Angela was delighted by the stars blinking up in the sky because it was such a warm night. It was already eight o'clock, and the silence of the night indicated that no other souls were awake except hers. She couldn't sleep thinking about the hidden painting on the 7th ceiling board in Leonardo's studio. Why was it hidden from the view of others? Who is the crying lady? She pondered. And their hand-painting made her happy. She could still see Lara's face furiously complaining about her as Leonardo's hand-partner in that painting. And the result was fantastic. They created a beautiful spiral design of such a colorful painting, with their hands visible as the last marks over the spiraling multicolor rainbow. And the thought of Leonardo wanting to hear her mention his name, "Leo," caused her to experience a slew of unexpected emotions. She was overjoyed just thinking about it. It was such a lovely word to say. Leonardo, she said, as she smiled. But she could also see and feel Lara's boili
Angela was stirring her coffee while listening to Leonardo and Lara's loud arguments inside Leonardo's room. Leonardo's decision to postpone their wedding enraged Lara. She wanted it done right away, but Leonardo was adamant about his decision. "What happened, Angela?" Mrs. Gale asked as she emerged from the market with her purchases. "It's Miss Chavez and Leonardo," Angela responded. "Are they fighting?" "Yes," Angela replied as she sipped her coffee. "About what?" "Leonardo, postpone their wedding." Mrs. Vera joined them later, concerned about Lara's rage. But after a few minutes, Lara emerged into the kitchen, crying and enraged. "I know someone influenced Leonardo to change our plans!" Lara was cursing and swearing at Angela. "I knew it was you; you poisoned Leonardo's mind, you bitch!" "I didn't do anything, Miss Chavez," Angela responded. "It's his decision, and I have no power to change it." "What happened, Lara?" Mrs. Vera inquired, expressing sympathy. "Leonardo p
The silver cane flew to the ground as Leonardo shoved it away."What's the matter with you?" cried Angela."I don't want to use that cane; it belonged to the rudest old man I despised.""Don't talk like that to the old man.""He's not a good role model for me; he despised me as a child and wished to have a beautiful girl grandchild.""That's odd," Angela remarked. "But, as Mrs. Gale told me, he died a long time ago."Leonardo was deafeningly quiet. And Angela tried to calm him down because it was the first hour of the day."You can't hate dead people like that, Leonardo," Angela sighed. "Living with hatred will make it difficult for you to do the right things in your life. It's a curse. ""He was the family curse; I saw my father suffer as a result of his strict house rules. Fortunately, he died before I had the courage to punch him."Angela had started yet another bad chapter in Leonardo's life. And she was sorry. After a long time, the silver cane opened it."You have to forgive him
Time flies, and each day becomes more exciting for Angela. Leonardo was eager to paint the second painting after "Perspective of the Blind." After their walk, Leonardo decided to create the second painting with Angela. And they're going to make a finger painting. "What are we going to do in finger painting?" Angela inquired as if she were a child. Leonardo and she were both at ease in each other's company. "It's in the title, the finger painting," Leonardo said, smiling. "It should only be painted with our fingers." They were in the middle of the studio's small hall. And the canvas was spread out on the easel in all of its primary colors. Angela was staring at it nervously. "Give me your hand," Leonardo said softly. Angela passed her hand over Leonardo's, and Leonardo caressed it. "You really have soft hands and small long fingers; it's so nice to squeeze," Leonardo teased. "I'm excited to see the outcome of our second painting, Leonardo," she said, aware of Leonardo's hand move
Lara rushed into Leonardo's room and complained. "Leonardo, I don't want to stay in Esmeralda's room. Please, I want to be with you all the time; let me stay in this room with you." "Sir, where am... ups!” Angela said as she entered the room, taking a step back when she saw Lara clutching Leonardo's elbow. "I'm sorry, I'll return later." "Can you switch your room with Lara, Angela?" Leonardo stated. Angela came to a halt and returned her attention to Leonardo, saying, "No problem, sir. We can swap. " Leonardo said. "Then move your belongings to the pink room." "Yes, sir," Angela said as she returned to the pink room and paused at the open door, looking around. And her heart was racing at the prospect of occupying the mysterious room. "If you want to help clean this room, take the broom," Mrs. Gale said from behind her. "Miss Chaves is staying in my room, Mrs. Gale," Angela said as she began to sweep the floor. Mrs. Gale was perplexed by Angela's decision to stay in the pink roo
The moon was bright, and its illumination of the trees in Vera's mansion orchard was fascinating. It sprayed a silver dust mist over the flowers in the small garden. And the city lights below produced a swarm of bright pearl beads. The cold wind had entered the room through the open window in the pink room where Angela stood motionless, looking down. "Esmeralda," Angela said softly. She had no idea she would end up in the dead girl's room until that moment. It did, however, excite her. Angela was still perplexed by Lara's terrified expression as she remained in the pink room. It was late at night, but she was still awake. The night's silence was unsettling. She was about to shut the window when she noticed movement in the orchard and a white image flashing moving beneath the orchard. "The lady in white," she mumbled excitedly, electrifying her guts and propelling her out the door and down to the orchard. Angela was certain she wasn't dreaming or imagining things this late in the evenin
