Blood ... blood everywhere ... it puddled on the floor and seeped through the grout between the white marble tiles. Moving slowly towards the rug. Splattered on the wall from the two gunshots through the back of his head.
She was standing by the stairs when it happened. It happened so fast. She tiptoed closer. He was face down, the thick red liquid dripping from his brain, gushes out of the bullet wounds on his head, and the smell ... she looked away. She couldn't bear to come any closer.
She gasped, covering her mouth with both hands. There was no way he was still alive. She saw his head explode and his body fell to the floor like a dead log. Even in the dark, it was clear to see the two shots went straight through his skull from a close range.
It felt like a terrible dream she couldn't wake up from. She was numbed in shock, her mind was playing the scene in slow motion, what could she have done differently to stop it? He was dead. She pressed the back of her hand against her clamped lips but it was no use. She let out a cry, and once it was out, it was like she had opened the gates of hell. A long agonizing howl belched out from the bottom of her gut. This can't be real.
"You killed him!" she turned her gaze to the man who had done this.
She stood with whatever strength left in her. She shoved him with both hands, "You killed him!"
The gun was still clutched in his trembling hand, he clenched his teeth. If he could turn back time, he would do it again. "There's no other way," his voice cracked.
Her scream exploded. There were no words to say. Just a long high pitch noise coming out of her mouth and he had to drop the gun and cover her mouth with his hand.
"Calm down ... he gave me no choice."
His lips were shaking, his face drained of colors, his eyes ... fearful.
"We can do this ... you and me ... we'll clean this up, get rid of the body and no one will know." He nodded profusely as if to get her to agree with him. "I did this for us ... don't you see? He gave me no choice ... I love you, Olivia, this is the only way we can be together peacefully ... he won't leave us alone ... he'll never leave us alone."
She pushed his hand off her mouth, "You're crazy ... you'll never get away with this." Her breaths were heavy from the immense pressure of his crime. "You killed a man."
"You did too ... you think you'll be free of this? I didn't kill him ... we did."
The realization of what he said left her stunned. She felt something was pushing up from her stomach. He was right. Even though she didn't hold the gun to his head, she was a part of it too.
She shook her head, "I can't do this."
She had one hand on her head and the other holding her abdomen. She looked around the murder scene and what was left of the man she once loved and maybe ... she still does.
"We can't get away with this ... you! You can't get away with this ... I didn't kill him, I never wanted him to die ... you did this."
He held her by the arms and shook her, "We did this, Olivia, you know that's true ... they will look at our relationship, they'll find we have every motive to do this and they'll put us in jail ... and for what? For wanting to be free from him? He'd kill us if we didn't do this."
He always had a way of rationalizing everything, even murder, justifying his every action but she was not convinced. "We don't know that ... he's not a murderer."
"I'm not a murderer! And look at what you made me do?"
The sudden spike in his voice startled her. "I did this for you ... you did this to me ... to him ... now we have blood in our hands but we can get through this together ... because that's all I ever wanted Olivia ... I just want to be with you."
His eyes softened, tears were pushing through its corners, "I can't lose you, baby, you're the best thing that ever happened to me ... I'd do anything for you ... you know that ..."
His grip loosened, he pulled her into his embrace, his whole body was shaking. He's not a murderer. The fact that he just killed another human being had just materialized in him. He was hyperventilating. He cried.
She stood still. Her brain froze. Her eyes stared into nothing. How did it all come down to this? How will they ever get through something like this?
She slipped her arms around his waist. The warmth of his body, the familiarity of it soothed her. Is it love? Can she ever love a person who had committed murder? Let alone murdered someone who was dear to her heart, no matter how bad it was, they were once deeply in love.
But this man loves her too, so much that he was willing to risk everything for her. She pressed her face on his shoulder and breathed his scent. This man would do anything for her, and he had proven it.
She clasped her hands together behind his back and felt the diamond ring on her finger. She sobbed. The ring was still on her finger, it had to mean something. She pulled back from him. She looked deep into his eyes trying to find something to convince herself of what she has to do next.
He was half the man he used to be, lost in the chaos of what he had done. He needed her.
She had to decide what she was going to do, and she had to do it fast.
