Third Person’s POVAdam stepped into the abandoned warehouse, his eyes scanning the dimly lit space. And there, right before him, stood the assassin who had come so close to ending his life.As he took in the scene, Adam's brows furrowed and his jaw clenched in anger. He couldn't bear the sight of Maxine sitting there so calmly, solving Rubik's cubes as if nothing had happened. Determined, he approached her."Hey," Adam greeted, his voice laced with tension.His presence cast a shadow over Maxine, causing her to slowly lift her head. She saw a man with pale skin and a dark aura standing before her. It was then that Adam noticed the wounds and bruises on her face. However, no trace of pity crossed his mind."Nice to see you again," Adam uttered, waving his hand. Maxine welcomed Adam’s sardonic grin with solemn expression, as if he's not curious to what the muscle man in front of her is about to do.To give him a clue, Adam grabbed her collar and forced her up. "You b*tch..!"He was abo
Third Person’s POVThe room was pitch black.A coil of rope lay on the floor.A crumpled note sat on the table.A lifeless body lay in the corner.Brett woke up from his recurring nightmare, drenched in sweat. His face was pale, with sweat droplets resembling rain on a windowpane. As he opened his dry lips to take a breath, he realized there was no moisture. Despite the lump in his throat making it difficult to swallow, he managed to let out a groggy morning voice."Same dream, again," he chuckled to himself.However, his laughter quickly faded as he felt an overwhelming weakness. His energy seemed to have left his body, making it hard to find the motivation to get up. His head spun, as if someone was tightening a screw in his brain, and he felt the urge to vomit.Feeling sluggish in the morning is something everyone experiences, and Brett was no exception. But today, his exhaustion went beyond the usual laziness. It was due to his physical condition.He groaned, complaining about the
Agatha’s POVWhen I was assigned the task of tempting the cold Lanceil Grim, my only objectives were to complete it and break free from my enslaving contract. However, things took a chaotic turn when I unexpectedly fell in love with the target. Now, I find myself questioning the true reason behind Brett's request."What does Brett stand to gain if I successfully seduce Lanceil?" I pondered internally, hoping for any clue that would help me make sense of my swirling thoughts. Unfortunately, my intuition failed to provide an answer.This wasn't the first time I attempted to decipher Brett's motives. Yet, no matter how hard I racked my brain, I couldn't come up with anything. Perhaps, it's connected to a tale from a distant past."That could very well be the case."After reaching that conclusion, I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and saw a tall man standing there. It was none other than my best friend, Sebastian."You seemed lost in thought," Sebastian remarked. "What
Third Person's POVSebastian glanced at Agatha and silently mouthed, "What's going on?"Agatha simply raised her eyebrows and gestured for him to be quiet by placing a finger over her lips.She then crouched down, believing she had successfully disappeared from sight.But Sebastian could still see her, no matter how small she tried to make herself.Shaking his head in disbelief, Sebastian wondered if she was pretending not to be seen.Suddenly, loud voices from the entrance caught his attention, prompting him to turn his head in that direction.Two men were causing a commotion as they entered.“Ahh!” Adam winced and shot a glare at Vincent, accusing him, "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"Vincent glanced back, rolling his eyes in annoyance. "I didn't do anything wrong. You were the one rushing and bumped into me. By the way, who are you?"Adam shrugged dismissively. He clicked his tongue and adjusted his bangs, avoiding eye contact. "Doesn't matter. I don't have time to argue with
Third Person’s POVLawrence and Maxine engaged in a game of chess.Maxine made her move, strategically maneuvering her black knight.On the other side of the board, Lawrence had just finished moving his white pawn.Their eyes met, and they exchanged smiles. The game continued as Maxine moved her white bishop to a position perpendicular to Lawrence's queen, posing a threat to his powerful piece."I have a plan to stay close to her," Maxine whispered.Lawrence shifted his queen three steps to the north. "You said they might come after you for switching sides. So why put yourself in danger?""It's better to keep an eye on her than to do nothing. Even without me, they might send others to harm her. At least I can help protect her when she's away from your sight." Maxine's white knight took down Lawrence's queen."Damn," Lawrence muttered under his breath as he lost his valuable piece. He made his move with the dark horse, strategically positioning it in an L shape towards Maxine's white K
Third Person’s POVLanceil had just finished preparing the dinner when he heard the door open with a thud.Assuming it was his brother, Vincent, he left the kitchen to inform him that they could now eat.However, his steps halted when he spotted Agatha instead.She was the woman he longed to see and hold close. Despite his desire to embrace her, he found himself rooted to the spot, unable to move as if gravity had a firm grip on him."Lanceil," Agatha called out.Upon learning of Agatha's deceitful mission to seduce him, Lanceil was consumed by a mix of anger, betrayal, and disappointment.He had vowed not to show any mercy when they next met. He was certain he could cast her aside along with his feelings for her. Yet, those convictions crumbled in the face of his deep love for her. He was willing to forgive her, provided she confessed and sought his forgiveness.He envisioned welcoming her into his arms, kissing her, and hearing her explanation."You're here," he finally replied, swa
Third Person’s POVLawrence was correct.He was absolutely certain that Agatha would return after meeting Lanceil. And she did. Lawrence observed her lifelessly getting into the car, noticing her teary eyes.'At least my fiancée isn't foolish enough to run into that man's arms,' he thought as he gazed at her. After a moment of silence, Lawrence spoke up."Now that your business here is finished, should I take you to Brett’s house?"Her eyes widened in surprise. "Y-You..." She stuttered with suspicion."Yes, it was me who informed Lanceil about everything," Lawrence admitted.Agatha had a feeling that it was Lawrence who had told Lanceil the truth. Strangely, she couldn't bring herself to feel sorry for the stubborn man who always claimed to be her future husband. In her eyes, he was a villain. But he wasn't like that anymore.Unexpectedly, a faint smile appeared on Agatha’s lips, catching Lawrence off guard.'She's smiling?' he thought, taken aback by her response.Lawrence took a mom
Third Person’s POVBrett anxiously waited for Agatha, knowing that Lawrence would be taking her home. He couldn't sit still, constantly looking out for their arrival.As the car pulled up, Brett's eyebrow shot up, giving him a quizzical expression."They're finally here," he muttered under his breath.Observing Agatha and Lawrence stepping out of the car together, Brett couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions.When Agatha locked eyes with Brett, she was taken aback. "Oh, were you..."Before Agatha could finish her sentence, she paused. Did she really expect Brett to wait for her?Brett eagerly awaited Agatha's response, his head slightly tilted in anticipation. But as she remained silent, Brett felt a pang of disappointment, like a child waiting for a promised treat that never arrived. The sense of betrayal left a bitter taste in his mouth, causing him to grimace sweetly.Agatha sensed Brett's intense gaze and turned her head away, feeling his anger directed towards her even from the