The silence that engulfed them only made the sound of the waves as they hit the seashore distinct. Vincent did not answer her questions. He stood straight next to her, arm around her waist, squeezing her hips from time to time. Celestine's head seems like it has a mind of its own and without her consent, it moved and rested on Vincent's shoulder. He stilled, astonished by her sudden move but he did not complain nor say a thing.
He let the heaviness of her head lay to his shoulder.
"You saved me again. Why?" she murmured. Not a doubt, she's grateful that he saved her but it was confusing knowing that he shouldn't act that way.
"I have to go now," he whispered against her hair. She closed her eyes as the warmth of his breath run through her scalp. Goosebumps developed on her nape down to her arms.
"Okay." She slowly moved her head away from his shoulder and crossed her a
Despite his astonishment, Kingston became alert and he was quick to pull out the gun on his back and point it in Vladimir's head who was now emotionless. They could no longer read what emotions he hid behind his stern face. It was impossible to decipher what emotion he's surfacing. Kingston did not expect that Vladimir would tell the truth in front of Vincent. Even though he denied everything to himself he could say that he should not belittle what Vladimir and what he's capable of doing because of what he did right now. He's certain that the man has other plans. Unfortunately, he can't seem to think of something that Vladimir was planning. And it's his job to know it. "I won't hesitate to fire this gun on your head." He looked at Vincent. His mouth is slightly opened as if he still could not believe what Vladimir had confessed. Kingston pressed the gun on Vladimir's head even more but despite that, Vladimir remained calm. 
The time when the waves becomes calm was also the same time Kingston took his last breath.Celestine was almost unable to open her mouth. Her two eyes witnessed how Vincent remorselessly shot Kingston. It was a ghastly sight that anyone, not only her, would be affrighted to see.She's scared of him. She had always been but it was different now. Her heart beats for a ruthless man and no matter how much she badly wants it to stop—it suffocates her.The wind whistled, chillness engulfed her. She rubbed both of her arms as she take a step. Vladimir remained silent at her side. It was a blessing in disguise for her because she doesn't want to talk to anyone."Vincent's wasn't as cruel as what you are thinking right now," Vladimir said.She wiped the dry tears to her cheeks. They stick to her face like glue. It was difficult to get rid of them so she
"How was your sis? She's fine now?" Vladimir asked as he sat on the wooden chair opposite Sebastian. The chillness inside of the resthouse doubled, compared to the outside that it triggered his skin, giving him goosebumps."She's fine now. She just needs to rest for a couple of days." Sebastian yawned upon rubbing his itchy eyes. He was lucky that he didn't receive any wounds from what happened earlier. Two cars chased after them, shooting their car and intending to kill every one of them.Vladimir nodded. "That's great. Just monitor her. You know Alice and how stubborn she is."He spoke again. "She likes to throw herself to Vincent. It's something I'm scared about her."Sebastian was about to speak when Carter with a huge grin plastered on his lips entered the kitchen. He was carrying a can of beers in a plastic bag while his other hand was carrying plastic tube ice. Despite the heaviness of t
Vincent walked with heavy footsteps. It echoes throughout the hallway surpassing the sound of Vladimir's shoes as they hit the cold tile floor. He was walking behind Vincent, his mouth shut, eyes on the open windowpanes and hands on his pocket. "I know what happened now..." Vincent said as he stopped walking. His hands were in his pocket when he turned around to face Vladimir. Vladimir averted his gaze to the window and look straight into Vincent's eyes. "What did you know?" he asked, his voice is calm despite the curiosity that was starting to grow inside of his mind. "I know what happened to Sophia. You killed her." Rage reflected in Vincent's eyes. It was relentless. Vladimir had seen it before. He's familiar with the sinister that was hiding behind Vincent's eyes. Vladimir calmly emerges a bubble gum out of his pocket and chews it. 
