"Fuck that old fucking man," Kingston curse as he pressed the cotton on his wounds. He has no one to help him mend his wounds so he doesn't have a choice but to clean it himself. He bit his lower lip as he pressed the cotton even more on the deep cut on his right leg. He planned to meet Celestine tonight and he doesn't have any plans to cancel it even after what happened to him. All along he thought that Venedict is his real enemy but he was wrong because it was actually Victor. After the conversation he had with Victor he realized that he was the person who control Vincent for years and not Venedict. It was a mistake to not doubt Victor before and he is regretting everything now. He can now say that the things that he heard about Victor before was true. Victor is indeed far different from his younger brother, Venedict because unlike Venedict, Victor is most likely to do the things he wants without thinking of the innocent people that might get involve in the situation. He is spo
Sophia remained silent until they reached the resthouse. There are associates that greeted Vincent as they make their way inside of the house yet they didn't get any response from Vincent, not even a nod. They are used of that attitude of their boss but not Sophia. She doesn't have a single idea for why Vincent asked her to follow him but she's doing it anyway. She is aware that Vincent only find her to personally tell her how thankful he is that she saved the love of his life, Celestine. But she is still hoping that it is not the only reason why he wants to see her. Vincent stepped on the staircase and stopped midway when he feel that no one is following him. He looked over his shoulder and found Sophia at the end of the staircase, eyes on her feet and hands behind her. He cleared his throat. "Why you stopped? Are you alright?" he worriedly asked then he walked downstairs to check on her. She looked up and ask. "Can we just talk here?" "We don't have privacy here," he answered
Celestine has been walking back and forth in her room as she relentlessly worry about Vincent. She patiently wait in hopes that he will be back before it gets dark yet until now, she doesn't have an idea of where he actually is. Just when the sun is about to rise, he is no longer inside of her room and leave but now that the sun had set, he's still not coming back. Even though she didn't want to worry about him, she still couldn't make herself calm and wait for him for another hour without any news from him. She feels like there is something wrong with what is happening. And she wants to find out what it is. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as she try to open the door. Earlier, she heard someone called Nicholas for a short meal so she now had the courage to try her luck and get out of the room without an outside guard. When she finally opened the door she opened her eyes and peeked into the small space between the door. She hadn't opened the door wide so she could first
"Hmp!" the man struggled. He tightened his grip on the man's neck and covered the man's mouth with his hand even more to not let him make any noise. The man tries to get away from Kingston's grip on him but no matter what else he does he can't get away from the man. The redness of the man's face and the veins on his forehead and neck indicates that he is starting to have a hard time breathing. Kingston move closer to the man and whisper, "Are you going to stop fighting or get yourself killed by doing that? You choose," he asked calmly while his eyes is observing the people walking past by, trying his lucky if he can recognize anyone. After his conversation with Bonifacio, he borrowed his car and went straight to the hospital, wearing his dirty clothes with band aids all over his body. The soreness of his body is still there, it's beating, his wounds are still fresh but he start to get his mind off of what he feels for Celestine. Earlier, he was about to enter her room when he c
"Long island iced tea cocktail please," she said to the bartender like it's not going to be her third glass of cocktail for tonight. After Vincent left her, she immeditely get out of the house without letting someone know that she is leaving. She don't see any reason for her to stay even longer inside of the house. She has plans of leaving the resthouse and go back to the city where she has a work she has to go back to. But before that, she feel like getting a few drinks first before leaving. She is confuse and at the same time torn between finding who she really is or just continuing her life as Sophia. "Thank you," she said to the waiter after putting her glass of long island iced tea cocktail on the countertop. She hold the glass and immediately take a sip on it. She looked at the glass and just stare at it for a moment. It took her quite some time to realized that she ordered her drink without looking at the cocktail menu. It was as if she is used of ordering this particu
"Sir, the room is ready," the maid who just get inside of the living room announced. Vincent raised his head to look at the maid. His eyes were closed as he try to ease his headache by massaging his temples gently when the maid suddenly arrived. He get out of the couch and he stand straight. He ran his hands over his shirt to remove the wrinkles in it before he faced the maid. He had been waiting for the maids to finish for almost half an hour now which he truly understand since Sophia's room is extremely dirty. "Thank you," he said before he approached Sophia on the couch across from him. She is asleep. Her mouth is slightly open and she's snoring. The maid left the living room immediately after that. When the maid left, VIncent tried to carry Sophia in a way that her sleep wouldn't be disturbed yet when he successfully carried her, she suddenly open her eyes. She blinked twice and she ook intently to his father. "V-Vincent..." "Uhm?" Vincent answered while he is walking towar
"Fucking stupid," he cursed under his breath. He's reviewing his work and he couldn't concentrate on what he was doing. He throw his pen on the wall then he shut off his body on the swivel chair. He want to be beat himself up for being affected by what Sophia did. It was just a kiss for God's sake. He had kissed a lot of women before and he didn't make a fuss over it until now. He lick his lower lip then he stare at the white ceiling of his room. He closed his eyes as he try to rewind what happened earlier. Sophia kissed him. He is trying to feel if his heart would raise by remembering it all over again but he felt nothing but strangeness. It's been years since he last kissed Sophia, of course, he already had forgotten how it feels like against his lips yet now that he felt it again he, for unknown reason, feels like there's something wrong; in a way that he feels like it someone else's lips and not Sophia's. He closed his eyes for a moment and without him knowing it he fell asle
Celestine slowly opened her eyes. He felt heavy for reasons he did not know. Even though he wanted to stand up he couldn’t because of the tiredness he felt in his muscles. Because he can't move. He just looked around. He was shocked when when he opened his eyes no white ceiling opened up to him. "Oh, you're finally awake," Lander said when he noticed that he had barely moved in the backseat. He looked at Lander and only then did he realize that he was inside Lander's car and he had escaped to his hospital room. "How are you? Feel better now?" he asked Celestine as his eyes focused on the road. "A-A bit," she weakly answered. In fact, he felt that his sleep was even worse because he felt even heavier now that he had just woken up but he chose not to tell Lander because he didn't want to worry about it. "You sure?" he asked again to make sure Celestine was okay. Celestine smiled at his question. He already knew Lander very well and always put his welfare first. He did not a