It was raining. Lanceil looked out the window and wondered if Agatha brought an umbrella with her. He was worried she might get sick again. “She says a nonsense thing when she’s sick,” Lanceil said before he grabbed an umbrella. There were two umbrellas in the living room. But Lanceil purposely grabbed one. ‘But what will I say to Agatha if she sees me waiting for her near the bus stop?’ Lanceil thought of any excuse he could use while he was on his way out of the condo. “Good evening.”He only stopped when his neighbor greeted him. Lanceil looked at the quiet girl living next door. She was the person who brought Agatha when she was sick. Wanting to show his gratitude, Lanceil greeted her back. “Good evening.” He doesn’t sit well with that weird neighbor, so he decided to simply pass by after greeting. But surprisingly, the quiet girl spoke more than usual. “About your maid.” Lanceil turned around and met Maxine’s gaze. “How is she?” Lanceil’s guts instinctively activated
Agatha and Lanceil walked inside the elevator. Ding!When the door closed, she pulled back away from him and lowered her gaze. “I AM REALLY SORRY, SIR. That man is my best friend. But he doesn’t know that I am working as a maid. I lied to him and said that I am living with my relatives and…”He raised his hand and tilted her chin up. “Stop.”His thumb grazed over her lips and pressed, parting her mouth. Agatha almost bit his fingers but stopped herself in time.“You don’t need to apologize. There are things that we wanted to keep by ourselves.”Hearing his words, the stirring emotions, came to life. Even if she had thought she could bear it, her lips moved of their own accord.“Thank you, Sir.”Lanceil looked at his thumb on her lips. He felt envious and wished he could use his lips to shut her up instead. Still, he doesn’t want to scare his maid. “But I hate the name you gave me. Britney? It sounds so feminine.” Lanceil pulled his hand away and at the same time, the elevator door
"It's because there's a valuable flower that I can't leave.""A flower? What kind of flower?""Agatha.”"Ugh! Ugh!" Agatha coughed when Vincent suddenly called her name. She grabbed the glass and emptied it in one go.“You have sauce on the corner of your lips,” Vincent informed. Lanceil, who was surprised when his brother called their maid suddenly, took a sharp breath.'I thought the flower he's talking about was Agatha,' Lanceil thought. “S-Sauce?” Agatha asked. She tried to wipe the sauce but failed. Therefore, Lanceil leaned closer. He wiped the sauce from her mouth while saying, “ It’s here.” After wiping the sauce, Lanceil licked his thumb. Unable to speak for a moment, Agatha stared at Lanceil. Her face was all red. ‘I said that I will stop this feeling as soon as possible. How can I stop this when he’s being so sweet?!’ Agatha protested in her mind while looking at the man she likes. Vincent watched them. Jealousy is for a pathetic person, Vincent believed in this. Th
Early morning, Lanceil woke up Vincent and forced him to jog with him. Although Vincent opposed the idea, he was forced to go out and exercise. 'He must be a dictatorial president in his past life,' Vincent complained inwardly. He reduced his pace while holding his side waist. The fatigue set in, and he felt really exhausted. Since it has been a long time since he took a long run, his body needs time to get used to the increased effort. As he caught his breath, he looked at his brother who is still jogging at full speed. 30 minutes before they headed out to the park for a run, he and Lanceil grabbed bananas, toast with ham, and water to give their bodies the fuel they needed before they ran. After that, Lanceil laced up his running shoes. Full of motivation he ran enthusiastically. "And he is still not tired?" Vincent asked. "Is he a monster?" After resting for a while, Vincent followed his brother with the face of a boy who was forced to come to a place he didn't want to
Agatha went to the mall to meet Sebastian. They can see each other at night in the review center. However, Agatha wanted to meet him right away to talk about her dad’s case. While waiting for Sebastian, Agatha felt bored, and she strolled around the mall. She went to the department store and then looked for some clothes that she wanted to give as gifts to the children in the orphanage. She didn't buy it yet, but she already checked the prices and calculated how much she needs. "I'll buy those after my payday," she promised. After visiting the children’s section, she went to look for her own T-shirt. She was simply checking each shirt, touching them to see if it was worth buying. She felt someone is following her, and it is one of the salesladies, who probably think she'll steal a piece. She never experienced this when she was still rich. "Wait a minute." Agatha looked back at the saleslady who was staring at her with hostility. "Are you calling me?" Agatha pointed at hersel
Agatha’s POVI could tell that man wasn’t lying when he said that he is the owner of this mall. But I would never believe that man fell for me at first sight. ‘I am pretty, I know that.’ But such proposal would sound nothing but idiocy. “What a crazy man,” I said while jolting as far as away from the ice cream shop. Ting!At the same time, the text I was waiting for had come. [“Agatha where are you? I am in the O.I ice cream shop.”] She pulled the brake on her feet and exclaimed silently. Among all places, why did Sebastian choose to meet there? Agatha rolled her eyes as she typed a reply. [“I am begging you, Sebastian. Anywhere, but not there.”] Sebastian was easy to talk to. Therefore, Agatha avoided meeting Lawrence again and went to a Sushi restaurant instead. She’s not a fan of sushi, though. Sebastian is. There are less people inside the restaurant. Aside from that, Sebastian got an exclusive private room. “Why are you so late?” Agatha complained.“Sorry. Traffic jam
