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 th
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 uncle looked at her
She placed one knee on the ground as she picked up her weapon and placed it in a black backpack. She got up with the bag on her back and walked out of the house, but she immediately went back in, remembering that she still had her bandage on. She removed her leather jacket and took off the bandage. She then flexed her arm to feel the pain, but she winced; her hand was still not completely recovered. She would still need more days for it to be fully healed, but that wouldn’t stop her from attaining her objective. She put her jacket back on and left the house. She looked at the time, only to see that it was 9 PM. Since her destination was not far from her house, she decided to walk, enjoying the night breeze. Her clothes blended with the dark shadows of the night, and her blue eyes reflected no emotions; they were rather calm but sparkled like jewels in the dark.The street was less crowded considering the fact that it was already night. She walked straight until she reached a street
They reached the destination after more than thirty minutes of travel. They arrived at Rendal Street without too many problems, thanks to the lack of traffic jams. As they drove around the street, there were little to no people walking around, making it a more peaceful place to stay. They stopped the car in front of a house. The front was not really eye-catching, but when they entered, it was beautiful; the decoration was simple but suitable for living in. Vicky assured herself that she would guide Aurora to all the rooms of the house. There were two rooms, each with a bathroom, a kitchen, a parlor, and a veranda. Later on, Vicky left, saying she had some things to take care of, and Aurora was left alone in an unfamiliar environment. She walked towards her bedroom to have a closer look at it. It was almost empty; there was only the necessary furniture. She went to check the wardrobe, only to see that it was filled with dresses, and the other was filled with shoes. Her hands brushed
Shadow is her secret identity, but the fact that she refused all the blind dates has disappointed her parents. However, she can’t explain anything, and that really must be what frustrates her. Aurora doesn't know the feeling of knowing so much but being unable to tell the truth because of the fear of losing someone or disappointing them. The only family she had didn't care about her, so she cannot pretend to know what it feels like. She silently held onto her friend’s hand without saying anything; they both stayed silent. Sometimes, they don’t need words to convey what they feel; it is sufficient to feel each other’s presence. Aurora got up and looked at her friend beside her. “I’m thinking of leaving the house tomorrow; I want to buy a house.” This announcement caused Vicky, lying on the side, to get up immediately. She looked at Aurora in shock, opened her mouth, and then closed it. After a few minutes.“Why are you not fine here?” she asked, aggrieved, but Aurora shook her head a
Vicky dragged Aurora to the car, and they left the hospital. It didn't take much time for them to reach the Greyhart mansion, since it was located near the outskirts of the city. They arrived in front of a gate, which automatically opened. They drove and parked the car right in front of the mansion, then got out and entered. The scent of polished wood filled the air, and the entrance was softly illuminated by the glow of the chandeliers. When they entered the mansion, the butler was waiting for them at the entrance. When he saw both of them coming, he bowed respectfully in greeting and said, “Welcome back, Miss. Greetings, Miss Aurora.” They nodded in response and entered, with Aurora a step behind as they walked.As they entered, they came across a woman who was old, almost the same age as her aunt, but more elegant. Her brown hair fell down on her shoulders, and she was giving orders to the servants, her back facing the entrance.She was dressed simply, but it didn’t mask her elegan
As she got out of the bathroom with a towel on her hair, she came across Vicky, who was waking up. She went and sat on her bed and tended to her wet hair. Vicky, who had just woken up, got up from her seat and immediately walked towards Aurora while yawning. She took the towel away from Aurora’s hand and started drying her hair for her. “Let me do it; I’m not sure you will do a perfect job,” her voice still drowsy. Aurora pouted but said nothing, and they fell into a comfortable silence, Aurora relishing in the care her hair was receiving. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh of enjoyment; she really felt comfortable. “I received word from the doctor that we can leave, so I’m taking you today. From now on, you’re going to be staying with me.” Her voice was smooth, but Aurora, hearing the news, was about to interject, “But d—” She was cut off by Vicky. “Remember this: I am not asking for your opinion; I am just informing you that if I don’t have an eye on you at all times, the ne
A few minutes later, Vicky sat on the bed and looked at the patient who was still smiling. “Why are you smiling so brightly?” she asked when she felt calmer. Aurora responded, “Because surely my bright smile can help you with your anger, right?” Vicky didn’t know if she was supposed to laugh, cry, or knock the girl sitting in front of her. Vicky looked into her friend's eyes; her blue eyes were truly captivating, giving anyone staring into them the feeling of drowning in the ocean.She stared at Aurora’s face, which didn’t betray any emotions. It made her think that she was the one suffering, and Aurora was the one trying to comfort her. She clenched her hands; seeing Aurora unaffected made her angry. Her voice came out as a whisper, but only they could understand. “Don’t you feel angry about it? Why are you sitting there as if none of this bothers you?” As she asked, her voice rose. Aurora looked down at her hands lying on her lap as she explained, “When Aunt talked to me about the
Her stomach grumbled; she didn’t know where to get food since when she woke up, there was no one present. She was about to pull the IV drip away from her hands when the door to her room opened, and she was faced with her friend’s haggard face (she really must have gone through a lot). Her friend immediately rushed to her side, and she was almost crushed in the hug. She patted her back for quite a while until she finally calmed down, but before she could ask anything, Vicky knocked her head. “Can you explain to me what crossed that little mind of yours to harm yourself?” Her voice was loud; she was greatly furious. Aurora, who was the recipient of it, looked a little sheepish. “Acting sheepish won’t answer my question. I’m waiting for the answer.” Aurora felt like her spine was already painful. “I was drugged, and to stay sane, I had to hurt myself. I’m sorry if I worried you,” she bowed down her head apologetically. Vicky passed a hand on her hair before letting out a sigh. Vicky
She didn’t want to stay, but she had to stay until the investor decided to leave. The man clicked his tongue, which brought her back to reality. She turned her head towards him only to see that he was a little angry. "Many people will try everything in their capacities to have a word with me, but you dare to ignore my presence. Don’t you think you must act a little if you want me to invest?" His voice was low but filled with anger and threats. She bowed her head and mumbled a small apology. That's when she remembered the situations she was in.She looked at the man in front of her and asked, “Sir, why are you interested in investing in my father’s company?” The man was visibly surprised but he still answered while drinking from his glass, “Because I heard that his daughter was quite a beauty and that he was protective of them. So when he proposed his project, I accepted on the condition of a blind date.” So, in short, he was saying he is investing because he just wanted a blind date,
They sat in an awkward silence until the man coughed twice to gain attention. Aurora was forced to look at him in the face since she believed that it's quite disrespectful not to talk to someone without looking at them directly. The man then folded his hands and looked directly at her. "So tell me, Miss Noels, what do you enjoy doing in your free time?" he asked, his voice unpleasant. Despite this, Aurora could not permit herself to show any sign of discomfort. She just looked into his eyes and smiled, "I enjoy reading in my free time, and sometimes shopping, and I enjoy hanging out with my friends." She answered the way 'Nana' would have answered, but personally, according to Aurora, there aren't many things that she enjoys. We can describe her as almost an empty shell since she doesn't have a passion for many things.He placed his hand on hers, but she gradually removed it to curl her finger around her hair. No one can enjoy being freely touched by someone he or she finds disgustin