As she opened her eyes and see the empty unwrinkled bedsheet of the other side of the bed makes her remember everything that happened the night before that she was trying so hard to forget. She hugged the pillow and turned her back on Vincent's side of the bed. She closed her eyes for a moment. She really hope last night that she will wake up with Vincent in her side to apologize or to just simply making it up to her by staying in her room but he didn't. All of a sudden, she feels being played. She planned to go back to sleep again but she wasn't able to do that because just when she was about to fall asleep she heard a knock to the door. She opened her eyes and hastily get out of the bed. When she opened the door, there she saw the maid in her usual uniform. The maid gave her a friendly smile before she open her mouth to speak, "Miss, breakfast is ready." "O-Okay, I'll just prepare. I'll be downstairs in a minute, thank you," she answered with a smile on her lips. As soon a
A pungent odor wafted through them as they entered inside of a familiar builing to Kingston. He could not move his body properly because of the amount of punches and kicks he received from Vincent's men before they dragged him into the car earlier. Kingston could not step on his feet because of a wound in his knee that is swelling. Vincent's men almost lifted him up just so he could properly walk with them to wherever they planned to lock him up. He didn't remember much of what had happened, all he knew was that he had lost his balance after he ate the food the girl had given him when he was sitting outside of the parking lot early this morning. After all of that, he could only remember was Vincent's men dragging him inside of a car and he didn't even do anything to defend himself because of the weakness he is feeling. Until now, he could barely walk and his arms feels numb. He repeatedly curse himself for eating what the girl had given him this morning. But who would have thought
Kingston slowly opened his eyes when he felt someone opened his cell. He didn't move immediately until he recognized whoever had suddenly entered recklessly, and it was Vincent. He didn't thought that Vincent will come to see him this quick. He expect that Vincent will visit him tomorrow or after a week of him being confined inside of the dirty cell and yet again, Vincent didn't fail to surprise him. Despite the difficulty of lifting himself and keeping his body steady, he still try to sit on his own which after three failed attempts he finally give up. He looked at Vincent, his eyes were holding a grudge behind them, hiding. He never did see Vincent as someone he can call a friend. Growing up experiencing a lot of pain and sufferings with nothing but himself and his willingness to survive even with his naive mind; he was forced to get through all of those things and because of that, he learned to not trust anyone and not let them have a place in his life. Vincent and him is no
Celestine take a deep breath then she gathered her hair and put it on the left shoulder. Waking up with the sound of waves greeting you a good morning gives her a nice, soothing feeling that allow her to have all the energy she needed to start her day. She bury her feet on the sand then put her hands as well on the sand. The traumatizing thing that happened to her leaves a significant turmoil in her mind until now. She can't remember exactly what happened and the doctors, even the nurses said that it is because her brain purposely delete that scenario to allow herself to somehow leave a normal life. It don't just happened to her, it actually happened to almost everyone because human's brain have the ability to protect its system by deleting unnecessary scenarios or information that will hinder it to function well. She raised her head and her eyes found the sea. Like before, she can still stare at the sea even after what happened but there's a distinct fear now in her chest of not l
Divorce papers. He had forgotten about that. Celestine and his relationship wasn't fine, he has business to take care of, business partners he has to deal with, and underground business to keep stable as much as possible. He has so many things going on in his life that divorce petition is just a small part of it. He cleared his throat and move his hand to signal his men to go back to he position that he is in before he called him. Sophia was holding her breath the entire time that she is waiting for Vincent's next move. Talking about the divorce is the only thing she know that will get Vincent's attention. She doesn't have an idea if she is doing the right thing, all she wanted right now is to get his attention and based on the way he is acting, she knew that she successfully get what she wants from him. "Come with me," Vincent murmured before take a step forward without even throwing her a glance. She walked behind him. It was only the two of them walking which is very new to
Vincent spent the whole afternoon in front of the monitor; watching Kingston inside of his dark cell until his heard his alarm that he set because he has an appointment with his business partner. They met in a restaurant that is quite a bit far from the aandoned building. Luckily, het get inside the meeting place five minutes of the said time. It didn't take too long for them to settle the company problem and since both of them doesn't have any appointments after, they decided to stay for a bit in the restaurant. Alexis, his business partner, wiped the side of his mouth after finishing his food. Vincent on the other hand is just looking at the surrounding silently. "Why you didn't attend Chris' wedding? Your father was there," Alexis asked curiously. "Honestly, that is the reason why I didn't attend the wedding," he answered then he put his glass of water down on the table. He wasn't in the mood to drink anything other than a glass of water because he feel like having alcohol w
She has nothing else to do but stare at the sea over the window inside of her room. The afternoon is peaceful, quiet, and windy. The trees is swaying outside, dancing with the wind, she closed her eyes when the wind kissed her lonely skin. The afternoon is perfect yet she feel the loneliest. Vincent and her wasn't in good terms, she can feel it, he is slowly slipping away from her arms yet there's nothing she can do but accept it, feel it, and wait for Vincent. She felt like losing track of the time and she doesn't have an idea whether there is not much of it left for her anymore. She is clueless and it is driving her insane. As she was looking at the window, she saw an old man walking in the seashore, trying to catch up to the little girl running around. Suddenly, a memoy flashed through her mind. A little girl with her father. She shook her head and immediately closed the window. She sat on the bed and she tried distracting herself by fixing the wrinkles in her bedsheet. No m
"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
"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