Chapter 5
Sebastian’s point of view Donna and I talked throughout my ride home. She’s my friend, worked with me for four years before I trusted her enough to become my friend. She doesn’t really know what happened between me and Ryan, but she knew more than the media. I decided to spend the night at my penthouse since it was near. I got there and went straight to the shower. My mind stilled and calm off the rustle it has been since I left the party when the cold shower slapped on my skin. This was not the future I planned for myself and Ryan or saw for us, we were suppose to be best friends forever. Why did he have to betray me? Why did he have to make us become enemies? We’re suppose to be at the top together. Because now, the only thing on my mind that I deeply craved for was now Ryan’s downfall. The end to his reign. The doom to his legacy. And I’ll be damned if I do not get that. Ryan has stolen a lot from me, and done a lot to me in return for the platonic love I gave him and had for him. Now there are going to be articles of me being indeed jealous of Ryan, and in beef with him due to my envy. They would also see Ryan as an angel and love him more, meanwhile I’ll get criticized for being envious and full of hate. While none of them had any idea of what’s the actual story. I spent close to an hour inside the bathroom before I stepped out, I was still wet and wrapped in towel when the landline beside my bed vibrated and rang up. I went over and picked the call. “What do you have to tell me in the middle of the night?” I questioned my receptionist rudely. “That one of your business partner is here to see you. Should I let him in?” My face nudged into confusion, “Business partner who?” “Mister Xavier Rodriguez. He also seems drunk. Should I let him in or lead him to a guest room?” The receptionist enlightened further. “Yeah let him come up here. We still have business to discuss, must be why he came here. Tho I wonder how he got my address.” I ended the call afterwards. So Xavier decided to visit me just the night I decided to spent my night here in this penthouse because I wasn’t feeling the vibe to drive home. The penthouse is the home address I gave everyone, all including my friends, associates, and the media outlets. Whereas that wasn’t my main home address, just a place I randomly sleeps in and stay at. It’s his lucky night for sure. I haven’t gotten the privilege to throw on some clothes when I heard my door pushed open. I should probably go tell him hello, and that I’ll be with him shortly after I’ve put some clothes on. I got to the living room and found Xavier sprawled on my couch. “Ugh I’m tired!” He groaned. “But you came here to discuss business didn’t you?” Xavier rose up at the heard of my voice as his head tilted back to look at me. “Damn!” He mouthed in admiration as his gaze licked at my thirsty sight. “Okay tell me why the fuck you’re shirtless and all wet, instead of clothed and dry. Cause dude, you did not have to look this tasty!” Xavier’s eyes purred with lust as he raved at me. I had to look at myself. My towel hung barely below my waist, down enough to expose the v-line of my torso that ran up to my toned Roman abs. I wasn’t the gym type, but still manage to attain a fit athletic body because of my healthy lifestyle. My chest was broad and hairless, and my arms were neither small nor huge. None of this fit the attractive stereotype on my opinion. But watching his obvious admiration for me, I cringed at his words. “What do you mean by that?” I wanted to act oblivious to his obvious esteem for my beauty. Perhaps he’s just appreciating and nothing else, I shouldn’t see more into it. “There are drinks in the fridge, treat yourself to a wine or whatever. I’ll be back,” I told him as I excused myself to go dress up. I’ve never thought myself to be someone attractive, in fact I’m always weird out when people fancied my appearance or got attracted to my features. I last gave a fuck about my looks when I was still in school, then I knew I was good looking because a lot of girls wanted to be my girlfriend then. Not just home alone, it was the same with Ryan. We were even deemed the most handsome teens in our high school. Over the years, I’ve grown out of the concept. Now when ladies hit on me, I either act clueless or express my disgust. People often thought I’m heartbroken or asexual, but I’m in fact very sexually active. I have a lot of girls to call when I’m horny and need to get off, albeit I’m rarely horny and just do it as a form of therapy. When I returned to the sitting room, Xavier was already done with two bottles of wine. He was a messy sight to behold. Okay this dude is beyond crazyyy. “Look who decided to join the party!” His slurred voice muttered attentively at me. I was no longer sure this guy came down for business. I thought perhaps he was leaving early for Spain tomorrow so decided to finalize our partnership this night before he leaves. The rubbish he’s doing right now was not part of it. “What are you even doing here?” I couldn’t hide my disgust any longer. I hate it when people make mess of my well organized space, now I could spot wine stains all over my couch and on the floor. “I could have gone to my hotel, but instead came here to see if I can help fix whatever happened between you and Ryan. Then I saw you in that towel looking all hot and sexy as fuck, and whew!” He paused to fan himself. “So I think Ryan can suck it because now I want you all to myself and for myself then I’m think about him.” He stood up, his steps unsteady as he close the distance between him and me. “Yeah sorry but I’m not homosexual or bisexual,” “Who you are doesn’t matter to me. I saw you, I saw how you were when Ryan kissed you. You kind of liked it, so tell me exactly how you’re sure you are not bisexual or homo.” “You need to sleep, Xavier. I’ll get the house manager to get you settled in a guest room.” Xavier threw away the empty wine glass he had with him carelessly as he pushed himself into my body. “Gosh you smell so good!” He moaned before he looked up and locked lips with me. What the fuck is with dudes and kissing me today!!!!!Chapter 6 Ryan’s point of view “What’s this?” Mother nearly shoved her phone into my face as I walked through the door. “Ryan what’s this?” The screen flashed harsher into my eyes. I squinted at the headline displayed in my view, it spoke about my scandalous pull from The Governor’s birthday party. Titled “The Damned Kiss”. Wait when was this? An hour or two ago and it has been published wide enough for my mom to get it. The world can be really jobless at times. “It is what it is.” I shrugged and responded, pushing through where she has me cornered as I strolled further into the mansion. Vivian, my sister was right by the stairs, a mischievous smirk on her face as I approached her. Of course. This must be her dirty work. I mean I should have predicted even, since when does mom surf the internet enough for her to know the hottest talk of the city. I got to her presence, casted a long look of shame, then shook my head and walk off. “Did he just walk out on me?
