"Help me. Please help me. I can't move my legs and my arms. Please help me, I don't want to die. Please, help." She keeps on shouting but no one seems to hear it. She is in the middle of the sea with nothing but her cold body that she feels at any moment will freeze because of the water temperature. She closed her eyes and feel her tears escaping from them. She feels hopeless. She feels like this going to be her end, that she won't be able to stay afloat for a long time and so she needs to accept the fact that no matter what she does or how loud her shouts are, it's already too late for her. "Vincent please save me. Vincent save me. Please, I'm getting scared. Please, help me," she whispered to herself while she was praying in her mind. Praying for a miracle is the same as hoping that dogs can fly but in the situation that she's in, sounding dumb isn't something to be ashamed of anymore. She doesn't want to die. Not now. She can't. She has dreams for Vincent and her. She wa
Nicholas stepped inside Sebastian's room with a bottle of beers inside of the plastic bag he was holding. He remembered walking slowly and holding his breath each step that he makes so he will be able to surprise his friend but it turns out that Sebastian was already awake and was waiting for him inside the kitchen. They planned to get drunk that night because Sebastian have something to confess to him and Nicholas thought that with the influence of alcohol his friend would be able to speak to him in all honesty. He remembered seeing Sebastian's irritated expression as soon as his eyes met his which made him chuckle. He put the plastic bag of beers on the countertop then he sits on the stool, next to Sebastian. Nicholas knew that there was something in that night that he couldn't name. He feel like the laughter that they shared will be the last time they would be able to share, that made him feel like spending the night with Sebastian like it was their last. "So, how are you?"
"Boss, the job is done," Arthur announced. He called Vincent as soon as he get inside his condo unit. He must admit that he feels something heavy in his chest when Nicholas sat on the ground, hands clenched, and his tears dropping on the hospital's floor after hearing the news from the doctor but his heart has no room for guilt. He is just doing his job. That's what he keeps telling himself even though deep inside him were guilty of what he had done. Vincent nodded while his hand is on his hip while the other is holding his phone firmly. "Good. Give Sebastian a proper burial. He doesn't have a family anymore so... Be there for him," Vincent said in a low tone of voice. Arthur take a deep breath silently as he opened his condo unit curtain. "Noted, Boss." "What about the files that I asked you to delete?" Vincent asked. Arthur walked towards his table and sat on his game chair. He looked at the files that Vincent wants him to delete. It is all of the evidence that Sebastian
"I don't know what you're talking about," Belmont said as he put both of his hands on his back to prove to the man that he doesn't have any intention of fighting back and making a scene. "You're following me. I'm not stupid not to know that. Instead of denying it, I suggest just answering my question. In that way, we wouldn't waste each other's time." Belmont wanted to curse. The reason why he's in the hospital is just to find Lander but he ends up getting threatened by someone he just follows because of his curiosity. "I am Michael," Belmont answered. "Oh, Michael." The man chuckled. "It's quite ya know, familiar." "I don't know what you're trying to say. Look man, I don't have an intention to fight you; no need to point a knife on me just so I can answer your questions. I'll answer them all, willingly." The man glanced to the surroundings and find people throwing glances at them and was probably wondering what is happening and why his arm is around Belmont's neck. They're
He glanced at his wristwatch then he put the black blazer jacket of his suit on him. The party is already started yet he's still in Celestine's hospital room and he is still preparing. After the transaction, he plans to immediately leave the party because he doesn't want to leave Celestine for a long time, even though he had reminded everyone to secure the whole building a couple of times already. "Is Teddy already there?" he asked while he was looking at himself in the mirror. "I think he is," Arthur answered who was on the phone. He is on his way to the hospital to meet Vincent there. The party is happening late at night. It's not quite surprising since the only free time that businessmen and businesswomen have is just at night, and sometimes, if they don't get lucky enough, there is still a lot of work to finish even at night. It is an annual party that every businessman is looking forward to, every year. And so, Vincent thinks that this is the perfect time for him to do a
"Relax." Teddy tapped his shoulder. "He'll be here soon. He's the son of Venedict, expect that like his father, he likes to be late as well," he said then he remove his hand on Bonifacio's shoulder to get a glass of vodka martini to the waiter that passed by them with a tray of martinis in his hand. "Vincent is my son. Not Venedict's," Venedict corrected his friend before he take a sip of his brandy. "Woah, that's a strong one," Teddy blurted before he put down his glass. "Sorry, my bad." He paused to lick his upper lip before he speak again, "Anyways, I want to ask you asking. But before that, let me just be clear on this one. I'm asking this because you're my friend and I don't want you to fight over something which could just lead to disappointment and embarrassment. You know what I mean right?" Bonifacio nodded. "Yeah, continue." "How sure are you that Vincent is really your son? What I mean is, that Vincent's mother is married to Venedict and even though she cheated, it does
"Just let me in, please. I'm sober now. I just really want to see her," Lander said pleadingly to Nicholas that was now guarding Celestine's room. Lander is been trying to convince Nicholas to let him in for almost ten minutes but he couldn't convince him. "I'm sorry, Sir Lander but Mr. Mogilevich asked us to not let anyone inside of Ms. Celestine's room, not even us," Nicholas said calmly but with consistency. Even if he felt sorry for Lander, he wouldn't be able to help him because if he did, he would be the one that will be screwed to Vincent. "Please, I'm begging you. Even just for a minute, please. I just really want to see her and to know that she's fine." Lander went home after talking to Vincent earlier yet he couldn't stay in his room and get his mind off Celestine. He doesn't know if it's because of the influence of alcohol that made him feel so eager to see Celestine and was confident enough to fight anyone just to get inside of her room. He heard from one of Vince
"Ouch," the boy said softly. He couldn't help but smile because of the pain he was feeling in his knee. He had been running in their yard for almost an hour with a backpack on his back containing heavy rocks. "Stand up! That's not enough punishment for being a rebellious kid. Learn to obey if you don't want me to make you do worse," his father said emphatically his eyes burning with anger. He was scared of those pair of eyes that he couldn't remember when was the last time he looked at them. His father pulled him up violently by picking his bag up even though he was still wearing it. With the weight of what he was carrying even his father had to use force to lift it and remove the bag from him. A throbbing pain from his knee made it difficult for him to stand properly. But even so, he still forced himself to stand properly for fear that his father would be even angrier with him if he saw the tiredness in him. His father simply dropped his bag containing rocks on the grass and
"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