Agatha’s POVI spent my Sunday alone in the condo. My boyfriend, Lanceil, said that he would come back today but I could not see any of his silhouettes. “Maybe he’s busy at work.” Lanceil was usually busy even on weekends. I should be happy that he spent his Saturday for me.Sitting on the sofa, I looked at my phone.“It’s been hours, but I still don’t know how to contact you.” I wasn’t talking about Lanceil, but Brett instead. Lanceil and I started dating each other and even mingling, not just twice but many times. The first person who should know this was no other than… yeah, my master whom I signed the slave contract for. “I don’t know how to say it. That’s the problem.”It was so befuddling to me that I found it hard to tell Brett everything that happened between me and my boss.“Was it because… Brett wanted to ruin Lanceil’s life?” He once told me that – to wreck Grim. There must be a connection I did not know, or I must not dig further. Yet at the end of the red line, the
A/n: Sorry for the late updates. I will be updating every day since today. I hope you enjoy watching this story until the end.** **Third Person’s POVA hired killer should never feel guilty for taking lives. So, when Maxine's hands became stained, she thought it would be easy to forget the moments when blood splattered on her pale skin. However, her nightmares every night serve as undeniable evidence of her conscience."I had no other choice. If I didn't kill them, I would have died," that's what she said to justify her sins.Yet tonight, she is filled with fear, as it is possible for her own resolve to crumble.While walking, Maxine glanced at the large suitcase she had brought into an abandoned warehouse in the countryside. An abandoned place is the perfect location for a murder, considering the time it takes for authorities to investigate a missing person.The night was chilly.She placed the suitcase exactly where the moonlight illuminated the old wooden window; it was the only
Third Person’s POV"How's she?""She is still under the sleeping pills but soon she'll wake up."Brett's eyes lit up with warmth as soon as he heard that Agatha was in good condition. He shifted his gaze to her peaceful, unconscious face and observed the steady rise and fall of her chest."I can't believe something like this happened," he sighed, lost in his thoughts."Good job," he said to the doctor he had called privately. Speaking slowly, he added, "I'll contact you again. Just make sure you keep quiet." Brett flashed a grin as he handed over a white envelope."Trust me, Mr. Holmes."The doctor nodded and took the envelope. Without even checking its contents, he could tell it was a substantial amount. A smile formed on his lips as he left the room, hoping to cash in on his good fortune soon.However, if there were to be another patient in the future, it might just be the person on the other side. With a determination fueled by murderous intent, Brett wouldn't rest until he found t
Third Person’s POVAdam found himself in the midst of a dream. In this dream, he witnessed a woman lying unconscious on the ground. Despite his desperate attempts to reach out to her, he couldn't grasp her hand."Come on, just a little bit closer!"With each step he took, his breathing became more constricted. There was a tightness in his chest, whether it was guilt or his conscience weighing him down. Nevertheless, despite the struggle, he made up his mind to hold her hand. Even if it meant enduring excruciating pain, he was determined to do the right thing this time."I don't seek your forgiveness. I will forever atone for my sins."A bright light surrounded him. As Adam caught his breath, he surveyed his surroundings. His nightmare had come to an end, yet a part of him couldn't shake off the feeling that it wasn't yet time to relax."Boss! Are you alright?""I was so worried you were going to leave us!""Boss, do you recognize us? You were so close to death!"He sat up straight, bu
Third Person’s POVSebastian's concern for Agatha was growing. Ever since that night, he hadn't been able to reach her. She had been absent from their night review classes."Should I just go and check on her?" he pondered.He didn't want to run into Sua, whom Agatha had introduced as a distant relative. But he couldn't shake off his worry for her.As Sebastian continued riding his motorbike, he contemplated on how to meet her. Just as he was about to turn the steering wheel, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in his peripheral vision.He immediately stopped the bike and looked towards the direction where he saw a lady standing on a balcony."Is that just my imagination?" Sebastian wondered, his eyes fixed on Agatha.There she was, standing on the balcony of a grand mansion!At the same time, Agatha, who was taking a moment to gather her thoughts, averted her gaze. She locked eyes with the guy standing below. Instantly, she recognized him.'What is he doing here?!' She silently e
Third Person’s POVVincent couldn't believe that he had spent the entire night wide awake searching for Agatha, only to come up empty-handed. With just four hours left in the day, it felt like a never-ending search. Even the assistance from the police seemed futile.Feeling lightheaded, he pulled over to the side of the road and took a moment to collect himself. He hadn't eaten anything except for a bottle of water. The constant worry had taken away his appetite, and he couldn't help but imagine all the dangerous scenarios in his mind."Where in the world are you?!" he exclaimed, slamming his hand on the steering wheel. He then rested his elbow on the windowsill and pressed his forefinger against his temple, tracing a circular pattern.With each passing moment, his hope began to fade. He had wanted Agatha to leave her brother's life, but not like this.He barely whispered, "I never intended for you to distance yourself from me either."Now, he was filled with remorse for his actions f
Third Person’s POVIt was well past midnight, and Mikhail found himself unable to sleep. He couldn't help but keep glancing at the clock, hoping that sleep would finally take hold of him. However, every time he thought about his conversation with Agatha earlier, it felt as though he had consumed an entire gallon of coffee.Frustration welled up inside him, and he cursed at himself under his breath.‘Sh*t."He couldn't understand what had possessed him to confess his lingering love for Agatha. The courage he had summoned in that moment now seemed foolish and reckless.Mikhail let out a heavy sigh as he glanced at his phone, hoping to see a message from Agatha. Disappointingly, there was nothing.“No message at all.”Despite receiving multiple messages from other women vying for his attention, he only had eyes for Agatha. He had reached out to her, and now he anxiously awaited her response.A wave of doubt washed over him, and he muttered to himself, "As if Agatha would ever come back t
Third Person’s POV"So, is she alright?" Lanceil asked, his voice filled with concern, as he slumped onto the couch."Yeah," Vincent replied on the other end of the phone. "She mentioned that she's with her friend at the moment.""If that's true, why didn't she reach out to me?" Lanceil groaned in frustration, biting his already swollen lip."Actually, she lost consciousness on the street last night," Vincent explained."What?!" Lanceil exclaimed, jumping up from the couch. His body trembled with a mix of fear and anger at the thought of his beloved collapsing helplessly on the street. He couldn't help but blame himself.Was it because they had been intimate multiple times?Damn. If he could, he would punch himself in the face."It seems she dropped her phone somewhere while a passerby took her to the hospital," Vincent added.Lanceil ran his fingers through his hair and squeezed his eyes shut. "Oh my god," he muttered. When he opened his eyes, he spoke in a softer tone. "How did you
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