Angela was back in her room, staring at herself in the mirror in the pink room. She imagined Esmeralda doing the same thing she was doing. She was dressed in a floral-designed off-the-shoulder short dress and was wearing light lipstick and staring at a small bottle of expensive perfume labeled N'5 Chanel Perfume sitting on the dresser. So this was how Esmeralda smelled. Angela pondered as she examined the red bottle. She opened the bottle and sniffed the scent. "Wow," Angela hushed, as she then sprayed the scent on her wrists and shoulders. She closed her eyes and inhaled the expensive scent of the air, and then exited the room to do what Leonardo had asked her to do. Lara was assisting Mrs. Gale in the kitchen as she prepared breakfast. Mrs. Vera remained in her room. "Leonardo liked my crispy fried chicken, Mrs. Gale," Lara said with a smile. "Please hand me the tray, and I'll prepare Leonardo's breakfast," she said, eager to serve her fiancé. During her stay in Vera's mansion, La
Angela frowned as she asked, "What are you trying to prove to me, Fredrick?" "I'm just telling you the truth; this is a matter of confession," Fredrick said with a sad expression. "It's Lara's fault; she wanted all men to worship her as if she were a goddess, and she was suffering from her unusual sexual desire." "How come you're telling me this?" "Because I like you and want to be your girl." "I'm sorry, Fredrick, but getting into relationships isn't in the cards for me." "However, you needed someone to watch over you." "I can defend myself against any harm," Angela stated categorically. "And I don't need a man right now." "Everyone needs someone to talk to and love," Fredrick explained. "You are not exceptional." "I have to go now," Angela said as she picked up the basket of fresh oranges and prepared to walk away when Fredrick grabbed her hand. "Please allow me to assist you, Angela." "No, Fredrick," she said as she walked away, "I don't want you to help me because I have
Mrs. Gale was approaching her quickly, raising her knife-wielding hand to kill her.Angela swooped down from her side and pushed Mrs. Gale against the wall. However, she cut her elbow with the knife she was holding. Mrs. Gale then prepared for another attack, but a gunshot echoed through the tunnel, causing it to shake."Stop it, Mrs. Gale!" Leonardo's voice came in frantically. His steps echoed as he dashed in to prevent Mrs. Gale from attacking Angela again. But she was fighting to be free of Leonardo. And screamed. "You're going to die, Leonardo," Mrs. Vera hissed at him."You have to stop now, Mrs. Gale," Leonardo yelled, yanking her black shirt back and ripping it off. Then, Leonardo purposefully lit Mrs. Gale's back shoulder and noticed the rose tattoo that Camilla Mantissa had told him about. It also confirmed Mrs. Atilla Gale's identity as Mrs. Rosamarie Gale Mantissa. "You'll die like your father, Leonardo," Mrs. Gale yelled as she prepared to stab him. Because of this, Leon
Angela shook as she entered the pink room. It was a duplicate of the pink room above. And she wondered why it was built beneath the mansion, hidden from the master's bedroom door. The blood on the floor, however, made her tremble. Whose blood is this? She reflected.She slid open the cupboard attached to the wall, just as she had done in the pink room above, but there was one significant difference between the two replicated rooms: the chained chair in the nook. Angela touched the chair's arms and realized it was similar to an electric chair, with straps attached at the back that appeared to serve as a body strap.She took a step back as if her fingers had been burned by touching it. There was a stumbling sound coming from outside the room, followed by steps running in. Angela hid in the cupboard's back corner. Mrs. Vera's screaming voice, asking for help, filled the room as the steps became louder. Angela ran as fast as she could to find Mrs. Vera's voice, but it was cut off the ai
Angela was running fast and screaming for help, but the heavy rain began to fall, and her voice was drowned out. She struggled on the wet ground as she tried to see if the second gate, unlike the first, was unlocked. Her eyes were blurry from rain drops as she was completely soaked when she stumbled on the ground and her foot got caught on something. A man's body was found on the ground. Angela screamed as she recognized the man; he was the guard she was looking for, and he was dead. She crawled away from the corpse and struggled to run towards the second gate at the back of the mansion. But, frustrated by the locked gate, she screamed angrily. She shook from the cold and fear. The fence was too high to climb to exit the gate. "The gun," she remembered and ran back to the house. As she entered the living room, the floor became soaked. She tightened her grip on the knife and kept her ears alert. She dashed to the kitchen to check on Mrs. Gale, but she was no longer on the ground. "Mrs
It was already 8 p.m. when Mrs. Vera retired to her room She was not feeling well. Angela waited for Leonardo's call a little longer. But hours had passed and she had received no calls. Angela had a low tolerance for waiting, especially when it came to Leonardo. She was not comfortable with the fact that there was a mysterious tunnel beneath the mansion. She could feel that something ominous was going on in the house. And that lady in white was a great threat to all of them. Whoever she is, she must be stopped.Mrs. Gale joined her later. Mrs. Gale smiled. "Leonardo is fortunate to have you as a life partner. You're free to marry now that Lara is no longer in his life. Leonardo had only gotten a headache from that b*tch. It's a good thing she's in jail now. Better for her." "I thought you liked Lara for Leonardo," Angela said, looking at her."I've disliked Lara since the first time I met her. She was arrogant and cunning. She's fortunate to have been freed from the tunnel. " Mrs.
