"Sir, the room is ready," the maid who just get inside of the living room announced. Vincent raised his head to look at the maid. His eyes were closed as he try to ease his headache by massaging his temples gently when the maid suddenly arrived. He get out of the couch and he stand straight. He ran his hands over his shirt to remove the wrinkles in it before he faced the maid. He had been waiting for the maids to finish for almost half an hour now which he truly understand since Sophia's room is extremely dirty. "Thank you," he said before he approached Sophia on the couch across from him. She is asleep. Her mouth is slightly open and she's snoring. The maid left the living room immediately after that. When the maid left, VIncent tried to carry Sophia in a way that her sleep wouldn't be disturbed yet when he successfully carried her, she suddenly open her eyes. She blinked twice and she ook intently to his father. "V-Vincent..." "Uhm?" Vincent answered while he is walking towar
"Fucking stupid," he cursed under his breath. He's reviewing his work and he couldn't concentrate on what he was doing. He throw his pen on the wall then he shut off his body on the swivel chair. He want to be beat himself up for being affected by what Sophia did. It was just a kiss for God's sake. He had kissed a lot of women before and he didn't make a fuss over it until now. He lick his lower lip then he stare at the white ceiling of his room. He closed his eyes as he try to rewind what happened earlier. Sophia kissed him. He is trying to feel if his heart would raise by remembering it all over again but he felt nothing but strangeness. It's been years since he last kissed Sophia, of course, he already had forgotten how it feels like against his lips yet now that he felt it again he, for unknown reason, feels like there's something wrong; in a way that he feels like it someone else's lips and not Sophia's. He closed his eyes for a moment and without him knowing it he fell asle
Celestine slowly opened her eyes. He felt heavy for reasons he did not know. Even though he wanted to stand up he couldn’t because of the tiredness he felt in his muscles. Because he can't move. He just looked around. He was shocked when when he opened his eyes no white ceiling opened up to him. "Oh, you're finally awake," Lander said when he noticed that he had barely moved in the backseat. He looked at Lander and only then did he realize that he was inside Lander's car and he had escaped to his hospital room. "How are you? Feel better now?" he asked Celestine as his eyes focused on the road. "A-A bit," she weakly answered. In fact, he felt that his sleep was even worse because he felt even heavier now that he had just woken up but he chose not to tell Lander because he didn't want to worry about it. "You sure?" he asked again to make sure Celestine was okay. Celestine smiled at his question. He already knew Lander very well and always put his welfare first. He did not a
"It tastes good?" Lander asked as he looked at Celestine. Even though the girl was smiling and talking to him, he was still worried about it. The weakness is still obvious on his face. "Yeah," she weakly said and she smiled at Lander again. He doesn't want to worry about Lander anymore so even though he feels weak, he tries to act normally to hide how he really feels. "Are we going to continue looking for Vincent? We can just open it," he said in a gentle voice. He knows that sometimes Celestine is stubborn especially about the things he is really determined to do but he will not let them continue to search even though Celestine is still weak. They shouldn't just set aside her condition. Celestine had just returned from the hospital and the doctor had not yet notified her to leave because Celestine had just escaped from the hospital. Because of that, he knew in himself that he needed to take better care of Celestine and monitor her condition. Celestine shook his head. "No, w
Vincent's jaw was severed in his face. All of his staff had their mouths skea-ducted and their hands were on their backs because his wrists were also skeolic. She looked at her wristwatch. He did not yet know the full details of what happened because his associate's mouth was stinging and he had no intention of removing it. It was a few hours ago but they still haven't lost Nicholas. And that was one of Vincent's most disgusting. All of his staff were in a serious prepersions but they just couldn't get rid of themselves. Vincent is very disappointed with what he sees. Vincent took a deep breath with his arm. He looked at each of his men and scratched the back of his head. "Obviously, I never fucking expect Kingston to defeat all of you just like that. But there's nothing I can do because it's happened..." He paused and turned his eyes toward his men. They averted their gaze from Vincent. Their boss is not used to joking like he is telling them now, so their heartbeat is gradually
Privacy has been something that Celestine had been deprived of her whole life. Even before she decided to be a model, the media's eyes is already on their family because of her father's success as a businessman. And feeling it all now since she met Vincent had made her realized that she has been living a life that is not real. Before, she think that if she succeed in doing what she really passoniate about, she wouldn't want anything else anymore after that. But she's entirely wrong. She worked so hard to get on the top that she forget to live her life as Celestine Oakmont behind the camera. She doesn't have time to relax because of her busy work schedule, even though she is in the parties her mind was thinking on the appointments she has for tomorrow, and sometimes she even forget her own birthday. Her life revolves around the limelight that she had forgotten to step out of it. She removed the duvet on her stomach and she sit on the side of the bed. A while ago, when they are
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Arthur repeatedly cursed under his breath. Someone hacked the system and make him lost access to all the CCTV inside of the hotel. He is clenching his jaw as he expertly tried to get to the system again. He should've pay attention to everything that is happening and didn't chill and become confident that no one will ever try to enter the system and try to be in control of everything. "C'mon, c'mon," he said while waiting for the system to open again for him because if what he did doesn't work, he might lose access to the CCTVs inside of the hotel permanently. After the longest two mintes of his life waiting, he finally get to have the access to everything. The first thing he checked was Celestine's room and he found her in the living room watching TV. He creased his forehead. There's something wrong and he can feel it. No one will hack the system if nothing happened. It was quite suspicious. He leaned his back on his game chair and caressed his chin while s
The moment he saw Celestine when she slowly opened the door, he immediately noticed the sadness in her eyes that evidently shown because of her swollen eyes. She looked on her feet to avoid his eyes. As much as possible she wants to avoid the questions he might ask after seeing her swollen eyes that she choose to looked away even though she wanted so bad to stare at him because for her, it feels like a decade since she last saw him. When she was unconcious at the hospital she don't remember what she had dreamed. However, she remembered a particular scene where she was chasing Vincent. She was chasing him and shouting to get his attention but he continued walking without looking back and the last thing she knew, her eyes is already staring at the white ceiling of her hospital room. And until now, that dream still haunting her even with her eyes open. "Hi," he said in a low tone of voice. He is lost for words. He doesn't know where he should start because he is trying to weigh h
"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