"If you don't touch other women, you can tell me the truth from the start. Tell me what you were going to do or where you were going. But you hid everything. You hid everything. What can I trust from someone like this? You and your closed-mindedness are two realities I can't beat. I'm tired, Theo. It's better if we go our separate ways. I'm going to ask Lion to help me as my lawyer to file the divorce papers."
Rose stopped her long sentence with a deep breath. She took a long look at Theo's throat which seemed to rise and fall. It looked like the man was preparing to say something. Theo's body slowly retreated. This did not go unnoticed by Rose, even until Theo sat on the edge of the bed and turned his back to her. "My plan, which I kept all this time could leak in the hands of a mafia. That's when I keep it to myself. Now can you explain to me, what would be the possibility of my plan not being leaked when I tell you or everyone here, if I go to aven"Here's your breakfast, Miss." At the same time Rose's consciousness was thrown back to reality. Half-turning around she found Beatrace standing in the doorway of the balcony. The smile and the tray in front of her eyes were enough to take Rose's breath away. "I'm sorry to have startled you, Miss. The master ordered me to bring you breakfast. He said there was no need to knock." Beatrace slumped her head slightly after placing the breakfast on the casual table. "There should be no need to bother, Beatrace. I can go to the kitchen myself if I'm hungry. And if you don't mind, just call me by name, it's fine." "I'm used to this, Miss. I'm afraid you'll be angry." Beatrace smiled stiffly. She was ready to leave the balcony of the main room after saying goodbye. However, she was held back by Rose's hesitant sentence that aired freely. "Can I ask you something, Beatrace?" The middle-aged wo
"I don't understand what you mean here. You can explain it to me directly. No need to beat around the bush." Theo wiped off sheet after sheet of reports from Travis without interest. Ever since Rose handed him the divorce papers, nothing had caught Theo's attention. For almost half a day he had been languishing in the study, doing nothing, just leaning back on the long sofa... closing his eyes with his head resting on the back before Travis came in with something he didn't try to digest properly. "The letter is regarding Miss Rose's condition, sir. You'll be pleased to hear it." "I told you not to beat around the bush." Theo's gray nether-eyes again closed indifferently. Now resting both feet on the glass table and fingers interlocked on the surface of the muscular abdomen. "Sorry about this, sir. After further examination, we discovered a mistake, that Miss Rose could be pregnant." Travis knew full well that Theo proba
Theo turned up the volume. The faint face due to the position not fully captured by the camera was enough to convince Theo that the man was Mr. Alejandro. The bargaining went on for a few minutes. Orlando seemed to refuse Mr. Alejandro's request several times, which Theo couldn't hear. The mafia leader let out a small hiss. The unsurprising moment came when a gun was raised high right in the middle of Orlando's forehead. [My daughter is in great danger. All because of your sanctimonious attitude!] However, the voice came from the device broadcasting the live CCTV footage. Orlando is having a visitor. The same person was in the video recording two weeks ago. Enough to pique Theo's interest. He shifted his gaze. Watching quietly for the next thing to happen. [What do you mean? I don't understand.] [If you would listen to me and lift that woman's womb secretly. Everything my daughter feels w
On the rooftop, Rose was supposed to enjoy the tranquility of being alone. Shaking off the bad thoughts of things lodged in the back of her mind. Theo's attitude had been avoiding her a little since they each dispersed from the training room, which was also the reason why Rose preferred to pass the remaining time where she stood. Rose looked up to let the tendrils of the wind brush against her face. The woman's lips curved to accept the faint whispered gusts in the ear. Indeed, there was not much that Rose did. The massiveness of the peace that lingered made her feel at home. Nothing disturbed her... until a burst of water broke the sound of splashing through the night sky. Rose's attention was distracted. She moved slightly, watching the perfect body of someone—believed to be her husband, merge with the liquid. Rose's guess was right. She vaguely saw Theo half-float from one corner to another and kept doing it over and over again. W
Theo frowned deeply. Rose didn't think there was anything wrong with the statement from her point of view. Theo did look like he was about to end his life. "Don't think suicide can solve the problem. I won't change my mind at any point. You can't win my sympathy like this," Rose hissed, pressing the body in front of her with a gesture of advancing. While Theo had to give up the position pushed backwards. Not trying to ward off Rose's every touch. "I'm practicing my breathing. I'm about to set a new record, then suddenly someone from nowhere pulls me up and accuses me of something I'm not, being self-righteous. She was talking about something that was not clear." At the same time Rose was silent. Her body was frozen. She clucked her tongue. She didn't know if it was her who was too defensive. Or Theo when he was silent was like someone losing their way. However, once he spoke, his sentence expanded to all sides.
Once the man was done. His hair was wet, some of it dangling over his forehead. Theo's every activity is silently highlighted through the reflection of the glass. Rose watched his back. Theo was deep in thought about something, which Rose couldn't possibly ask him outright. They were both silent. The sound of the hair dryer filled the room. Rose smoothed her half-dried blonde hair, never ceasing to make Theo her main object. The man was now sleeping sideways on the bed with his head still wet. "If you're going to sleep, make sure you're really ready for it," Rose said impatiently. Theo's behavior was exactly unruly, not even paying attention to her words, only the body occasionally moved—moving positions. "Theo!" Rose's tone was suddenly irritated. To her surprise, he had suddenly left her alone in the room. She had thought Theo wouldn't be back, but the door opened. Her husband entered with a glass of w
Rose's gaze was blank. It felt like she had asked Theo not to take sleeping pills. But what Rose found was a bottle containing the capsules in the nightstand drawer. Rose assumed that what she had seen before and what was currently presented were two things that intersected. She didn't think her decision would affect Theo's mind. Rose had to remember, she was drying the sleeping man's hair with a small towel in hand. The gentle rubbing went on with no intention of waking Theo—he was still in the same place. Rose forced herself to focus, staring at the peaceful, sleeping face. Her smile was thin, barely showing the curve of her lips. Not knowing what kind of choice Rose should make. Keep with him or divorce, both parts that Rose couldn't think through. Maybe Rose could give Theo a chance, at least the man could practice being an open person. No need to be grandiose, just in front of Rose. The rest she wouldn't push and that was if Theo was willing.