"Here's your coffee, Mrs. Vera," Angela said as she placed the cup on the living room table. Mrs. Vera was concerned about her son's journey. Mrs. Gale was in the kitchen preparing their lunch. They were all very excited about Leonardo's trip. Angela, on the other hand, was more interested in seeing the house blueprints."I'm afraid Leonardo was correct," Mrs. Gale said as she entered the living room, placing the bowl of cookies on the couch across from Angela. "What if we're not the only ones in this house?"Angela smiled as she remembered a movie, she saw a long time ago. A house with a secret passage beneath the floor. It's a horror film that she didn't bother watching all the way through.Mrs. Gale, on the other hand, insisted on her terrifying imagination about a haunted house."I don't believe in ghosts," Angela said softly."You have to," Mrs. Vera responded quietly. "I could feel it. Someone is watching us. They're keeping tabs on everything we do.” Mrs. Vera told them about h
Leonardo was holding a flashlight in his right hand, and Angela was holding one as well. They were looking at the secret door behind the cabinet in the studio's basement. "Are you sure you want to come with me?" Leonardo asked Angela one last time. "You can wait for me here.""I'll go." Angela insisted, "Waiting is the worst thing for me. I'd like to assist you in learning the truth about this house. This tunnel was constructed for a reason. That is a fact. And it was concealed from your mother. ""If she's telling the truth," Leonardo stated flatly."You doubted your mother?""She had kept my father's terrible secrets from me. She had no reason to lie to me about this tunnel.""I can see it in her eyes that she's telling you the truth," Angela said as she walked ahead of Leonardo into the tunnel's dark hole.After a few minutes of walking, they returned to the room where Lara was being held captive. "This room was designed for a crime," Leonardo mused."You're right," Angela said as
"Keep an eye on your steps, Angela," Leonardo warned as the two waved their flashlights inside the tunnel. Leonardo kept Angela's gaze fixed on the tunnel they were following, which led them into a door. They also smelled a foul odor in the tunnel, like dead rats. And they discovered things inside the dreadful room, where they found a black bag containing a bottle of acid and a man's cap."I remember this cap," Angela raised the cap and looked at Leonardo, "this is the cap of the man who threw acid in my face." She also discovered fatigue pants and a jacket on the corner. Angela recognized all of them as her assailant's belongings."So, Lara was to blame for your scarred face," Leonardo grumbled. "And now she'll have to pay for it.""Did you happen to know about this tunnel, Leonardo?" Angela inquired."No."They all gathered in the living room to talk about and analyze what had happened that night. Mrs. Gale was making coffee for everyone. Mrs. Vera was still trembling as she imagine
It's a coincidence. Her stolen pose and appearance in Leonardo's house were entirely coincidental, and she couldn't believe her eyes when she saw her face on the canvas. But it was genuine. Their paths had crossed before she planned to murder Leonardo, and that secret had followed her since the day she fell in love with him. She tried her hardest to sleep as Leonardo desired. Leonardo decided to check on Lara's apartment after Angela confirmed her belief that Lara was the real killer. And that would be the following day.She was staring out the window. The sky was too dark, with not a single star blinking. She then stood up to close the window when she noticed a white image below it. It was just a repeat of what had happened before. A woman in a wedding gown was walking around. Angela dashed as fast as she could to reveal the truth. But when she arrived at the studio's patio, the image had vanished, and Leonardo had exited the building."What happened?" Leonardo, concerned, inquired.
The man's shadow was approaching her. She wanted to scream, but he covered her mouth too quickly. She thought, "This isn't a dream." She wasn't dreaming as the pain from the man's grip increased. She tried to break free from him, but he was stronger, and she knew who she was. "Andrew?""Angela, I can't take it any longer." Andrew drew her into his arms as she remembered what Fredrick had done to her."Andrew? What exactly are you doing? " Angela pushed him away from her."I love you, and I want you to be mine." Andrew began kissing her on the lips, moving down to her neck and breast.Angela kept pushing and struggling and was about to scream again when the door suddenly opened and another shadow broke in, pulling Andrew away from Angela. And she saw how the tall shadow of another man punched Andrew in the face. And he collapsed on the floor.Angela was shocked to see Andrew and Leonardo colliding, fighting and kicking each other, and Andrew suffering more from Leonardo's fist."You tr