"Five million euros."
What fell from her husband's hot lips was the final offer at the height of the charity event. Rose gasped in disbelief. Theo had the audacity to risk that amount of money on a glittering necklace that was linked to a mannequin neck. Rose knew Italy and Canada didn't have the same currency. However, the euro and the dollar were quite close. At least she could convert the price of the struggling necklace based on the dollar amount. "For a necklace, isn't it too expensive, Theo?" Rose half-whispered looking around her. Millionaires gathered in one event, all classy haggling over prices from the initial benchmark to the highest, and which no one dared to beat with other prices. Rose was still waiting for Theo's answer. Her husband was too busy studying the flat object in his hand. "Wait for me here. I'll take care of the payment first." When Theo loomed. The only thing Rose could do was stare at the bigTheo's statement signaled Rose's mind was far from unreasonable. Apparently the man was still in his right mind to whisper such sentences in another language—French that the baritone—voiced owner, Rose's husband, was fluent in as he approached the host—they talked for a long time. Unlike Rose's position, who successfully received envious stares from several women down there. The stage is where all visuals are clearly captured. Even the guests outside the building, the shadows of the passers-by were caught in the translucency of the glass. "Come, Sugar." A soft invitation tingled next to Rose's hearing. She followed where Theo would lead her. They walked up the stairs one step at a time with each other's footsteps and arms clasped to show Theo's possessive side. Not knowing if this was a coincidence or not. On the last step, Rose's never—ending scanning of the entire building came to a screeching halt with a fierce face glaring at her.
"Happy birthday, Mommy!" Oracle's tiny fingers twirled the confetti, sending small pieces of paper flying into each other and slowly falling to meet the top of the head of the woman who had just taken a step onto the ivory-white marble. She was startled by a deafening sound not far from her position. Halfway down Rose raised her hands, letting a few papers fall into her grasp. Once there was no more waving left. The corner of Rose's lips carved a thin curve. She looked up to meet the pregnant woman's sweet smile. Bridgette with a large cake and lit candles approached Rose who was still transfixed, never expecting this to be a surprise. "Make a wish and blow out the candles, Rose." What could Rose wish for in her life right now? Each page of the coming day was a mystery. She could not guess how far fate would take her across all sorts of events, and when Rose's handful of wishes would grow into fruit ripe for the picking.
"She is Axe's niece?" Rose gave a small whisper. She frowned as Bridgette swallowed roughly the remaining cookie in her mouth. "No." The woman replied half reluctantly."Axe's daughter. Campel is with another woman. The point is that I'm married to a bastard, Rose. You know him, of course, so I won't tell you much." A forced smile-Rose calmly took in every word that passed Bridgette's lips. All the things... she either believed or didn't. For once she didn't interrupt. Waiting for her to finish. "Bridgette, can you watch Campel for a moment? There's something I need to take care of." The new one spoken of towered over. Snooping sharply at Acampeliaz's whereabouts beside Theo. "He's with your friend. You take it easy." "Keep an eye on him." Xelle's heterochromia eyes turned away and brought the cell phone closer to answer a call from someone. Busyness drove Xelle's steps to swing quickly as if pressed for time. Le
Rose went through all the activities this night with a feeling of half—sadness. Each need that she had to complete... came tumbling out, including the time when Rose had to unravel the traces of numbers and letters recorded in her memory and transfer those shadows to a digital record on her phone. She had already set aside the most important part about George to do later. The distance was getting closer, it wasn't difficult for Rose to reach the reality left in front of her eyes. Where George was going, at least Rose already held the key that would open the padlocked door for her. Rose's faint smile was followed by fingers playing with Oracle's tanned hair—each of the little boy's strands belonged exactly to Xelle along with the soft texture that never changed. Indeed, just moments ago Oracle had fallen asleep peacefully. In stark contrast to Rose's anxiety over her husband, who was like a waterfall falling and washing away the entirety of her disoriented state.
