Agatha’s POVWhen I was assigned the task of tempting the cold Lanceil Grim, my only objectives were to complete it and break free from my enslaving contract. However, things took a chaotic turn when I unexpectedly fell in love with the target. Now, I find myself questioning the true reason behind Brett's request."What does Brett stand to gain if I successfully seduce Lanceil?" I pondered internally, hoping for any clue that would help me make sense of my swirling thoughts. Unfortunately, my intuition failed to provide an answer.This wasn't the first time I attempted to decipher Brett's motives. Yet, no matter how hard I racked my brain, I couldn't come up with anything. Perhaps, it's connected to a tale from a distant past."That could very well be the case."After reaching that conclusion, I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and saw a tall man standing there. It was none other than my best friend, Sebastian."You seemed lost in thought," Sebastian remarked. "What
Third Person's POVSebastian glanced at Agatha and silently mouthed, "What's going on?"Agatha simply raised her eyebrows and gestured for him to be quiet by placing a finger over her lips.She then crouched down, believing she had successfully disappeared from sight.But Sebastian could still see her, no matter how small she tried to make herself.Shaking his head in disbelief, Sebastian wondered if she was pretending not to be seen.Suddenly, loud voices from the entrance caught his attention, prompting him to turn his head in that direction.Two men were causing a commotion as they entered.“Ahh!” Adam winced and shot a glare at Vincent, accusing him, "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"Vincent glanced back, rolling his eyes in annoyance. "I didn't do anything wrong. You were the one rushing and bumped into me. By the way, who are you?"Adam shrugged dismissively. He clicked his tongue and adjusted his bangs, avoiding eye contact. "Doesn't matter. I don't have time to argue with
Third Person’s POVLawrence and Maxine engaged in a game of chess.Maxine made her move, strategically maneuvering her black knight.On the other side of the board, Lawrence had just finished moving his white pawn.Their eyes met, and they exchanged smiles. The game continued as Maxine moved her white bishop to a position perpendicular to Lawrence's queen, posing a threat to his powerful piece."I have a plan to stay close to her," Maxine whispered.Lawrence shifted his queen three steps to the north. "You said they might come after you for switching sides. So why put yourself in danger?""It's better to keep an eye on her than to do nothing. Even without me, they might send others to harm her. At least I can help protect her when she's away from your sight." Maxine's white knight took down Lawrence's queen."Damn," Lawrence muttered under his breath as he lost his valuable piece. He made his move with the dark horse, strategically positioning it in an L shape towards Maxine's white K
Third Person’s POVLanceil had just finished preparing the dinner when he heard the door open with a thud.Assuming it was his brother, Vincent, he left the kitchen to inform him that they could now eat.However, his steps halted when he spotted Agatha instead.She was the woman he longed to see and hold close. Despite his desire to embrace her, he found himself rooted to the spot, unable to move as if gravity had a firm grip on him."Lanceil," Agatha called out.Upon learning of Agatha's deceitful mission to seduce him, Lanceil was consumed by a mix of anger, betrayal, and disappointment.He had vowed not to show any mercy when they next met. He was certain he could cast her aside along with his feelings for her. Yet, those convictions crumbled in the face of his deep love for her. He was willing to forgive her, provided she confessed and sought his forgiveness.He envisioned welcoming her into his arms, kissing her, and hearing her explanation."You're here," he finally replied, swa
Third Person’s POVLawrence was correct.He was absolutely certain that Agatha would return after meeting Lanceil. And she did. Lawrence observed her lifelessly getting into the car, noticing her teary eyes.'At least my fiancée isn't foolish enough to run into that man's arms,' he thought as he gazed at her. After a moment of silence, Lawrence spoke up."Now that your business here is finished, should I take you to Brett’s house?"Her eyes widened in surprise. "Y-You..." She stuttered with suspicion."Yes, it was me who informed Lanceil about everything," Lawrence admitted.Agatha had a feeling that it was Lawrence who had told Lanceil the truth. Strangely, she couldn't bring herself to feel sorry for the stubborn man who always claimed to be her future husband. In her eyes, he was a villain. But he wasn't like that anymore.Unexpectedly, a faint smile appeared on Agatha’s lips, catching Lawrence off guard.'She's smiling?' he thought, taken aback by her response.Lawrence took a mom
Third Person’s POVBrett anxiously waited for Agatha, knowing that Lawrence would be taking her home. He couldn't sit still, constantly looking out for their arrival.As the car pulled up, Brett's eyebrow shot up, giving him a quizzical expression."They're finally here," he muttered under his breath.Observing Agatha and Lawrence stepping out of the car together, Brett couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions.When Agatha locked eyes with Brett, she was taken aback. "Oh, were you..."Before Agatha could finish her sentence, she paused. Did she really expect Brett to wait for her?Brett eagerly awaited Agatha's response, his head slightly tilted in anticipation. But as she remained silent, Brett felt a pang of disappointment, like a child waiting for a promised treat that never arrived. The sense of betrayal left a bitter taste in his mouth, causing him to grimace sweetly.Agatha sensed Brett's intense gaze and turned her head away, feeling his anger directed towards her even from the
Third Person’s POVVincent walked into his brother's condo and immediately noticed the musty, sour smell lingering in the air. Fumbling in the darkness, he finally found the light switch and illuminated the room. His gaze shifted from the empty wine bottles to his intoxicated brother sprawled on the couch.With a sense of resignation, Vincent thought to himself, 'I saw this coming.'As he made his way to his room, Vincent half-heartedly considered Lanceil's advice to act aloof if questioned about the situation. Suddenly, Lanceil's voice broke the silence, sounding harsh and ominous."Agatha is coming tomorrow."Vincent stopped in his tracks, observing his brother's defeated posture. He could have simply acknowledged the news and left, but he lingered, hoping to glean some valuable information. Despite knowing more than Lanceil, Vincent understood that knowledge alone wouldn't give him the upper hand.Lanceil kept talking, "She's going to gather her belongings and leave once and for al
Third Person’s POVThere's a night party happening at Lanceil’s father's house to celebrate the collaboration project between Dawson and Grim’ enterprises. The guests include investors, stockholders, and friends who all played a part in the successful merging. The party is taking place in the garden, where everyone is enjoying the night sky view and indulging in delicious food on the table. Waiters are serving well-aged wines to the attendees.Amidst the cheerful crowd at the event, a tall man in a black suit catches the eye of the single ladies. Despite his youthful appearance, even the older women find him attractive. In the business world, it's important to remember everyone you meet at such gatherings. Many are curious about this young, tall, and handsome man who seems to be searching for someone as he walks around."Where's your son? Why didn't you invite him?""Oh, you know how kids are these days. He's not a fan of these events."The tall man suddenly stops in his tracks upon s
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