The room was illuminated by the moon and the street lights outside, and on the wall was a big picture of a smiling woman next to a man who was actually him.
His fists tightened, his feet rooted, and his face completely lost all color as he looked at the photo.He finally plucked up the courage to move forward and open the curtains, he looked around the empty room and saw that not a hair of her was there. He glanced at their wedding photo once more. He was taken aback by her beauty that, as years ago. He moved forward to touch the photo without realizing it and stood there staring at her for a long time, stunned. His eyes had gone from mist to a downpour as his hand found her face.Just then, something flashed before his eyes and there was an abrupt "Bang." echoed. His nostril flaring,enraged. He punched the picture repeatedly until his hand started to bleed and the picture shattered violently before he threw it to the ground.He leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, breathed deeply, and pounded his fist firmly. His breathing was shallow and heavy in darkness.Shortly after, he straightened his back and hurriedly turned to go.A cylinder figure emerged gradually from the shadows. She dropped to her knees and picked up the broken glass from the blood-stained picture frame. She ran her hand over the photo and remembered the moment, the man cradling her in his arms as he spoke."Laya do you know how much I love you ""I can kill and die for you"She smiled mockingly. "What a corny sentence." She broke the picture in two, tearing apart the man and woman, then took a shard of glass and stabbed him in the chest. The man's and her hand's blood combined, drenching the picture in blood. Her unspeakable love was evident in the mist of sadness in her eyes, and even though she appeared miserable, her smile never left her face. She got up and went to look out the window at the most opulent car that stayed there until morning. He was still sitting in the car, staring at the tiny, run-down house, despite the early hour of the morning. He did not seem stressed or worn out. He could not leave, not that he did not want to. The entire night, he believed that she was staring at him through the window with the same tender eyes, though the room was dark and the window was partially closed, obscuring his view. Nevertheless, she appeared to be standing there watching him. He was afraid that if he touched her, she would vanish, even though he wanted to run up and embrace her tightly. Seated in the car, he observed her as she stood behind the window.They would have been a happy family with a child if only she was not the girl he detested the most. His phone continued ringing, but he did not pick up the call or give a damn. He took a moment to pick up the phone and dial the number."Ascertain her condition within the cell. I require every specificity. Get it done as soon as possible."Years later, he plucked up the courage to ask where she was. Before the next person could say anything, he hung up. It was a while before he picked up his phone once more and dialed a number."I will see you in fifteen minutes,"His voice was calm and stern as usual. Ana Elrod angrily threw her phone onto the bed, but she did not hesitate to head to the Italian café where they usually meet. The sole child of the top five wealthiest families, Nobody, not even her parents, has ever treated her this way. She could not have put up with him for so long if he had not been the only man she loved.A lady in tasteful, designer clothes was breathtakingly gorgeous in a posh café. As she came in, every breath saw a glimpse of her. She went straight up to the man, who was sitting there looking very formal in his expensively tailored suit and opulent shoes."You did not come back last night."She put her handbag on the table and spoke up as she took a seat."Last night, you suddenly felt ill... All I could do was allow you to remain." His voice came out slowly, but clearly. "It is been a long time since we have known each other, and you know me very well... I hope there will be no second time." His remarks were harsh and blunt."Iden… I am sorry, but I cannot deny that you are the only man I have ever liked." With a hint of melancholy on her face, she looked at him as she spoke."You know what I detest the most, Ana?" It was a slow, icy-cold voice.Her voice trembled at the stare of his cold, lie-detecting gaze. "Deceptions" She dared not meet his eyes.He circled the rim of the cup with his thumb and said, "Hopefully, you will not make me hate you in the future."She lowered herself slightly to grasp his hands, sobbing with regret in her voice. "Iden, I am sorry... I promise never to make you hate me." She not only brought a business proposal to him last night, but she also had the audacity to act unwell, dutifully obligingly ignoring the fact that he was Iden Ruan.A couple sitting inside the café, their hands clasped, looked peaceful and romantic from the outside. People only look at them as if they were a perfect match.A long black jacket-wearing woman was standing outside the café. Her face was barely visible under the hood, her hands were tucked under the jacket pocket, and her purple-black hair hung loosely over both shoulders. Her slightly purplish-hued eyes were hazel-grey as she stared straight through the glass window at the man and woman inside. The coldness in her eyes grew progressively colder.Sensing the stare, the man seated inside glanced out the glass, feeling a little uneasy."It is her," he exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air and running out of the café.He looked both left and right, but the empty road was all he could see. A moment ago, she was standing there, staring with those doe like purple eyes, but in an instant, she was gone—vanishing into thin air. It cannot be his imagination, right? It cannot be a delusion once more, right? Ana came running out of the cafe"Iden... what's wrong?" He pivoted to locate Anna . "Nothing," he said, pausing for a moment before taking her hand and pulling her away "let's go."With great strides, he left the place, determined not to waste any more time and to tell her nothing. Just as they were leaving, a black figure emerged from behind a large tree not far from the café. She lit the cigarette while leaning against the tree, and in just one puff, half of it turned into ashes that disappeared into thin air and fell to the ground. Her cigarette and smoking style were not as elegant as the ladies out there, but rat
