My fingers have almost gone numb as I tap on the screen repeatedly. But no amount of effort can do me the magic of reaching Mr. Greg. Wherever he may be at this time of the day, whether he’s heating his ass on a bed or casting his foul fart into the humid morning breeze, I just can’t get him to appear before my face. I’m already too pissed off to let this marriage issue with Mr. D go unsettled for a day.As if Mr. Luck has suddenly decided to be on my side, I remember it’s Thursday today, the day I have agreed to meet Maezy again. And the day James can freely communicate with me through that fake guard. Picking up my phone, I swipe the screen impatiently and press Maezy’s name.“Hey, Miss Maezy? Can we meet up earlier?”“As you wish, dear,” comes her deep and irritating voice.“Where are you now?”“Jakara Hotel.”I raise my brow, and my lips twist into a smirk.
Silence engulfs us as I drop the words. My knees begin to shake; my heartbeats crack like fireworks. The insults I'm anticipating from him start to play in my mind, scaring the hell out of me, even before I feel his rage. "Ella – " "James, believe me. I'm also shocked," I begin to reason out, expecting that he's going to accuse me of seducing Mr. D. "Ella, if I'll ask you some favors, will you do it for me?" Finally, after what seems like an eternity, he opens his mouth again. I nod vigorously without thinking. "Do you understand why I have tasked you to negotiate with Mr. D?" "To seek revenge for what you are going through now." The words fall bland from my mouth, despising him for his refusal to concede. He committed a crime, so he should have accepted the consequence of his evil deed and not blamed anyone else. "Do you actually feel an ounce of my suffering and humiliation?" "Yes, of course," I tell him. He should have likewise known them beforehand so that he would be so acc
"Zed Ramos! Why do I have this honor to receive such a dignified guest?" Dr. Mitch rises to her feet and chuckles, extending her hand at me for a handshake. I accept her hand, although I'm no longer used to such formalities. She and Yen had been close friends, and we used to greet each other by kissing on the cheeks."Oh, I like that," I tell her, my lips curving into a warm smile as I release her hand.Dr. Mitch gestures with her hand pointing to a chair across from her desk, so I step forward and take the seat. She also sits gracefully, her white coat accentuating her fair skin and the small frame of her pretty face. Her loosely-permed hair hangs loosely down her shoulders, and a silver hairpin decorated with sparkling stones plastered her bangs to the side."By the way, how's Ella? Is she the reason you're here?""Yes." I nod sadly, and judging by her concerned stare, I know she has noticed how the warm gleam in my eyes disappears at the mention of Ell
I freeze in my seat as I glue my eyes on the TV screen, drops of sweat trickling down my temples. How long have these people been following me? And who the hell had taken these photos? Is it Kim's men or James'? I watch in horror as photos after photos roll on the screen. And I can still vividly remember when that kissing happened. Although I didn't initiate the kiss, Ella would still take that as an act of cheating because the damn reporter has stated the date. And how does Kim react to this news? Will he hurt Yen? How will she defend herself? Because I am sure this would be a significant blow to their marriage. I turn to look at Dr. Mitch, who has now walked over to my side. Her eyes are on the screen, her right hand resting at the edge of the desk. "Zed – " "According to the source who chooses to be anonymous, Mr. Zed Ramos was seen several times coming in and out of the office of Dr. Vergara…" Now, every cell under my skin has trem
Damn Yen! What has she done to herself? It would have been easier for her to put the blame on me. While I’m thinking of saving her from Kim’s wrath, she also can’t wait to destroy herself. “No. Yen is the one lying. She’s just scared you’ll kill me for this, so she blames herself.” “I’ll really kill you!” Kim roars, and Yen’s sobs turn louder. “I’ve sinned, Mr. Mori. So, I’ll accept it. Anyway, Ella is also gone and my reputation is ruined. Why would I still want to live? And by the way, if you’re the one spreading the sweet news of my incapacity, we’re even now. You’ve successfully hurt and destroyed me. But you have to spare Yen.” “Are you the one leaking it to the public, Kim?!” Yen yells; her voice is quivering. I can see her in my mind – bloodshot eyes, quivering lips, hair disheveled. Kim let out an irritating and devilish laugh, hurting my ear. I even have to tilt my head away from the phone. “Before I answer your question, answer me first. And be sure to tell me the truth
Zed's POV The surroundings have already turned dark when I finally look around. However, the streetlamps nearby reflect some shreds of silver light, illuminating the immense darkness that swallows my place. I had been drowning in my miseries, slumping in the corner with my back on the wall. Who knows I'd end up like this? I have motivated thousands of brokenhearted, given hope to millions. Yet I am even finding it hard to drag my body inside the house. A moment later, my phone rings. I glance at the screen to see the caller's name, and I see Ara's. "What the hell, Zed?! My finger is already getting numb from pressing on your doorbell. Where are you?" "Just here on the terrace." "I'm also here outside. Open the gate!" "No. Call Ella and ask for the code," I tell her. I'm just too lazy to get up and open the door for her. I toss back the phone, and I'm glad that Ara seems to cooperate. I close my
