Color-changing fiber optic chandeliers brightened the palatial lobby. Gentle spurts of water shot up into the air, drawing splashes to the ears as they fell back into the concrete fountain basin. Hotel attendants in red and white suits stood upright by the glass door, wearing bright smiles even though night had fallen. Clover stretched her neck, looking past the people lingering around. Danise was sitting in the azure coach at the back, tapping the premium room cards in his hand on the table. At his side was Stella, pulling down her mask and accepting the iced lemon tea Kenny offered. "Little D—" Kyle cleared his throat; his voice still thick from his previous cries. "Hey!" He called again and flumped down on the seat next to Danise's."I thought you were going to spend an eternity at your Level 100." He shot him a sidelong glance. "You brought her to Level 100?" Stella asked, almost shrieking when she saw Clover appearing beside him. "Even I've never been there!" "Chillax! It's n
The next morning, Kyle woke up to raucous noises and loud bangings outside their room. Upon opening his eyes, he was surprised to find himself halfway down the couch with Danise's leg resting on his abs. He frowned. The bottles of empty champagnes around seemed to be spinning. He shook his throbbing head and massaged the spot in between his brows. When he opened his eyes again, everything was back to normal. Thank God, the hangover wasn't strong.Right then, the incessant flashes on his phone caught his attention. They were the notifications from the morning news that he had subscribed. "Stella Kim, Kyle Lee, Danise Zhang are in Sonderella!""Quick! Quick! Grab this golden opportunity to meet your idols!""It's now or never! Your idols are here within your reach!" And similar headlines went on and on. With a frown, Kyle gulped down the glass of warm water he poured for himself. He jumped over the couch and peered through the lacy curtain. As expected, a large crowd was hoarding out
Kyle was back in his home studio. Rumors about him having a female personal assistant circulated and remained the top trending search for the past three days. This was the pain of being too famous. Anything about him spread ridiculously fast. Brandon lingered around the stairs outside, watching Kyle immerse himself in his work. He hesitated to enter the room. Sitting on the dynamic chair, Kyle had his Sony earphones on, listening to the beats of his new track. Little did he care about the ongoing online discussions. He took out a blank piece of paper from the drawer and began scribbling on it. "A semibreve in the first chord?" he mumbled, drawing signs only he could make sense of. "Maybe a half note here." He played the keys but frowned when the music didn't turn out the way he wanted. "Something is amiss. Which part did I go wrong?" He spun the pencil around his thumb while fine-tuning the track with the 48-channel digital audio mixer. He faded out the sound of the piano slight
Clover Hon. Clover Hon. Clover Hon. Clover counted the number of times her name appeared on the television. It seemed as though every channel was ablaze with news concerning her. True or otherwise, nobody seemed to care. They just wanted to keep up with the latest trending topic. When did she have a one-night stand with Kyle? Nor aborted a baby? Or even on sex drugs? Her hand holding the remote control trembled. She couldn't bring herself to change the channel again, knowing that it was going to be another disappointment. Maybe it wasn't her place to speak about pride, but those made-up stories the media amplified were going overboard. Sheer curtains were swaying in the wind, and pages of the unattended magazine on the table were left flipping. Propping her chin on her palm, she toyed with the purple succulents that looked like they were enjoying their moments of life better than her. Being a human was tiring. Having feelings wasn't a joyful thing. As tears welled up in her eyes, s
Yes, his plan succeeded. However, it was a plan that was going to ruin his friendship with Kyle. Brandon carried the unconscious Clover over his shoulder and threw her into his car. Bumping into anyone at this moment was literally sending him to hell. As he reversed the car, his foot went numb. He couldn't feel anything although he was stepping on the oil pedal. Sending a vulnerable girl into harm's way was going against Kyle's principles. He understood it very well. But it was either this or having those pictures exposed. There wasn't any third option or a win-win situation. He warned her! He warned her to stay away! He warned her to leave this place! She didn't listen. So now, it'd be her fault if anything bad happened to her... right? "Damn!" He slapped the steering and sped away. 'Don't waver. You're doing this for Kyle, man.' Upon reaching the entrance of the deserted place sent by the anonymous sender, Brandon hesitated once more. He surveyed his surroundings—a drab and
"Clover?" Kyle opened the door. But the face that appeared wasn't who he expected. "Hey!" Stella took off her boots and brushed past him as she entered the house. "What are you doing here?" He sounded cold. After what had happened at Sonderella, a fragment of doubt still lingered within Kyle. He didn't know if he should believe that she had nothing to do with it. Despite having known her for more than a decade, there were instances when he felt that he never truly knew or understood her. If she hadn't purposely acted lovey-dovey with him in front of the cameras when they left the hotel that day, he probably wouldn't have suspected her. But she did, so he couldn't help but wonder if it was her who had leaked their whereabouts to the media for the sake of getting entangled in another rumor with him. However, as much as Stella wanted to have rumors speculated about them, she shouldn't have involved Clover. Having no idea what was going on in Kyle's mind, Stella turned around and s
