"Yeah, absolutely. I want everything to be perfect," Lander said as he glance back to Celestine who was now busy finding clothes that were worth buying. They're now in the famous clothing brand that was Celestine's favorite that she's been using for years.
While Celestine is busy looking, he excused himself earlier and went out of the boutique for a moment to talk to the organizer that will make a perfect set-up for their dinner date later. He wants it intimate and as much as possible, a good place where Celestine and he will be comfortable to talk about random things.
"Consider everything done, Mr. Buenavista. Thank you for trusting us."
"Thank you," he said before ending the call. After that, he put his phone back in his pocket and enter the boutique again.
He walked towards Celestine who was now still busy roaming around the boutique.
"May I see the clothes you choose?" he asked as he started checking the price tags of the clothes. He swall
"Tell everyone to go home under my order. I want to talk to Venedict alone," Victor said to one of his men as he was leaning against his car with hands on his pocket while his eyes were intently looking at the employees that is walking in and out of the company building. He checked the time on his wristwatch. It's just six o'clock in the afternoon, definitely not the time for the employees to go home. But Victor wants them gone and they will because it is his order. No one ever dares to not follow his orders. No one, not even Venedict. "Copy that, Sir," his man said before leaving his side. Their family company had come so far. Victor can still remember the first time his father let him get inside of this exact company in front of him but compared to what it was before, it totally improved and becomes bigger. He must say that his brother truly give importance to the company that their father had worked hard for. He tapped his wristwatch using
Celestine violently removed Vincent's hand that was covering her mouth. "What are you doing here?" she asked almost like a whisper emphatically. Vincent's mouth was a bit open in astonishment at how Celestine reacted. He bit his lower lip and massage his jaw before stepping away from Celestine. "Why? Shouldn't I be here?" She tucks some of her hair strand behind her ear and looks at Vincent. "I'm not saying that you shouldn't be here." "That's what you're trying to say. I thought we were fine. We're good. But what happened to what you said that you'll text me to pick you up huh?" She closed her eyes firmly before opening them again. "Can we just fight some other time? I don't want to fight with you." "I don't want either but you're pushing me to fight you about this thing because obviously, you're trying to hide something from me." "I am not hiding something for you." "Then why are you acting like this?!
"Thank you," she said to Vincent's man after he volunteered to put the paper bags inside of her hotel room.Vincent and Lander throwing sarcastic remarks at each other just pissed her off. Celestine was aware that the two were acting differently towards each other because of her.If she needs to distance herself from one of them to not ruin the friendship that Vincent and Lander have, she will.As she closed the door, she take a deep breath before walking towards the bedroom where she asked Vincent's man to put the paper bags.She had a feeling that Lander is planning to do something tonight and she was nervous about it. Nevertheless, she still wants to go. The last thing she wanted to do is to disappoint Lander so whatever he is planning, she just hopes that it's not something she will be uncomfortable answering.She stopped walking when she stepped on something. It made a cracking sound that echoed throughout the silent room. It was the phone Vin
"You look dashing, son," his mother emotionally said as she stare at Lander.Lander took a deep breath as he was fixing his tie in front of the mirror. He can't just sit while waiting for the time to pass so he decided to start preparing for the dinner date even though he was a bit early to start doing so."I hope Celestine will like what I prepared for her," he said as he finished fixing his tie."I know she will, son." She gives Lander an assuring smile before holding her son's hand to gently squeeze it.Lander is obviously nervous. He'd been walking back and forth inside of his room talking to the coordinator about the preparations. And his mother was happy to see the tension in her son because it only means that he treasure Celestine and was afraid of disappointing her.She could still remember the time she told him that one day, he will meet a girl that would make him feel that he wasn't enough to make him realize that in life, we should never
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.It is what Lander has been doing for minutes now in front of Celestine's hotel room. He's acting like a teenage boy who was about to ask his crush to be his date to prom. It's quite funny to think about that but this isn't the right time to chuckle at his made-up jokes inside his mind.He inhaled and exhaled once again."C'mon, you're Lander Buenavista don't like act stupid," he scolded to himself before moving his hand to knock on the door.He closed his eyes firmly before hitting his knuckles against the wall. In just three consecutive knocks, he heard the doorknob twisting inside. He stepped back and fixed his tie for the last time."Oh, hey," Celestine shyly greeted him. She is still on her crop top, jeans, and stilettos. She lost track of the time while crying a while ago that she has forgotten to prepare for the dinner date.She's avoiding his gaze. Embarrassment is eating her up as she subtle glance to
It took her a few minutes before finally absorbing Lander's sudden question. As much as she wanted to answer the question, she refused not to. "Let's just talk about something else. Vincent and I just had an argument and I'm still in the state where just by hearing his name my blood is starting to boil," she excused, glancing to Lander, giving him a faint smile before focusing again her eyes to the road. She said the truth. At this moment, all she wanted is to be free from questions and situations that involves Vincent. Even for a moment, she wanted to be free of him; from the thoughts of Vincent. Tonight, all she should care about is Lander. "I understand," he said as his grip on the steering tightened. Ever since he was a kid, he has had the thoughts of always proving everyone wrong. Despite having supportive parents and good family relatives it did not save him from always feeling like he's an outcast. His cousins passed their bar exams on
The cinnamon scent of the lit candles runs through her nostrils as they slowly walk inside of the venue with her hand still on Lander's arm. The candelabras were the first thing she had noticed, they were in the shade of yellow and brown bringing a vintage vibe all over the place. She was unable to let go of the smile that genuinely crept to her lips as she was busy wandering her eyes around the place. The white as milk thick curtains were hanging beautifully on the ceiling. She smiles. She had never been a fan of the color white, simply because she find them boring but tonight, she eat her words and end up thinking that the white color shows simplicity and she think it's beautiful. Tonight was just perfect, she thought. Everything was in the shade of white, yellow, and brown. She loves it. She must say that Lander indeed thinks of her while he's making plans for their dinner date and she finds it sweet. Lander tapped her hand on his arm that
"I like the peacefulness of the night," Lander whispered as his hands is on Celestine's waist guiding it to sway with the music while her hands is on his shoulders."Me too," she said in a low tone of voice while she was staring at him.Celestine can't help but stare at Lander's face with the urge of pinching herself to know if she was just dreaming or not. She can't believe that she's with a handsome man with the right intentions for her. It was quite unbelievable. It was like she's in a fairytale right now where she feel like a princess having a dance with her prince charming."You're so beautiful," he mumbled.As the light crossed Celestine's face it was as if in slow motion, her eyes twinkled with a smile that reaches it. Lander swallowed upon realizing how beautiful Celestine is. He couldn't believe that the woman in front of him actually said yes to the dinner date and was smiling genuinely at him right now.From the first time, he met Celest
"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