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?" sWhen 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
Night before morning. Here we go.... "Go to sleep." "I should go. Sean. He needs to be dealt with." Still remembered his last words after savoring Rose's body and cleaning up Bouldog's troublesome corpse. Theo stepped up, breaking into Sean's apartment with ease after the break-in. Instead of waiting for Sean to upload the video, then Theo weakened the server through any network. It was better for Theo to go to Sean's residence directly, even though he could hack remotely to steal the video on the computer of the man who wanted to destroy his reputation. But Theo's instincts called for acting in plain sight while finding out Sean's intentions. The trail went far away. Theo pressed the door knob, exploring the contents of the sacred room that Sean had not invited him to enter. To hell with the prohibition, Theo set foot deeper and deeper. Theo's mind was fully o
"You bastard! Respect my mom for once, can't you!" Sean got up unhappily. He attacked and slammed Theo in an instant. His fist hit the adonis' face with force. "I told you, she's your mom too. You want to meet Maple, don't you? Fine. I'll help." Sean continued to throw punches, even though he knew Theo wasn't putting up any resistance. What did Sean care? His hatred was breeding, even ingrained. He wanted Theo dead and hoped the man could convey his longing for Maple. "Fuck!" Sean swore blindly. "This blow is for you who dared to enter my apartment without permission." Fingers that were tightening tighter and tighter took off, hitting Theo's already bruised cheekbone. "And this is because you took Rose away from me." An even louder explosion of anger was unleashed. Sean got to his feet, pulling himself apart while noticing the bandage that had come off from the rough movement. He smiled wryly before walking away. Not ye
"Next time you get hurt in front of me again, I won't take you to the hospital," Rose grumbled as she stirred a bowl of white porridge without toppings roughly. "You can eat it yourself, right?" she asked, actually very curious as to how Theo and Sean's complications could be interconnected. Rose noticed the slow movement of the raised hand. Because of Theo's insistence on leaving the hospital the other day, Rose had to be counseled by the doctor because the wound had become slightly infected and required long stitches. "Never mind." Rose shook her head vaguely after reading Theo's impossible situation. "I'll do it. Open your mouth," she ordered, preparing to give the first bite. "You're old, but you're still stupid. I thought the doctor would say you had amnesia due to brain shock," Rose said sarcastically. Another mouthful of spoon was placed in front of Theo. "Stop it. The porridge is not good, I don't want it." Theo refused by pushing the spoon in front of him away, provo
"Rose," Theo called out for a moment. He lifted his up and looked at his hands carefully. "I'm the person with a million sins," he said almost in a whisper. "You know, my hands are covered in blood, maybe that's the reason why I have to receive karma through Sean. The revenge he gave me in a crazy way worked, Rose. How disgusting, I touched his body, top to bottom. And the truth is, we're siblings." Theo ended the sentence by rubbing his head roughly until he looked down, not wanting to show his face. His actions provoked Rose to exhale a rough breath. Rose slowly approached, erasing the one-step distance between her and Theo's position. "Can I hug you?" asked Rose, who only got a brief nod as long as Theo was still looking down. There was no other purpose than wanting to hug Theo, except to calm him down. Rose smiled faintly as she climbed onto the blanket. Then pulled Theo's body into her arms. "Are you sure
Theo observed the steps away from his position. The closed door leaf had just left the mark of Rose's departure. Theo turned away, staring blankly at the wall for a moment. Then he moved downstairs, reaching for his cell phone that lay on the nightstand beside the blank. "Did you do what I asked?" Theo spoke as soon as the call connected with the man on the Italian sea. [I did, sir. I'll take it tomorrow morning.] His head nodded involuntarily after hearing Lion's voice. For a moment Theo turned to stare at the tightly closed door, to make sure Rose did not return unexpectedly. There was still one other task left for him to give to Lion and it was impossible for Rose to know, his plan could fail miserably. "Hold your trip for the next five days. The day after tomorrow I don't want to know, whether I can or not, my marriage with Rose must be registered with
"Damn woman. How dare you play behind my back!" A thrown item almost hit the woman who was staggering in fear. Still in her nun's clothes, the woman's body was dirty and covered in bruises. Her long hair was disheveled. The woman grimaced with the corners of her lips trembling in fear. It was her fault that she was found in a state of no escape. The rage of a man was about to take her life. A man in a fit of rage is truly merciless. She endured every punishment, especially the way the cigarette flame touched the skin of her hands and feet. She just resigned herself unable to hold on to the resistance. It was all too late. Couldn't get rid of the savage, crazy and heartless old man. "Mercy, sir," she said softly, but explosions of rage overwhelmed the worn-out warehouse. She was helpless. Her long hair was pulled back to stare up at a face full of frowns and vicious streaks that went everywhere. Then a slap made the nun—clad woman turn away violently. "I apo
For the next few seconds, not a word was spoken. Theo's fingers were still doing their endless thing. More and more those hot lips began to nestle in the recesses of Rose's neck. Sometimes a small nibble on the earlobe would tempt Rose to let out a stifled moan. Rose had to remind Theo they had just had an emergency situation. His father probably hadn't left the mansion yet. And the man was already back to his perverted thoughts. "Theo, this isn't our room," Rose warned. It was enough to make Theo stop. The moment the ash bead turned towards Dara's large figurine, a mischievous grin simultaneously appeared offering Rose all kinds of alarm. She should have acted quickly before Theo did anything. Unfortunately Rose's movements were sluggish, spilling onto the bed first as Theo brought her to tussle under the thick blankets. One tug of a t-shirt on Rose's body slipped away. The rest of the clothes were just as easily tossed to the floor. Theo seems impatient to undo
