"I'm counting from one to 10, if you don't get in I'll leave you out," Rose threatened calculatingly.
"Patience, nag!" A short grunt could be heard from outside. Theo's every move and the man's relieved reaction did not escape Rose's eyes. There was a very faint smile on her lips, but it didn't last long. Rose's sweetness was lost along with her forward-focused gaze as Theo hurriedly opened the car door. Rose squeezed the steering wheel after hearing the sound of the door closing movement and felt the addition of a passenger. From the tail of her eyes, Rose realized Theo was watching her. "Someone who said she didn't care, suddenly forced me to get into her car," Theo chided after fastening the seat belt. The car started quietly. "I'm just sorry. You and your luxury are used to walking." Rose picked up speed, a little unable to keep from looking at Theo on the side. For a moment, their gazes crossed, and"We have a deal. Now, as a pledge I want you to kiss me." Theo tugged on Rose's fingers, bringing the delicate sides together with her lips that were thin on top and slightly thick on the bottom - a natural sweetener. He looked deeply at Rose with a mischievous smile on his face "Come on, Rose. Do it. Think of it as a simulation or practice as a sugar baby. Later, I'll often ask you to kiss me," Theo continued as he kissed the base of each of Rose's knuckles. He had his ears perked up. Ready to hear the protests coming from her full, seductive lips. "I won't kiss you until the bet is over. Just tell me you're in a mode and can't wait. It's not a national exam anyway, so what's the point of a simulation," Rose snapped exasperatedly. "Stay away from me. Your body is heavy." The broad chest in front of her was pressed down to leave a few inches of space. Rose breathed in as much as possible to avoid the gaze that continued to trap her relentlessly. "Get out of the way. Oracle is with
Damn! Theo swore harshly as he put his cell phone away. The call had been unilaterally disconnected. He looked back at Rose. A cold, untouched look became the opening after a long pause. His heart and mind were really in turmoil. If he knew it was going to end like this, it would have been better for Theo not to pick up the call from Verasco. "Let's go." Theo opened the door, broke away and got out of the car. "Change places. Let me drive," he continued. Rose was stunned, but could only obey. Throughout Theo's conversation, she was confused by the use of foreign language. One word that Rose could catch-the name Zever-accompanied the discussion. However, it seemed that Theo was very sensitive to the man's own speech. Anyway, some things passed that were none of Rose's business. She didn't want to interfere. "Hold on." She hadn't fully digested the words that were meant for her. Rose's heart felt like it was going to dro
Twins.... Theo raised his head quickly. His face was still frozen like the polar north. The way he traced Rose's face was very striking. Theo didn't say anything, seeming to have difficulty swallowing his own saliva. He blinked. Then that gaze became a little more human. "Forget what you've heard," he said. In just an instant Theo was transformed, though traces of anger still lingered within him. But what was Theo thinking? Asking Rose to forget about his pile of puzzles was ridiculous. It had already become a puzzle, how could Rose ignore the information obtained. "I can't ignore your statement. You haven't answered me yet." Rose crossed her arms in front of her chest as a barrier as Theo looked down even more. "What do you want to hear?" A cold, sensual whisper and a creeping wet lick made Rose put up a defense. "I'm sure, Theo, you still remember my que
Rose ended her euphoria by staring at the door leaf. Theo had already left. She should have done the same. For a moment Rose stared at the clothes that were just lying on the bed because of someone's actions. She grabbed it, then covered her open body again. Rose hurried, stepping quickly towards the exit. She pressed the door knob repeatedly. But to no avail, she was locked out. "Open the door!" screeched Rose unhappily. "Damn Theo!" she swore relentlessly. Rose's gaze roamed almost the entire room. The pair of windows that had caught her eye were hopeless-they were fenced off with trellises. So, how could Rose leave? Back and forth Rose thought about how to escape from a place that was like a broken ship. If she screamed again-it was useless! Theo was probably already far away. Then, what should Rose do? Contact Theo? She didn't have his cell phone number
The sound of keys being turned caught Rose's attention. From where she sat on the bed, having waited almost hours, Rose rushed to the source of the sound. Once there, the door swung open to reveal Theo's face, which looked slightly different. It was brighter than it had ever been - Theo had always displayed a dark aura, lacking any happy accent at all. And that was enough to make Rose frown in surprise. "Good night, Sugar." Rose was transfixed by Theo's warm greeting. She should have been angry at being locked up in his room, forced to clean up the mess Theo had made. But in reality, the expletives Rose had prepared were lost in silence. "I bought you this." A plastic shopping bag was pushed in front of her. Rose took a long look, before exhaling a rough breath to neutralize herself. "What's that?" s
