Alice puts a mug of hot chocolate on Sebastian's desk while her brother is busy reading a newspaper. His feet were resting on the table while his back was leaning on the swivel chair.
"Here's your hot chocolate brother," she said before jumping onto Sebastian's bed.
Sebastian reached for the mug and carefully take a sip on it. He's wearing his eyeglasses that were not very usual for him to do unless he's reading something important.
"So I won't get a thank you for making my brother a hot chocolate?" Alice said while sipping her coffee.
He raised his mug. "Thanks, Alice."
"You're very much welcome, Basty," she sarcastically said while rolling her eyes.
It's been days and finally, she got fully healed and she no longer have to use her wheelchair. It was tiring to move just by using both of her arms and she's grateful that finally, she wouldn't be dependent on her wheelchair anymore and can move on her own.
"What are you reading?" she as
"Good Morning, Mr. Daniel," his secretary greeted him as he walked past by her desk. He was fixing his tie while walking in urgency because he's half an hour late for the meeting he scheduled, for he forgot to set an alarm the night before he dozed off to sleep."Is everyone in the meeting room now?" he asked as he finished fixing his tie.His secretary nodded. "Yes, Sir. They're just waiting for you."He was about to walk towards the meeting room when his phone suddenly rang. He reached for his phone in the pocket of his coat to end the call when he saw that the call is coming from an unknown number."Veronica," he called his secretary while he's busy looking at his phone that until now was still ringing."Yes, Sir?" she immediately asked before walking towards Vladimir. She stood up straight as she stopped walking to his side and wait for him to give her orders."Go to the meeting room first and tell them that I'll be there in a few more m
"Fuck it," Vincent murmured.When Celestine left, he did nothing but curse himself. It was his plan, to hurt her yet now that he has already done it, guilt is eating him up.Celestine and he aren't supposed to be together. They shouldn't cross the boundary that fate has built for them because Celestine was the forbidden apple that he shouldn't taste, yet he did. It was a sin for Celestine and him to be happy in each other's arms. It was a sin for them to be together.He had sin once and even though he's evil, he couldn't afford to be a sinner again for an angel like her. However, something feels heavy in his chest. It was suffocating him, he was lost for words to explain what he's feeling but when the corner of his eyes started to get warm, he had only one word to describe what he felt and its; pain.It was not Celestine's slap that hurt him but her teary eyes that were directly looking to his eyes when she uttered the words, 'I hate you.' with certainty
It would much bravery to fight back his father which he didn't do. Cowardice engulfed him that for a couple of minutes since his father left, he got stuck to where Venedict left him. He did not move nor switch places, he just stood there, against the same wall where his father pushed him, while he's still processing everything that his father said to his mind.As he was slowly absorbing things, he start to regret taking Celestine and involving her in the cruelty of the mafia. If he could just turn back the time, he wouldn't have taken her. If he only do that, Celestine's life wouldn't be in danger and the things in the past wouldn't unfold like what Vladimir wanted.But even though he regrets things and blames himself for everything it'll be impossible to change what already happened in the past and the only thing he can do was to make a decision now to keep Celestine safe, even though it means she has to hate him.Preoccupied with his thoughts, Vincent did not
"Did you already eat breakfast?" Lander asked as his eyes were busy on the road. Since they got inside the car, none of them speak. Lander remained silent because he's trying his best not to ask personal questions to Celestine that she most probably would be uncomfortable answering.He lied. He's not on his way to his favorite pancake house nearby, he drove all the way here with the hopes of seeing Celestine. Last night, Vincent sent a text message to him saying that Celestine is already with him and he wouldn't have to worry anymore. Vincent not only texted an update but he also texted the hotel's name that they're in which give him the freedom to see Celestine in the morning.Everything that he said to Celestine a while ago wasn't true except for the fact that he gave the little girl chocolate in exchange for calling Celestine. It's not true that he was driving when he saw Celestine in the playground because the truth was he had been following Celestine since he saw
"Here's your coffee," the waitress said as she carefully put the coffee on the table before she sat on the chair in front of Kingston. "Where is Sophia?" Kingston asked as he slide the coffee closer to him. He received a text from the waitress saying that Sophia is in the coffee shop and even though he had an empty stomach and haven't brushed his teeth yet, he hastily go straight to the coffee shop. While waiting for his coffee earlier, he roamed his eyes to the whole place, checking all of the customer's faces but none of them looked like Sophia. "She went to the comfort room a while ago. Just wait for her to come out. I told you, we have two regular customers that is named Sophia so if you see her and she's not what you're looking for, then let's wait for the other Sophia to show herself here," the waitress said as she put the tray she's holding to Kingston's table, temporarily. Kingston sipped on his coffee. "She better be who I'm looking f
Celestine struggled to get her hair out from Alice's hand but it seems impossible for her to remove her hair from Alice because of the tightness and pressure she's putting into holding her hair firmly. Alice hated her for being too close to Vincent even though she's not in the right position to be possessive over him because first of all, she doesn't stand anything in Vincent's life more than just being the only woman who works for him. And yet, she's acting like a jealous wife. Celestine gather all of her strength and put them in her right leg in an attempt to kick Alice. "I said let me go!" she shouted as she kicked Alice's legs that causing her to lose balance and fall to the sand. Celestine put her hands on her hair and silently sob as she was looking at Alice that is holding her right leg. She hit Alice's shin purposely to get back to her for gripping her hair tight. "I don't want to fight you, to be honest, but you're forcing me every da
"I don't want here anymore. Just let me go home. I want to go home already. I have a dog. She's just eight months old and she's alone. I don't know if someone has already fed her, but I'm sure no one will. So please, let me go home. I want to see my dog. She must've been crying now." "I'm sorry, Ma'am Sophia. About your discharge, it's in the doctor's decision. As of now, we still need to run some tests to make sure that everything will be fine once you get discharged," the nurse in her uniform politely explained as she was busy finding checking everything that the other nurses injected into her veins. She knows nothing of anything these people in a white uniform were doing and had done to her arm and wrist. All she wanted was for them to finally let her go home, not to see her dog like what she excused because she doesn't even have one. As much as she wanted to, she can't, for she's allergic to their fur. Having a dog that she left home with no food and water is the
"It's your fault, Celestine. You killed her. It's your fault." "No, I didn't. I just protected myself. It's not my fault. She's trying to k-kill me first," Celestine murmured as her eyes started to become blurry again because of the tears that attempting to fall from her eyes. She's sitting on the cold tile floor of the hospital and hiding on the side of the bed. Her hands were covering her ears, trying to shut down the little voices in her head. "It's your fault, Celestine. You killed her. It's your fault." Her shaky hands run to her hair and frustratedly pulled it. She shouted and hit herself a couple of times. Her body is betraying her, as well as her mind. They're forcing her to believe that it was her fault. And no matter how much she tries to shut them up, they wouldn't budge. They're whispering, endlessly, trying to push her to her limits. The voices at the back of her head are slowly trying to get ahold of her sanity. It was