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 POVDuring the party at Grim’s residence, Adam managed to sneak into the mansion.Meanwhile, Lawrence was busy handling the security system, while Adam was on a mission to locate the secret entrance to the underground area beneath the mansion."Hey, still no luck finding the entrance?" Lawrence's voice came through the earpiece in Adam's ear.Adam, frustrated with the bow-tie he was forced to wear, grumbled in response, "Do you have any idea how big this place is? If you're so impatient, why don't you come and help me out, you jerk!""If I come with you, who's going to watch the security system?" Adam retorted, imitating Lawrence's words silently."I can see your face on the CCTV," Lawrence teased.Adam spotted a nearby camera, grinned, and cheekily showed his middle finger.A faint chuckle came from the other end of the line, irritating Adam even more."Quit fooling around," Lawrence said with a laugh. "You're running out of time before the security system resets.""I
Third Person’s POVAdam had to put aside his ego just to remain in Brett's house. He understood that he needed to be obedient if he wanted to stay in a place where he could catch a glimpse of Agatha."But man, Brett can be so irritating," he muttered, removing his shirt and heading into the shower.After his refreshing bath, he stepped out with only a towel wrapped around his waist.With his wet, ebony hair cascading down, tiny droplets trickling down his chiseled abs, Adam exuded an irresistible allure that could make any woman weak in the knees. It seemed as though he effortlessly checked off every item on their wish list.As he ran his fingers through his jet-black hair, which resembled the enchanting night sky, his well-defined muscles flexed in his forearms. Not a single hair adorned his smooth, fair skin, making it gleam like freshly fallen snow. Women might hesitate to leave a mark on his body, fearing that even a simple kiss could make him blush.Unaware of his own captivating
Third Person’s POVBrett aimlessly wandered through his enormous house, his arms crossed. Suddenly, he came to a stop and let out a doubtful sigh. As he gazed at the floor, it seemed to blur more and more, his mind drifting away.He shut his eyes tightly. When he opened them again, the surroundings became clearer. It dawned on him that his true purpose for aimlessly walking was to find Agatha. He needed to see her face, to figure out what was causing his confusion."I just want to know if this is a passing feeling," he thought to himself.Brett was about to continue walking, but he paused when he felt a weight in his hand. He raised it up and stared at it with wide eyes. His vision narrowed as a certain memory flashed in his mind, but it was gone in an instant, leaving him unsure of what it was."That's strange," he muttered, slowly closing his hand. Somehow, he imagined someone holding onto him tightly. It felt odd because he knew that everyone had already left him, that no one would
Third Person’s POVVincent wanted to meet Agatha and talked. What would he say?He was uncertain about what to say when he finally met Agatha. Most importantly, he wanted to express his apologies for everything. However, the following morning, instead of Agatha, it was his ex-brother-in-law, Brett, who showed up to meet him."Hey, Vincent," Brett greeted.Vincent felt his chest tighten as he struggled to keep his emotions in check. His history with Brett was strained, to say the least. The fact that Brett harbored feelings for Olive, Lanceil's deceased wife and also his own stepsister, only added fuel to the fire.Brett's words echoed in Vincent's mind, "Our last conversation didn't go well."It was a bitter pill to swallow when Vincent discovered that his own father was responsible for Agatha's father's death and had even attempted to kill her. It felt like a cruel twist of fate for loving the wrong woman."I used Agatha to get close to Lanceil, that's the truth," Brett confessed. "B
Agatha’s POVI returned to Lanceil's condo to gather my belongings while he was away.'I'm not sure how I'll feel if I run into him again.'With a heavy suitcase, I packed up all my stuff. After finishing, I sat on the bed and took in the sight of the room I had called home for months.It used to feel strange, but now it made me sad to leave. I knew from the start that one day I would have to move on. When Lanceil and I shared our feelings, I had hoped to stay with him forever.But those hopes crumbled like dust in the wind. There was no way to salvage his trust and love.Dragging my luggage, I left the room. And as soon as I stepped outside, I saw someone unexpected.We both stood there, frozen in disbelief, gazing at each other like we had just seen a ghost."I..." Vincent whispered. "I've actually met Brett before."I expected him to complain about me not coming to meet him instead, but I knew Brett had a stronger reason to see him."My brother told me you were coming back to colle
Third Person’s POVSebastian was taken aback by the revelation he had with Agatha. He was overwhelmed with guilt knowing that Agatha was sold due to her father's debts and that she was in love with someone whose father wanted to harm her.In order to help Agatha, Sebastian pushed his emotions aside and focused on finding ways to assist her."Why is she taking so long?" Sebastian pondered.His detective uncle had finally gathered evidence proving that Agatha's father was murdered by Mr. Ian Grim. He planned to share this information with Agatha, but she was taking her time.Out of the blue, Sebastian received a text from Mikhail.A look of disapproval crossed Sebastian's face. He was ready to lash out at Mikhail for not intervening to protect Agatha from his father's threats. However, the content of Mikhail's message caught Sebastian off guard.[‘Where’s Agatha! Make sure to keep her safe!’]Curious about this, Sebastian replied, “What do you mean?”Mikhail then responded, [“768 Boulev
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