All Chapters of Embracing the Devil: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

I opened my eyes slowly, faintly hearing the drops falling in the intravenous drip. There was an oxygen mask on my mouth. My whole body hurt, but something kept telling me that I should be grateful for that pain – it was of sign of being alive. Once again I woke up in a hospital bed… This happened few too many times since I met Hiro, but somehow I felt I should get used to it. The same goes to losing consciousness… My inner, sarcastic sense of humor still worked, but I couldn't even force myself to smile. Furthermore, I felt to weak to even move my head. Could it be that the drugs that those bastards gave me were still that effective?“Ana… Ana! Can you hear me?” I heard a familiar female voice.Then I saw Melisa leaning over me. I tried smiling, but I guessed, it might have been hard for her to notice, especially when I was wearing an oxygen mask.“Do you hear me?” she repeated her question.I closed my

Three days past after I woke up from coma. Samuel decided that his observation is no longer needed, and that I could go “home”, whatever that word meant. From the moment I saw the footage Hiro didn't visit me even once. Thankfully, Melisa kept me company preventing me from going insane or falling into depression.According to Samuel, my physical state was getting better. As for my mental state… I woke up screaming in the middle of the night couple of times, but I hoped I was on the way to learn how to cope with all that happened. I wished I could have Hiro by my side, but I suppose he didn't know how to help me so he decided to “give me some time”…In the evening Melisa delivered some clothes for me, and brought me to Hiro's apartment in the center of Hong Kong. It was the first time I could actually see some glimpse of this huge city full of lights, I was mesmerized.“You will admire the view from Hiro's apartment, it

“Ana…? Ana, are you all right?” Kaisei asked, “You suddenly look… pale…”I kept staring at him motionless. There were tons of thoughts crowding inside my head, raising the level of panic in my body mercilessly.“Have I, by chance, just encountered the son of Hiro's greatest enemy?!” my mind was about to explode, but I had to do everything to calm down.I desperately tried to find the way to deal with this situation. Should I inform Hiro right away? But, how could I do it without raising any suspicions? I could only picture myself trying to act “normally”, which in case would DEFINITELY backfire right away. I decided to play it “cool” for some time at least…“So… you are Kaisei… Tsuchida?” I voiced out forcing myself to smile.“Yes. Oh… I just realized that I don't know your full name,” he laughed, scratching his foreh

Kaisei didn't see me. I instantly thought running away from that place… The nearest exit was right behind the group of men with him among them, going there was obviously out of the question. I decided to go anywhere, further away first. I got up from the couch and started walking, looking around and hoping to find another exit. I saw some door, I couldn't say where it led, but I was determined to get out of there even if that door was actually a closet!I was about to grab a door handle, when someone opened the door from the other side. It was one of the people from the staff, a Chinese guy. As soon as he saw me he started asking me something in Chinese, probably wondering what I was doing there. He caused the commotion I was desperate to avoid.“Do you speak English?” I asked, discreetly lowering my voice.“Little,” he answered, giving me a bit of hope to walk out of there.“Where is the exit?” I said slowly, ho

There are supposed to be five stages of grief – denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. I guess, my mind, heart, and soul didn't want to follow the pattern. First, I did my best to keep it together, and not to fall apart during the flight, yet it had nothing to do with denial. I was well aware of everything that was unavoidable to happen, including the fact that my emotions were doomed to burst out tearing my heart apart. It would happen sooner or later, but for now, I became emotionless… and infected by insomnia. I was unable to close my eyes through the entire fifteen hour flight. I drank coffee and water, but I couldn't swallow anything.The second I stepped out of the plane I started to feel dizzy. It was almost like there was not enough oxygen in the air I was breathing. I took my luggage and walked out the airport. I was losing strength, I felt like I was going to collapse any second. I was aware that sleeping in “our” apartment w