Inside Eric’s mansion, the tension in the air was inevitable.A shattering of glasses was heard as Eric could not calm himself down. He felt his heart was going to explode.His blood was stirring, full of resentment and regret for what happened to Hanna and his unborn child. He looked so terrible and restless.In his right hand was a bottle of whiskey and the other was his gun. For the first time, he was holding his gun with the intention to kill someone. He was greatly pissed. Very pissed with the situation and the person who was responsible for putting Hanna and his child in great danger. He was also blaming himself too for the situation. If he didn’t leave the island, this thing would not happen to them. Things would have been different if he didn’t become complacent with Hanna’s security and his son. He should have convinced Hanna more to go with him to the city. He should have stayed with them and never left them. He should have protected them, his own family. Carryin
Eric looked at Rosy seriously. It seemed that he was devastated and had enough for the day, but he still needed to cater to Rosy's stubbornness. His frustrating stare at her said it all.With eyes empty, he strode toward Rosy."I am doing this for you, Eric. I will never want to see you die like my mom because of that girl again!" Rosy was trembling as she roared at him. She was desperate of holding him by her side. Aside from him, Rosy felt he had no close family. With what her father did to her mother, Rosy could not find any forgiveness in her heart toward him. Hearing Rosy, Eric remained empty. One could easily say that Eric had been through a very tough day judging from his anxious expression. With eyes fixated on Rosy, Eric suddenly touched the nozzle of her gun which was pointing at her head. Rosy was stunned by Eric as he guided her gun to point at his heart. Rosy's eyes widened in shock. Her hand was trembling tremendously as her gun was pointing at his chest. Wit
Mark leaned his back on the backrest of his couch then he closed his eyes. Maybe this is the perfect time to end his revenge for him to live a fresh start. If Bill Sky would die, everything for him was going to be easy. Money, connections, power, and everything he wanted. Mark’s memory brought him to where he saw her mother living him that day with her luggage. It was the time she abandoned him. The feeling was too nostalgic that he still felt it deep down in his heart.It was very terrible.He ran and chased the car where his mother riding but he failed to stop her. He tripped and bruised his knees on the ground. He cried out loud but no one heard him. No one saw his pain.Being abandoned by his own mother was the most painful in this world.His mother who he clings to everything. The person who cared and loved him the most.Why did she need to abandon him?Why did he need to go that day?He had so many questions left unanswered until the present time.Mark mourned and con
Mark halted as he frowned. He looked at the black notebook on the floor that was half opened. His eyes narrow trying to decipher something as they fixated on the notebook. From his sight angle, the stationery was full of handwritten characters and he didn't need to wonder who was the owner of the notebook because judging from the penmanship, Mark was sure that it was Mr. Hendrick's.Seeing the old butler's penmanship, Mark's hatred surged up as he thought back to the terrible scene he witnessed when he arrived at the police station at that time. The scene where his old butler hanged himself in front of him. Too horrifying and he didn’t believe that Mr. Hendrick could actually do that. Mark would never believe that the old butler committed suicide. Then a policeman handed him a letter from the old man. At that time, Mark could not forget what was written in the letter. He knew that it was the old man's writings telling him that everything was masterminded by Bill Sky. He may
The things he learned about today were too unexpected. Abrupt and too rigid starting from his old butler’s letter and the evidence he gathered to open his eyes to what was the real situation happening right in front of his eyes. Mark’s heart was beating so fast. He was very angry and felt like he wanted to know all the reasons for everything he discovered today. He felt betrayed and was disowned by a friend who he thought would be with him whatever happened.From thick to thin but it seemed the reality was not in his favor.Greta turned out to be not the person he was expecting she was.Her loyalty is money.On the other hand, Mark was extremely guilty of Mr. Hendrick’s death. Greta was his great ally doing his dirty work. He paid Greta but it was through an allowance every month. He gave her money so she had her own and somewhat she could enjoy her life.Living normally and doing what normal people do, not stealing or scheming people.Greta was very easy and fast to make all o
"Greta looked at me, huh!?... I'm Mark. I'm your friend. Now, please let go of that gun... Will you?" Mark was asking her nicely. Saving Bill wasn't only his intention but also saving his friend, Greta. Though he felt very betrayed by her, Mark couldn't stay angry with her knowing that he took a big part of Greta's hell. He could not just let himself escape from the responsibility. He believed that he could still convince her as they had been together for a long time and they got good memories together way back in the slum and in the present time. They were inseparable before.Their friendship was proven with time. Greta was his protector in the slum and through everything they had been through, they always had each other's back. "No... I can't!" With a strong refusal in her expression, Greta refuted.Her opposing expression was greatly shown on her face and one could easily say that they have gotten to opposite sides. "What do you mean?" Now, Mark wanted to confront her to cl
“Greta! The senator had called and ordered us to finish that man before his men find him! You will never get the senator disappointed, right?” One of the senators’ men butted in a hurry. He was still holding his phone while he stepped in to give the message from Sen. Meyer. “Shut up!!!” Greta roared loudly scolding the man who dared to interrupt her moment with her longtime companion, Mark. She was still holding her gun pointing at his chest. Mark was standing still not afraid to die while looking at her provokingly.It seemed that he was waiting to see if Greta could really pull the trigger and kill him. His eyes were challenging her fearlessly. He had enough of her deception. The feeling of being betrayed by a friend is the same as dying little by little. Mark’s heart was clenched so heart and it was like cut by a sharp blade slowly feeling his flesh bleed along with his anger at being deceived by a person whom he thought was a family. Whom he thought was a sincere one. Th
Earlier, Hanna woke up in a daze. She was pregnant and was suffering from motion sickness but at this time, her breathing wasn’t good. She didn’t like the smell of the dark place. She felt like she had been sleeping for a long time and she just woke up. Her body was trembling, fragile. Lips were moving soundlessly. Hanna looked around trying to hold on to her remaining strength. She couldn’t see anything in a dim place until someone dragged her hair behind. The force was so strong that she felt her scalp burning. She tried moving but she was stuffed with a rope wrapped around her body.“Who… who are you?” With a shocking staggering tone, Hanna asked. “Huh! I don’t think you know me but I know you!” Trishia answered with a sarcastic tone. “Please let me go. I am pregnant. Please… I have nothing to give you. I am just a poor girl who is living on an isolated island.” Hanna would do anything to save her baby even if she begged a stranger. “Nahhh! You really don’t have any ide