"What did you say?" The baritone voice was suddenly hoarse, typical of someone who had just been released from dreamland. In fact, Theo had spent half the day with only one activity. Sleeping. "Come on, get up. Axe is out front." Rose tugged on her husband's arm. It wasn't difficult, as Theo was in full support. Even in the midst of not fully regaining consciousness, the man planted his feet on the marble. "I lied. Axe isn't here." With a slight chuckle, Rose smoothed down the thick blanket that had been tossed randomly. Theo had to see his own condition before letting everyone see it. "Take a shower first. You really do look like a matted gorilla," Rose quipped, mimicking the sound of the largest primate. She didn't get a response or care what kind of tantrum Theo's reaction would be. "Quick shower after that—Theo!" screeched Rose as she was pulled into a large embrace and slamm
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."
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
"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
"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
Rose had to admit that Theo was quite different by remaining silent when their position was intact. The last sentence from her was ignored, the man was busy sniffing Rose's body scent. Deeply nuzzling the surface of her flat stomach. "Take a shower." Rose played with the black hair warmly. She smiled as Theo looked up at her. "Take a bath with me?" The ash bead drowned Rose deep in the warm ocean. She pursed her lips as she pulled Theo's facial skin wide to the side. "I'm old enough to bathe by myself. Hurry up...." A faint shake of Rose's head brought her to fall on her back on the bed. Theo's thirsty face and the man's large fingers began to dig into a t-shirt depicting a black bear, just like Theo who was currently resting on top of her. "I told you to take a shower, Theo. Not—" Rose was silenced by the tongue thrusting into her mouth. The sound of a wet sniffle trails off—a greeting of desire igni
Slowly Rose's eyelids slipped from their valves. The same Theo stared, silhouetted against each other in the mirror—Rose was lost in the seduction of the locking gray bead. "I was thinking of Oracle. He knows I don't like wearing earrings. Deliberately gifted me earrings so I'd wear them," Rose replied, successfully drawing one of Theo's eyebrows up high. "He's here, isn't he? Why don't you go straight to him." Theo's baritone voice whispered softly. Comparable to the smile on Rose's lips that curved again-this time briefly and too faintly. "He's back home ...." "Home?" Rose's body was slightly freed as Theo moved his face away from the crook of her neck. "Yes. Axe came to pick him up earlier." One step away she found Theo moving backwards. "Strange. Oracle came home because he was afraid of me, right? Did I hurt him too much?"Theo's quiet tone disturbed Rose's mind. She scrutinized the few times Theo's expre
Rose didn't care how the swaying bed jerked like a violent swinging shock. She maximized each powerful gallop like a giant crashing into the earth. Theo's body was a soft target for her feet. The man moaned in a submerged voice. Yet, also with pleasure... sometimes asking Rose to move from one spot to another. "Up again, Sugar. Up to the shoulders." Rose chuckled, still doing everything Theo wanted. One foot stomped even harder on her husband's hot, sexy shoulders. "That's it," Rose said. One leap ended the earthquake on the surface of Theo's body. She flung herself down beside the sleeping man. "You said you will give me back my gift box!" "I need to know. Who gave you the gift?" "Oracle. Here, give it back quickly." Rose's arms extended to pull the red velvet box in Theo's grasp. Their positions were in sync, both using their arms as a fulcrum to lift their chests. "Let me open it." Theo's large fingers separa
"No, you don't. You had your fill of acting like a baby last night." Rose ruffled the remaining strands of hair that still dangled over half of Theo's face. She looked down, searching for the most comfortable spot to strike. "Ouh, Sugar ...." A contrived hiss. Rose knew that no matter how much she clenched her teeth, it wouldn't give Theo much leverage. "Let go. I have to meet, Axe." "You son of bitch. I hope you don't leave before I get back." The chances of escape were slim in the conditions Rose had to face. She wasn't going to waste it, deliberately hunting her nimble footsteps leaving Theo alone lost on the bed. Rose reached for the doorframe. The hinges clicked after she positioned herself facing the man who had been calling impatiently. "You're taking so long." The stifled protest from the owner of the deep, raspy voice uploaded a barely perceptible smile on Rose's lips. "Sorry, Axe. I h
"Open your eyes, Theo." The throbbing was still as loud as it had been the first time Theo had spoken. Rose's heart and head were fighting each other. Each fighting for the space that overlapped the boundaries she had created for herself. In between came a strange feeling, which Rose could not organize into a symphony. She was a jumbled mess of randomness. Should have reconsidered Xelle's sentence a moment ago, was it true that Rose was trying to stay with someone who made her get lost in her own feelings? .... No, she wasn't. Rose didn't want to be confused by all that reality. As far as possible, she separated the things that shouldn't be lodged in the deepest corner of her heart. Towards a kind of choice which is the most appropriate to win Rose's sanity. She didn't want to be conquered. "Wake up. Get up, Theo!" Rose squeezed the clay muscles in her husband's arm. Turning the curled up body to face the ceiling of the main room. "T