"Let go, Dad, I'm going home."
"The people here are sickening! I don't like it." The attachment continued for Mr. Alejandro. He had to accept the fate of the mess he himself had created. It's all affecting his daughter. The poor woman who must endure the pain of revenge and mutual destruction. Mr. Alejandro was looking for the wrong opponent, not understanding the things he was ignoring. He should have started the war when Bouldog died. But the desire to possess Theo overcame everything. He never thought that Theo would be the most difficult to conquer. One time he acted, multiple times he was attacked in silence. That ingenuity was what he had dreamed of. Unluckily, Mr. Alejandro was unlikely to be ambitious again. While his daughter had been destroyed. Mr. Alejandro waited for the right time, at least until Elsesa—Elsa could compensate for the woman's mental and physical state after being hit simultaneously. "Calm your"Oracle. He was afraid, didn't even want to see me." Silence to understand. Rose tried to piece together the tangled threads, which were tangled without end. The main objects started from the octopus doll to other toys, which Rose slowly understood. "You went to see Oracle, is that it?" asked Rose carefully keeping her tone. Theo's faint nod provoked the next sentence to hang on the edge of her throat. "So you bought all these toys for Oracle?" Rose confirmed once more. "Yes. And this is for the little cuties. But they all refused. Wouldn't accept my gifts." Octopus doll for Acampeliaz .... No wonder it's so special, Rose wondered. "Leave it to me. I will give these toys and dolls to Oracle and Campel." Rose had her hands up, perhaps Theo would immediately hand over all the small objects. However, what happened instead was that Theo arranged a set of robots from the 'marvel' series, including a s
Bang! The sound of a gunshot rang out after Rose caught up with Theo in the training room. The first time she set foot she found a navy blue coat lying on its side, almost slumped over the foot of the sofa. Rose clucked as she tidied it up and positioned it in a better spot. Theo's broad shoulders never escaped her gaze. The remaining white shirt wrapped around his sexy body. Rose leaned back with her arms folded across her chest. Bang! Another shot hit its mark. Theo was too skilled for anything related to the current activity. Shooting was the most common habit, or actually Theo's life would never be free from such things. Like some of the events that had ended. Rose recalled Theo's statement to the line a while ago, 'killing for pay.' She both needed Theo and worried. Theo is important to help her get revenge. However, Rose was well aware that being a contract killer was not easy. At any time Theo could be harmed, including enemies—enemies who would n
Rose's breath roared as she waited for the situation to allow them to scramble to the surface. "I'm not asking you to touch my stuff." Theo's growl jerked Rose to lift her face slightly. Rose got a free space once Theo broke away. The two sat facing each other under the long table. "Shall I smoke you, Sugar?" Sugar .... The call was in stark contrast to Theo's hissing sarcastic tone. Rose placed the gun in a tight grip right in front of her husband. Avoiding the possibility that Theo might do something bad. "I didn't know the bullets were real," Rose whispered, not trying to defend herself. Like the dozens of bullets Theo had spewed from the firearm the man had used. Rose thought the gun lying on the utensil had similar ammunition. She chose to take the shot herself and ended up with a glare that still held her close. "One more time you touch my gun without permission, I'll cut your fingers off."
"Come out, Sugar. Beatrace is gone." Stifled and cornered through no fault of her own. Rose's breath caught, then crawled slowly over to Theo who was hunched over with one hand perched on the edge of the table, the other holding a bowl full of strawberry halves and a fork tucked inside. "You're too much of a pervert!" grumbled Rose, tidying up the rest of her disheveled appearance. This was in stark contrast to her husband who also stood up straight, putting on an innocent face as he munched voraciously on a piece of fruit. "I'm not done yet. Why are you already dressed?" Dressed almost shirtless. Is that what Theo meant? Rose's mind was fully probing. Rose turned away sarcastically remembering the dark blue suit he had put down earlier. Wanting to reach for the dark colored fabric, which Rose could at least temporarily wear to cover her exposed body. Instead the thought of ease led her to the other side. Rose's arms were grabbed by
"Oh!" Theo's sizzling voice was followed by a warm spray deposited on Rose's body. She herself was barely able to keep up with Theo's overwhelming desire. Light kisses touched the hollow of her neck. Rose looked up .... Then when Theo gave a little distance. Their eyes met again. Rose's fingers moved lightly over Theo's rough jaw, occasionally rubbing it. There was one thing Rose wanted to say at this time of day. Both the former hot romance and Theo's still just as hot... Rose swallowed hard Hesitating and having to face two realities that she couldn't push away. "You—" Rose lowered her gaze while playing with the hairs on her husband's chest. "If I get pregnant, can you quit your job?" She had the audacity to speak. She only had to wait for an answer from a thinking man like Theo. "Theo...," Rose called out wanting to break her husband's silence. "I'm talking to you—" "Which job do you want me to quit? I'll be p
"Ask the person concerned directly. Don't ask me." Sean tried hard not to remember Rose's name. Verasco had again left him stranded to forget the past memories of the woman, who sooner or later Sean had better push away from the black shadow in his mind. Sean used the time available to penetrate the mistakes. Little by little he began to learn to accept Charlotte's content. Sean did not like small creatures called children. That's why, it was difficult for Sean to conquer Oracle, when he was still in a relationship with Rose. But the concept must be faced. Including everything that appeared in front of his eyes made Sean realize that he was once in such a position—unwanted and dumped, even though it was not on the basis of Verasco's wishes. Sean didn't think it should happen to his descendants. He wanted to put an end to the pain that he had received by only ending up with himself. Sean raised one arm to aim at the needle moving behind the w
