"How often does Celestine come and stay here in the resthouse?" she asked after taking a sip on her hot coffee. The air is warm and it is a bit windy in the balcony that she has to repeatedly fix her hair by trying to keep it still on the other side of her shoulder which she miserably failed to do so. She tucked some of her hair strand behind her ear as she look at the maid that she invited to join her in the balcony. She intentionally asked the oldest maid she saw to stay at her in the balcony in excuse that she doesn't want to be alone. "Do you want an honest answer?" the maid asked weakly that made her raise an eyebrow. "Why you asked me that? Obviously I want you to answer my question honestly." The maid stepped forward and rest her arms on the railings then she closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the wind against her face. From where Sophia is she can fully see the wrinkles on the old lady's face yet it becomes invisible once her lips curved a smile. She got a beautiful sm
"Sir," said his secretary who opened the door of his office not wide enough for him to fully see her but enough for him to recognize her. He put his eyeglasses down on his office table then he stopped what he was doing for a moment. "Yes? What is it? Come in if it is important," he said then he dropped his back on the swivel chair to relax his shoulders after hours of typing and flipping the pages of the documents he needs to sign. She fully opened the door and entered his office without leaving to the side of the door that is still slightly ajar. She professionally nodded her head to him before speaking. "Sir, there's a woman named Saoirse, I don't get to know her surname for she was desperate to get inside of your office without an appointment so instead of asking, I just called a security to stop her. She keeps insisting that you know her and even without an appointment you will let her inside of your office. I just want to confirm if that was true, Sir?" He cracked his ne
The night sky was aglow with splendid city lights. The pale bow moon sparkled like a shimmering hook in the night sky. Vincent sighed heavily before he sat on his swivel chair and take a sip on his glass of whiskey. The clicking sound of the ice inside of his whiskey is the only thing that can be heard inside of his office. All the employees had already left and it was only him and the securities inside of the company building. It was peaceful and calming for him to be alone. He needed it. He needs to be on his own to figure out things himself without people telling him what to do. Between Sophia and Celestine, it has always been Celestine that is important to him but at the same time, he is afraid that he might had chosen the wrong one. Until now, he still couldn't make himself look at the evidences. The brown envelope remained closed. He can't face the possible truth because he loves her. He moved his glass on a circular motion for the ice inside to make a sound that he felt he n
No one had the courage to speak except Celestine who could not hide the hatred in her eyes as she stare at the woman Vincent had married. She knew he had no right to be angry to Sophia because it wasn't her fault and she is a victim too but she can't help but feel it as she stare at Sophia longer. Her mind begins to create scenarios that even she doesn't know if it is true or not. In her mind she can imagine the promises that Vincent possibly promised to Sophia, the future that both of them planned to have, the good memories they shared, and the love they had for each other before. It's suffocating and slowly try to tear her heart into pieces. She looked away from Sophia. She couldn't make herself stare at her any longer. It is just too much. The similarity of their facial structure is undeniable and until now she still couldn't accept the fact that Sophia and her are half sisters. And she think that no matter what happen, she will never going to accept that. When she was abo
Sophia saved her. When she wake up in the hospital the first thing that she think about was Vincent and she had forgotten to ask who was the person who saved her. Actually forgotten is not the right word but she didn't really think of it, or it even crossed her mind. She is too preoccupied with the fact that Vincent is not beside her the moment she open her eyes and that made her forget everything else. When Vincent left her she felt like her heart had come out of her chest and abandoned her aching soul. The moment he turned his back on her it was as if he is silently letting her know that he is choosing Sophia over her and it hurts more than seeing Sophia inside of his house. However, no matter how much she wanted to cry there's no tears left in her to shed. All that is left in her is sanity and it says she should fight for Vincent and not let Sophia take him away from her. She take a deep breath then she put some of her hair strands behind her ears using her index finger when
"Who is this?" Sophia closed her eyes as she heard the voice of the man she never thought she will ever think of contacting. She take a deep breath. "Victor, i-it's me, Sophia," she finally said despite the fact that her lips are literally shaking as she say those words. Victor is a very cunning man and unfornately, even though she hates to admit it, he was the man who saved her and given her a second chance to live again. "How's everything going on with Vincent?" he casually asked that made her swallow her saliva. She was stupid to think that Victor wouldn't know about she had done. "E-Everything is fine," she softly replied. Lying and acting as if she know nothing of what he was talking about will just make everything worse than it already is so she didn't attempt to do that. "The next time that you plan something I hope you will let me know about it first because I wouldn't be this forgiving anymore," Victor said using a threatening voice then he paused for a moment before
As she opened her eyes and see the empty unwrinkled bedsheet of the other side of the bed makes her remember everything that happened the night before that she was trying so hard to forget. She hugged the pillow and turned her back on Vincent's side of the bed. She closed her eyes for a moment. She really hope last night that she will wake up with Vincent in her side to apologize or to just simply making it up to her by staying in her room but he didn't. All of a sudden, she feels being played. She planned to go back to sleep again but she wasn't able to do that because just when she was about to fall asleep she heard a knock to the door. She opened her eyes and hastily get out of the bed. When she opened the door, there she saw the maid in her usual uniform. The maid gave her a friendly smile before she open her mouth to speak, "Miss, breakfast is ready." "O-Okay, I'll just prepare. I'll be downstairs in a minute, thank you," she answered with a smile on her lips. As soon a
A pungent odor wafted through them as they entered inside of a familiar builing to Kingston. He could not move his body properly because of the amount of punches and kicks he received from Vincent's men before they dragged him into the car earlier. Kingston could not step on his feet because of a wound in his knee that is swelling. Vincent's men almost lifted him up just so he could properly walk with them to wherever they planned to lock him up. He didn't remember much of what had happened, all he knew was that he had lost his balance after he ate the food the girl had given him when he was sitting outside of the parking lot early this morning. After all of that, he could only remember was Vincent's men dragging him inside of a car and he didn't even do anything to defend himself because of the weakness he is feeling. Until now, he could barely walk and his arms feels numb. He repeatedly curse himself for eating what the girl had given him this morning. But who would have thought