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
“Who made this proposal?” Brett Holmes, the Chairman of Holmes Finance Corporation, asked everyone in the meeting hall. “Who made this proposal again?” he repeated. His expression, which seemed like a glass of water, was hard to decipher.He’s smiling, and his voice sounded like he can forgive anyone who had committed a big crime. But for quick-witted people, they could tell what was on Brett’s mind. DESTRUCTION. “Miss Nathalie,” Brett called out.Nathalie tensed up. “Y-Yes, Sir?”“Tell me who made this proposal. This isn’t a question.”He showed the folder in his hand, waiting for Nathalie’s reply.Nathalie then looked at the man responsible for making the document. The man hid well behind the person sitting beside him as if he was clearly warning Nathalie not to bring his name and take the blame in his stead.However, working years under Brett, Nathalie knew that it is impossible to fool their boss. She, therefore, decided to tell the truth. “It is Director Gastvo’s idea, Sir.”Gas
The first day of the field trip almost ended. At night, they gathered at the camping site and finally met their professor, who was very late. “It’s a good thing that many attended the field trip. It was a nice experience, right?” Lawrence asked them. “Yes, Sir!” Everyone answered, except Agatha. Although Lawrence looked like a professional professor, in Agatha’s eyes, he would remain the annoying rich man who kept on chasing after her like an idiot. “I really hope EVERYONE enjoyed it,” Lawrence mumbled before his eyes went to Agatha. Sebastian, who was standing next to Agatha, thought that Lawrence was looking at him. He smiled, but the beam disappeared when he noticed that Lawrence’s gaze wasn’t for him but for Agatha. He looked alternately at his best friend and the professor. When he looked back at Lawrence, he wasn’t looking anymore. ‘Was it just my odd intuition? They looked like they knew each other,’ Sebastian thought alone. He didn’t hear what Lawrence was saying as he
Agatha’s POVIt was embarrassing.Not only Lawrence caught us in that weird position, but we also need his help to get out of that small space.“He would not think of anything weird, would he?”I zipped the tent and lay down inside.I belong to the ten people whom Lawrence caught at the beginning of the game. As a result, I was assigned to build the tent. Oddly, the tent I built was set far from everyone.It was tiring, and I hoped sleep would knock me out of my senses. But the thing that happened between Sebastian and me would not leave my mind.Sebastian apologized so many times. I hit his head thrice and cursed at him endlessly.‘Sebastian didn’t mean it,’ I told myself, believing my best friend.“He was right. He only pulled me because we were hiding. And he’s a man so…”It’s natural for a young man like him to get an er*ction. That showed he’s a healthy guy. But…“I hope we can just forget about it. It will be awkward for us.”And most importantly, I don’t want to lose a friend l
Third Person’s POV On the second day of the field trip, Lawrence brought the reviewers to a traditional market town, which was a popular tourist spot. “Today, you can freely explore the town and enjoy your day as much as you want,” Lawrence told everyone. “You have three hours to walk around,” Lawrence continued. “After the limited time, everyone must go back here to our meeting place. Make sure you all wear your ID.” “Yes, Sir!” Many murmured joyous words as they were all excited. While everyone was celebrating, Sebastian looked at Agatha. She was in deep thought. ‘Is she still bothered because of what happened between us last night?’ Sebastian asked inwardly. He thought that Agatha felt uneasy just like him. Last night, he didn’t sleep well. He was worried Agatha would see him as a freak, so he tried to look for her, but he couldn’t find Agatha’s tent. Today, he wanted to talk about it to Agatha. But she seemed so out of it. “Ahh, one more thing, don’t travel alone. Esp
“I know the reason why you broke up with me. You were guilty because your father betrayed my father, weren’t you?” There were a lot of people around, but weirdly, Mikhail felt that there were only him and Agatha in the noisy place. Many passed by their sides, each with a different business, not giving a glance to their side. “Sorry,” Agatha said. “For hating you and for not knowing anything, I am so sorry.” Mikhail’s hands flinched. His throat hurt as he suppressed the tears from coming out of his unblinking eyes. “I hated you so much for abandoning me,” Agatha said. “I even swore to God to punish you until death. But now that I learned the truth, I was embarrassed and guilty.” Who told Agatha the truth? Was it Sebastian? Mikhail would never expect Sebastian to tell everything to Agatha. ‘I really thought hiding this would make everything right. But I was wrong. I was happy Agatha found it out.’ Mikhail bowed his head and clenched the keychain around his palm. “I am
Agatha’s POV He always appears in the most unexpected way. **“Excuse me.” I looked up to find the owner of the voice who interrupted my conversation with Sebastian. Then, I saw a man in a gray suit walking toward us without hesitation. The man’s blonde hair, who was approaching us with a wide stride, fluttered under the sunset. His eyes were looking at me intensely, and below that high nose, a sweet smile appeared. He was always beautiful, and that’s what makes him dangerous. “I came here to meet Mr. Lawrence Lozeno. Are you one of his students?” My master, Brett asked. ‘Why is he here? Did he follow me again?’ I chewed my lips out of anxiety that Sebastian would notice something between Brett and me. I really wanted to keep Sebastian out of my deal with Brett. Thankfully, it seemed Brett had no plan of showing that he knew me. “Professor Lawrence is here. Who are you?” Sebastian replied. I looked quickly at Brett while holding my breath. Brett gave his business ca
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