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
“I think I like you, Sir.” Lanceil’s ears turned red. He was so surprised that only, “H-Huh?” came out of his mouth. Lanceil doubted his ears. It’s possible that he heard her wrong, so he didn’t say anything until Agatha’s voice came back and proved him wrong.“I really do like you,” she repeated.His emotions shook like waves. It went up and down, banging side to side. He wasn’t specifically sure if the confession should make him amused or glum, and as his expression faltered between smiling or scowling, all that was left was the blank look on his face.If it is a dream, he will be happy because at least he won’t be afraid to give his reply. But if it isn't a dream, he will also be happy that she made him realize that feeling that he kept on refusing. Now he’s at a loss. Blank and empty-headed. But his heart was full of joy, anxiousness, hope, despair, guilt, excitement…Was it really this nerve-wracking to fall in love again? It was like doing a parachute gliding only to realize
“Thank you for arranging a time to meet me.” Sebastian and Mikhail were inside a VIP room in a Japanese restaurant. None of them were fans of Japanese food. And that’s more the reason why they chose this place. Because they don’t want to enjoy eating lunch together. “I really wanted to meet you again and curse at you once more,” Sebastian added, glaring at Agatha’s ex-fiance. Mikhail took a sip of his tea. His elegant movements showcased his status as the only heir of the Hamington group. Whereas on the other side, Sebastian, who was the heir of Hopkins corporation, was wearing a plain shirt and ripped pants. Despite the difference between their outfits, they are in the same league. “Since we haven’t enjoyed each other’s company since day one, I will make this quick,” Mikhail said. “Are you really dating Agatha?” Sebastian chuckled sardonically. “F*cking assh*le. After abandoning Agatha, you have the least right to ask that question. Okay, let’s make it quick.” Sebastia
Agatha’s POV “The new professor is really good. I learned a lot from his lesson. Literature bores me a lot. But he discussed it well. I am so glad he came.” Sebastian spouted praises toward our new Professor. If he knows who that guy is, he will regret complimenting him, I swear. “Oh right, about the field trip, are you going to come?” I stopped walking, and so did Sebastian. Lawrence is a good teacher, I admitted that. But I really could not understand why we need to go on a field trip when we were so busy reviewing for the board exams. ‘Is he nuts?’ I think there’s no point asking the obvious question. “My Auntie won’t allow me to come, I guess,” I said as an excuse. “Do you want me to persuade her?” “No. Just let it be. I don’t like going in trip by the way.” “Really? But I heard that the professor would sign a recommendation letter for us if we come to this field trip.” “WHAT?!” That f*cking rich b*stard. He really knew how to lure me. “If you have a prof
Third Person’s POV It will be a four-day field trip. Working as a maid, Agatha knew it was impossible for her boss to allow her to go. More than that, Agatha and Lanceil hadn’t met again after the night she confessed. Lanceil was busy at work again – a reality that would not change. “Hey.” Agatha looked at Vincent. When was the last time she saw him? When he was searching for the orange juice Agatha drank accidentally. Vincent hardly comes because he stayed at his friend’s apartment. “You came back from the review center?” he asked. “I did.” “You’re late.” “I always come back late. That is my schedule.” “Wasn’t it hard? Working and studying at the same time?” Agatha scowled. Why is he being so kind these past few days? “It is hard. So, if you may excuse me. I wanted to go in my room and rest.” “Wait.” “What?” “Were you the one who stored orange juice in the fridge?” ‘That’s why he’s kind. He was thankful,’ having these thoughts, Agatha answered, “Yeah. I
“I w-was joking. You told me that it was big!” “What’s big?” Vincent and Agatha’s hearts fell out of their chests as they turned around to Lanceil, who had just come back from work. “What are you guys talking about?” Lanceil interrogated. The two unconsciously looked at the thing that they were talking about. It is located at the lower part of Lanceil’s body. “What’s big?” he asked again. Vincent and Agatha diverted their eyes back to Lanceil’s face in unison. It’ll be a major problem if Lanceil finds out that they were talking about his thing. Therefore, Agatha thought of an excuse. “W-We were talking about what to eat for breakfast tomorrow. Vincent said he wanted a big sausage.” “Sausage?” Lanceil asked. And it sank into her mind; that the excuse she made was ridiculous. Vincent quickly turned around and covered his mouth. He wanted to laugh so badly, but he needed to suppress it. On the other side, Agatha would like to disappear into thin air. “Then go ahead and h
Third Person’s POV“These are the people who benefited from your father’s death.” Sebastian showed the list of people who worked with Agatha’s father in the past. The two of them were inside a cat café, investigating Agatha’s father’s possible murder case. “If we tried to analyze each of them, we might find a clue to see who is most likely the suspect,” Sebastian narrowed. Agatha studied the lists of names along with the pictures of them. Among them, she recognized Mikhail’s father. “Mikhail’s dad?” she asked, pointing at the picture. “Ahhh, y-yeah,” Sebastian said, then he drank his bubble tea. “He was your father ex-partner, so I included him to the lists.” Agatha tilted her head. It was grueling to imagine that her ex-fiance’s father would kill her father, so she excluded him right away. “Thanks for always helping me, Sebastian,” she thanked. “You talked as if I am a stranger. Helping you is the most natural thing to do. I appreciate your ‘Thank you’, but hey, you don’t nee
Third Person’s POVThe first day of the field trip. When Agatha hopped onto the bus, her groupmates were already there. She was the last one to arrive in fact. Agatha looked around the bus to see who came and who did not. Unfortunately, her ex-fiance was present. ‘He’s really annoying,’ Agatha thought, rolling her eyes until she saw Sebastian at the end of her gaze. “Here! Agatha! I reserved you a seat!” Sebastian said while waving his hand. Right now, he looks like an excited kid who is looking forward to the trip. His appearance was a breath of fresh air for Agatha. She’s so glad Sebastian attends the same Review School. Carrying her backpack, Agatha sat next to Sebastian. “Do you want to sit next to the window?” Sebastian offered as he knew that Agatha has trouble riding on a bus. “You sure?” Agatha asked. “Sure. I’m fine. Let’s exchange seats.”“Thanks.” She sat next to the window and looked at Sebastian’s backpack. “Dude, what did you bring? Are you finally thinking of
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