“Is buying a painting sin? Why the hell did you run away?” Ara snickers, and I shrug. I don’t care what she thinks. I had all my reason to run away. “Simple. I didn’t want the artist to know who was stupid enough to squander his lifetime savings just to purchase that portrait.” Ara’s mouth drops, her eyes as wide as the moon that has started to sail in the sky. “Do you mean it’s so expensive?” “More expensive than buying a car,” I smirk after hearing her gasp. “So where is it now?” she asks, looking at me like she’ll do whatever it takes to see that painting. “It’s upstairs. “Tell me more, Zed. This part of you seems so interesting,” she implores happily, her excitement palpable in the air. While I’m giving a thought to what she asks, some scenes of the past start floating in the back of my mind… ______ “Mr. Ramos, someone wants to see you. He said he just needs five minutes,” one of the seminar organizers approached me while I was resting in the anteroom, waiting for the int
A chilling breeze sweeps across the terrace, sending our skin into goosebumps. Ara raises her arms and folds them tightly across her chest. She grits her teeth and looks at me; her body starts quivering.“Zed, it's getting too cold here. Can we get inside, please?”Seeing that she’s not kidding, I drag my body from the floor and force myself to stand up. Ara immediately offers her hand, and I accept it. It may be shameful to show weakness, but I stopped fighting against my pride and allowed her to help me get into my room.“Zed, this is not good. Please fight,” she says after we almost stumble forward because I hit a piece of furniture in a corner.“I’m good, Ar. I’ll just have to sleep away. It’s been several days since I had a good sleep,” I tell her the truth.Ever since Ella left, sleep has eluded me. The loneliness and the pain of her betrayal in marrying Dennis have gnawed up my battered heart. And now the news of Yen getting punished for things Kim will never understand adds up
Zed's POV I stare at the charcoal portraits of two little kids. One painting shows them holding hands, another shows them eating together, and another shows them chasing happily. Those portraits depict my longing to be with the brother I had never met. I don't realize that my tears are already brimming as I recall those days. Those days when I sent those paintings to the orphanage together with my father's monthly allocation for him. I wonder if dad had noticed that I also painted a portrait every month and made sure I finished them before it was time to send them to him. "You keep them," I say, lifting my teary eyes to Dennis. Dennis rolls his eyes. "You made me so poor back then. All the money that daddy sent went to the expensive frames I bought for those portraits." Ella laughs but tears pool at the corners of her beautiful eyes. She looks so divine in her bridal gown; her angelic face matches the glitters of those thousands of diamonds that Den adorned on her wedding dress.
My brows furrow as I look at the woman whose voice rings loud and clear inside the room. She looks like she is in her mid-fifties, but a strong and domineering aura emanates from her. Her presence speaks of authority, and the lift of her chin and fiery gaze is enough to tell she holds a high position that even James bows down in respect. “My queen! Why are you here?” exclaims James, his previous arrogant look melts down against the power and authority of this woman. “Put down your weapons!” she orders, moving her eyes around. The three burly men instantly bend down and put their guns on the floor. I look at James and also find him conceding. He raises his hands in a gesture of surrender, then bows down, placing his gun on the floor. “Surrender all the weapons, not only those in your hands!” My eyes grow wide at her command, and my gaze darts toward the men pulling the pistols and knives hidden inside their jackets. I also watch James disengage an oliv
"Very well," James raises his hands and claps slowly but loudly. He stands at the doorway, slowly pacing towards us. Following behind him are three burly-looking men who quickly spread apart, covering the room's corners. However, his claps are not to applaud but to mock. James is devilishly a handsome man in his mid-thirties but doesn't have the aura of domineering and stunning CEOs. He has gold piercings on his ears, messy bangs that he keeps pushing to the side, and tattoos painting his entire arms. He stands tall in a pair of signature rubber shoes and bleached denim jeans, coupled with a button-up shirt that lays open down to the center of his chest. His figure better fits the definition of a mobster. James looks at Zed and says, "I always know you would come to play the role of a knight in shining armor, saving a damsel in distress." I glance at Zed, now sitting beside Ella and holding her hand. He looks back at James, his eyes keen and watchful.
