"Balthazar please, we need you to lie. Please don't tell Victor that I'm seeing Mr. Daniel. W-What happened is just a coincidence. I didn't know that he was also in the same cafe that I was in. I'm begging you please don't tell this to him," Sophia pleaded while Celestine was cupping her mouth using her left hand as she do her best not to make any noise.
The call wasn't on a loudspeaker. Celestine intend to not press the loudspeaker button when she figured out that it was Sophia that is calling Balthazar, afraid that the man might know that she answered the call that was supposed for him.
"Please Balthazar. I'm not promising that this will be the last time that I'll see Mr. Daniel but the next time I see him, I'll avoid him right away..."
Celestine remained standing in one corner with a hand covering her mouth. She doesn't understand why Sophia sound so scared but what she doesn't understand even more was why Sophia is calling Balthazar and she se
"V-Vincent..." Instead of answering Vincent pulled the chair across to Sophia and silently sit on it then he once again fixes his coat. Sophia gets back to her senses and sits on her chair again. A while ago, she already lose hope that Vincent will go to meet her and said to herself that if Vincent won't reply to her text, at least he is aware that she waited and still willing to wait for him. "I-I thought you won't come anymore," she said breaking the silence that she predicted to surround them if she wouldn't dare to be the first to speak. Vincent takes a deep breath then he fixes his wristwatch. "I attended a meeting a while ago and got preoccupied that I have forgotten that I was supposed to meet you three hours ago." "It's okay. I understand. By the way, do you want something to eat? You can order, my treat," she offered. "I'm not hungry." He crossed his arms on his chest. "So you mean to say that you
A knock from the door woke Celestine up. She sat on the bed and yawned; causing tears to escape from her eyes. She heard a knock on the door once again. "Who's there?" she asked while removing the sleep from her eyes. A while ago, she decided to just rest inside her room then she unconsciously fell asleep because of exhaustion. She won't be aware that she had fallen asleep if the knock didn't disturb her sleep. Lander outside the room is swallowing repeatedly as he couldn't find the right words to say to Celestine. He regret the things that come out of his mouth earlier and it took him an hour to think of the best way he could do to apologize to Celestine. His grip on the tray tightened before he open his mouth to speak. "It's Lander," he said, loud enough for Celestine to hear it. Celestine removed the duvet on her lap then she get out of the bed. She take a deep breath then she closed her eyes firmly for
Before the cab left, he took a picture of its plate number. He just wanted to make sure that Sophia will be safe. As the cab gets out of his sight, he looks at his wristwatch. It was already two o'clock in the morning and he still needs to do some work once he get into his office. Going home isn't part of his plan because he still needs to finish the work he left and even though he wanted to go straight to the resthouse to finally be with Celestine and have a talk with her, he can't, for he's setting his priorities right and he wanted to finish the things he needs to do to their business first before anything else. After checking the time, he started walking back to the cafe where he parked his car. Unexpectedly, he saw his uncle waiting for him, leaning his back on the car. He crossed the distance between them and put his hands on his pants pockets. "I need to go home. Move away from the car door," Vincent said in his most formal voice.&n
Celestine slowly opened her eyes as the sunlight shone on her face. She raised her tired arm and block the sunlight before she finally open her eyes. The sunlight isn't hurting her skin so she reckoned that it was still early in the morning. Despite feeling lazy to get up and start her day, she forced herself to sit on the bed to somewhat keep her stay awake. "Good morning, Miss Celestine," the maid greeted as soon as she sit on the bed. Celestine haven't noticed the maid that was already cleaning her room when she opened her eyes a while ago. The maid that greeted her is not familiar to her and she was certain that she hadn't seen her before. "You're a new maid?" she asked. The maid nodded. "Yes, Miss." "Why? What happened to the maids before?" Celestine asked after removing the duvet on her lap. "Mr. Vincent, changes his maid every month, Miss Celestine. And so, the old maids are not here a
"Boss," Balthazar said as he answered the call. "Have you already given the phone to Celestine?" Vincent asked as he was shaving. His phone is on a loudspeaker, resting on the side of the sink. "Yes, Boss," he immediately answered. "How come she's not answering my calls? Didn't I tell you to accompany her to the mall to go shopping this morning?" "She doesn't feel good, Boss. So she choose to just rest inside of her room," he reasoned. After shaving, Vincent wiped his chin using a clean towel then he picks his phone from the sink. "Why, what happened?" Vincent asked as he walk out of the bathroom. "She didn't explain what she really feel, Boss. All I know is she's not feeling good." "Alright. Just let her rest and if she needs anything, give or do it immediately." "Copy that, Boss," Balthazar said. Vincent ended the call and throw his phone on the bed. He's
"Sir, smoked salmon, turkey sausages, and avocado toast for your breakfast this morning," the maid said as both of her hands are behind her and keeping a distance away from Vincent's opened office door. It is one of the rules that Vincent made for the maids to follow. They should not dare to step inside his office unless he allowed them to do so. "Have them prepared for me downstairs. I'll go down in a minute," he said as he was checking something on his laptop. He didn't have work however, he still needs to check on the products that go in and out, same with the customer's reviews in every purchase so he can work on the customer's concerns and so he can improve their company products. "Okay, Sir," the maid said before leaving his office. He stretched his arms and leaned on the backrest of his office chair. He was planning to go straight to the resthouse a while ago but then, he remembered about checking some stuff on t
"Oh, shoot," the young boy said as his ball dropped to the sea. From where Celestine is standing, she could somehow know the age of the boy and she thinks that he must be above five years old. Her lips formed a smile as she saw the frown on the boy's face. She run towards the sea and went down on it to reach the ball that has been weightless when it touches the sea; letting the breeze and the water take him wherever it wants to. She swims as the ball starts to go further and further until her feet wasn't touching the sea bed anymore. She looked back at the boy that was now no longer on the seashore. She was torn between going after the ball or going back to the seashore but before she could even think of a decision, her legs becomes numb because of the cold temperature of the water. "No, no, no, not now," she said to herself as she try to swim back to the seashore however, she can't feel her legs. Celestine started to panic. No
"I am not allowed to enter the resthouse or even get near that place. They have my face in a wanted poster everywhere," Kingston's answers his cousin before he sucks smoke from his cigarette. It's been a couple of days yet he still hasn't made any move. His days are spent just inside of his old apartment that he's renting for a cheaper price now because the apartment's owner died and his daughter and son just went after his money and abandoned some of their father's business the whole apartment becomes a dumpsite and looks an abandoned place now. The dust, cobwebs, and graffitis on the walls are the things that welcomed him when he stepped again into the apartment. At first, he thought that he entered the wrong place for the whole apartment to change completely. Dust-free hallways and well-sanitized rooms are now replaced by rats, spiders, and their cobwebs, dirt, dust, fleece, and trash because the maids and the apartment keeper were no lon
"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