Rose did everything she could. However, only one such statement was able to pull Theo away. "I'm not angry. I just don't like it when he thinks things that aren't." The rough stomp of a glass foot drew one of Rose's eyebrows up high. "How can you say that?" "His eyes never blind me. He looks at me as if I'm going to abuse that little girl. But, I'm not" "Axe couldn't possibly—" Rose's sentence was cut off by Theo's sliding action against her arm. The bottle Rose had set aside far away was grabbed again. This time Theo downed the wine directly with it. "Want some?" Rose shook her head. Rejecting Theo's offer outright. Just a glass of cold water that was almost empty after Rose took a sip at a time—almost without pause."I want you to sleep, Theo," Rose said. She didn't know what else to say as Theo continued to gulp the wine into him without stopping. "Enough, Theo—" Rose was frozen by
"Uncle T, you hurt me. Let me go!" "Uncle T!" Rose tried to understand the situation in the dim room. Faint squeals of pain clashed in the air. Rose frowned, as the almost uninterrupted movement in its entirety pulled her closed brown eyes wide open. In front of Rose several black events were fully recorded, broadcasting the silhouette of a rough resistance along with a small body that was trying hard to pull himself out of the grip of the subconscious. Rose's heart hammered violently. All the chaos overlapped to form ornaments in her head. She took definite steps, quickly bringing half the darkness to light. And then some things that Rose couldn't digest properly, appeared in a heap, jolting her feelings. On that torture—like bed .... Oracle was completely unable to resist the strong grip that could be seen from the muscles digging into the surface of the large, clayey, man—sized arms of the person there. The
"Travis." Rose pushed her way in, making the man behind the ledger jump. "Sorry, Travis. I was in a hurry." "What is it, Miss?" The light question came after Travis closed the thin sheet marked with a string. "Do you have any painkillers or anything to treat the bruises on Oracle's hands? Theo just had a nightmare and accidentally did this to him. I'm scared if anything happens." Travis's eyebrows shot up. "Mr.T just had a nightmare?" he asked. In stark contrast to Rose's haste. Travis was too calm to notice the extent of the bruise. "No need to worry, miss. You'd better see the master, I'll treat him." Travis smiled. She hesitated between refusing or agreeing. Rose glared at Travis and Oracle's faces in turn. She blinked. "Are you sure there's nothing to worry about?" "Yes, Miss. I can handle it. You should see the master. He may need you." Stunned, considering things from all angles. Rose finally sighe
"Oracle, are you sure you want to go straight home? Not wait for Om T to wake up first?" Oracle's rejection firmly dispelled the offer Rose had repeatedly made. Rose's breath rushed out, lips pressed together thinly. She contemplated everything that had not and would happen. In front of her, from a distance Rose had guessed what Xelle's reaction would be, if the blue bruise on Oracle's conspicuously elastic bandage—covered wrist caught the heterochromia's eye. As slow as a leaf combing Rose changed position. Towering high, she awaited the quick approach of the one who was now beside her. "Daddy." The thin curve of the lips responded to Oracle's greeting. A neat knit of eyebrows rose with Xelle's sharp eyes scrutinizing. He took a deep look at Rose's face, then turned back to the first focal point. His large body knelt down, light as a feather to reach for Oracle's small fingers—noticing carefully the cloth wrapped densely... breaking the suspi
Zever's sudden departure made quite an impression on Rose. At that moment she and Travis silently watched the backs of two people who were moving away. Rose didn't dare say anything as she herself realized Travis was leaving her behind—Travis looked down and Rose hoped he was okay, then followed with careful steps carrying her triplet into the mansion building. Two hours after the incident in the back garden, and after putting the children to bed, Rose soon caught up with Zever's whereabouts. Through the messages given to Lion, Rose certainly monitored whatever was happening outside. This included asking how Travis was doing. The man was behaving as before, but there was one problem. Zever in the living room with a ripple face so cold and gray eyes that stared half-empty arranged miniature joints on the table. Rose repeatedly took a breath just to steady herself sitting next to her husband. "Zever," Rose called out, wanting to make sure he would respond or not. Z
"I'm done, Theo. Now it's your turn—" Rose thought, after stepping out of the bathroom and changing there. She would find Theo keeping all three of their babies in their proper positions, but that big body—in his sideways sleep—seemed to be deeper than the three babies who were snoozing peacefully. Exhausted. That's how Rose interpreted it, because these days Theo was often busy in the middle of the night—looking after their babies, while Rose was forced to rest. Rose smiled slightly as she rubbed the top of Theo's head. It was only for a moment that she turned to her triplets to transfer them to the trolley. Rose would take them for a walk in the back garden. Finished with the transfer she returned to Theo simply covering her husband's body with a thick blanket. "We're leaving first." Rose briefly kissed the corner of Theo's face. She pushed the trolley carefully towards the elevator. Rose already knew where the elevator was, it was quite hidden—and Theo had no
"I got a lot of grandchildren." O'Douglas laughed like a pirate captain who had just discovered a historic treasure. Each of the middle-aged man's arms flanked two tiny babies, while the other was in the arms of Verasco, who continued to hold them, occasionally bringing them closer with a lighthearted joke. There was no telling what Rose would say as she watched her children being swarmed as soon as Verasco and O'Douglas walked into the ward. She had just finished breastfeeding, so the satiated babies would just sleep through the day, and not trouble their two grandfathers. "You never stopped looking at me," Rose said quietly. Most of the time Theo had a glare on his face, but right now the gray bead was shining something different. It was so loving and some of it Rose couldn't interpret correctly. How could Rose stand being shot at so closely. Theo had to, just once, look away from her. "Thank you, Sugar." A gentle touch on the skin of Rose's face made her
Rose didn't expect Theo to take her to the island of Ortogia, the historical center of the Sicilian city of Sirakusa, to enjoy the beauty of the Mediterranean sea. The scents by the sea were soothingly beautiful. Rose had not forgotten that Theo had not once let go of her body on the man's broad shoulders after walking along the old buildings on the islands of Ortogia. "Whose house is this?" asked Rose looking at a sturdy building that looked like it was meant for two people to live in. "Our house." There wasn't much Rose could say, except to bury her face deep in the hollow of Theo's neck. The masculine scent was still very much present, even after they had spent the whole day entertaining the guests, as if the perfume was very much at home on Theo's clay skin. "Want to go straight to bed or shower first, Sugar?" In front of a door Theo stopped and let Rose get on the floor. Between hesitation and the need for something fresh she finally looked up at Theo.
