It didn’t take long. Half an hour, multiple unfamiliar cars screeched to a halt right outside the Mason’s mansion. The guards who were on duty looked baffled, they were dumbstruck especially, when men who were clad on expensive black suit marched as if they own the place.“Who are you? Leave this instant or we’re calling the police!”“You can’t just barge in here…!”“What’s all with the commotion?” When Mathew Mason, Anna’s father heard that unknown men were marching into his mansion, he rushed out, but fear engulfs him when he took a peek.They looks intimidating, that mad him scared shitless—but who the hell sent them?“We wanted Anna Mason. Give her to us and nobody needs to be hurt.”Mathew realizes something.Who else would want that little wrench of a daughter he has anyway?Of course it had to be that old man, who had paid for her the previous night! The fact that he fancy Anna made him disgusted at the same time relieved because he gain a lot by selling her, out of the house,

“How long are you planning to keep Italia here, Gustav?” When Zamiel barged in on his office, Gustavio isn’t surprised either. He just rub his temples, and stared at the latter coldly. “Why do you care?” He was stoic. Zamiel’s jaw clenched. “You’re being an asshole to her, didn’t you know that?” He was sarcastic. Those words were like knives that penetrated deep on Gustavio’s core, but he never wonder why his hate towards Italia was intense. His loathsome, and the way his blood boil, whenever he catch a glimpse of her. Zamiel wouldn’t understand. Nobody would decipher the distraught cause by that woman that there are times where he wished he never met her. If he hadn’t—the tragedy wouldn’t took place. The remnants, the helpless him came back made Gustavio’s chest filled with an uproar. His fury was unending, but his visage remain cold, although the emotions set ablaze were already in flame. “And you are being a bastard.” He gritted his teeth. “Had you forgotten what she did? H

“So, this is what they are doing while I was mourning for my uncle’s death?” Samantha hisses. She was clenching her teeth, when he manager sends her a copy of a published newspaper that includes Italia and Zamiel’s photograph although blurred. But that isn’t what makes her blood boiled to anger. It was an image that was spreading on the Internet that shows Gustav and Italia on a fancy diner. “Damn it!” She throws it away. Jake blew out a loud breathe, “If you are going to mourn her all to yourself, you wouldn’t accomplish anything, Sam.” He looked at her, there is this sudden flash of annoyance on his orbs. “While that bastard was enjoying himself out there. Is that what you really wanted, huh?”“Shut up!” Samantha clenched her teeth. She’s no fool. She knew that he has point, but what can she do now? The media was laughing at her [maybe]. Now that they are seeing Italia being dated by Gustav himself. They may have been mocking behind, and making fun of the supposed fiancée. “Da

Jake lied. That is what she keep thinking. He never help her, but he laughs at her with so much mockery as she lay there on that table. It was made of wood, it was cold and damp by saltwater that makes her skin itched and recoiled. She wanted to scratch them with her nails, the thought to scratch them until they bleeds drove her sanity at the edge, because she couldn’t. Both of her arms and legs are tied. The ropes are tight, and she knew the marks it would have left once they loosened. She could feel it biting across her skin, and it sting.She bit her lips. But funny how she did not cry. Perhaps, her tears are already dry. She was tired of bawling her eyes out, and calling for help, when none came from how much had she repeated those words. Are they monsters? Are they borne from evil? Maybe, maybe not. She lost care.She already felt numb.“Well well, look who’s here today.” The familiar voice she learn to get acquainted from uttered.It was Jake. She knew it was him. His footsteps

I was being dragged away. That’s how I woke up, and it was a really cold morning. Two guards seized my arms. Even if couldn’t, I won’t fight back. Besides I do not have the strength to struggle against their hold on me. When my vision cleared, Theodore’s familiar posture is what I see. He was marching ahead, and everybody, who saw him lowered their head and bow.“Hello, Gamma.” They said.So, he also rise in power alongside with our sister. I thought bitterly.“You still gain something from her, do you?” My voice drips with sarcasm. “And here I thought I knew you better, Theo.”It was an insult. I made it obvious, because I wanted to see how he would react.“Shut up!” He growled at me.His handsome face distorted. He looks disgusted. When I mentioned Cassidy, he started to go mad.“You colluded with her, don’t you?” Unfiltered words flow3 from my mouth. I am not holding myself back. They started it, and I have enough with how much they are trying hard to steal my position. We maybe a