"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
Celestine was left dumbfounded at the living room. She did not expect Vincent to leave her just like that given that they are not finished talking yet. She looked at the ceiling and she take a deep breath. Vincent is probably lying at her that when she confronted him, he made a way for them not to talk. She thought to herself. And as she stay at the silent living room a bit longer, she wondered what was the thing that Vincent wants to hide from her. Perhaps, it has something to do to where he actually stay the whole day. But she keep on praying that what she think is wrong. She removed the blanket on her lap and get out of the sofa. She wants a conversation with Vincent and she knew that if she just stay inside of the living room she wouldn't have the chance to have a conversation with him which he clearly trying to avoid. Her footsteps is the only thing that can be heard inside of the suite. And even though she try to surpass its sound by trying to make her every step slower, i
"Don't touch me! Let go! Please let go of me I'm begging you. Please let go," she shouted to two masculine men holding her arms on both sides. The two men were wearing black sunglasses, a blak suit and white tie. They are also wearing earpieces that is connected on the other line where their boss dictate the things they need to do. No matter how much she tries to struggle from their grips, their hands was effortlessly still on her arms, hindering her to move on her own. "I'm begging you please. Let me go... I'll do everything that you guys want. I mean, anything. Just let me go please. I don't want to die please," she begged even though she feels like she's running out of air in her lungs. Her heart was started to raise when she's getting closer and closer to the fire. She can already feel the heat from the fire without being actually getting close to it. And as those men keeps on pushing her near the fire, she can feel the fear in her heart. I don't want to die. No, I don't wa
It was five o'clock in the morning when she felt Vincent moved on the bed. She kept her eyes closed and act as if she was still asleep. He removed the duvet on his body then he get out of the bed carefully, trying not to wake Celestine up in any way without knowing that she's already awake and was only trying to observe what he is about to do. He reached for his phone then he checked it. He creased his forehead when he saw missed calls from his maid. Before he call the maid, he checked some of the messages he received. Mostly, they are just reminders from his secretary and some unimportant messages from other businessmen. Just regular messages he received everyday. Vincent glance at Celestine. She is still asleep. It was a relief for him knowing that she is resting after a long day of worrying about him. He walked to the other side of the bed and he kissed her forehead. Celestine is trying her best not to open her eyes. The moment she felt his lips on her forehead, she was so nea
"Dad," Lander hoarsely greeted as soon as he answered the call. His head is aching and could barely open his eyes but despite that, he choose to answer the call. No matter how sleepy or how important is the meeting that he is in, he never not answer calls coming from his parents. He just thought that every hours he spent away from them is also hours of many possibilities that may happen to them. His parents are old now, he has to accept the fact that in between of those times that he is not with them can result into something that will wreck him forever. And so he think that every call, every text he receive from them is important no matter how nonsense they are texting or calling him for. "Sorry, did I disturb your sleep?" It was the voice of his beautiful mother. "Yeah, kinda. But it's fine. Why did you call using Dad's phone?" he asked while staring blankly at the wrinkled duvet that is covering half of his body. "I just had a bad dream," she said like a child calling his m
Celestine woke up from the warmth of the sunlight shone to her face. She looked around and found herself in the living room. She can't cleary remember how she end up sleeping in the carpet on the living room. All she remembered was crying so hard and feeling extremely tired from it. She blinked twice then she slowly raised her hand to protect her face from the sunlight that is coming from the open curtain of her hotel room. The sunlight were not yet hurting her skin that she decided to enjoy it for a moment. She put her arm down and closed her eyes again and let herself bask in the sun. Her eyelids are heavy and could barely keep her eyes open for a long time. Even though she hadn't seen her face in front of the mirror, she is certain that her eyes are swollen from crying last night. Even though she felt like she had cried everything before, she still can feel the heaviness of her heart as she remember what happened last night. Vincent left her for Sophia, for his ex wife. Sh
"W-Why are you asking things like that?" he said in between his coughs. Celestine's question is quite a surprise for him because she wouldn't have an idea of asking that kind of question if she didn't know something that probably would led to Vincent cheating on her. Celestine shrugged her shoulders. "Nothing. I just want to know if he had cheated on someone before me." "Why do you want to know?" He is asking not because he is trying to meddle with Celestine's life but because he wants to make sure that his answer wouldn't make Celestine overthink things even more. He is just trying to know her purpose for asking. "You are his friend for a long time time now and I know that if there is someone I should ask to know the truth it is definitely you. I am just wodering if Vincent ever cheated to someone, just so I will be aware of the things he had done in the past so I would be aware of the things that I should ready myself for." The idea that Vincent is still has a connection to So
"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