Clover entered. As soon as the warm familiar ambiance enveloped her, tears welled up in her eyes. She pursed her trembling lips and glanced around the minimalist house that kept her in when she had nowhere else to go. She ran her fingers over the cushion and let out a soft chuckle, recalling how Brandon stuffed his mouth with chips while trying to chase her away. "You know..." Brandon whispered, lingering behind her on purpose. He was trying to block her view from Danise, who was unknotting his shoelaces in the back. "Maybe—" "Don't..." She sucked in a deep breath. "Don't say anything..." Right then, Stella stormed out of the kitchen, her azure satchel bag dragging along the floor. Clover quickly composed herself and noticed that the red gift box was still inside Stella's bag—neatly wrapped. Upon catching a glimpse of the wet tracks on her face and the redness at the tip of her pointed nose, Clover frowned. However, before she could open her mouth to say anything, Stella returned
The table was set under the hanging gray pendant lamps. Steaks were served; champagne corks were popped. The birthday party was about to start. "Clover!" Kyle called while craning his neck to look past the wall. "It's all done!" Clover shook her head and blinked a few times, regaining her composure before she stepped out. Any hints of tears on her face might ruin her entire plan—the fake birthday plan. "Put on a good act, Clover Hon." She exhaled a silent breath, patted her cheeks, and got on her feet. With his arms folded, Kyle stood by the table and stared at the condiments—honey garlic sauce, salad dressings, and mustard. He seemed to have trouble selecting the sauce to go with Clover's steak. After a while of hesitation, he finally picked up the mustard bottle and opened its cap. Just as he was about to pour a small portion of it on her plate, he changed his mind again at the last second and took the honey garlic sauce instead. However, the honey garlic sauce wasn't flowing o
Sirens blared, cutting through the air, as Jack and his henchmen, hands cuffed, walked out of his mansion. The evening sun descended in a blaze of warm hues, casting a mesmerizing orangy glow that bathed the city in a soft, amber radiance. Was it to celebrate their victory? Well, perhaps it was. Pausing her steps in front of the entrance, Clover tilted her head and looked up at the sky. "It's finally a bright day." "I can finally live with myself now." Upon hearing that, Clover turned around, and the first thing that caught her eye was the sight of cuffs encircling Evelyn's hands. A relieved smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "I've surrendered to the police. This is what I owe you, Clover. I don't seek your forgiveness, but I hope you won't hate my child. I can tell that he cares a lot about you," Evelyn said, darting her eyes from Clover to Kyle at the back and back to Clover again. Clover tried speaking, but words couldn
"Kyle!" Clover screamed. Her face was filled with fear."Don't be scared, Clover. I'll bring you out," Kyle uttered, his eyes emanating a murderous aura as he glared at the man standing before him. "Tsk. What are you talking about? You're gonna die right here, right now," said that man. In a flash, he shuffled to the left and pinned his ankle to Kyle's, tripping him down the next second. Before Kyle had the time to react, the man swiftly seized him by the hair, unleashing a flurry of punches on his face.Clearly, Kyle wasn't his match, and in no time, his face was awash with blood.Tossing Kyle aside, the man grabbed the bat at the corner. As he dragged it across the ground, sparks danced at its edge, their eerie screeches piercing the tense atmosphere. Clover paled, watching him hold it above his head and thrust it down with all his might. "No..." She wept, shaking her head frantically. “Wait, Andrew.” A cold, familiar voice came through. As obedient as a dog, Andrew dropped the
The wind chime gently tinkled, and there sat Kyle, staring at the huge Amethyst Geode next to the 105-inch television. Its purple hues dazzled brilliantly. He flicked his gaze around. The walls were adorned with perfectly framed certificates, newspaper articles, and magazine covers featuring the nation's lawyer for everyone to admire.His uncle was indeed very successful."Oh my my my! Look who's here!" "Uncle Jack!" Kyle stood, reaching out for a warm hug."My boy!" He laughed, tightening his arms around him. "Life's good? I heard you just had your comeback not long ago."Kyle returned him an awkward smile and didn't say anything much. "What's wrong?" Jack asked, bending down slightly to meet his nephew's lowered gaze. "Want some drink?""My friend has gone missing, and I'm really worried." He sighed, his sentence trailing off with a rise in tone as he cast a doubtful look at his uncle. "WHAT?! MISSING?" Jack freaked out. Kyle arched his brows. Was he wrong about his uncle being
