Brett and Lawrence held their meeting in a small restaurant far from the campsite. While Lawrence was briefing the documents that Brett had prepared, Brett observed the young CEO. He’s handsome, young, smart, and rich. He’s a full package, and back in the day, Lawrence probably made a lot of women cry. “The proposal is good,” Lawrence said, placing the documents back on the table. He lifted his head and when he connected with Brett, the grimace smoothened on Brett’s face, as if it did not exist. “I was glad that you loved the idea,” Brett said, giving a business-like beam. Lawrence leaned his back on the chair and crossed his arms. “It was well prepared. There were no doubts since you were known for your unique ideas and stern critiques in business.” “You can say that it is one of my charms.” “Maybe? Never expected that you would come and meet me outside the city for this.” “The sooner you sign the contract, the better. That’s my motto.” The two of them laughed. When the beam
Tonight, Lanceil will confess his feelings to Agatha.This morning, he received a text from his maid, saying that she’d be home at night. And all day, Lanceil did nothing but wait.Time went slowly. Lanceil felt like a marathoner, waiting in the starting line with strained adrenaline, and his heart was pulsing at a fast rate. What made his anxiousness even worse is that he could not help but worry if Agatha was fine going out with her professor – A.K.A, her fiancé.Lanceil hated it so much. Nonetheless, he would not back down. Just like what he said to Lawrence, Agatha would come back to his side at the end of the day.‘So, I had to confess tonight.’“Why is she still not here, though? It’s late,” Lanceil murmured after glancing at the wall clock above.Click.Lanceil looked in the direction of the entrance with widened eyes. He knew it would be Agatha, but instead of staying in his position so he could greet her, the boss frantically ran inside his office.He seemed like the male ver
Lanceil’s lips were as sweet as chocolate. Every time he nibbled Agatha’s lips, there was a sweet taste lingering at the tip of her tongue. “Ahhh… Hmmm.”And did she expect him to be this wild when it comes to kissing? It began with a soft nibbling, sandwiching her upper lips and lower lip alternately as if she was tasting a pudding that might break if he recklessly bites them. Yet seconds passed, and he was pinning her to the wall, pressing his firm body as hard as a rock, and holding her hands on the side of her head. Agatha had a dream of kissing her boss. In her wild fantasy, she and Lanceil were kissing wildly, touching each other while following the hungry urges of their bodies. She expected it to be this hot, sticky, and wild. And yet, she realized that fantasy was far from reality. It’s more than the word ‘wild.’ It was way more luscious and nerve-wracking. She felt like her whole body was struggling from a magnitude 7.6 earthquake, and she was only the victim.“Ahhh…” a
Agatha’s POV“Ahhh,” I gasped after Lanceil pushed me onto the sofa inside his office. I wasn’t sure how things escalated to this. We only went inside to hide from Vincent. On the back of my head, I knew it wasn’t the case. When Lanceil kissed me and confessed his feelings, I felt so happy. There was a slight hope that maybe, if I told him about the slave contract I made with Brett, Lanceil can understand me. And having these thoughts, I was ready to surrender my soul. Lanceil went to my top. He showered kisses on my lips, intertwining our tongues together. My hands reached for the buttons of his shirt and unbuttoned them. As I finished unbuttoning his shirt, he parted his lips from me and sat up. The well-positioned abs were revealed through the gaps in his shirt. When I saw the figure, I had no choice but to swallow my saliva. ‘He was doing paperwork every day, but it’s amazing he maintained that kind of body.’ Lanceil tossed his shirt on the floor in a quick speed, as if he’
Third Person’s POVLanceil, who had no limit left in, immediately got on top of Agatha. A shadow fell over her. He kissed her like a madman, and as he bent down, his hard thing touched Agatha’s abdomen. He moved his waist little by little, searching for the wet core between her thighs. Agatha wasn’t stupid enough to figure out what Lanceil wanted to happen. And when the long kiss was over, she looked up to him. “It would be hurt… right?”“Are you scared?” Agatha shook her head. “Who told you that it would be hurt?” ‘Brett.’ Agatha felt bad that even during this moment, she thought of that guy, who taught her a lot of lewd things. He didn’t do it with Agatha, but he warned her that the first will be painful. On second thought, Vincent also warned her the same thing. “J-Just… I just thought it would be. You’re so big,” she shyly said. “So, you don’t want it?” Agatha glanced at him. “You don’t have a condom.” “Don’t worry. I won’t do it inside,” he promised. As if she had g
Agatha’s POV When I opened my eyes, the sun was already rising. My body hurts so much, especially on my core. And I felt so thirsty. It took me long seconds before I figured out the reason why I felt like this. ‘Last night, Lanceil and I…’ “…!” I sat up, feeling the piercing pain on my stomach. “Ouch.” Wincing, I looked around my room. My body was clean and I’m wearing a new set of clothes. Blushing, I hugged my body. ‘Lanceil washed me and clothed me before he took me back to my room?’ My heart thumped loudly. I pressed my chest, unable to believe what happened. ‘We really did it.’ I gave my v*rginity to Lanceil. But before that, I clearly recalled his confession. “He… loves me.” His confession was like a bomb that was thrown at me. I cupped my cheeks while staring at the blank space. I felt so happy that the man I fell in love with would reciprocate my feelings. Moreover…‘Does it mean that I succeeded with my mission?’ If I tell this to Brett, that Lanceil confessed
Third Person’s POV “I heard that you would stay here for you. Finally, you picked up the screws in your head.” Vincent looked at his father. If picking up the loose screws in his head meant staying here with his family, he would rather scatter them further away. Thanks to someone, he was forced to stay. “Start working and assist your brother. I’ll give you a good position. We will start a project next month. I think you can participate there.” “Sorry, Father. I think I am still incapable of working,” Vincent said.“Again? Incapable? Aren’t you tired of giving the same excuse?” Avoiding his father’s gaze, he stood up and responded, “I am sorry. Actually, I don’t feel quite good today. I’ll go now.” He walked out of the office hearing his Father’s voice fading as he moved farther. “Haaaa,” Vincent could breathe at ease outside the building. His head was still throbbing, as if there were hundreds of needles prickling his brain every time he breathed.When he arrived in front of L
Next morning, Saturday, Agatha found herself sitting next to Lanceil and in front of Vincent in the dining room. She didn’t expect to have breakfast with the Grim siblings. Today, she and Lanceil would go on a date. Her heart was engulfed with happiness, as she looked forward to this day. Yet she didn’t know she had to start the day with this inconvenient situation. The three of them ate breakfast quietly. “Vincent,” finally, Lanceil spoke. Agatha peeked at her boss while eating soup. “Did you find a place to stay? I heard you had a talk with our father.” When Lanceil brought up his father, Agatha frowned. She recalled what Sebastian showed her about the investigation into her father’s murder. And among them, Lanceil’s father was included. ‘It can’t be. Must be a coincidence,’ Agatha thought before looking at the two again. “Father said there will be a new project,” Vincent said, putting his spoon down and staring back at his older brother. “He wants me to work with you. But
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