"You, what are you doing here"The woman woke up from her sleep and shouted at the person standing at the door of the room. "She is back... She is back from prison." "How is that possible isn't she in the cell for life imprisonment? How could she possibly return? You must be mistaken.""No, my informant can't be wrong." He had confidence in his men. With a wobbly leg, the man got onto the bed and held the terrified middle-aged woman. Her body was fluttering, and she could not say anything after hearing what her husband had said.In dark cornern of the room, the woman in black sneered and lurched away silently. She was uninterested in their conversation. She entered a vast library where thousands of books were lying in wait for someone to read them. Moving around, she took out book number 1017. The book was an old, romantic novel. But she was not here to read the book. She jiggled it vigorously, and a piece of paper fell out. She gently held the paper while maintaining the book's o
Tall, obstinate trees dancing to the light breeze and the sounds of passing birds as the dew on their leaves kisses the morning sun. The cutton in the white-painted room lifted a speck, and sunbeams fell on the sleeping man on the bed. His eyes quivered twice as he heard greetings from his associates. The first view he saw was not the beautiful one he dreamed about every night, but a white ceiling, and he realized he was in a hospital room."What'm I doing here?"His voice was hoarse and his head was heavy. He even felt a sort of pain in his neck. "Boss, we found you fainted and were unconscious all night. You had fever, the doctors said, you should stay under observation and rest for the next few days."He was surprised to learn that the night before he had a fever. He appeared to have seen her and even hugged her, as far as he could recall. But how did he end up passing out in the street? How come she disappeared? Once more, was it an illusion or a dream? No, that is not possible to
The man in the ward frowned as he looked down at his phone. His ambience was like a king with the authority to hold the world in his palm and spin as he wished. Clad in a hospital dress, he looked no less than Adonis. He was taller than six feet three inches, with a bull-like, muscular, and angular build, as well as prominent cheekbones, a prominent jawline, an elegant nose, and lips that were meant to be kissed. The most striking aspect of his face, though, were his silver-grey eyes, which had the angelic grandeur while perfectly capturing the essence of the living, breathing devil. enhances the shine in his black hair even more.It took him no more than fifteen minutes to wash himself off and grab the coat before strutting out of the hospital ward.His every step was confident and assertive, and as James followed, a group of people in black followed suit. He was tugging on his Rolex watch as James recited the schedule.The chauffeur reached forward to open the door of his black limo
A short-haired woman with a cute little face was lying upright on the couch, holding a novel in one hand and wearing a face mask. She was swaying in the air with both of her legs swinging out of the armrest. A lovely melody was playing in the background as a melodic voice filled the room.A brief moment afterward, she heard the door knock and a content smile appeared on her face. She placed her novel on the tea table and yanked out the mask as she strode to pull the knob, a confectionary smile spreading across her face. She dragged the person inside, but the visitor did not seem as pleased as she was. Ellaya jerked her hands from her grip, hurriedly entering the room, and barked at her. "How did you get my number?" Her eyes shot toward her. Whetted. "I have my way". She tried to reply with a smile. "You better not contact me if you love your life"; her eyes constricted as her tone grew sterner. "I love my life, which is why I contacted you." "But, more than anything else, I beli
The party hall was lavishly decorated with every imaginable detail. Men and women were laughing, drinking, talking, and displaying their status. Mr. and Mrs. Stone cut the huge cake, while holding each other's hands and smiling affectionately. Music played and couples danced. Only one man was leaning against the railing of the balcony watching everything with his colourless beautiful orbs. To put straight his hawk-like eyes searching for someone. People were perplexed by his presence today, much like he was. He was not a partygoer. The world knew that no one could make Mr. Iden Ruan attends their personal parties. Not even his immediate family. He never understood the concept of broadcasting their special day to the world and wasting the most expensive thing. Time. And despises wasting his time on such frivolous pursuits. But today, he was here to spend his most important time. BORED. He was smoking while leaning against the balcony. Men attempted to approach him but were turned away
"Sing with me, everybody.""Rock on."Rock the world!The crowd cheered."Rock the world."She jumped on stage. The masses jumped along side her. "Rock the world," she sang, pointing her microphone back at the audience, which had gone crazy with her. Her long, beautiful hair, adorned with various colors, hung in the air like a beautiful canvas.Her tall hourglass figure was tightly wrapped in black leather pants and a halter tank top with shimmery belts and jewels. Her confidence was palpable, as if she had been born to rule the stage. A group of beautiful women danced alongside her as her voice echoed throughout the hall, causing everyone to go insane and dance like there was no tomorrow.When the music stopped, she bowed to the audience and walked back through the crowd, leaving Masses shouting her name. "Ellaya ""Ellaya ""Ellaya"Hooting, shouting, and deafening noises filled the concert hall.She confidently exited the stage, tossing her headbands and wristbands with each mo
"You recently returned from France and successfully took over your hometown's business. I am very proud of you, my son."Iden sat across from his father, who took a seat behind his study table."Iden, as a mayor, my job is not only to serve the nation, but also to encourage young people to get involved in politics. Every individual's first and most important duty should be to serve their country. Politics is not just a game for retirees; it is also the responsibility of young people. And I expect you to support me in the upcoming elections to help spread this message.Devid Ruan, Iden's father, puffed off the pipe and pointed at his son. The man exuded pride in his son. Why not? He not only loves and respects his family, but he was also an extremely talented businessman. Ruan Industries was the name he took to the top, where he could only think. His grandfather's name was Ruan. He had begun his company on a modest scale, and he and his father worked assiduously day and night to expand