When love is unrequited. When love is secretly the biggest killer. When love comes unknowingly. Everything will be done to achieve a goal. Death will be highlighted as important and peace will be highlighted as foreign. Both are mutually exclusive. Mutual that is forced to stop going hand in hand. If love's interference is the worst part of heartbreak, the worst part of heartbreak is falling in love. Imperfection becomes the balance, like a beautiful feeling that is forced to crumble before it is solid. Sometimes, a person cannot correctly interpret the reason why he must fall before blooming. His logic has been closed and dominated by dense clouds. It's hard to be asked to wake up from the dark side. In Bouldog's case, he has dark eyes-obsessed with his love of being part of the mafia. In order to eliminate traces-he deliberately chopped up Binari's body and eliminated her. If Mr. Aleja
The door slid open with his foot. Theo entered and dropped Rose on the bed. He lay on top of her, gazing intently at Rose's face. However, she was moping, making Theo thin his lips. A feeling of dislike instantly arose at that moment. "What kind of past do you still want to cry about, umm?" he asked, trying to neutralize himself. "Forget it, Rose! What you've done and gone through for the rest of your life, let it go. There's no point in regretting something that has already happened." Theo stopped his sentence with a harsh intake of breath. He was giving Rose advice, not realizing his own inner state was still trapped with past wounds. "Stop thinking about unimportant things. Didn't I tell you, that bastard wasn't the least bit sure to lie. We're both men, I know what kind of look he gave you," he continued firmly. "But-" Rose interrupted, cut off by a rough bite on her bottom lip. "I just want to hear you sigh."
Shattered and broken, was the description for him now. His whole head was haunted by the whisper of thunder, asking him to die or survive in the midst of such a cruel reality. His heart was bruised so blue. His legs seemed unable to support themselves. What should he stand on when his nerves were forcibly killed by the statement of a man who turned out, like him, to have blood from the same person. Theo stared at his hands in silence for a moment. The image of fingers seducing his own people kept knocking his chest to the ground. He had consumed almost an entire bottle of champagne overnight, but it did nothing to dispel the crazy feelings that had once burst through Theo's defenses. He was like paper, trying to hold on as it bobbed on the surface of the water. No matter how hard he held on, he was still sinking and being torn apart slowly. That man manag
"You're back again, sir?" Lion was overcome with astonishment at the sudden arrival. The man facing him simply handed over the bag that had once been forcibly taken. "Yes. I don't need this laptop anymore. My work is done. " "What work are you referring to that is related to Mr. T's laptop, sir?" Lion was completely clueless. Everything that had happened lately was enough to keep him silent. Apart from Lion having to take care of George during his detention and outside of Verasco's knowledge. Lion wanted to know what activities provoked curiosity, but it seemed that the owner of heterochromia eyes was reluctant to reveal what was being done secretly. Actually, the decision to investigate something that wasn't 'mandatory,' Xelle should not have made. He interpreted everything Rose told him as an imbalance. About the murder Theo had committed against Rose's parents. According to Theo's records that Xelle had traced, the bullet should have hit the victim'
Two months after the heart—pounding incident all of Rose's lives were exactly the same. She lived day by day as if in an open cage. Rose was both free and trapped. There were electromagnetic waves in the house she had just moved into during that time. Waves that did not record visually. However, sensory movements would send signals to the last man with Rose that day to know every detail of the strange activities Rose was doing. Like if Rose wanted to do something reckless—self-harm or something else. Two months earlier. When they were no longer in the middle of the forest. Rose's silence and fear eventually acted as anger that evaporated completely. There had indeed been a major argument. All Rose's intentions took place almost slicing a kitchen knife into her own wrist. The woman received a series of scathing sentences to really get slapped. Realization. And Xelle then chose to be hands-off in the sense that the man assured full surveillance via the electromagnetic waves in
"Axe, stop your car." The car that had been provided since they arrived in Canada. What Rose had never imagined was that the car she was riding in would drive off into the forest. While the man in the driver's seat really had his heart set on getting there. A cold, sharp, unaccepting gaze met the heterochromia's bead. "Stop your car, Axe!" Rose turned to confirm exactly where they were going to dock. It was too far, and she was again jolted by the sudden stop of the car. "Why here?" asked Rose softly. Her attention was fully focused on a single denizen of the jungle. Firm, large, clawed features mirrored the creature that walked beneath the elder tree. Rose's mind shuddered at the thought of the beast becoming aware of their presence. "Get out!" Instantly Rose glared at Xelle in disbelief. "What do you mean?" "That wild tiger will make you die quickly. Now you can catch up with your dear husband." "Get out!" Rose wanted to inter
