"Uhm, soft," Celestine mumbled with her eyes shut as soon as her back laid onto the soft mattress of the bed. She switches positions from one place to another, unable to find a perfect spot on the bed for her body to comfortably rest in. Vincent did not move, nor speak. He just watches her as frustration flashed through her reddish face.
She moaned and once again, changes her position. It messed up the bedsheets, some pillows even fell to the floor but despite that, he remained still, looking at her face.
"I don't know what you're doing to me, woman," he whispered as he stepped closer to the bed, removed his slippers, sat on the bed fastidiously—trying his best not to disturb Celestine.
For a moment he stopped breathing as he finally laid to her side. Vincent has no idea of why he's doing all this. He's waiting for something in him to protest but he can't find it. He doubts if it's even there at a
"Sir, sir, wake up."Vladimir regained his consciousness and opened his eyes as he felt a soft tap on his shoulder. He lifted his body and as he tried to sit on the sharp grass of bermuda a throbbing pain strike on his temples."Sir, you fell asleep. We have to close the cemetery now. We suggest that you just visit again tomorrow," The lady guard said with a warm smile on her lips.Vladimir wandered his eyes to his surroundings. It was already dark. The moon was sheltered by the murky looming clouds. It was only when he becomes conscious that he realized that he fell asleep in the cemetery."Uhm, Miss. Can you give me a minute? I'll just say goodbye to her..." he said and looked at the pale tombstone with the name of the woman he loves the most engraved on it in an elegant cursive font.The lady guard politely nodded her head before she started walking awa
Vincent stirred his coffee as he was standing on the balcony. The trees and flowers become livelier with sunlight slanted on their stems and petals. He approached the rails and rested his elbow on them as he sipped on his coffee. He checked his wristwatch to see the time. It was only six o'clock in the morning but Vincent reckon that he woke up late. Waking up early means waking up around four AM for Vincent and now that he wakes up around six o'clock he felt that he's wasting time standing on the balcony and admiring his surroundings."Sir, here's your breakfast," a woman in her black mini shirt and white long sleeves folded up to her elbow said.He turned his gaze to the table where she put his breakfast. He walked towards the table and sit on the chair."Did you check Celestine in her room?" Vincent asked as he fastidiously placed his coffee on top of the table."Yes, Sir.
Silence engulfed the whole dining area that even the slightest noise the cutleries were making as an interaction between them happened becomes distinct that it echoed throughout the hallway. No one dares to speak. Their eyes were glued on their plates, petrified that by chance their eyes will meet."Sir, I received a call from the bodyguard and he said that Sir Kingston is waiting for you outside," the maid said, breaking the silence between Celestine and Vincent.She slowly sliced the ham on her plate. Her eyes swiftly glance in Vincent's direction. He wiped the corners of his mouth using the table napkin."Tell the guard to let him in. I'll wait for Kingston inside of my room," Vincent said before he abruptly stood up from his seat.The curtains were swaying back and forth, some of her hair strands were blocking her sight from looking outside the window. It was a peaceful mo
A woman in casual clothes rushed to the dining area. She hugged the old lady who was hysterically shouting and keeps on saying that Sophia is not dead."I'm sorry ma'am, I'm sorry," the woman apologizes as she was bowing her head, tremendously sorry for what the old lady did."I-It's okay." Celestine stood up and hugged herself. She rubbed her arms as she look at the old lady who was being escorted outside the dining area.She inhaled and exhaled, trying to catch her breath. The old lady creeped her out. She blew air and swallowed hard."Ma'am?" The maid called her.Celestine turned around to face the maid. "Yes?""Sir Vincent ask me to accompany you inside of your room now.""Okay..." she said, following the maid. She had no choice but to follow her. It was stupid of her not to always remember that she got a
"Thank you, Mr. Mogilevich. I'm looking forward to working with you." Vincent accepts the man's hand offering a handshake. They shake hands and eventually parted ways after minutes of casually talking."Woah, that's nice," Kingston who just arrived get the glass of wine on the table and drank it.Vincent checked his wristwatch. The meeting took three hours of his time. It somehow made his throat dry so he motioned his hand to call a waiter."Yes, Sir?""I want a cold glass of water," he said gruffly."Is that all, sir?"Kingston on Vincent's side spoke, "One chicken fettuccini alfredo and smoked creamy salmon please.""Okay sir, is that all? We have—"Vincent interrupted. "That's all. You can leave now."Kingston chuckled and took a deep breath. "You should at least let him finish and do his job."The glass of cold water that Vincent ordered arrived. The waiter put it fastidious
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
"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