back then—helpless and vulnerable," he spoke. "Master Ryder was broken too; he loved his daughter so much. Even though it was an accident, Master's mind couldn’t accept it. He had a doubt that it wasn’t just an accident, so he started investigating. I was always beside him and secretly ran the investigation for him and realized that..." He paused abruptly. I swallowed hard; my heart was tightening as I could guess his next words, and I wasn't wrong at all. "We realized that the master's doubts were true; it was a planned murder..." My breath stopped for a few secon
BELLATRIX.... When I woke up from sleep, it was midday, almost time for lunch... I stretched like a cat, rolling onto the bed before finally sitting up. I slept like the dead for almost twenty-four hours. It's quite unusual, but I have heard that for people who take a flight for the first time, it happens. Undoubtedly, my husband is at the office at this hour. Before he left this morning, I felt his kisses and heard "I love you" in my sleep. Although I couldn't reply, even in my sleep, it fluttered my heart. Getting off the bed, I walked directly into the bathroom, slipping my skimpy nightdress off my body, which perhaps my husband changed for me last night because, as far as I remember, I hit the bed without changing my dress after returning from the funeral. I brushed my teeth and entered the shower... Cold water slipped over my body, making me sigh in pleasure. After the shower, I stood before the bathroom mirror, drying my hair while my eyes roamed over the accessories placed
BELLATRIX.... My heart hammered within my chest as my eyes flew wide. Oh, thank God! I murmured in my head. If it hadn't been for Mathew, I might have been... "Ma'am!" a voice shrieked, and I froze. Right before me, I saw Mathew rushing toward me. Wait... If he didn't save me, then who did? Immediately, I pushed myself up onto my feet and turned to see the person, only to gasp. My eyes widened, and my hand flew to cover my mouth. "Roy!" I cried out in both mirth and shock. It's him! Roy Stafford! My best friend besides Stella and the only man I had ever been close to, except for Victor, and of course not in the same way as my husband, but as friends. "Oh my God!" I immediately hugged him, so glad and relieved to see him after five freaking years! "I cannot believe you are in front of me!" He chuckled. "Well, I am here now and on time, I guess." He patted my head. I broke the hug, looking him up and down. "When did you arrive in the country? How are you here?" I asked, still su