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Tragedy Passed
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2024-10-29 19:42:56When 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. AlejaRelated chapters
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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."
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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
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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
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"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
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"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
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"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
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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
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"Bastard!" "You're someone's husband. Why didn't you tell me that from the start?!" All the flames of anger within Rose burst out. Thankfully, she knew that painful fact first before falling into the complexities with Theo, which would continue for who knows how long. The pain in Rose's heart really hurt her pride. Rose had never accepted a married man as a client. And now she had to regret a decision, which although made unwillingly, she had allowed her body to be enjoyed by a married man. Which was not part of Rose's bucket list. Theo had played, even lied to Rose knowingly. Didn't want to get married he said? Rose had foolishly been made to believe it. Thrown so high. However, when she fell, her body seemed to be scattered into small pieces. If only, Rose wished Theo never existed, never entered her life-perhaps Rose's feelings wouldn't be so hard to understand. What did Rose really feel? She didn't
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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
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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
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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
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"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
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"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
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"What conclusion?" A look of unequal color narrowed sarcastically. Rose's face was lifted a little roughly until she looked up and stared at each other. "It's so bad that even saying his name scares Oracle. And you say he didn't mean it?" Xelle's whisper was like a spark of fire. Quite disturbing if Rose had to admit it. She brushed off the lingering link of fingers, though Xelle's actions were not hurtful. "Theo didn't mean to. I was the one who misplaced the Oracle in our midst," Rose argued, not realizing how the blind finally blinked. "You're defending him, Rose?" Rose swallowed harshly. The glint in her eyes flickered quickly. "I'm not. It's just that you don't understand. I told you, that Theo did that out of his control. He had a nightmare last night." Rose held back the lump in the back of her throat. "You know I love Oracle, Axe, he's my son too. But please don't make a mess here. I've seen my husband hurt enough times. Not anymore. P
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"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
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"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
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"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