As fate would have it, Clover was back on the icy bed, her gaze vacant. She made no attempt to struggle or free herself, almost as if she had submitted to her destiny and abandoned all hope of leaving this place. She had been escaping since the tragic death of her parents. Yet until now, her efforts had proven futile. Exhausted and disheartened, she grew weary of everything. Jack tied Evelyn to a cross. "You lured me out for this, huh?" he hissed, sending a slap across Evelyn's face. "Who gave you the guts to go against me, slut?" "You should've seen this coming when you spilled the story. Did you really think I'd turn to you for help?" Her intense gaze remained fixed on him. "I'm tired, Jack." He smirked. "Don't you think it's a bit too late to regret things, considering all that you've done?" Jack casually walked over to the bed and sat beside Clover, tenderly stroking her from her hair down to her curves. Needless to say, he was craving for her body. Clover swallowed hard and
Clover followed closely behind Evelyn as they walked up the stairs.When they came to a stop, Clover stood on tiptoes and looked past the woman in front. A ray of light fell onto her cheeks like a comforting touch to her intimidated soul as Evelyn pushed open the ceiling.That was the exit and also the entrance to the hidden basement of the mansion. Poking her head out, Evelyn scanned the room, sweeping her glance across the piles of documents, the switched-on laptop, and the watercolor paintings adorning the marble wall. No one was in sight. She crawled out and reached back into the darkness for Clover's hand."Careful," Evelyn said. Clover joined her soon after. She darted her widened eyes around and paused at the hanging grandfather clock with the pendulum swaying at the bottom. The ticks were louder than usual; she couldn't help but be distracted. As her curious mind processed the surroundings like a buffering stream, Evelyn abruptly tore the maroon curtain, sending it cascading
Evelyn descended the curly stairs, shifting most of her weight onto the steel railing. She breathed through her lips. Creaks mustn't be heard, lest she end up doomed. As she moved forward, her heart pounded against her chest so hard that she thought it was just a matter of time before it leaped out. When she finally reached a grey stone wall, she hid behind it and stole glances at the view ahead. The men were there, standing with their feet apart while guarding the room in the corner. They didn't realize her presence. 'What should I do?' she thought, looking at her weaponless self. She darted her dreadful eyes around. The moment her gaze fell on a metal bat left abandoned underneath the dusty steps, a glimmer of hope illuminated her expression. Crawling on her fours, she dragged her body through the dirt and stretched out her arm. The weapon was too far. She couldn't reach it, but determination fueled her. Gritting her teeth, she hauled her body forward for another time, finally h
The middle-sized rented room reeked of aged furniture, a blend of alcohol and cigarette smoke lingering in the air.Frowning, Stella waved her hand over her nose as she glanced around, disgusted with the smell. In one corner, the uncleaned pans and pots were left huddled with the trash. Meanwhile, on the bed was a jumble of inside-out T-shirts that were stained by broths. Kyle took each step with full precaution. If he accidentally tripped and fell, he might need to spend hours in the bathroom getting rid of the stench. Obviously, this didn't seem to be the living place of a normal person, let alone the manager of a superstar. "Check around and see if we can find anything," Kyle said, casting a wary look at the broken cupboard that seemed to be toppling at any moment.As he pulled it open, a rusted hinge clinked to the ground, and a wave of musty clothes tumbled onto him within seconds. He flopped onto the bed, his hands now smeared with an unknown green slime—totally gross. Danise
Kyle stood by the window, biting his fingers as he waited anxiously for her to show up. She sounded thrilled when he called her just now. Brandon sat cross-legged at the table with Danise, busy skimming through their phone contacts to reach whoever they could. Clover was missing. And they were on their own. "Heyy guys!" Stella's voice resounded from a distance. "It's me—" Before she could finish speaking, she was forcefully dragged into the house. There wasn't even a need to knock. Her heels were flung off from her feet like there was a magnet repelling them away. Startled, she looked up and saw the three men staring at her. "W-What's wrong?" Nobody said anything. They moved closer, their intense gazes pushing her back against the long couch. "Guys... What's the matter?" Unable to bear the sudden overwhelming presence they exuded anymore, she quickly hopped over to the opposite seat. "Where's Clover?" Kyle asked. "C-Clover?" She darted her eyes in panic for a moment before s
The air hung heavy with a peculiar, musty smell, enveloping her in the clammy atmosphere. Each of her limbs was cruelly tied wide apart, leaving her vulnerable and exposed. Yes, Clover was undeniably awake, acutely aware of her dire situation. Her fingers subconsciously recoiled as water droplets seeped from tiny cracks above and fell onto them. The drug's effects were starting to wear off, and she slightly regretted that it did.She craned her neck to look out of the glass panel on the steel block that confined her. Two men were there; one on the left, and the other on the right.A continuous shudder coursed through her veins, every second reminded her that she was awake and was more conscious than ever. She shut her eyes, struggling to stop them from flickering. A glimmer of light shone onto her lids as the gray door opened, accompanied by the ominous sound of steps approaching. She dared not picture who they belonged to. Her heart leaped to her throat, and her muscles tensed. The