Third Person’s POVAdam found himself in the midst of a dream. In this dream, he witnessed a woman lying unconscious on the ground. Despite his desperate attempts to reach out to her, he couldn't grasp her hand."Come on, just a little bit closer!"With each step he took, his breathing became more constricted. There was a tightness in his chest, whether it was guilt or his conscience weighing him down. Nevertheless, despite the struggle, he made up his mind to hold her hand. Even if it meant enduring excruciating pain, he was determined to do the right thing this time."I don't seek your forgiveness. I will forever atone for my sins."A bright light surrounded him. As Adam caught his breath, he surveyed his surroundings. His nightmare had come to an end, yet a part of him couldn't shake off the feeling that it wasn't yet time to relax."Boss! Are you alright?""I was so worried you were going to leave us!""Boss, do you recognize us? You were so close to death!"He sat up straight, bu
Third Person’s POVSebastian's concern for Agatha was growing. Ever since that night, he hadn't been able to reach her. She had been absent from their night review classes."Should I just go and check on her?" he pondered.He didn't want to run into Sua, whom Agatha had introduced as a distant relative. But he couldn't shake off his worry for her.As Sebastian continued riding his motorbike, he contemplated on how to meet her. Just as he was about to turn the steering wheel, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in his peripheral vision.He immediately stopped the bike and looked towards the direction where he saw a lady standing on a balcony."Is that just my imagination?" Sebastian wondered, his eyes fixed on Agatha.There she was, standing on the balcony of a grand mansion!At the same time, Agatha, who was taking a moment to gather her thoughts, averted her gaze. She locked eyes with the guy standing below. Instantly, she recognized him.'What is he doing here?!' She silently e
Third Person’s POVVincent couldn't believe that he had spent the entire night wide awake searching for Agatha, only to come up empty-handed. With just four hours left in the day, it felt like a never-ending search. Even the assistance from the police seemed futile.Feeling lightheaded, he pulled over to the side of the road and took a moment to collect himself. He hadn't eaten anything except for a bottle of water. The constant worry had taken away his appetite, and he couldn't help but imagine all the dangerous scenarios in his mind."Where in the world are you?!" he exclaimed, slamming his hand on the steering wheel. He then rested his elbow on the windowsill and pressed his forefinger against his temple, tracing a circular pattern.With each passing moment, his hope began to fade. He had wanted Agatha to leave her brother's life, but not like this.He barely whispered, "I never intended for you to distance yourself from me either."Now, he was filled with remorse for his actions f
Third Person’s POVIt was well past midnight, and Mikhail found himself unable to sleep. He couldn't help but keep glancing at the clock, hoping that sleep would finally take hold of him. However, every time he thought about his conversation with Agatha earlier, it felt as though he had consumed an entire gallon of coffee.Frustration welled up inside him, and he cursed at himself under his breath.‘Sh*t."He couldn't understand what had possessed him to confess his lingering love for Agatha. The courage he had summoned in that moment now seemed foolish and reckless.Mikhail let out a heavy sigh as he glanced at his phone, hoping to see a message from Agatha. Disappointingly, there was nothing.“No message at all.”Despite receiving multiple messages from other women vying for his attention, he only had eyes for Agatha. He had reached out to her, and now he anxiously awaited her response.A wave of doubt washed over him, and he muttered to himself, "As if Agatha would ever come back t
Third Person’s POV"So, is she alright?" Lanceil asked, his voice filled with concern, as he slumped onto the couch."Yeah," Vincent replied on the other end of the phone. "She mentioned that she's with her friend at the moment.""If that's true, why didn't she reach out to me?" Lanceil groaned in frustration, biting his already swollen lip."Actually, she lost consciousness on the street last night," Vincent explained."What?!" Lanceil exclaimed, jumping up from the couch. His body trembled with a mix of fear and anger at the thought of his beloved collapsing helplessly on the street. He couldn't help but blame himself.Was it because they had been intimate multiple times?Damn. If he could, he would punch himself in the face."It seems she dropped her phone somewhere while a passerby took her to the hospital," Vincent added.Lanceil ran his fingers through his hair and squeezed his eyes shut. "Oh my god," he muttered. When he opened his eyes, he spoke in a softer tone. "How did you
Third Person’s POVAgatha was restless all day long.She kept pacing around her room as her mind was consumed by three main thoughts.Firstly, Sebastian. He discovered by accident that Agatha lives in Brett’s house for a moment, causing Agatha to lie.Secondly, Lanceil. She only had a chance to talk with Lanceil’s brother, Vincent. She is Lanceil’s girlfriend and it should be normal for her to contact him first. But here comes the third problem.Brett.Brett doesn’t want her to contact Lanceil, and he recently ended the slave contract between the two of them.“I tried my best to fulfill his wishes. Why did he suddenly back out of our agreement?" Agatha wondered.Agatha should have been content, but her heart belonged to Lanceil, with whom she was in a relationship. She felt torn.She longed to leave the room and take action, maybe even confide in Lanceil. However, she couldn't. The killer, Maxine, remained at large. Despite not knowing the mastermind, Maxine's threat couldn't be ignor
Third Person’s POV Brett was feeling a mix of emotions after Sebastian interrupted his attempt to kiss Agatha. Confusion, annoyance, and a hint of regret. Was he happy that he didn’t make any mistake? Or was he mad that he couldn’t follow what he desires? Anyway, time went on and Sebastian joined Brett and Agatha for dinner. Sebastian stared at them alternately. He raised his brows before saying, “So, what I saw before is someone helping Agatha to get the dust out of her eye, huh?” Sebastian questioned Brett, who remained silent. Brett did not answer. However, Agatha quickly jumped in to clarify the situation. "I've told you before, he's my uncle. Don't jump to conclusions," she defended firmly. Brett couldn't help but be impressed by Agatha's quick thinking. Not only that, but she seemed getting better in lying. "Alright, let's go with that,” Sebastian said with a grin directed at Brett. Brett continued eating his steak, chewing thoughtfully as he observed Sebastian. "You kn
Third Person’s POVA chilly evening.A clear night sky.Under the watchful gaze of the moon, Mikhail cautiously entered his father's dimly lit room. Despite the soothing sound of the clock ticking, his heart raced with anxiety. The air felt heavy, almost suffocating, as he scanned the room for any clues about the mysterious phone call he overheard.The words questioning the failed assassination attempt on Agatha continued to haunt him, causing his mind to spiral into chaos. Sleepless nights were spent in tears, desperately hoping it was all just a figment of his imagination.Exhausted but determined, he finally mustered the strength to confront the truth.'I need to know what he's plotting to harm Agatha!' he made a remark.His search finally paid off when he stumbled upon a brown envelope tucked away in the final drawer of his father's desk. It was a hidden gem, only revealed to those who knew about the secret storage at the bottom of the cabinet.Mikhail couldn't help but glance ner