“My purpose for coming is simple. I am here to have a talk with my pretty fiancée.”Agatha’s jaw almost made its way to the ground. She recognized him, felt wary about him and his unusual provocation about this “Marriage thing” that hadn’t come to her mind yet. There was a huge chance this guy fell for her at first sight, and being head over heels is what took him to follow her and proposed like this. Agatha sensed danger. She’s still not sure what this is all about, but if things go South, Lanceil might misunderstand this, and the seducing game will be over. Agatha looked at him. A great shock registered on Lanceil’s face but there was more than a surprise. A mixture of unknown emotions, hard to put in words, were painted gruesomely in his eyes. Is that a bad thing or a good thing?“You have a fiancé?” Alas, Lanceil asked Agatha. Protocol – DENY IT AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. “NO!” Agatha said abruptly, her sharp eyes turning to Mr. Lawrence, who was grinning as if he was enjoying the
Lanceil was tossing around his bed, hoping to see which was the most comfortable position. The position wasn’t the real problem, though.“Damn,” he grunted. He gave up everything and just looked at the ceiling. “Is he really her fiancé?”That’s it. He couldn’t sleep because of Agatha.When a rich famous man like Lawrence came and introduced himself as Agatha’s fiancé, Lanceil felt a cord snapped inside his head. The surroundings muted down, he could only hear the loud beating of his aching heart.He didn’t know what exactly made him pathetic, in pain, sorrowful.“I know I have the right to meddle in Agatha’s relationship with the man who signed a contract with his father. But f*ck! What kind of father would do that?”Lanceil realized he also had no right to question Agatha’s father’s liability. Because he, himself, has a father who failed to give affection to his children.“Who am I to curse your father,” Lanceil mumbled.Either way, Lanceil will stop the marriage. The question is, ho
Third Person’s POVBrett had spent the entire day cleaning his younger sister's room. Now that the whole Olive mystery was finally solved and he was free from its clutches, he felt a sense of relief. He neatly packed all of his sister's belongings into boxes and stored them in the cabinet. The only thing he left out was the picture frame of him and Olive.Exhausted from the day's cleaning, Brett lay down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling."Man, that was exhausting," he grumbled, pretending to wipe sweat off his forehead.As he turned his head, his gaze fell upon the picture frame on the table. Sitting up, he leaned against the headboard."So, is this really the end?" he pondered.He had brought justice to his family's tragedy and Ian Grim had been punished. He no longer needed to keep Agatha by his side since their slave contract had ended. Soon, Agatha would be going to Argentina.It felt like the climax had passed and a happy ending was on its way."A happy ending," Brett thou
Agatha’s POVIt's been a whole month since everything went down. Today, I hung out with my friend, Sebastian."Agatha," he said in a serious tone. "Are you really sure about your decision?""Hmmm?""That," he murmured."Ahhh," I nodded, understanding what he was referring to. "Yes, I'm pretty sure."I saw him nod his head before he kicked a small rock that was lying in the middle of the road."Hmmm," he whispered.I looked up and saw the inviting blue sky, urging me to have some more fun today."There are so many bad memories in this place," I said. "So it's better for me to leave."Exactly.Even though I'm gazing at this beautiful sky above me, the horrifying scenes keep replaying in my mind over and over again. Sleeping at night is the worst, as nightmares never fail to haunt me. It's hard to breathe and even harder to cry when my tears have run dry.The only solution I can think of is to go somewhere else.Will it help me forget my past?Maybe yes, maybe not. Who knows if I don’t t
Third Person’s POVIn the afternoon, Vincent made his way to the prison to visit his father. Without any visible emotion, he entered the visiting room and took a seat.He slowly raised his head and saw his father sitting across from him, his wrists bound by handcuffs. Between them stood a rectangular glass door with small holes in the center and a larger hole at the bottom, allowing for hand placement.His father, who had always carried an air of arrogance and elegance, now appeared weathered by the sun. Dark circles lingered beneath his eyes, and his lips were dry and cracked, as if he hadn't tasted water in days. It seemed as though he had aged rapidly.As Vincent gazed at his father in this state, he felt nothing. There was no emotional response to seeing the old man before him."I thought I would be left alone until the end," Ian remarked.Vincent kept his slanted eyes cast downward."But it seems you, out of all my sons, cared for your parent the most. If only I had known, I woul
