All Chapters of The Fourfold Desires: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Fiona’s POVRowan, Lyn and I set out of Lyn’s car almost at the same time, slamming the doors closed in rapid successions. I heard Rowan release a low appreciative whistle as she stared at the massive mansion that was Jin’s home, The estate was sprawling, surrounded by perfectly manicured lawns that stretched out like a velvet green carpet. Tall wrought-iron gates, adorned with intricate gold filigree, stood as the entrance to the property, guarded by two stone lions that seemed to watch her every move. Beyond the gates, a circular driveway paved with polished cobblestones led to the mansion, where a sparkling fountain with cascading water stood at its center, its marble figures so intricately carved they seemed almost alive.Rowan let out a low appreciative whistle as she stared at the massive mansion that Jin called home. The mansion itself was a masterpiece of modern opulence, a blend of glass, steel, and white marble that gleamed even in the darkness of the evening. Floor-to-cei

Fiona’s POVI felt rooted on the spot. Like thick green weeds had manifested from the floor and slowly yet persistently wrapped and tangled it’s thick roots around my legs, holding me in place and seeping poison into my body through my skin. Why did they have to be here? Why now? What do I do? I couldn’t beg someone to take my shift when it’s just my first day and I had just clocked in. It would be weird, not to mention unprofessional. Jin was the first to notice me. Genuine surprise and shock filtered his face as his eyes locked with mine silently before averting his eyes like I was invisible. Short of the surprise and shock which had vanished from his face, nothing else was there. It was just blank like a marble. Somehow Helena noticed something was off with her lover because she glanced at his blank face then turned to scour the restaurant with a possessive vicious gleam in her eyes which turned into a saccharine smile that was utterly vile on her lips.She whispered something

Fiona’s POV“Have you eaten yet?” Lyn asked. I started at his question then stared the brown packaged meal. I had forgotten about the food for a brief moment, too happy from seeing them. “Uh, no. Not yet. It’s not time for my lunch break yet. But thank you for this. It was very thoughtful of you, Lyn. I appreciate it.”Lyn smiled. “No worries. Happy to help.”Rowan gave another eye roll then slapped a palm over Lyn’s smiley face in a nasty face palm that made me grimace from the sickening sound. “Anyways, we’re are ready to order. I don’t know about him, but I’m starving my brains out!”Lyn successfully peeled Rowan’s fingers one after the other off his face then shot her a filthy look. “Must you always be rude and uncouth every single time?”Rowan blew him an air kiss and flashed him a bright smile. “You know you love me.”Lyn snorted in disgust then turned to me with an exasperated smile. He turned to me, “What do you recommend?” “For you I’ll recommend either the Rack of lamb wit

Fiona’s POVI couldn’t describe it completely—the emotions coursing through every cell that made up my body feel numb. It felt like I had disassociated from my body and my soul was left floating away into blissful oblivion. “Fiona? Fiona. Sweetheart, can you hear me?” a voice called from a great distance, sounding muddled and slurred. The violent shaking eased but persisted, rattling my soul back into my body, forcefully fusing my soul back into my battered body.Slowly, I got sense and feeling back into my body, beginning from my fingertips where warmth seemed to seep from, before spreading to other parts of my body, kindling life back into my body. I gingerly turned my head to stare into my rescuer’s face and frowned dazedly, still reeling from shock, “Kai?”“Oh, thank God!” he breathed, pausing his relentless shaking to gently cradle me into his arms. “Are you alright? What am I saying, of course you’re not. Are you hurt anywhere?”I frantically shook my head in response. Some of

Fiona’s POVThe college was buzzing with unbridled excitement as the biggest event of the semester was forthcoming. The annual school anniversary. This anniversary was the most anticipated event of the year, an evening where tradition and excitement merged into a spectacle of elegance and camaraderie. It wasn’t just a celebration; it was a grand gala that left a lasting impression on everyone who attended. The rule was simple but nerve-wracking: each student must choose a dance partner to share the spotlight with. This one expectation was the talk of the campus weeks before the big day, sparking debates, excitement, and occasional bouts of nervous anticipation.The cafeteria buzzed with lively chatter as students discussed every detail. “What are you wearing?” one would ask, eyes wide with curiosity. “Who’s your partner?” came the inevitable follow-up. Even the quietest corners of the library hummed with whispered plans and exchanges of dress catalogs. The air was electric with poss