Celestine felt the tension between the three men. The three men exchanged glares at each other as if they were holding a grudge against one another. She was silent behind Vincent even though she was confused as to why the man seemed to be protecting her against Vladimir's father. The old man seemed fine for her.When the old man was able to recover from the shock he felt upon seeing his son again, he stepped a little closer to his son and patted his shoulder."Long time no see, son."Vladimir's face darkened and it seemed like at any moment he was ready to kill someone. His eyes were in the shade of black and red, burning in rage."What are you doing here?" he asked his father."This restaurant is not part of Mogilevich's property anymore so I don't see anything wrong about coming here to visit."Vincent's grip on Celestine's hand loosened slightly as h
"No, you're lying. You're just making this thing up. Who asked you to say these lies huh? Vincent? Well, I'm not stupid. I won't believe you or even your boss!" she shouted as she turned her back to Vladimir. He chased her and grabbed her by arm."Listen, I'm your stepbrother. Your mom had an affair—"She slapped him, hard. Her hands were trembling and despite the soreness of her hand as it land on Vladimir's cheek she managed to clinch it into a fist. Her mom has nothing to do with the mafia and everything that Vladimir was saying right now. She won't believe him, never. Although her mom was already in heaven and wasn't able to defend herself anymore to accusations that Vladimir had been putting against her name, the memories of her mother should still be respected."Don't you ever try to accuse her of something she didn't do again in front of me because I don't know what I can do just to protect my mom?" Gradually, the corners of her eyes felt warm
Celestine sat on Vincent's bed. She doesn't know for how long she had been silent ever since Vincent removed his hands on her. His rough warm hands immediately marked its territory to her waist that emptiness evade her heart when he let her go.He remained silent. Minutes had passed and none of them dared break the silence. He felt like his throat went dry upon waiting for Celestine to speak.Vincent tried to find regret in his heart for what he did, for touching Celestine, for crossing the boundaries he had built for the both of them, and for caressing her smooth hair. Touching her was a sin. He doesn't know how many times he has reminded himself that she is someone he shouldn't touch, or even get close to.But as he closed his eyes and think about the fact that it's just Celestine and him inside of his darkroom it calmed him. He felt like he's not alone anymore and he shouldn't be. It's weird, it was
He fastidiously put her to bed. Her weightless body felt like a feather as it touched the soft mattress that made a loud springy noise. She lost count of how many times she blinked to stop herself from falling asleep. She can't seem to move her muscle and wasn't even able to lift a finger. It was as if her body wants to shut down and permanently rest so she controlled herself. The rhythmic chirping of the crickets takes over. It wasn't too loud but was enough to kill the silence inside of her bleak, darkroom. A harsh slam of wind blew out of a midnight sky, she hugged herself and rubbed both of her arms. Vladimir stood up and approached the window and closed it. "Are you fine now? What did he do to you huh?" he asked softly as if she was a fragile thing. She looked at her lap, uncomfortable with Vladimir's stares. "I'm fine. He did nothing." He sat on the edge of the bed, his back on Celestine. Certainly, she's uncomfortable to
"V-Vincent..." All she remembered was throwing the gun somewhere and she ran towards Vincent. His eyes are wide open as well as his mouth. He's not moving. She tried to wake him by touching his chest yet after minutes of sobbing and trying to save him, nothing happened. His chest is not moving, it was as if he is asleep but his eyes is open. He's not breathing anymore. "N-No, Vincent. Wake up, c-cmon... Wake up p-please," she whispered to his ear even though she knew to herself that no matter what she do, it's already too late. She hugged his body and she sobbed in his chest, hoping that it was just a bad dream even though she still can feel the intensityof the gun when she fired it. "Celestine, let's go. C'mon, you need to leave now. Any minute from now Vincent's men will come to check on what was happening here. We need to go now." Celestine looked at the woman who suddenly speak. It was Sophia. "S-Sophia..." Sophia's eyes is roaming around the mansion checking if Vincent
"Clean the cell, leave no trace of his blood there, burn the gun, his clothes, and his apartment," Vincent authoritively said as he was washing his hands on the sink. His men immediately nodded his head after hearing what his boss had said. They were having a good time talking while eating until they heard a gunshot coming inside of the cell. Everything happened so fast that the the only thing they know was thinking that their boss had planted a bullet in Kingston's head but it wasn't what they are expecting because when they go to see the cell, it was Kingston who is holding their boss' gun. "What the fuck are you still doing here? Didn't you hear what I asked you to do?!" Vincent shouted when he noticed that the associate is still standing next to him like an idiot. Vincent's shout was enough for the associate to get back to his senses and get out of the bathroom and do what his boss asked him to do. Vincent closed his eyes firmly and threw his head back while he is clenching
"Let me go!" She had been screaming yet no one seem to hear her, they are ignoring her. She is inside of a van with five men inside, all of them are wearing masks and they are all silent. There is nothing that could be hear inside except for her screams that don't seem to bother the five men. She closed her eyes firmly and stopped trying to untie her wrists on her back for a moment. She has to remind herself that she had been in this position before, her getting kidnapped by the enemies is something that is not new for her and instead of feeling scared she should think of a way to escape from them, though it might be impossible to do that because what is the strength of a woman compared to five strong men surrounded her. "Good thing you finally get tired of screaming," the man driving the car said while he is chewing a gum. She opened her eyes. "If you think that Vincent will come to save me, you better think again. You got the wrong person. I am not Sophia, you should've taken h