Agatha’s POVAs I stared at the termination contract, the goal I had set for myself to escape slavery suddenly felt within reach.Brett explained, "This contract means you're free from working for me."I glanced at Brett, noticing his tired and puffy eyes. I wondered if he had been crying all night.The reason Brett had asked me to seduce Lanceil Grim was to uncover the truth behind his sister's death by investigating the Grim family.And now, the mystery was finally solved. Olive, Lanceil's former wife, had died after discovering a secret place beneath the mansion where she saw Mrs. Susan Grim, who was supposed to be dead. Ian Grim had killed his daughter-in-law to keep the truth hidden.The crumpled paper in my hands brought back memories of all the terrible things he had done. Not only did he hide his wife, but he also caused the deaths of hundreds of people on that plane, stole a corpse, killed Olive, my dad, and ultimately, murdered Mikhail.He was sentenced to death by the court
Third Person’s POVInside the ambulance, a sense of claustrophobia always lingers. The confined space is filled with activity, from the paramedics tending to Maxine's wound to the police officer urgently demanding that she survive.Despite the chaos around her, Maxine remains calm, feeling the chill of the ambulance seeping into her body. As time ticks by, the pain in her wound subsides, leaving her with goosebumps and a pallid complexion. Her eyes grow heavy, her breaths shallow, amidst the cacophony of urgent voices.“It is Code 3. Code 3!”A life threatening emergency code 3, her faint vital signs and sirens rang on her ears.‘Ahhhh, I am going to die,’ Maxine realized, and by the time she did, she could not stop the grin spread on her bloody lips.They say time is like a tissue. With every minute that passes before treatment, more body parts that should be pink will turn white or blue, and white or blue equals to dead. Maxine could feel that in any moment she can be at Code 4, the
Third Person’s POVA few days later, the trial against Mr. Ian Grim commenced. Surprisingly, Jake Dawson, despite his deep sorrow over the loss of his son, received a lifetime sentence. The trial concluded smoothly, but it was evident that Mikhail's demise was a result of Ian's deceitful plan. Jake, harboring no sympathy for his acquaintance, saw no reason to protect Ian's reputation. In fact, he desired a more severe punishment for him. Consequently, Jake bravely disclosed the truth in court, leaving Ian with little opportunity to refute the allegations.Nevertheless, Ian remained seated in the courtroom, delusionally believing that he still had a chance to escape his fate. With an unsettling lack of remorse etched on his face, he anxiously awaited his verdict, his wrists bound by handcuffs.The prosecutor declared, "I intend to summon Wayne Jetts as a witness, your Honor."Sebastian took his place on the witness stand and glanced at the spectators. Among them, he locked eyes with Ag
Third Person’s POVMaxine's body was drenched in a cold sweat as she stared at the empty doorway. She struggled to catch her breath, feeling a sharp pain in her lungs with every inhale.With great effort, she slid her arms underneath her and pushed herself up onto her hands and knees. A defeated cry escaped her lips and hung in the air."Ahhhh~"Blood trickled down her face from the wound on her forehead, staining her chin and the ground below. Tears mixed with traces of blood streamed down her face as she slowly stood up.Her head spun, and it felt as if there was an invisible force pulling her down, stronger than the Earth's gravity. But she knew it was only her experiencing this sensation. She was the one tormented by unbearable pain.Maxine had been stabbed in the stomach with a knife. Fresh blood gushed from the wound as she struggled to stand, pressing her hand against it, feeling powerless.Maxine gazed down at the man lying on the ground, his mouth agape.It was Mike, her part
Third Person’s POVDing dong~The security system on the speaker by the doorbell asked, "Who is it?""It's a delivery!" came the reply."You can leave it outside," was the response."We actually need your signature, ma'am.""Oh, really? Just give me a moment."The gate swung open, revealing two men in disguise, Adam and Brett. They were both wearing caps and delivery uniforms as they entered.As soon as they stepped inside, they came face to face with the maid they had spoken to earlier."Good day, ma'am!" Adam greeted, tipping his cap and flashing a smile at the maid.She couldn't help but be captivated by his dimples and his sun-kissed face.Baby boy?Adam was taken aback. Meanwhile, Brett was desperately trying to hold back his laughter."Where do I need to sign?" she inquired, looking at Adam.Adam's mouth hung open for a moment before he closed it. They had forgotten to bring the fake document for the signing!"Um... about that..." Adam stammered.Seeing his struggle, Brett jumpe
Years ago…Brett was buried in paperwork at his desk when he received a text from his step sister. He glanced at his phone and saw Olive’s message.[“Brother. I’m scared.”]He furrowed his brows as he picked up his phone and replied.[“Why? Are you seriously scared of ghosts now?”]Olive responded immediately. [“I think I saw something I shouldn’t have. Brother, I’m scared. Can you come pick me up?”]Brett couldn't understand why his married sister was asking him to take her home.“What kind of joke is this?” he thought. “I can't believe she's still reaching out to me after getting married.”Brett had always harbored secret feelings for his step sister. It was natural given that they weren't blood-related. But when Olive married Lanceil, Brett knew he had to let go of those feelings and keep his distance from her.That’s why he made himself busy in work.After a long time, Olive sent him a weird text message.[“I will only finish some paperwork.”] Brett replied. [“Then I will pick you