"Ready?" Rose nodded as Theo spoke over the top of her head. She was indeed standing with her back to Theo, holding the handle of a long cookie-cutter knife, while Theo's large fingers grasped each of her knuckles warmly. The multi-tiered cake, or not much different from a fragile tower, was being split open. The blade slowly descended downward to symbolize sharpness. Rose smiled almost melting into laughter when Theo whispered something funny to her, funny but Rose wouldn't tell anyone. Let her keep it to herself and make it an important fun moment. After the first slice of cake Rose and Theo should have been feeding each other. Instead Theo scooped out the cream and immediately applied it to Rose's lower lip. Rose's face was a mess, but that was exactly what Theo wanted. He took Rose's lips like he was taking a delicious cake. The sweetness of the sugar and butter mixture seemed to make Theo insatiable. He licks Rose so intimately—there's no end to it—that Rose
"It's enough. I'm full." Again Rose had to restrain herself as Theo's big fingers tried to push away the bowl of white porridge in her hand. "Just a little more, Theo. You have to finish your porridge." "Come on." Rose brought another spoonful of porridge closer, but that face refused. "Don't make me eat bad porridge, Sugar. It's tasteless." "That's why if you eat while looking at me, you'll get some flavor." "One more bite. I promise after this is over." "I don't believe it. You said that earlier, don't you remember?" Rose's wide grin completely fooled Theo. The man was exactly a child who had lost his appetite. It was very difficult to persuade him to open his mouth. "This time I'm serious about the last one. Ahk... open wide." Rose thought Theo would immediately accept her bribe. Instead, the man moved the elbow of Rose's hand, moving the bow of the spoon to Rose's own lips. "You should eat too." "I ate earlier," Ro
One day after Theo regained consciousness, Rose finally decided to return to her home, the place where she once lived alone next to her small restaurant. At the moment there wasn't much for Rose to do other than prepare to meet Theo at the hospital. Rose immediately drove her father's borrowed car. On the back passenger seat she placed a medium-sized box with several holes in it that was wrapped very beautifully. While beside her sat a cute little dog with curly hair and white color like cotton. Yesterday Rose had just bought the poodle breed at the pet shop. Intrigued. That was all that drew Rose's desire to bring home the poodle named Cocomelo. "We've arrived." Rose prepared a special backpack to carry Cocomelo on her shoulders, so that when she first entered the infirmary Theo would not immediately meet her Cocomelo but Rose would show him. And in her hand, she carried the medium-sized box and walked into the hospital. Not just daring, but Rose had already ob
Coming back from the bathroom, Rose thought she would be faced with the same situation. She had warned against it by waiting longer in the humid room until some of the noises from outside faded away. But everything Rose had expected was not true. The blood seepage on the floor when she opened the door was gone. Verasco's subordinates... even Verasco himself was nowhere to be seen, in his husband's infirmary. All that was left was Lion waiting very quietly, arms folded across his chest as he watched Theo silently. "Are you still here, Lion? Where are the others?" asked Rose as her steps brushed the side of the blanket. "Mr. Verasco asked me to wait here, Miss." Lion's attention was finally diverted. Rose suspected that he had just returned from the police station and helped Verasco and Elijah to execute George. As for George's betrayal, perhaps it was a wake-up call for Verasco to be more intolerant of hidden intentions and whatever else might happen. "Where is my
"On the way home. Their story has a happy ending. Finished." Rose closed the 400 pages book and placed it on the nightstand. Reading sweet stories had become her routine in the past few days. Rose smiled slightly at her husband's face who was lying so quietly. This morning the breathing apparatus had just been removed indicating Theo's condition was getting better after the bloody spear incident. Luckily, they immediately brought Theo to get the right treatment. Theo had to undergo surgery three times. He had lost a lot of blood and needed transfusions as soon as possible. Rose remembered that some arguments happened between them regarding Theo who had very step blood, even Verasco was helpless about it. Just a Wench .... That's what Verasco said at that time with a trembling tone of voice. Like he was so regretful. Really regretful, until finally Travis suggested the few people who were still left in Italy to bring some bags of Theo's blood that were taken two