It's been a while since she last went on a solo trip. She used to love doing it back in college. To travel to strange places she had never been, to learn the cultures, the food, meet new faces that she probably will never see again, to be anonymous where no one recognizes her or knew who she was. She finds it easier to connect with people without them knowing personal details about her. People are much friendlier, less judgmental, and not interested in prying on her private life when the encounter is brief, the conversations are on a need-to-know basis. No need for false pretenses. No drama. They will go about their day with a smile on their faces and a feeling of delight after meeting a nice stranger. But this was the first time she had ever been on a cruise ship. She booked an ultra-premium cruise line for a trip to Bhorma wher
Classy elegant semi-formal Chanel dress was the one she chose for her first dinner on the cruise. She recently purchased it for the sole purpose of her trip. She bought a few items for the vacation and even the tags were still attached to them. Blue is her favorite color, deep dark blue that matches her skin tone and her dark brown hair. She didn't want to be overdressed for the occasion, but she didn't want to be underdressed either. Ludus Oceania was a plush establishment, everyone must look like they belong in that ship. She always tries to dress the part. She grew up in a middle-class family, then she became a beauty queen and appearance was everything. Everything she owned, or put on her body was nothing less than posh. Olivia enjoys the finer things in life, it's what she had been accustomed to for some time. She had a cert
In her younger days, she would've stayed for a few more minutes to see what his game was. Too many of them didn't really have anything to offer personality-wise, and she was experienced enough to see that within the first 15 minutes of conversations. She's tired of first impressions that lead to nowhere, unimpressive sex at best, and weeks sometimes months of trying to get rid of them because they seem to like her more than she likes them. More than that, she has Declan now. The love of her life whom she married when she was 25 years old. The end of her search for the perfect man that every girl wanted to spend the rest of their lives with. Declan was hers. Her husband was the man who was able to convince her that she didn't want any other man in her life. He fulfilled
Roman was telling the truth when he said he was on that cruise for a job. He was 26 years old, single, and prefers women who are older than him. When he spotted Olivia by the side of the pool, his mind was fixed on her. She's beautiful. He couldn't get her off his head. When he said he wasn't following her, he was lying. The first thing he did after the initial sighting from the upper deck was to find out who the strikingly attractive woman in blue whose eyes have met him and send shivers down his spine. Adele Leighton, suite 401, staying alone, and nothing more. He had to conjure up his own theory based on that limited information. Suite 401 was a confirmation that she was a lady of leisure, only those who come from a certain social class can afford that cabin if it can be called a cabin at all. It resembles a Presidential Suite
One dance led to another. One drink led to another. She called it a night after less than two hours she was there. He was getting too familiar, and she was enjoying his company more than she should. "I can't." The two words ended the night and Roman thought he was losing his Cinderella just before midnight. He would smack his own head if he wasn't in public. They were chain drinking, he might have stood too close to her than she would've liked. His hands must've wandered to places that made her uncomfortable. "Stupid." They murmured to themselves when they went their separate ways. Olivia went back to her room in a hurry. She didn't even explain to him why the night had to be cut short abruptly. She walked away as fast as she could, and left him stupefied on the dance floor without a chance to redeem himself. She sighed a breath of relief when she got to her room. Locked the door and closed her eyes for a moment to wash away the hysteria that was still left in her. He wasn't tou
She was giggling while looking through her binoculars. Finally, she found the site she'd been wanting to see. A pod of dolphins swimming near the ship. They seemed to be having fun jumping in and out of the water close to the rumbling engines. Dolphins are one of her favorite creatures. They're mammals that live in the sea, they are technically fish with the intelligence of a chimp, and they behave like dogs, they even have a facial expression, they're always smiling. At least that's how she sees it. Watching them in their natural habitat was a different experience. The way they swim so freely in the vast body of water, they are in their element. They spun their bodies up in the air, racing against the boat while putting on a show, cutting through the water, their tail wagged as if to say 'hi', their excitement was contagious, she was grinning from ear to ear. A fluttering sound of a camera shutter came from her back. It was a moment worth eternalizing, it's very rare for that many