I feel my fear sucking the air out of me. If I have to see myself in the mirror, I must already be as pale as death’s shade. Zed glances at me worriedly, but his expression is worse than mine. I know very well that he’s not scared for himself but us. Every minute that ticks by feels like taking away some years from my life.“Where are we now?” Mitch asks, her eyes moving around fast. She’s as scared as me!“We’re going uphill,” says Zed. He looks now at Ella, who is now fast asleep due to the sedative that Mitch administered to her. Because of my fear, I didn’t even notice before that an intravenous solution was dripping above her.“Will the baby be alright?” He’s sleeping soundly on the stroller beside the stretcher. I can’t help noticing how Ella has prepared for this.“She must be. I have been able to prepare her needs ahead.”The ambulance then skids to a turn. Mitch and I hurriedly peer through the slits of the curtains and see that we’re entering a wide gate. Zed also peeks out,
"What are we going to do now?" I whisper, but my eyes dart wide in fear. Mitch and Ella also look back at me with freezing gazes, massive glints of fear and shock ruling their expressions. "Where are we heading?" Ella asks, her gaze shifting among the three of us. "I'll call a backup." Zed pulls out his phone from his back pocket without wasting a second. "Sir, we screwed up. When we reached the clinic, Ella was already in an ambulance. But an enemy has taken the driver's place." "Whose ambulance?" "From the hospital where her OB-Gyne is affiliated." "Where's Monster?" "At the clinic. But the key is with me." I realize that the monster they are talking about is the car we used in coming to the clinic. But, perhaps, it got that name because it is heavily tinted and bullet-proofed, aside from the ammunition loaded inside. "No worries. I have spare keys." "You're following?" Zed asks. "Yes."
Zed moves straight ahead instead of turning to the left as initially planned. So I start presuming that Zed has changed his mind about picking up Ella himself. But then he turns right, and soon, we enter a black gate. “What are we doing here?” I ask Zed. Seeing him unfastening his seatbelt, I also do mine. “Hurry, Ar. We need to change the vehicle, a bullet-proof one.” “Who is living here?” “One of my teams.” Zed jumps down from the car and runs towards my side to open the door for me. But before he reaches me, I have already stepped one foot out. “Ara, just stay here. You will be safe here. This area is heavily guarded, and the security is high. I will pick you up once everything is over. But in case I can’t, my team knows what to do with you,” Zed speaks in utmost tenderness. His face even paints his gratefulness and worry for me. But I don’t like him saying goodbye. I may not be of any help to him, but I want to accompany him until
"Ara, close your eyes and tighten your seatbelt!" I scream even before I see Zed's next move. He then looks over his right shoulder, places his right hand on the top of the steering wheel, then eases off his foot abruptly from the brake pedal. I scream again as the car reverses andaccelerates backward, missing the car that speeds next to us narrowly. "Slow down, Zed! I'm not ready to die yet!" I shout from the top of my lungs as our car is about to collide with another vehicle. And the torture doesn't end. Cars after cars come closer by a thread's width, but luckily, Zed swerves away just in time! Damn, Kim! I wouldn't be in death's mouth if it were not because of him! Is he siding now with James? "Scream as loud as you can, Ar! It eases your fear. Haven't I told you? Kim's kindness is just a show-off?" Zed yell in my left ear, jolting me off from my seat. "My goodness, Zedrick! I don't expect this side of you. How can you fly a
"You're seeking more trouble, Zed. Do you think James will give you peace?" I am already shaking in anger. Zed is just too stubborn. Just where does this man get his courage from? If he relies on his previous investigation team, I don't believe they're more powerful than the assassin's group. They have been delving into James' case for several years already. They would have solved the case long ago if they were that good. "Let him do what he wants." Zed doesn't look like he is kidding. His eyes are on the road, but his sharp gaze reflects his determination. Silence envelopes inside the car, giving me more time to look left and right, scared that a convoy of vehicles will suddenly overtake and block our way. I am fond of watching suspense movies, and finally, I have become the leading character in my life's drama. My phone suddenly vibrates, and I immediately presume it comes from a bomb planted under my seat. I scream, and Zed s
“Made from finest silk fabrics, this gown is embellished with 1000 diamonds. But this is not the most expensive wedding gown. Kate Middleton’s sparkling wedding tiara alone had 1000 diamonds.” Zed’s face pulls into a stern frown. “Are you meeting me just to show that off? Damn you, Dennis! I admit I can never afford a lavish bridal gown as you do, but believe me, the beauty of the wedding lies not in the expensive gown a bride wears, but the weight of the affection she carries in her heart.” I raise my head this time and peer at these men squarely. I may not have met Dennis yet, the one they call Mr. D, but I heard many things about him from Yen. She even calls him eccentric. And judging from what I am seeing now, he looks far more bizarre than how Yen describes him. How can a man in his right mind calls an ex-fiancé just to show off? “I’m seeing you because I want to ask for your suggestion.” Mr. D shrugs like he doesn’t care about Zed’s reaction. I