Rose drew air into her chest cavity. Theo's question... thankfully the man still remembered the extent of her condition after barely having a chance to breathe freely. "Yeah," Rose replied almost inaudibly. "Could you please get the jailen for me?" "I moved it to the closet when Oracle was here." Rose spoke more or less like a mumble. The huge jailen took up a lot of space on the bed, which would not be able to accommodate the bodies of the four of them during the nightmare night."Jailen?"Theo's tone of confusion came out freely. Rose forgot to tell Theo that she had named him 'Jailen' for his huge birthday present. "The over-dosed doll you gave me." Rose clung tighter to the thick blanket covering half of her body. Rose was only wearing an oversized white t-shirt and black underwear. She was unable to get up to do what she was supposed to do. Theo himself took the initiative to put the cloths on. Even during that time Rose had
"Your body is hot, Sugar. You have a fever...." It had only been an hour since Rose had drifted off to sleep with Theo's heartbeat and hers thumping loudly. Rose had to accept the shock as Theo positioned himself to sit against the headboard. Rose's arms were still tightly wrapped around him, carried along by the changes Theo was making. His half-slumped position forced her to look up between the fingers touching the tip of her chin. Theo's attentive gaze offered many things. One of them made Rose unable to stare any longer. "I'm fine." Rose lowered her head, placing her face in direct contact with the surface of her husband's bare chest. Rose's arms tightened around Theo's hips to gain as much comfort as possible. The intoxicating scent of the body, to the unmissable warmth made Rose almost close her eyes when Theo suddenly broke away. Theo seemed to be searching for something to find. Some cloth lying on the floor the man picked up and c
"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
"She's very good at acting." Rose whispered softly in Bridgette's face who had only come into view after the play had started. There was no need for Rose to ask where the woman had been, she could guess what the couple sitting next to her had been up to from the slightly disheveled appearance a few moments ago. "Yes. No wonder she's the lead. She's very pretty tho." Rose nodded in agreement as Bridgette whispered along. The students who were drafted to act out the drama on the wedding stage were really good. Their pronunciation and intonation were perfect, especially when they were blocking. Rose remembered things like that that her father often commented on when watching street theater. Until this moment Rose had not found her father's whereabouts. Rose looked at Theo for a moment. Her husband was too focused on watching the theater play. The sharp gaze and tightly clenched lips were very hot. Rose wanted to touch Theo but was prevented by the arrival of the w
Who would have thought that the two weeks since that day would feel so short as Rose's busy journey came to an end. It all seemed to be over in an instant, until in the shade of a large, luxurious building she stood. Smiling at her handsome husband whose black hair had grown into a neatly combed bun. The thick eyebrows and gray eyes were a perfect combination, plus the hot touch of lips that sometimes returned her smile, and so whispered the naughty words that the man would later plan after the party was held. There should be nothing for Rose to worry about at this point. Just carrying out the last vestiges of the plan that would lead her to an intact family, then waiting to see how Theo would fight for their happiness together. But as long as she was there. Occasionally moving her feet regularly—back and forth in turns with her arms wrapped tightly around her husband's neck. Rose didn't find anyone who might still bear a faint resemblance to her parents among the a
"Who did you come with?" Rose felt a touch on the top of her head and immediately broke away from Bridgette's embrace. Xelle smiled at her and it seemed as if the man had just gotten home from work. The long blue shirt on the body was slightly ruffled with half of the buttons open, so the reddish marks on the skin of Xelle's chest were faintly revealed. Rose understood... she had just guessed wrong. "I think my arrival has interrupted your fun," she said, not directly answering Xelle's question, but at the same time Rose received a light pinch on the arm as well as Bridgette's 'shut up' gesture. "I'll take Rose inside. Don't forget to take a shower after this, Axe. You're very messy. And one more thing, tell Edward in an hour to pick up Oracle and Campel at school." Already Rose had taken a step towards where Bridgette was leading her, instantly she froze in place remembering Theo in the car. "I can't stay long, Bridgette. Theo's waiting for me." "
"This many invitations, who will be at our event?" Rose's attention was fixed on Theo and the concorde sheet of paper in his hand. Occasionally she turned back to confirm the existence of a stack of invitations arranged in tiers, some of which were in the trunk of the car with the rest sitting on the passenger seat. The golden color of almost all the invitation paper gave a luxurious impression, especially the embossed writing on the surface added an elegant side. Rose liked it when she was fingering the parts of the letters that popped out. It felt like she had just pampered her fingers. "Is your name right there?" But instead of answering Rose's question, Theo asked her that very thing. "It is." For a moment Rose returned her attention to the invitation paper. O'Douglas. Her eyes searched carefully for the name on the back. Rose had never been allowed to bear the title 'O'Douglas' for the rest of her life, but this time Rose had mad