Vincent clenched his jaw. "Whoever the fuck you are I will fucking kill you."
Vincent heard the man chuckle at the other line which made his blood boil in anger even more.
"You know what? You're funny, Mogilevich. You're considering me as your enemy even though you don't even have a single clue of who I am."
Vincent wants to kill now. He wants to get lost and kill whoever he meets. What the man is telling him was true — he doesn't know who he is talking to. He had no idea who he was but Vincent had a hunch that he was one of Stevenson's men.
"Fight fair. I'm your opponent, fight me. Not my men," Vincent challenged the man.
"I want you to gradually feel how is it feel like to eat dirt, Mogilevich."
Vincent took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
"If you want to end me and make me eat dirt then don't act cowardly taking revenge anonymously."
He chuckled again. "You don't fight fair either, Mogilevich. Accept the
Even before Vincent could step a bit closer to his father, a great force of his father's fist met his face. It startled his facial muscle that his cheek deformed and he felt like his jaw dislocates. The impact on his face sends a throbbing pain to him.It was unexpected which is probably also the reason why Vincent almost lost his balance.His eyes are wide open as he unconsciously touched his numb cheek. It was not only his cheek that felt numb but also his whole body that when he lifted his finger, he's unable to feel it.The hotel staff who had been watching Venedict's every move were shocked after seeing the old man's sudden action.Venedict's men were alert— they move and immediately surrounded the entire ground floor to make sure no one will go out or in of the hotel.They grabbed the cellphones of the people who started filming and pointed a gun at them. It scares the people inside of the hotel but no one dares
As Celestine entered the hotel breakfast buffet passing through a glass door, the eyes of people inside pierced through her. She's used to people staring, talking, and saying mean things behind her back the moment she walked past them but now, it's different. Ever since she met Vincent, she became a stranger to herself. She lost herself. "Good morning, madame," A man in a waiter's dress, wearing a white shirt and black trousers, greeted her and motioned his hand for them to follow him. Following him, Celestine and Vincent's men walked on a red carpet to their table, facing the full height of panel with a garden view. The view made Celestine's lips form a smile but it didn't last when she turned her gaze on their rectangular table. Her eyes met Alice's brown contact lenses eyes which immediately ruined her supposed to be a good morning. The waiter pulled a chair for her to seat in which is next to Vincent's seat. She wanted to appeal
Celestine unconsciously moved her feet away from their table and found herself walking towards the comfort room. She needs to calm down. Alice put her cutlery down as she saw how Vincent pulled Celestine closer to him to kiss her. She wanted to kill Celestine because of what she had witnessed. She could not believe that Vincent had done that and she would admit she felt pain in her heart. "What's the matter? Why have all of you stopped eating?" Vincent asked them after Celestine's fangirl walked away. He sit on his chair again and resumed eating as if nothing happened. No one answered Vincent and all of them just continued eating. Alice could no longer chew the food in her mouth so she decided to go to the comfort room to meet Celestine there. When she stood up Vincent looked at her but he didn't ask questions like he said when Celestine stood up in her seat earlier. She must say that favoritism is real.
The light of dawn seeped into Vladimir's room as he rubbed his bleary eyes and walked to the window. There was a magnificent shine within the sky. The dawn chorus of melodic birdsong drifted in, adding flavor to his freshly brewed coffee."How are you, buddy?" Carter tapped Vladimir's shoulder before standing next to his friend, opposite the window."I'm good. Need coffee? he offered.Carter shook his head. "Nuh, I'm good."It's been days since he got out of the hospital—his wounds are all recuperated up, his thighs were no longer futile, and his face is not swelling any longer.Everything got back to normal after days of waiting for his wounds to heal—Carter had recovered from all the traumatic things that had happened, Sebastian finally stopped blaming anyone for what happened to Alice, and just spent his time taking care of his sister, Celes
Vincent immediately ran out of his father's office and hurried his way to the elevator. He knew his father too well. He was doing whatever he said, and he don't bluff. So a few minutes from now he's sure that the hotel will explode just like what his father said.In his haste, he felt the extreme slowness of the elevator he was riding in. He relentlessly walks around inside the elevator while waiting for it to open.As soon as the elevator opened he immediately ran towards the parking lot. He was about to collide with the people he met but he still did not have time to apologize to them because the lives of his nearly thirty men depended on him and if move in a slow phase, they will surely survive the explosion that will happen.When he saw his car he pressed something for it to make a sound and after that, he immediately went inside of it.He took the cellphone he had placed in the
"I want you to watch Vincent's every move, everything that he's planning to do, and to whom he'll have a transaction with. I don't trust him. He doesn't think well and he's been impulsive with his decisions. I have to make sure that he's doing well, in our business," Venedict told Kingston who was now sitting on the couch. Venedict intertwined his hands and rested his elbow on the desk. Kingston on the other hand put a cigarette in between his lips and lit it. He blew smoke. "You're right, Boss. He's impulsive and he gets easily distracted. He's far from Vincent I knew before who was too focused on growing the business rather than getting busy with things that didn't benefit him at all." Venedict clenched his jaw. "I don't know what his problem is and the decisions he's making now are all pointless, and not beneficial. He's also trying to get out of the collar I tied around his neck ever since he was born. He's try
JUST IN: CELESTINE OAKMONT AND VINCENT MOGILEVICH CONFIRMED THEIR RELATIONSHIP.In a hotel, the said newly couple were having their peaceful breakfast with a couple of friends at the same table they're in. The relationship between the two was confirmed after Melody Delos Reyes, Celestine's avid fan asked for a selfie with them that immediately get the couple's approval. In the selfie with them, Melody can't contain herself from screaming when she saw how Vincent pulled Celestine for a kiss.Alice refused to read further about the article because it's just pissing her off."What's with your face? You look like someone who wants to kill somebody right now," her brother said as he was flipping the pages of newspaper on his hands, trying to find good news to read."Yeah, I want to kill Celestine. She's like a leech who always want to attach herself to Vincent."Sebastian chuckled. "You mean like you?""If you h
Tik. Tok. Tik. Tok.She was sitting on a varnished chair—her eyes shut, arms crossed to her chest, and her back leaning against the wooden wall. The ticking sound of the old clock echoed to the empty hallway. Every tick of the clock was giving Celestine goosebumps—it was making a strange sound that can only be heard in horror movies nevertheless, Celestine decided to stay where she could hear the sea. It was humming a sweet tune that sounded like a lullaby to Celestine's ears, trying to make her fall asleep."Here, eat this."She slowly opened her eyes and stared at Kingston. He put a sandwich on her lap."I'm not hungry," she said, removing the sandwich from her lap. She was still in her bathrobe with nothing underneath it and being around Kingston makes her uncomfortable."I'm not asking if you're hungry," he said, taking a huge bite from his sandwich.Celestine crossed her legs. "How's Vincent?""He's fine now. He asked
"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