Chapter 7Sebastian’s point of view Getting through the night was as hectic as I presumed it would be when I let myself sheltered a drunk guest. Sure he was drunk before he came over, but my treat added to the mood. I’d offer him the luxury of my fridge, where he sampled into his guts my alcoholic beverages and wine. I had to tuck Xavier into one of my guest rooms later after he’s made a mess of my living room with his puke. As disgusted as it made me, I tried not to react offensively at the kiss. He was drunk and wasn’t in control of himself, besides it was just a kiss. Bleh! Though if he had kept making attempts, I sure would’ve honored the thought of throwing him out in the middle of the night. Dawn came sooner than expected, and I found myself operating on a brief hours of sleep.When I checked up on Xavier, he was still deep in his slumber while I was already dressed up to start the day. It’s 7am already, when does he wake up? I left the house with a message from me through
Chapter 8Ryan’s point of view “How did it go?” Donna, Seb’s secretary who helped sectioned the meetup between Seb and I asked as she saw me stormed out of his office with his men hovering right behind me. I gave her a knowing look as I glanced at the guards Seb had instructed to escort me outside. She sighed when she got the memo, “He can be a real pain in the ass with his stubbornness sometimes, let me just help you deal with him. I might be able to get him to his senses,”I didn’t respond to her, I just went into the elevator and when the guards tried to follow me in I gave them a cold glare that slit a pause to their motion. I can’t believe he would chase me out. Seriously how stubborn did he have to be? For me to sneak into your office just so I can talk and explain things to you, shouldn’t that tell him how genuine I was? Instead he chose to believe I was there to manipulate him. I scoffed out aloud, manipulate him for what? Why would I come to lie to him now? What could
Chapter 9Sebastian’s point of view “Unless you’re ready to tell me exactly how Ryan was able to sneak into my office and ruin my day, then quit bugging me!” I snapped at the intercom that connects me to my secretary, closing Donna’s another attempt to talk to me. She already tried barging in, and was sent outside with the threat that I might stop joking around with the thought of sacking her and act on it if she doesn’t leave me alone. Barely a second later, my door pushed open without my permission. Annoyance flayed over my face as I trailed gaze up at the entrance to see it was Donna, “You better be ready to talk,” I chided. She stepped aside for someone she was with to come inside, the person being Xavier. Oh, so he’s here. Must be why Donna kept bugging me with beeps. “Mister Xavier, I-““Thought we were past the formalities now? Or did I not woke up in your house?” He cut into my sentence. I glanced at Donna who raised her brows at the heard of Xavier’s words. “It’s not
Chapter 10Ryan’s point of view I was already late when I arrived at NT’s venue for the interview they’ve scheduled with me to air on their channel. There was no time to prep for the show so I was instantly ushered into the shooting room as soon as I came in. I was told to wait for the host to announce my arrival and invite me to stage. It was then I looked over to the stage, and shot a small smirk at who I found seated already with the said host. I waved and beckoned at the manager who was close to me, “Wasn’t I told this would be a solo interview?” I queried when he got close enough. “Well yeah, but we made a last minute decision to sit you both to get a wider audience. Both your supporters and his would be tuning in to hear what you both have to say.” The wired intercom he has plugged in his ear beeped as he pressed on it. “Hey, yeah he’s ready.” He looked up at me, “You’re going in,” he told me and then quickly walked away and towards his crew. I drew in a long breath to le
Chapter 11 Sebastian’s point of view Awe took hold of my face, my expression, my sense of self, basically all of me. Courtesy of his sudden confession, words that influenced my current state of awestruck. What does he mean by that?…. ‘Seb I was in love with you. I was and still am…’ the words replay over and over again in my head, in a blissful echo that sounded peaceful rather than dangerous. He closed the small gap that separated us, then made to cup my cheek when I ducked out of his reach and step away from him to the right side of the elevator wall. His brows creased in haze. I scoffed. I know this wasn’t the reaction he expected from me after my little showcase at his confession. However, who does he think he’s dealing with? A ten year old who’s never been out in the world? Cause that’s the kind of person he can trick successfully and fool with his words. “You really expect me to melt at the heard of that didn’t you?” I asked, as another scoff fell through. “Gosh look at
Chapter 12 Ryan’s point of view It seems unbelievable, totally surreal that Seb would think that my confession is a lie. That he would think my love for him is a plot to achieve his downfall. Meanwhile it was the beautiful feelings I developed for him that stirred this shit up in the first place. Perhaps if I hadn’t written a letter for my father to find, maybe- just maybe this wouldn’t be our fate at the moment. Or if I hadn’t fallen in love with my best friend. When I finally escaped my father and met with my true family, I’d thought all will be well and that I’ll be reunited with my best friend once again. However, once they learnt of my non platonic affections for him through my deranged foster father. They instantly kicked against the idea and forbade the decision. They actively fought against the sick part of me that was also in love with my best friend. They call it sick and demented, that it wasn’t right and an abomination. Mom in particular was the pin on