It didn't surprise him when she didn't show up at the Club that night. In fact, she was nowhere to be seen. He spent hours going around the ship with his camera pretending to be doing some work when he was really searching for her. She was isolating herself in her room, he thought. 401. He knew where it was but he wasn't going there. He had to give her some space, or she would shut herself completely and he didn't want that. What was his plan? When he thought about it, he really didn't have any. He only knew that he had met the woman he had always imagined would be his soulmate and now he was pursuing her no matter what the obstacle was. Isn't that what people do? She's married. That much he was sure of. Does she have any kids? How long has she been married? The more he thought about it, the more restless he got. He was already jealous of the man who was living his dream. It's not too late, he thought. There must be something wrong with her marriage, but then again, there's always s
"Looks like someone's gonna miss the boat," he said as he sat on the sunbed next to her. "And I won't be alone," she raised her glass at him before she sipped the special drink. He shrugged, "Well ... I'm supposed to stay on the island for two nights as part of my job." He smiled, his clear blue eyes were looking straight into hers. "Hmm ... What a nice coincidence." "I hope they know you won't be going back to the ship, you might want to tell someone about it or they'll call the police." She almost choked on her drink, "You're kidding, right? They would do that?" He raised his brows and nodded, "Technically they're responsible for your well-being as their passenger." She grimaced, and leaned back on the sunbed, "That's ridiculous, I don't have to do that." Roman laughed lightly, "You really don't abide by rules, do you? Let me make it easier for you ..." he reached into his pocket and got his phone. "I'll call them for you." She wanted to stop him from doing it, but he was to
The moment they arrived in London, a call came in. The family lawyer informed them that their brownstone house in Lancaster had burned. The lawyer would contact the insurance company, and an investigation was underway. Declan left the matter to his lawyer's hand. He told them they could not return because they had just arrived and Olivia was not feeling well. They will have to do all interviews and communication through video calls. A few days after that, the news broke. Bodies were found in a family home in Chestnut. A mother and an 8-year-old boy they assume were her son were found in their car. It seemed like they had been dead for a few days. The police were looking for the husband. The scene indicated that the two deceased people had died from asphyxiation, an apparent murder-suicide inside the car. However, the car was already turned off when they found them. Someone was already there and failed to report the incident. Gil Isaac was now a wanted man.
Somewhere in Chestnut lies the body of a mother and son that had yet to be discovered. They had to go on knowing this and not do anything about it. They had to act as if everything was normal and they were leaving for London as scheduled. Their bags were packed for a month's stay, they left their instructions to their employees and gave their house staff a paid leave. Declan leaned on the doorway while Olivia was already waiting in the car. He looked around one last time to see if they had everything they needed. His eyes fell on the Blue Flame. He had bought the piece from Roman early on when he didn't know what it truly meant for any of them. "A blue flame represents many things to many people. It represents illumination and enlightenment. It could mean destruction and renewal, spirituality and also damnation ... it depends on which aspect you can relate to." Roman's voice echoed in his mind. "While blue is a color that presents coolne
Declan ... my love ...If you're reading this ... that means I'm gone ...I have been contemplating this decision for the longest time.Our last meeting convinced me there is no hope for me ever to be together with you again.I don't want to live without you, especially when you love someone else on this earth.God knows I tried to do that, and it's killing me inside. It might as well kill me forever.Damien is such a sweet boy. He doesn't deserve this. He doesn't deserve an unhappy mother who's always bitter and angry because she couldn't be with his father, who has no love for either of us.He doesn't deserve to be in a world where he is not loved and treated like he didn't matter. I couldn't give that to him because I can't convince you to be the father he deserves.So I'm not leaving him behind. He is mine. He is my heart and soul.I promise this won't hurt. Not as much as knowing that you don't love me.I hope you find what you lost wit
