[You’re probably busy at work, so I didn’t bother calling you. We’ll have dinner in the mansion tomorrow. I won’t take no for an answer.]The message came from her father, Alfred. She didn't expect him to text her. He often pestered her with calls, especially when he had something important to say, so she was surprised, especially by the mention of "dinner." It just didn't sound right to her."Excuse me, I'm just going to the bathroom," Vivianne said to Fiona, who simply nodded. Fiona didn't even look at her and kept her gaze fixed on Beckett, the manager.Vivianne only shrugged. Ever since she started working at Syneverse Entertainment as a dress stylist, Fiona had been distant, or maybe just neutral towards her. However, Fiona did praise her when she did a good job.She wondered if Fiona knew something about her relationship with Beckett or if she was jealous because Beckett was closer to her than to Fiona. But whatever the reason, she decided not to dwell on it. After all, Beckett
Beckett felt like he was drenched with cold water when he heard what Nathan said. After a moment of shock, he quickly rushed out of the warehouse. Nathan was still calling him because there were a few more things that Beckett needed to attend to at work, but he ignored them.Using his car, Beckett drove to the Allamino mansion as fast as he could. The distance from the warehouse to the mansion was quite far, but due to his car speed, he arrived at his destination quickly."Shit. Shit," Beckett repeatedly cursed while gripping the steering wheel tightly. He was also trying to call Vivianne, but she wasn't answering. "Fuck, Vivianne. Answer the phone, goddamn it."As each minute passed, his anxiety grew. Sweat was accumulating on his forehead, and anger was building up in his body. If only he knew that Alfred would make Vivianne his tester on that drug, he wouldn't have sold that jerk anything.After a few minutes, Beckett parked his car in front of the mansion gate. He saw the car Vivi
As if on cue, Beckett's mind went back to that day, especially when Alfred re-enacted exactly what the killer did that night. He was removing his upper garment while playing with a fork in his right hand.Beckett froze in his tracks, his body trembling. It was happening again. The entire place seemed to fill with blood due to his imagination. He even held his breath without realizing that he had let go of Vivianne already.Fortunately, Vivianne was sober enough to steady herself, but she was confused as to why Beckett suddenly stopped walking when he was the one eager to get her out of the house in the first place."Beckett?" Vivianne called to her boyfriend in a soft voice, but he didn't respond. He just kept staring at Alfred, so her gaze also shifted to her father.She furrowed her brow when she saw that his shirt was now removed, and Alfred was facing both of them. There, she saw the tattoo again—an infinity sign with small thorns.At first, she didn't know what was happening, but
A week had passed since Beckett stormed into the Allamino mansion. After that, they both returned to their respective jobs. Like before, they were doing their best not to get caught, especially now that their careers were flourishing even more."Joan, can you get the blower from the other room? This one isn't working well," Vivianne said as she was fixing the hair of an amateur model from Syneverse Entertainment. "Also, grab some hair spray, just in case we run out.""Okay!" Joan replied, Vivianne's assistant, before following her instructions.Vivianne was still Beckett's exclusive dress stylist, but she had started to step out of her comfort zone. Recently, she had tried her luck at hairstyling, and it had become a new hobby for her. Her company was generous enough to let her pursue this new passion with amateur models."Here, Viv," Joan handed over the blower and hair spray when she returned."Thank you," Vivianne said, winking at Joan before fixing the man's hair in front of her.
BECKETT STOPPED breathing for a second upon the mention of his late mother’s name. He didn't even notice that his forehead had furrowed deeply while his left hand clenched tightly. He was filled with even more anxiety as his discoveries slowly pointed towards Alfred's relationship with his mother in the past."Do you have his file?" Beckett asked Nathan.Nathan shook his head as he read the document in his hand. "Yes, boss. But it's quite sparse. It's difficult to find information about the kid because someone seems to be deliberately hiding it from the public."Beckett's brows furrowed even deeper. "Any idea or hunch who it is?""It could be your mother, boss, or maybe his father. Dyrus Hechanova." Nathan scanned the file while looking for information about Dyrus. "According to this, they both worked at a small company with Ma'am Ylona and resigned at the same time. After that, no one knows where Dyrus went. There's no trace left.""How did my mother become that kid's guardian, then?
"I will not even ask you about this if I can't handle what you're going to say, Vivianne," Beckett replied. His voice was deep, and so was his gaze. "I just wanted to know the truth."Vivianne nodded before smiling sadly. "I will tell you everything. Everything."Vivianne's mind went back to the time when she was at the Allamino warehouse. It was where Alfred conducted illegal transactions, selling drugs and women. She didn't like being there, but if she didn't go, Alfred might do something terrible to her mother.Despite her lack of enthusiasm, Vivianne endured all the training that Alfred had prepared for her. She had already completed her physical training since that was what Alfred had focused on when she was younger. Now, he was teaching her about the business and the right way to conduct transactions."Can I go home now?" Vivianne asked in a bored tone, glancing at her wristwatch. "I have work.""This is your job, Miss Vivianne," replied Rosalie, one of Alfred's right-hand peop
A few seconds later, Beckett was snoring heavily. As he's peacefully asleep, even though there was an earthquake at El Continental Hotel, he wouldn't wake up. Vivianne had spiked Beckett's wine with a sleeping aid earlier.She didn't want things to come to this, but she knew it would be difficult to leave Beckett if he were awake. Beckett would surely stop her from leaving, and she might be swayed by her feelings.But their relationship needs to end now."I love you. I love you so much..." Vivianne whispered as she caressed the young man's cheek. Her tears continued to flow. "And I hope that when we meet again, you won't forgive me."Vivianne kissed Beckett for the last time before wiping her tears. She gazed at him for a moment before finally leaving. It was hard to leave the one she loved the most, but if she didn't do it, their lives would be ruined.Vivianne quietly exited their room. She looked around and smiled, seeing that the room was empty. She seized the opportunity to quick
"What do you mean?" Vivianne could hardly hear herself say those words. "Did you do something wrong to him? Are you planning to kill him now?""Not yet, but soon, I will ask someone to do it," her father grinned before clenching both of his fists. He was suppressing his anger. "You shouldn't care anymore about what I do to him. You're already separated, Vianne. You don't have to worry about him, and you know why."Vivianne took a deep breath. She wanted to respond, but she didn't know what to say. She could see in her father's eyes that he didn't like her reaction. Vivianne still had a hard time hiding her emotions sometimes."When are you planning to kill him?" Vivianne asked, her voice slightly stammering."As soon as possible. When I see an opportunity to eliminate him, I'll seize it," Alfred's gaze sharpened, and Vivianne's hair stood on end. "He needs to die because if he doesn't, he will come after us."Vivianne closed her eyes and breathed heavily. They both knew Beckett's true