Chapter 13 Sebastian’s point of view The environment was as greenish as I remembered, calm and the seething epitome of serenity. It was indeed the perfect place for her. I coursed through the passage that led to her assigned ward, my gaze locked on the picture hidden inside the locket hung to my necklace. I don’t wear the necklace often, but I keep it with me at all times. I usually bring it out whenever I’m visiting, because it’s the one object that reminds her of me. I arrived at the room, and opened the door to her seated comfortably on her rocking chair, carefully knitting on what seems like a sweater and humming a delicate sound along. “Nana,” I called out softly for her attention. She looked up at me at the heard of my voice, confusion on her face as she sized me up and down. “Who are you, gentleman?”I snickered at her question as I walked over to her, bringing the locket I had with me into display. “I’m this guy,” I showed her the picture tucked away inside the locket.
Chapter 64Ryan’s point of view I decided it was better to finish up with Marcelene first before I go on and about the rest of my day, so instead of a visit first to the hospital to check on my gramps, we rode instead to the court we’ve picked out to get us married. I already spoke with the court’s officiators beforehand, as well as our legal marriage registrar, they’re currently waiting for us to be the first they’ll attend to today. This of course sets Marcelene on a glee path to hear that I’m fulfilling my promise finally, she’s tried all she could to get me to talk to her about why I’m stuck in a gloomy mood, but I’ve only dead the attempts and kept to myself. I don’t know how I’d open my mouth to tell that the guy I’m in love with was revealed to me yesterday’s night to be the murderer of my father, and the same guy might have requested me to stay away from him. A request I agreed to because I forced myself to think it’s for his happiness. And to think I wasn’t truly going t
Chapter 63 Sebastian’s point of view No way. He betrayed me once, so he wouldn’t try it again. He wouldn’t release my psycho brother from jail just because he wanted my downfall, the same brother he knew tried to kill me and nearly had me forever on life support. I simply refuse to think he would. I was seated patiently in the darkness, he should be here in One… Two… The door creaked open, and his hand went straight to the switch. Upon giving light to the room, he met me seated right on his bed, backed up to the headboard with a small remote with just a single button on it. “Mirroring my moves I see,” he said, but I smiled back at him. “I upgraded it,” I told him before I slammed on the remote I have with me and brought down the machine mask also with me over my face. Soon enough, gas flooded out and began to smoke up the whole room. I watched him struggle to react against the gas, but soon fell victim and collapsed on the floor unconscious. It was only then I jumped do
Chapter 62Sebastian’s point of view It just goes on to prove that Ryan truly was a white snake under a white armor, he was no knight for me at all, he’s a snake and has always been. I remember the night Donna came for a sleepover at my house, when she told me about the arranged engagement. We spoke about it all night and kind of agreed that there’s no way Ryan would actually consider the arrangement. Yes at that time a part of me believed he wouldn’t do it because he said he’s in love with me, while the other part just didn’t want an old friend to get into a lifelong of unhappiness. But little did I know that I was the fool, because tell me why Ryan was captured hand in hand smiling as he secretly exit the court with his new wife beside him. I recognized the chick, it was the same girl she brought with him to the club. Why do people betray? Like I’m genuinely confused, why do you feel the need to break someone’s trust and shatter the loyalty they’ve built up for you? Is it a fun
Chapter 50Ryan’s point of view This is another work of Matthew Simmons. I’m sure of it, cause who on earth who else on earth find it amusing to leak private stuffs about me to the internet and put me in a constant state of discussion.It was just recent that pictures surfaced the internet about me and Seb captured in an intimate moment, not too long, barely twenty fours hours later was the news of my marriage.I was in no dark mood, I’m furious. I’ve been like that ever since I got the call to check the latest news. Though I’ve had my team on it again to find out who was the source of this new leak, as well as get rid of the news from the internet. They were already on it, but still doesn’t kill my anger. Who is Matthew Simmons? How is he stalking me effortlessly? He knows I got wedded this morning, knows I went to the club and met up with Seb. How? Just how?! Unless of course he’s getting tips from someone close to me, and who might that be if not the witch I have as a sister.
