The soft music greeted Noah upon entering the club that Grayson owned. Just as he expected, the vintage-themed place was already filled with people. He recognized some of them, especially those who were in the big-time businesses, but he completely ignored them and headed to the room exclusively for Grayson to use.It had been some time since he last visited so he could not wait to hear what his friend had to say. Entering, he found the CEO already drinking whiskey so Noah immediately approached him."Tell me already," he said, wanting to know what had pushed the man in front of him to ask for his help. "Are you receiving death threats again?"Grayson shook his head. He put down his glass and grabbed the documents that his secretary gave him that day. He handed it to Noah."I want you to keep me informed about her," he said, piquing Noah's attention even more."Her, huh," he merely mumbled before going over the documents.He thought it had something to do with any of his rivals in bus
"Jackie... Why the sudden call?" Hestia asked with a friendly tone as if she had not gotten mad just a few seconds ago."Oh my gosh, Hestia... You will not believe what I am about to tell you right now. The girls and I are totally spooked," Jackie said while walking back and forth in front of her car."What? What happened?""Okay... Remember the time you turned down my invitation to come with us for a hike?""Yeah. I told you I will be out of town.""Exactly!" Jackie immediately responded. "Okay, so yeah... You are out of town, but just yesterday afternoon, we thought you were the person we saw in the middle of nowhere.""Wait, what?" Hestia questioned as she finally came to realize what was going on."The woman we met looked exactly like you, Hes. Like from head to toe, but she said that her name is Mavis, not Hestia. She and I spoke last night. I am more than sure that was real, not a dream because she even left a note before disappearing." Jackie took a deep breath. "Are you sure y
After pretending to faint, Hestia could hear the murmurs around her. "W-What happened?" Venice asked as she saw Hestia unconscious on the floor. She approached her and shook her shoulder. "Mavis, Mavis. Wake up!""I... We did not even touch her!" a woman shouted defensively. "We just spoke to her. She must be faking this!""You mean you ganged up on her," another woman said across the table. She raised an eyebrow. "It was obvious how you all are bullying her.""Shut up!" the other rebutted.While the others continued to argue, the bartender on standby approached Venice who seemed to have no idea how to deal with the matter. He carried Hestia with ease."Should we take her to the hospital?" he asked with a calm voice.Venice could only nod before following the lead of the bartender as they made their way out of the bar. They took Hestia in her car and drove to the nearest hospital. This was not something Hestia expected to happen so she just continued acting until they reached the hos
The next day, Hestia spent most of her time making the new set of clothes for Mrs. Charter. She only snapped out of her concentration when the doorbell rang for the third time. She raised her eyebrow since she was not expecting a guest that day. Either way, she left her working room and headed to the monitor to see who the unexpected visitor was."Diana?" she muttered before opening the door. "Did something happen?""You are not answering my calls and messages so I thought you were in trouble." Diana stared at her. "Wait... You still don't know?""About what?"Diana fished out her phone and pressed something before shoving it right in front of her face. It was about the news of Mavis Charter's return after three years of being missing. Hestia smiled at her."I saw that last night," she said with a smile before heading to the kitchen to prepare some food for the two of them. "And to let you know, the DNA test result came and guess what? Mrs. Charter is welcoming me back into her home."
Trigger Warning: Depiction of sexual assault and violence ahead. Proceed with caution.Yarrow was none other than the nickname for Hestia to keep her real identity hidden from the other members of the mafia. For her to be held as a hostage was more than enough reason for Maximillian to kill anyone.He grabbed the phone from the newcomer and spoke."Where is she?" he asked."Maximillian!" the man on the other side exclaimed with excitement. "It's been a while since we last spoke. As for your precious woman, it's better that you speak with her yourself."The old man holding Mavis captive held the phone towards her with a grin. "Speak, woman," he demanded before one of his men removed the gag in her mouth."H-Help me, Maximillian," she cried. "I... I cannot take this anymore. It's too painful..."Sobs left her mouth, stopping her from speaking any further. The moment the old man stepped out of the room, the tattooed guy put a hanky over her mouth to stop her from shouting just like the
Trigger Warning: Depiction of slightly detailed violence ahead. Viewer's discretion is advised.For some reason, Grayson felt something off with Hestia."What kind of favor is it?" he asked."Maybe you should get inside first." Hestia opened the door for him to enter. "It's raining."When the two of them settled in the living room, the first thing that Grayson noticed was the wedding dress displayed on the side. "You still have the blank check I gave you, right?" he asked, shifting his gaze to Hestia who just prepared him some snacks.She sat on the chair across from him and smiled."No," she replied, earning a confused look from Grayson. "I threw it away since that dress will never be for sale.""I see. As for the favor you mentioned before, what is it?"Hestia held her mug of chocolate drink with both of her hands. She stared at it for some time."When Mrs. Charter visited me the other day at the hospital, she showed me the DNA test result between me and her other daughter, Mavis C
Maximillian was confused since he had no idea who this Karylle or Kyler was. Even then, he still kept himself together and squeezed Mavis' hand."Hes... Who are they?" he questioned before lightly shaking his head. "More importantly, are you okay?""Karylle is the babysitter of my son, Kyler," Mavis replied as she took her hand away from Maximillian's touch. "And... I am not Hestia. I am Mavis."Before the mafia boss could speak, the doctor entered the room and checked on Mavis. The nurse with him started to put ointment on the cigarette burns on her skin to lessen the chances of it scarring. Meanwhile, Maximillian stood and led the doctor outside the room."You said before that Hestia's CT scan came out okay. Are you sure about that?" he questioned."Yes, sir. Here it is." The doctor handed him a copy of the CT scan. "Everything looks okay. There is no bleeding, fracture, or any kind of abnormalities so there is no need to worry about it."Maximillian stared at the doctor with a cold
Grayson was done preparing dinner and it puzzled him when Venice still did not come downstairs. Usually, she would be in the kitchen with him, watching him cook and prepare dinner. Just when he was about to head to her room, he received a message from Noah, his friend and the private investigator he hired to look into Hestia. "I don't know if you already saw it, but you should take a look at this." Along with the message, there was a link attached. Grayson clicked on it and it immediately led him to the anonymous that was still being feasted upon by the public. Reading through it, Venice was the very first person who crossed his mind. It probably had reached his fiance so he rushed to her room and, indeed, he saw her all wrapped in her thick blanket. Her small sniffles reached her ears. "I... I did not do it," she mumbled. "Why are you blaming me?" She repeated those words like she was chanting a spell. Grayson sat on the edge of the bed.