ANGELIQUE SLOAN’S POV Each and every step that I took while heading back to the hospital wasn’t that easy for me, even though I had a straight face. My mind was literally like a puzzle that has absolutely no chance of being fixed. I know exactly what I need to do, but my conscience is pulling me back as if I haven’t taken my father’s life at all. There’s no clear explanation of what I’m feeling. As soon as I was around the area where I last saw my mother, I heard two women laughing. One was from my mother, and another one was from a voice I wasn’t familiar with. Curiosity piqued my interest, so I tried to take a peek through the slightly opened door. “Who’s that girl?” I whispered a query to myself with my forehead scrunched. I have never encountered that woman in my whole life. She looks more gorgeous than me. Her hair was the first thing that I noticed because of its blonde color. H
ANGELIQUE SLOAN’S POV The way that Greyson’s facial expression turned quite softer when he saw Gwynneth right in front of him and beside me, made me shiver down my spine. "It seems like the relationship between the two of you is far deeper than I imagined," I said, with the intention of leaving. "I heard from her conversation with my mother that she hasn't been able to meet you for years, and I guess that's true," I added. Greyson faked a cough as he rapidly shook his head. "T-that's not the case, Angelique. Don't get too ahead of your assumptions," he mumbled. "It's just that... I wasn't expecting that you'd return here with someone else. I was waiting for you to come back here with Lian, or at least a client of mine," he explained further. "You don't have to lie to yourself just because someone else is here, Greyson." Gwynneth randomly reached for his arm, then clung onto it. "I know that you've also m
ANGELIQUE SLOAN'S POV I have been doubtful of Greyson's real feelings since the beginning of his story regarding his relationship with Gwynneth. But there was nothing I could do but sit beside him and listen. "Wouldn't it sound more convincing if I told you about it with emotions?" Greyson faked a laugh, trying to dodge the assumption I made. "Didn't you see how much of a b*tch that woman was? Who would even dare to get back in a relationship with her?" I shrugged my shoulders, unsure of how to respond. "What was the reason why the two of you broke up anyway?" I asked, as my curiosity could no longer be contained. "I ended things with Gwynneth because of how she was living in poverty," Greyson directly answered without even thinking twice. "It's not that I'm looking down on everyone who has a low economic status. It's just that Gwynneth had been a gold digger," he defended himself before I could've attac
ANGELIQUE SLOAN’S POV Even though I knew that Greyson had already seen the crime scene that night, I still pretended that he had no clue about it when my mother mentioned it, thinking that it wouldn’t be great if she figured out that Greyson knows I’m a murderer. “Go on and try; it’s not like Greyson would believe a word you’d tell him. He knows me damn well and loves everything about me,” I bluffed, hoping that she would back down from her blackmail against me. My mother picked up her phone from her purse, browsing through it. “Well, this might be something that would make you change your mind,” she said with a grin on her lips, as if she were suppressing her laughter. As much as I was curious, I patiently waited for her to show me her phone, which I shouldn’t have done. I should’ve run away. I shouldn’t have stayed here for too long. I always end up thinking of doing something diffe
ANGELIQUE SLOAN’S POV “Huh?” Greyson exclaimed, scrunching his forehead as hard as he could. “Who the f*ck do you think I am to have a sex tape with someone? I have a lot of clients, yes, but that doesn’t mean that there are videos of them spreading online or anywhere!” he grunted. “Then, how can you explain that video where you were having a good time with Gwynneth while I was ending my parents’ lives?” I asked, ignoring what he said. A gasp escaped from Greyson’s mouth. “T-that...” He raised his hand in an attempt to grab my arm, but I nudged it off so he couldn’t hold me. “I wasn’t in the right mind when that happened, Angelique; trust me,” he panicked, making it sound like he wasn’t telling the truth. “Why are you stuttering? Have you run out of excuses?” I smirked to provoke him. Greyson shook his head. “I’m not making up excuses. I really wasn’t thinking straight that night. I w
ANGELIQUE SLOAN’S POV My brain has been quite fuzzy since I heard the news report. I didn’t need to wait for my name to be mentioned by the reporter. Merely the details about the murder case were enough for me to determine that I was the one being described. “There must be some sort of mistake here, Angelique. Who knows? You might not be the one they’re talking about. There’s no definite specification anyway,” Greyson said in such a casual manner, which made me irritated. “How are you acting so damn calm, Greyson? There’s a fifty-fifty chance that I’d be haunted the next second that I step out of this place,” I complained, raising my voice to let him sense that I wasn’t in the mood for jokes. Greyson heaved out a sigh as he cupped my cheeks. “Have you already forgotten what I told you?” he asked while the edge of his lips slightly curled. “I told you before that I wouldn’t carelessly let anything slip by
ANGELIQUE SLOAN’S POV After a few years, my life has been unbelievably silent. I was expecting that there would be a lot of people who would be after my life, or even just my simple presence. But there was no one chasing me around. Everything and everyone is too peaceful. It was as if someone out there was protecting me from being harmed. As much as I don’t want to assume, there’s only one person that I can think of who could possibly do it—Greyson. Before I left him back then, I still heard how much he was apologizing for how things ended up. Greyson mentioned that he really wasn’t the one I should be mad at, saying that he was completely innocent of what I’m blaming him for. I should reconsider and think thoroughly about the people that I’ve recently encountered, which instantly made me remember my mother and Gwynneth.
ANGELIQUE SLOAN’S POV Considering how there’s a lot of passersby around, I convinced the stranger who approached me to talk this out through a meal. I wasn’t planning on spending anything until I found a job, but I had to do so unless I wanted people to notice me. I took a sip from my iced caramel macchiato as I crossed my legs, leaning my back behind. “So, what do you want from me?” I asked, as if I were the one who had the upper hand. “You’re one amusing woman,” the man commented as he showed me a playful smirk. “What are you capable of doing other than pretending that you’re strong?” He used his lips to point out my trembling hands, which were holding onto my cup. I placed both of my hands on my lap and then faked a cough. “I’m confident that I can do anything and everything, as long as there’s money involved,” I answered him with all honesty. The man snapped his fingers. “That’s a