In Harvhey's dream, he saw a father who was spinning a young boy around with his arms until they both felt dizzy, and a proud dad who gushed over his son's art work and inflated the child's ego in any way. Harvhey was so happy, even though he knew that these are all just an illusion. A moment later, inside his dreamland, the boy saw the blood on his father's hand. When he tilted his head to his child's direction, he found the disgust and loath in the young boy's eyes. "You are... a monster," the kid cried and ran away.
A tear fell down.
Harvhey opened his wet eyes. The child in his dream vanished from his sight, and all he could see are the white ceiling and the IV fluid at the side of his bed. Somehow, he felt both fortunate and unfortunate that he woke up from the abyss of the past.
 
"Please protect my kid, please. Even if the world turned against him, stay by my son's side.""I will. I will."Minghao looked at his old master’s son who was standing in front of the slightly opened door. The hand around the doorknob was trembling. His mouth hanged loose while his eyes shook in tremor.For long years, Minghao wondered why the relationship between Harvhey and Joshua turned bitter like this; in a way that the son who despised his father, just stayed behind the door while looking at his sick old man.While serving Harvhey, Minghao can tell that his master does love Joshua. He did his best protecting the child even if he was being pushed away. It was as if he was fine following his son from the shadow, with hands on his curved back, because he couldn’t dare reach him within his grasp.After listening to Harvhey and Celine’s conversation, Minghao and Joshua now found out the truth. &n
Celine's POVI had a dream about my dad and a woman I've never seen."Do you still love him?" My dad asked."I always love him," the woman replied.The windows of my eyes opened carefully. When I woke up inside my dim room, I asked myself: 'How many hours did I sleep?It seems that when I came back at Jeon's residence, my tired body collapsed on my bed and now, I got little confused if it is early morning or evening since the sun was gone.I sat up then checked my phone. "6:36pm."Since morning, I've b
Celine's POVOnly few people have the privilege to witness the HongYoonChoi's leader's burial; the two remaining leaders with their children, mister Fredd, Wonwoo, I and his right hand, Minghao.Uncle Harvhey's burial place is a private location where white lily blooms and butterflies roamed freely. The wind was calm, not cold, not warm. I caught myself glancing at the next tomb where Mrs. "Glory Hong" resided.They say that death is the last place where you can prove that love lasted till forever. However, while I'm looking at Joshua's back as he stared at his parent's tombs, my heart sank deeply.'I wondered if his eyes went dried for crying so much, just like mine.'Jeonghan stood beside me, here on my right side and on my left side was his sister, Almond. What expressions did others make, I don't know. I was busy on my own; trying to sooth what's wei
Minghao unpacked his things at his new room, provided by the lord of Jeon's residence. Looking outside through the windowpane, he watched the scenery. It was the same heaven he admired but weirdly, it felt very different today.Isn't it because he's like an anxious cat who was suddenly brought into a new household?With a sigh, he fixed his eyes on the ground and remembered Harvhey's last will before he died.[Please protect that kid]Minghao won't ever try to oppose his master's will. Yet, just like what Wonwoo said before, serving Celine is against his wish. 'I wonder if I can wholeheartedly protect someone, even when my loyalty to master Harvhey is second to none,' such thoughts kept him awake.His butt fell do
Slave and his master don't eat together. Even during the monarchy dynasty, a servant mustn't sit at the same table with the nation's King; and that's what Wonwoo thought while looking at Minghao, sitting beside Celine."So, he's going to eat lunch with us?" a simple yet disrespectful question from him.Minghao's eyes slipped slowly towards the guy across them. The table is surely big, but the intensity their stares hold can feel by each side.What baffled Celine regarding her fake brother and her new aid was: 'Why can't they get well along together?' she asked deeply while switching her gaze to them."Your father..." Celine bit her tongue and looked around just in case someone heard her. Then she changed her first words, "I mean...father Fredd, told us that Minghao will be with me starting from now on.""I know," Wonwoo chuckled. "I didn't mean to shoo him away with my que
Celine's POVI'm not well informed about the organization's Hierarchy. But when Wonwoo said...[ Do you think that the two leaders will agree to bow their heads on Joshua?]Then I had a guess that the spot for being the leader is still a mystery. Even if uncle Harvhey surrendered his title to his son, the decision is still up to Jeonghan's and Seungcheol's fathers. 'Then what will happen to their ranking once the two leaders have declined?'"Do you want to drink wine?" Minghao inquired.To cover my anxiousness, I strolled around the house; walking in the garden, in the living room, in the kitchen...etc. Now that Minghao talked, I just found myself standing in front of the wine sideboard."Ahhh, y-yeah" I blurted out.Unlike me, Minghao doesn't display any sign of uneasiness. He just kept on follow
[Joshua is the new leader]"As expected."[Should we reveal her identity?]"No. We will wait for the perfect time."She dropped the call and looked at her wobbly reflection on the tea. Her skin is hanging loose and the top of her head has grey hairs. Hunching her back, the old woman folded her hands."All this time, you were hiding your daughter," she whispered, alone in her room. "But until the end, she can't escape your shadow." A sinister smile followed as her eyes seek for Celine's picture on the table.Who is this old woman? For Celine's father, she is someone that he never saw but he resented for a long time; the person responsible for his wife's death.The HongYoonChoi organization is not a playground. Everyone seeks power by killing and betraying. Celine's father was a
Third Person's POVIn China, people have beliefs that if a person displays his sad face while he's at the counter, then his business during that day won’t be productive. If there is only one Chinese customer in Celine's coffee shop, he might dash into the counter and might educate her to fix her expression right now.At the counter, the owner of the shop was pouting her lips. She kept on glancing at her phone as she waits for a certain person's message. No matter how hard she stared at it, she received none."At least, he should have informed me when he's going to visit," Celine sighed.A male customer walked towards the counter. The man is about 184cm height and has thin figures. He's wearing polka dots sleeveless top and ripped jeans partnered with metal skull belt. "Can I have a mango shake please? Large size," he ordered."Large size of mango shake," Celine repeated then typed his order on the computer. "What is your name? Sir?"