The tension was heavy among them. Sky, who heard the voice, felt a chill running down his spine. What she said was true; with her skills, an accident on her side was something impossible, which means that one of his friends must have pushed her away. But when he tried to guess, there were two that came to his mind: Weber, the brown one, had a fierce sense of competition but would not stoop low to the point of committing these types of mishaps.
That left him with the red one, Jack, since he has a difficult personality to deal with and is also a bad loser. It can only be him since he must have felt threatened by both girls’ talent and decided to take care of the black one since she appeared to be the smallest and easiest to bully, but he must not have expected her to come back in such a way. He was still processing what happened when Vicky signaled him that they continue. He approached and asked, still surprised by what she said. "How heartless can you be? You still want to continue the race even though your friend can be wounded?" Vicky stared at him, comfortably seated on her bike. "Don't speak carelessly. She’s angry because she is the one who asked for the race to continue. It seems your dear friend touched her on the wrong side," she pointed out. Sky flinched, nodded in understanding, and asked his friends to come and position themselves near Aurora. This time, Sky positioned himself between Aurora and Vicky, while the red one was at another far end. At the count of three, the race continued. Neither Aurora nor Vicky played the game of beginners; they showcased their true talent by speeding faster than they did at the beginning of the race. Sky and his friends, who saw this, were left speechless, with all of them almost having the same thought in mind: ‘They were playing with us from the beginning’. It didn’t take long for both girls to reach the finish line since they arrived at the same time. They were both equal, and ten minutes later, Sky and the others followed. When they arrived, both girls had already gotten down from their bikes and were now leaning against them. Until the last one appeared, the group of men all removed their helmets and walked towards the girls. Admiration was the first feeling they felt from the boys, except the red one. The green one was the first to talk with visible admiration. "That was awesome! What you both did was as if you were just playing with us. Why didn’t you show us that talent of yours from the beginning?" he asked. This made all eyes fall on them with visible curiosity. Aurora, who didn’t talk to them from the beginning until now, answered, "We needed to determine your level before deciding on how we were going to race. But we’re short of time, we won’t stay for long." Her voice was low and smooth, giving the others the impression of how innocent she was. They started to estimate her age in their minds, but this filled them with shame since a girl like her was able to beat them in a race. The navy-blue guy, who was silent and almost transparent, spoke, “Since with your level of skills it was impossible for you to have this type of accident, right?” It was more of an affirmation than a question, but Aurora still answered, her gaze turning towards Jack. But since she still wore a helmet, it was impossible for the others to know where her gaze was headed. “You are right. I didn’t really want to continue the race anymore, so I decided to reduce my speed, but I didn’t expect that it would give the opportunity to a certain dumbass to attack me.” The brown guy then asked, “Do you at least know who pushed you?” Aurora nodded, and she responded, “hmmm I know… he is the one on your left.” Jack was the one on the left, and all eyes fell on him. But compared to shock and disgust, he felt a chill running down his spine. Amidst them, he felt a pair of angry eyes on him. He first looked at the girls, but both of them were still wearing their helmets, so it wasn’t them. He turned his head to his right and made eye contact with a pair of green eyes staring at him with no emotions. This made Jack tremble. Now, he is finished. He forgot that Sky had a strong sense of responsibility. The fact that he caused Aurora to have an accident because of his stupid pride must have irked him since he was the one that invited them. What was he to tell his parents? His father was boasting more about the fact that he was friends with one of the members of this prominent family. He started biting his nails in anxiety, thinking, "What must I do? Must I ask for forgiveness? No, I can't. Sky is my friend; he will understand that I didn't have a choice. But he seems really angry." He picked up his helmet, climbed on his bike, and fled away. Wrong choice. All the rest watched this scene with disappointment except for Vicky and Aurora. Did he really have to leave? Accepting that he made a mistake and asking for forgiveness, was that too much for his pride to bear? They let out a sigh and all regarded Sky, but he was back to his smiling face as he walked towards the girls, especially the black one. He extended his hand for a handshake, to which she accepted, and he brought it to his mouth to place a chaste kiss on the back of her hand, offering her a charming smile. His voice came out low and husky, “Can you please give me the pleasure of seeing your face?” he asked. But she removed her hand. “Is it important to see my face?” she asked back but didn’t make any move to remove her helmet. He smiled more broadly and replied, "Hmm, just because I want to see your face." She gawked at him before turning to Vicky, saying, "It's already late; we must get going." Without sparing him a glance, she started her bike. But before she could leave, he spoke, "I called the ambulance; wait at least until they run a check-up." She looked at him and declined, "No need, but thank you." And like that, they left.Sky watched as the girls disappeared from his view before taking out his phone and making a call. "Find Jack Thomson and bring him to me," his voice as cold as ice, different from when he was talking to both girls. That was all him; he can smile and laugh with you, but when you step on his bad side, then he will become merciless, especially because he is from that family.As both girls left the Magnolia Corporation in haste, they reached the milk shop. It was already forty-five minutes past three, and the butler was already present, waiting for them. They parked right in front of him, got down from their bike, placed the helmet on the back of their bike, and walked towards the butler with a contented smile hanging on their lips.The butler bowed and smiled, “Welcome, Miss Vicky and Miss Aurora. Was the outing fruitful?” Vicky answered and started narrating what happened, except for the part where Aurora got into a little mishap. The butler nodded while listening attentively with great