"Damn old fart!" Zever's silence was short-lived. The next Theo was back in the picture. The man's anger was unusually explosive. He slashed at anyone nearby once, then lunged at Verasco mercilessly. A lunge that sent Verasco toppling backwards to hang from the second floor railing. "Great lord!" called Lion loudly. Everything had happened. Verasco's position was under great threat while Rose stared at Theo in disbelief. "What are you doing?" She asked incredulously. Thankfully, Verasco was still able to defend himself. However, Theo's cold streak didn't exactly care as he waltzed away towards Dara's room. The last point Rose found her husband disappeared, then turned to where Lion was trying to pull Verasco's arm to crawl up. "Let me help," Rose said shakily, offering to help. She and Lion struggled together. Little by little, they dragged Verasco to get the right accuracy to place his feet between the holes. One or two counts of them strugglin
The first time she opened the door to the main room, Rose's eyes were fixed to the west, noticing Theo and Verasco facing each other along the second floor line. No wonder Verasco's voice was booming as he searched for Lion. The man who was also there, bowed down next to Theo's body and said absolutely nothing. Rose closed the frame quite carefully. Keeping her distance from her husband. She was grateful that Theo was still in control of the body, though not with Verasco who seemed to be growing increasingly displeased. Anger was thick in Verasco's gray bead. The worst part hurt in Rose's mind when the middle-aged man spoke up. Not knowing how Theo heard it, Rose took a step faster. "You ignorant bastard. You should have gotten out of my son's body!" Verasco said angrily again. Theo's defiant stance was relaxed in the face of his father, as if it didn't matter what Verasco said. However, Rose knew very well what Theo was like inside. She quickly grabbed one
"Miscarriage... again, Rose?" Theo's question was full of disappointment. Not wanting to get carried away made Rose immediately tighten her embrace, but it seemed like Theo had the full power to separate himself from her reach. The ash gaze was sharp, demanding Rose without a word being spoken. She didn't know what Theo was thinking as he silently stared at her. Rose hesitated, not brave enough to cup the hard clenching of her jaw. Was Theo angry? Was Theo going to lay the blame on her? Rose was still wondering... her lips slowly moved to say something. "Theo—" Rose's words were stuck in the back of her throat. She was staring at the eyes that were repeatedly blinking. Theo hissed like he was suppressing something. Theo's gaze changed frequently. One moment Rose seemed to find Zever there. Soon she knew Theo was playing his part. "Theo." Rose called softly. Hoping Theo would survive, then be lost by Zever's lingering presence. At first Rose was s
Sugar. A special call from one person for her. Rose blinked quickly just to fully digest the chaotic situation a few moments ago if Theo was really back. Breaking away slightly Rose scrutinized the ash bead deeply. There was another flash that set Zever and Theo's ways apart when the two men locked eyes. Theo was with her, and instantly the euphoria in Rose's chest exploded. She'd been waiting for moments like this, never letting go of the man she'd been with a second time. "You've gone too far!" said Rose almost inaudibly. She rushed in and hugged Theo tightly. Truly venting all the pent-up feelings that had almost perforated Rose's madness. What could Theo say now to calm Rose down. The hollow of Theo's neck became the target of Rose's longing—0sniffing activities, even though since yesterday she had met the same body. "You make me claustrophobic, Sugar." Theo's baritone voice whispered softly, but those arms also wrapped warmly around Rose's small b
It was quiet there without the usual Lion feeding the husky. Rose's steps came to a halt just as Esmeralda howled and yipped in greeting from inside the cage. For a moment Rose examined the small bowl in the corner. It looked like she'd made a mistake, because the feed was scattered from Esmeralda's meal. "Your Papa Lion just left, huh?" asked Rose, unlocking the cage and letting Esmeralda out. "Come here, Esme. I'll take you to meet your new husband." It wasn't hard for Rose to lead the husky to the main room. When she opened the door, Zever just happened to come out from behind the door. The towel wrapped around the man's hips was sexy with beads running down the surface of his chest, creeping up to the base of his stomach and disappearing behind the absorbent fabric. Rose's smile was briefly directed at Zever. She was paying too much attention to Esmeralda's portion of the reaction to realize Zever was having a panic attack, which brings on intense fear or anxie
Rose winced, wanting to stretch her entire spine. Her movements were restrained by the known position of resting one's face on the top of one's chest. Last night they hadn't slept like that, but Rose didn't want to worry about how the density of her and the man's little snores could be so perfect for each other. Rose slowly looked up to trace her husband's closed face. She wanted to guess who she might be addressing if those gray eyes were open. Would it be Theo, or Zever .... Rose wished Theo would show up, at least there were still many problems they had to solve together. Between the misunderstanding, which probably still made Theo think the man had killed her parents. And about tattoos to some empty puzzles that must be put together. Only Theo, because Rose was sure Zever had her doubts about him until the truth was that Zever didn't know anything about all the conflicts during Theo's takeover. Rose's fingers played carelessly over the surface of the chest stu
"Is he asleep?" muttered Rose as she entered the room, only to find Zever curled up on his side of the bed. Carefully Rose padded then crawled slowly upstairs. Approaching her husband who was either asleep or not. As Rose remembered Zever wearing thick and long clothes, her forehead knitted in wonder as the blanket was realized to be wrapped almost completely around the man's body. Rose also positioned herself sideways with one arm for support. Gradually her fingers reached out to touch Zever's forehead to make sure the man beside her was at a normal temperature. And it seemed that Zever was indeed fine, or Rose should have made sure that the man was shirtless. It wasn't Theo's habit to sleep without a single thread covering his upper body. Rose's short sigh brought the thick fabric halfway down Zever's legs. Her husband's clothes were intact. Perhaps it was one of Theo's contradictory forms. Rose really had to hold herself still. Her attention was suddenl