One counts first. The next two. Rose held her breath after obtaining the firearm. She froze in place as the instincts of a dominant man turned sharply to digest what had happened in the blink of an eye. Rose realized that piercing expression was not good for her. "Don't come any closer!" threatened Rose, bringing the muzzle of the gun to her temple. "Fuck! What are you doing!" Rose took a step back whenever Xelle tried to get closer. Rose's common sense really wasn't there. Not with her. "Stop your ridiculous behavior, Rose." Rose shook her head violently. She would rather end her life than wander aimlessly, shrouded in emptiness, shadowed by the guilt of having contributed to the loss of her husband's life. Rose couldn't hold on to anything. All was lost in the shuffle. "I'm warning you once again, Rose. Stop your ridiculous behavior!" No! Rose argued with a wet face. Trembling her arm steadily began to squeeze the trigger. A
Rose's fingers fiddled with her black wedding ring with a half-empty stare, she had just put it back on her ring finger. Rose didn't care, really didn't care about the fact that the ring wouldn't come off. In the new room and the smell of the room that was still so new she sank. Not to wait for the man who had said goodbye a moment ago, or because Rose wanted to. The first time she entered her new home. Rose was pestered with various troublesome things, which is why, she unpacked several red velvet boxes containing individual pieces of jewelry. Two necklaces. The first one she received that day. Before the big explosion—when she thought she had lost Theo. Then he'd come back with something surprising. Like a pendant of undulating curves, a form of life that truly gave Theo a chance at life. That's what Rose had hoped would happen to her. But instead, for how long Theo has not returned. Buried and identified by a gravestone. Rose exhaled rough air from her lips. The sec
"Where is Mommy going? Why won't we see each other again?" Knowing that such a question was not what Rose was expecting. "Home." She spoke almost choked up. One of the Oracle's eyebrows rose high at that. "But daddy says we can still see each other often." "Yeah, he's right," Rose corrected. Stupidly she had let it slip a little at first. "But then Oracle must always obey Daddy and Mommy Bridgette. We'll meet at another time. I don't know when." Rose finished the rest of the slump by towering over Xelle who was staring at her in understanding. A moment .... Not brave enough Rose glanced at the little girl beside the man who also offered Rose the distance to step out. She paused that decision, then affected to touch the top of Acampeliaz's head. "Can I have a little of your smile?" asked Rose. The twinkle in Acampeliaz's beady eyes rumbled with doubt. Rose noticed that Acampeliaz's little fingers were tightening. "Just a little. I'm not a
When she woke up, Rose was not confronted with a dark background with car headlights on. She was lying in a very cold place. The white and sterile decorations on the walls were a welcome change of pace. Rose gasped. Forcing herself awake, she found a pair of heterochromia beads staring at her. Much to her surprise, Xelle was there standing against the wall, releasing the folds of his arms from the clasp of his chest as one step made the decision to approach. "All your clothes have been prepared by Bridgette. It's been transferred to the jet. We're going to Canada today." Today .... This meant Rose had missed a night of leaving Theo at the funeral. She should still be there. Keeping Theo company, making a deal with him—either Theo comes back, or she goes along. But it hadn't all worked out. Rose hasn't gotten her answer yet. And her choice still hangs between a great dilemma. If she has to reach out to death, she should choose the right place. Toronto, Cana
"You want me to die or you to wake up, Theo?" The last option began to jolt Rose. Death was a shadow that offered her happiness. Whether that was true or not. If the second part won out over her stupidity. At least Rose wouldn't regret trying to find a way out of life's predicament. "Answer me, Theo. I'm not playing around, and I'm not threatening. Everything I had is gone, there's no reason for me to survive anymore." "Wake up. Get up!" Rose pounded on the slightly damp ground. She put all her energy into waiting for Theo to respond. However, she was only doing a useless job of buying up unhealthy ideas to replace the truth in her mind. At least right now Rose needed the reassurance that Theo would return, then she would undo the self-harm."Wake up, Theo." "Get up or I'll destroy your tomb!" Rose half turned on her knees slamming her arms together repeatedly. Rose was getting out of control as she tried to remove a pile of hardened soil
Rose couldn't take it if circumstances kept pouring everything she couldn't bear into her ego. She blamed Theo for the abyss he had offered her. Two near misses in close proximity. Rose would hold Theo accountable for what and who had happened to him. She turned around. Approaching some of Bridgette's paraphernalia left on the nightstand, she roughly grabbed the car keys. Rose waltzed into the doorway. Right at the meeting line she came face to face with the woman with the tray in hand. "Where are you going, Rose?" Bridgette asked with a look of astonishment on her face. Rose didn't care how she got past the woman who was more or less her size. She sprinted before Bridgette's shouts tried to stop her in her tracks. With a rush of breath Rose reached the house. The car lights came on and she hurriedly got into the driving seat. Rose stepped on the gas pedal so hard that Bridgette was left behind with despair. Maneuvering as madly as she could to get what she