The silence was deafening. The clock on the dashboard said 3.30 AM. They had probably been cleaning since 12 AM. She could still smell the blood though she couldn't pinpoint where it originated. She scrubbed herself clean almost to the point where she scratched off the first layer of her skin. But the scent remained. They drove for almost an hour when Declan pulled to a construction site. She took a glance at the sign as they entered the area. It was one of his company's ongoing projects. They were building a factory. Heavy equipment was parked all over the site. The land was dug up in the middle. She started to get the idea of what Declan was planning on doing. "They're scheduled to dump the soil in the morning ... they had done the inspection yesterday. I'll dig a shallow grave, and they'll cover it up with tons and tons of soil in the morning," he sounded confident. She looked at him with an empty stare, still unsure about everything they were doin
"What?" Olivia froze. Her relief was short-lived when she realized it wasn't Roman. Panic sets in almost immediately. "Who the hell is that?" she was reluctant to look closer. The sight of blood on a dead body was not something she wanted to observe. Declan was breathing heavily. He shook his head and stroked his hair. "Get the tarp, Livy ... get some tapes and plastic, whatever we have ... hurry!" She ran down the stairs. She wasn't thinking anymore. She just did what Declan told her. "Oh ... God!" Declan muttered to himself. He rubbed his face with both hands. He was sure it was Roman when he first saw the dark images on the CCTV monitor. He checked the pockets of the dead man in front of him. He took everything he could find from the corpse. Gil was dead. Blood was still leaking out of his wounded head through the soaked cap. Declan would've seen a clearer image through the monitor if he hadn't worn that cap. Or not. His
She was in a haze. Everything was blurry. It was as if her mind was filled with fog, and tears were filling up her eyes. Declan was talking. He held her by the side of her arms. She remembered screaming, and Declan put his hand over her mouth. This was not really happening. The next thing she heard from Declan was, as the fog was getting clear, "We can do this ... you and me ... we'll clean this up, get rid of the body, and no one will know." He nodded profusely as if to get her to agree with him. "I did this for us ... don't you see? He gave me no choice ... I love you, Olivia, this is the only way we can be together peacefully ... he won't leave us alone ... he'll never leave us alone." She pushed his hand off her mouth, "You're crazy ... you'll never get away with this." Her breaths were heavy from the immense pressure of his crime. "You killed him." "You did too ... you think you'll be free of this? I didn't kill him ... we did." The realization o
She woke up in a daze by a beeping sound from the computer. It took a few seconds for her to recall that they had fallen asleep on the floor of his study. Declan was sitting in front of his computer. The look on his face sobered her up. "What's wrong?" she asked as she gathered and put on her clothes. "Sshh ..." he put his index finger to his lips. His eyes were nailed to the monitor as he clicked away with his mouse. "Someone's in the house." Her heart fell to her stomach. "What? What do you mean?" she whispered and hurried to dress. Declan stood abruptly from his chair and switched the light off. She looked at the computer monitor to see what he had been looking at from the CCTV, but it was turned off. "He's upstairs ... he's going to the bedroom," he walked back to his desk and got a key from the drawer. She was numbed by fear. "What are you doing?" He didn't reply, but she immediately knew he was going for his
He said it. It was done. He had severed the tie that bound him with his entire life, his family. But Livy was his family. She had been for more than 15 years. She was the family he chose for himself. He had done more to keep his relationship with Olivia than anything he'd ever done to be a Hunt. Was he an idiot, like his mom said? Maybe. Whatever Olivia did with Roman made him even hungrier to win her back. It was his nature. It was how he strived to be the best in business. It surprised him. The relief he felt after telling his mom. He was free now. No more judgment of who he chose to be his wife, why they had not yet had a child, or what he decided to do with his marriage. His life was finally his own. He couldn't believe he waited that long to do the one thing that could've saved his marriage from the start. He walked into the silence of their home. It was the only thing that mattered from then on. To build back what had collapsed beneath their feet. The woman he
Declan sat in the dining room, waiting for his mom to enter in her fashionably late manner. This time she brought some files with her. Her sumptuous smile subsided when she saw her favorite son looking scruffy and worn out, as if he hadn't showered or eaten in days. "You look like you just crawled out of a cave ... what happened?" she sneered. He stood up and kissed his mother's cheek, "You look lovely as always, Mom. How are you?" "I'm as well as I can be," she sat on the chair next to him and put the files on the table. She turned to him with a concerned look on her face. She touched his arm, "Is there something wrong with your business?" "No ... business is good," he said. She raised a brow and turned away, "It's your home then ... where is your pageant wife, anyway?" Mimi started to look through the papers in front of her. He rubbed his temple. He was not in the mood for his mother's cynical remarks. "Why am I here, Mom?"