As Aurora arrived home, she rushed directly into her bedroom and took off her black garments and underwear. She stepped into the bathroom to wash away the filth she accumulated during the day. The cold water gliding down her body felt so refreshing that she let out a comfortable sigh. She looked straight ahead as her mind drifted back to what happened earlier. She thought about those three men from earlier and let out a chuckle before her eyes darkened. (To think that I almost killed them, they must be lucky) she mused. She stepped out of the bathroom, already dressed, with a towel hanging on her head when her aunt entered her room. She looked at her aunt with an inquisitive look as it was the first time she ever entered her room. She would always send Nana if she had something to say, but her aunt merely glanced around in disgust before speaking, her voice as cold as usual. "Meet me in the parlor when you're done," she didn't even look at the girl in question before turning around
She opened the message only to see, "You must have received the mission already." She answered with a yes and dropped her phone back on the bed. But a few minutes later, her phone made another sound, and she picked it up only to see that it was another message from her friend: "When will you achieve the mission?" She pondered over the question before typing back, "In three days from now." After responding, she reduced all the volume on her phone and lay back on the bed, staring aimlessly at the ceiling until she fell asleep. When she woke up the next morning, the sun was already high up in the sky. She freshened up and went to the kitchen, only to see a family of three having breakfast together. "This will be a very long and torturous breakfast if I join them." She was about to turn back and leave when her eyes met those of her aunt. Her aunt smiled and warmly called her over"Join us for breakfast," she said, hearing it she had chills running down her spine. Her aunt must really be l
At first, she did ask me if I wanted to back out, but I refused because the fact of having a client asking for my services felt more pleasant, like someone needed me even if I was hiding behind another identity. Until she refrained from asking, but in the organization, there was no head. Since Vicky was the one to gather information about our different missions, she was like a switch connected to various computers. The slight difference is that the other computers didn’t know the identity of their colleagues. In the organization, she is known as ‘Shadow’. No one knew about her identity in the organization, but since she was the one to bring me into the group, I know about her. The only information she made me know was that I was the youngest.The organization itself was non-affiliated with any other groups or mafias, so even mafias can contact us for a job if they wish not to be suspected. The organization only has one rule, and that is no one is supposed to know the other's identity
She took the vacuum cleaner from behind the stairs and cleaned the house from top to bottom without entering the bedroom, and then mopped the floor. The house is big to clean for just one person; obviously, it would take a few hours to completely clean the house. It was better to avoid any scenes because when she remembered being seventeen, she was sitting in her room when her aunt barged in, claiming that I stole nana’s favorite jewel. I denied that I only entered her room to clean, but she was already rummaging around my shabby things until she pulled out a necklace. It was really eye-catching. When I tried to explain further, my aunt gave me a sound slap that made me think I was seeing stars. She asked nana to bring a belt, and after a while, my cousin was back with a black leather belt and handed it to my aunt. Seeing it, my body involuntarily shivered. She waved the belt in front of me, saying, “I already warned you to enjoy what you have been given but do not covet more than t
The days passed by more quickly, and today was Friday, the famous day of the blind date. The past few days were more hectic because I had to be rushed from right to left by Nana to do my hair and arrange my nails. Even if I had to impress on the famous blind date, they didn’t want to use money unnecessarily in bringing me to beauty salons. Instead, I had my hair and nails done by someone who is used to helping Nana when she is supposed to attend balls or ceremonies accompanied by her mother. After I was done with the preliminary steps to make a breathtaking creature, I now had to go and meet Nana to see which dress would go in accordance with all the efforts made on my hair, especially.She walked towards Nana's room and knocked. When she heard a sound inside, she immediately knew that her cousin was there. She was more certain when her cousin opened the door with a beauty mask on her face. Her cousin first took her sweet time to look at Aurora from top to bottom before ste
Later, she carefully dried her silky black hair and took a comb to meticulously brush it. She tied it in a half-high ponytail because she considered the efforts placed before were just to treat it, making it feel more like a hair treatment rather than styling it. She then took a hairpin and placed it on the band holding her hair in place. She left her room and descended down the stairs. As she took the last step of the stairs, she came across her uncle, who almost knocked her if not for her fast reaction. He stared at her for a few minutes from head to toe without blinking until his usual cold eyes showed emotions of anger and disgust. He grabbed her by her collar and yanked her towards him until they were at eye level. He asked her, "Why aren’t you wearing a presentable dress and accessories, or is your goal to sully our family?".She looked at him with a perplexed look before glancing to the side. "I went to meet Nana to borrow a dress, but she refused," her unc
The weather in March was not that good at that particular moment. A twenty-year-old girl was seen sitting by the window looking at rain flowing down. Her fifteen-meter room had a lit bulb that barely burned to illuminate the room. Her white pale hands, with calluses from doing home chores, were holding a needle and a dress, trying to mend her already worn-out dress. Her room was just barely managed with only a chair, a bed, and a single cupboard.She was still mending her clothes when the door to her room banged open, and a brown-haired girl was standing at the door. The girl’s eyes were filled with disdain as she looked all over the room before her eyes landed on the girl sitting near the windows. She closed her nose as if the room was smelling badly. "Aren’t you ready yet, or do you want to make Mom and I wait?" Her voice was low but threatening, making the girl look up. The bright blue eyes made the girl standing at the door clench her fist."No sister, I was just mending the cloth