Chapter 60Sebastian’s point of view It was only fitting I give my little brother a deserving funeral, he might not deserve it, but it’s a deed that’ll preserve my humanity. I had to take him out. I’ve been taking a lot of chances, I’ve been getting tricked a lot lately and it’s enough. I badly wanted to believe him, to think that he’s telling the truth and sincerely wants to be my brother. I do, I wanted to seriously believe him. But then I’m reminded of the so much work Ryan went through to convinced me that he regrets our past and wants a future with me. He professed his false love to me on a national television, the confession was broadcasted live and all round the city. Yet it was to an end, and was never genuine like a part of me wished it would be. It was only a stunt to have me at his whim. No more mercy. No more forgiveness. No more second chances. No more getting fooled. My brother’s death was inevitable, he’s an impulsive psychopath if that’s a thing. He operates on h
Chapter 59Sebastian’s point of view “Wakey wakey little brother, get out of that dream world already.” I tapped repeatedly on his cheek until his drowsy eyes slowly pulled wide and apart till he jerked at the sight of my face. Good one! He’s awake. His head snapped around for a three sixty room inspection. Oh we’re no longer in his apartment, or even somewhere neat enough to conserve his death. I brought him to my private warehouse, where I’ve gotten most of my darkest shit done.“Where are we? What is this place? You?” His furious gaze trailed back to me, deadly and a sight for me to laugh at. I let out a deep breath before I stepped back from him. “This will either be the place you die or the place where you save yourself,” I began, then turned my back and walked over to the table in the room with us. On the table was a tray that carried various items that I’ve had provided for me to draw on his blood and carve pain into his skins. There we have a blade, dagger, a lot of sharp
Chapter 58 Ryan’s point of view I don’t know if my mom was running away from the house, but she hasn’t been around ever since I got married. Today is the day Marcy and I leave for her home city, and mom still hasn’t show up for me to inform her as well as talk about Seb with her. I spent the whole of yesterday with Seb, so I had time to tell him about the trip and how much I wish he could accompany me. He told me even if Marcy had allow me bring him, he wouldn’t have accepted my invitation because he doesn’t have any business with my contracted wife’s family. I don’t know if mom is scared to confront me or exactly why she has refused to show her face, but it’s starting to get less suspicious and more frightening. Is she okay? I’d ask Vivian about it, but I’m sure she doesn’t care, albeit she’s an exact replica of that woman’s witchy persona. Seb told me he fired her already. And I’m more than happy to hear that, her away from Seb is a long space away from bad things. I cou
Chapter 57 Sebastian’s point of view I might have buried my brother today, but I also flattened stuffs out with Ryan, and met up with my grandmother whose memories of me suddenly came back to her. I could say the gloom which started the day for me has approached a version of an ecstatic ending. It’s four in the evening already, but it’s not yet the time to call the day to an end. While I finished up with my grandmother, I took the liberty to book me and Ryan’s sister a reservation at one of the city’s coolest restaurants not far from the company, then sent her a text to meet up with me there for the date I spoke about with her. Universe so good, we arrived at the location at the same time and literally went in together to the seats booked in our names. “What would you like to have?” I asked seconds after we’re settled into our seats and flicked a glance at the menu script. “Water or wine is surely fine by me at the moment, can’t have dinner here because tradition would deman
Chapter 56 Ryan’s point of view Who could tell that the little nap session I wanted for myself would result into a complex situation. Because what on earth is Marcy doing in an exposed lingerie that perfectly captured the essence of her curves and body. And then proceed to ask me, “Do I look good in this?” I was too stunned to speak, to answer her and try to dredge up her motive for whatever this is. She knows I’m gay right? So why does it look like she’s trying to seduce me. She geared into anger when she noticed I wouldn’t talk to her, or reply her, rather I’m just seated there with my eyes fixed on her and a pale expression on my face. “Do I look that bad? You could have at least tried to be nice.” She hissed at me and rolled her eyes. “Oh God!” She lamented as she walked over to the cushion in my room. “Is it my body? Do I need to slim down? But I’ve been on diet since birth now, seriously can you tell me what the fuck is wrong?” She flared up at me, frustration in her