"Fuck," Kingston murmured when he tried to make a movement. His body is sore from all the punches that he had received. He doesn't know how long Vincent had been keeping him inside of the cell because he couldn't see any light from the outside. All he wanted was Vincent's men discovered a new hobby and it is to beat him up every fucking minute. He spit blood on the cold tile floor then he tried his best to move his body for him to comfortably lie on the floor. As he was trying his best to move, he is holding his breath firmly. He can endure the pain but his body needs a rest. He never felt so restless his entire life until Vincent kept him inside of the cell that makes him feel like he is visually impaired. "Fuck this," he continued cursing as he was trying his best to quicken his movement so the pain he might going to feel will be all at once yet his body is not cooperating. He can feel the tiredness of his body. Every inch of his being wants to rest yet in his mind, he keep tel
Celestine stopped walking as soon as she figured out that Saoirse is no longer following her. She turned around to see what her manager was doing and she found her a bit far from where she is with a devilish smile. At first, she is hesitant to call her attention but then she remembered why somehow she wanted to have this conversation with her manager. "Hey! Everything's fine?" she asked loudly, making sure that despite the distance between them she will still be able to hear her. Saoirse who was startled by her voice immediately composed herself, remove the devilish smile on her face, and act as if she had done nothing wrong then she jogged towards Celestine's direction. "Sorry, I just had to reply to that important text message," she explained as soon as she reached Celestine's side. "Anyways, I know a place here where we can talk privately." What Saoirse just said made Celestine's eyebrow raise. She's not in her manager's side for months now unlike before that they are usually t
"Good morning, Miss," the maid greeted as soon as she opened her eyes. Last night, she wasn't able to sleep. She doesn't know if it is about the temperature or is it about the idea that Vincent and her isn't fine. But between the two, she choose to believe that it is because of the room temperature. "W-What time is it already?" she asked as she was helping herself to sit on the bed. The windows in her room is open yet the sunlight is not hurting her skin, giving her an idea that she woke up early today. She looked at the maid confusedly. Maids are not allowed to enter the room, not just her room but in any room without asking for permission that she is confused for why the maid is inside of her room the moment she open her eyes. Even though she wants to point out about the maid tresspassing inside of her room she just decided to shrug the idea off. She wanted to start her morning in a good mood since she slept with a heavy heart last night so instead of scolding the maid she just p
"H-Here's your coffee." She slightly tilted the tray that she was holding. Vincent lick his lower lip and run his fingertips to his scalp. He doesn't have an idea of how he supposed to deal with her after knowing almost everything that she had done. He couldn't believe everything that is on the papers. He couldn't believe everything that Kingston said. Everything is an act of betrayal. Everything isn't true. Celestine planned it, she tried to be in control of his life and he never did question her, it also somehow his fault yet it wouldn't justify the fact that she is the mastermind. She did what she did and he wouldn't let her fall for her stupid game anymore. She might had already plan how everything is going to end for him but he will change it. He will change the ending and it is him who will have the loudest laugh in the finish line that she had prepared for him. "I didn't ask you to bring that to me." He turned his back on her then he pulled his sleeves up. She, on the othe
Celestine hit her shoulder when she felt a mosquito pinching bite. Its blood was on her palm. It's dead. She grimaced, disgusted by the blood that is on her palm. She looked away from her it and wipe it on the hem of her t-shirt. The blood in her palm is something that doesn't freak her out anymore like she used to. Seeing blood anywhere becomes a normal scenario for her ever since she met Vincent. She glance in her palm and even though the blood wasn't there anymore, she can still see it; her hands that is covered by blood. She closed her eyes firmly to keep herself calm but instead of avoiding the idea that her mind had made up for her, she smell the blood. She can smell it. Blood that almost smells like hers, the scent that she's been trying to get out of her system. That smell, it was so familiar. A shovel suddenly entered her mind. The dried red stain in the shovel is what brings her back to the past that she's been trying to get off of her mind but couldn't. "Miss, are
"Did you already sent the letter?" The man slightly nodded his head. "Yes, Sir." "Are you sure that she will receive the letter?" "Certainly, Sir," he answered with great confidence. "Good. Go back to your work now." He rest his back on the backrest of his couch. The letter successfully sent to Celestine, he just hope that the letter reach her before Vincent get to read them. Just when he thought he can finally have his fifteen minutes break, his phone suddenly rang. He pushed himself to reach for the phone on the other side of his table. He picked it up and put the phone against his ear. "Who is this?" he asked. "How are you, Bonifacio?" said the man on the other line with a devilish smirk lingered on his lips. That voice, he knows that voice very well, he know it so well that he immediately recognized the person calling. "Venedict," he said. Venedict chuckled. "Guess you still remember me." He clenched his jaw tightly. They haven't heard anything from Venedict sinc