I muttered several expletives inside my head when I saw him locking the door. "W-What are you doing here?" I tried my best to stay calm, but I miserably failed and still stuttered. He flashed a maniacal grin. "Oh, I've been waiting for this moment that we'd be alone together." Shivers run down my spine. My legs are quivering in fear right now, but I'm doing my best not to show it. I need to compose myself. "With all due respect, sir, this is a female bathroom, just in case you didn't see the signage outside." He chuckled and chugged the bottle of beer in his hands. My face screwed up when a rancid scent of alcohol pervaded my nose as he walked closer to me. I took a step back and looked around, searching for something that I can use against him if he starts acting up. "You're so fucking delectable with that dress. But I'm pretty sure that you'd be better off without it." "Don't you dare come near me," I warned in gritted teeth when he took a step again. He smirked. "And wh

THIRD PERSONS'S POINT OF VIEW When afternoon came, Garren received a call from someone, so he told them that he would be gone for a while. He stopped by a place that he never thought he would set foot when they planned a trip to Santorini- prison. The guard greeted him as he entered the gate. He walked through the hallway with a stoic face. The warden saw him and already knew the reason why he came back to that place. He immediately assisted him to the prison cell at the end of the alley- a cell that is isolated from the rest. "Get me out of here, you fucking bastards! I swear to Satan, I will burn each and everyone of you the moment I step out of this place!" The furious shout of a mad man, accompanied by the banging on the metal door, break the silence of that dim-lighted hallway. "Did you hear me?! I will ruin everyone-" The prisoner's enraged wail was cut off when he saw two figures standing in front of his prison cell. He recognized the warden in charge, but what rattled h

THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW "I was able to bring you to the hospital, which is a good thing because they were able to treat the concussion in your head right away." Cleo was lost for words after hearing the entire story. And honestly, she doesn't know what exactly to feel. Should she be relieved that Cyrus failed to carry out his immoral plan? Or should she still be down in the dumps because that doesn't change the fact that she was still harassed? In the midst of the confusion- she had one certainty, she was grateful to Garren. He was her savior. "Thank you." His expression softened after hearing those words from her. "Thank you, sir. If it wasn't for you, I would've met a darker fate. If you hadn't arrived at that time, I couldn't imagine what could've happened to me. So thank you, sir. I owe you my life." His seething fury vanished in a matter of seconds. The weak yet genuine smile plastered on Cleo's face and the tears streaming down her cheeks pacified the turbulent st

There were fleeting minutes of silence between the three of us. The woman flashed a smile—a pretentious one. "I didn't mean to offend her, moonpie. I was just confused why she's wearing that kind of dress when she's only your... maid." I clenched my fist in vexation. Did she really think that abated the derogatory remark she hurled at me? "Because I want to." The attention was diverted to Garren when he spoke impassively. He also sounds annoyed. "Mom, can you stop asking questions and let us sit?" Her mother laughed. "You're as peevish as ever, my dear son." She turned to me with that similar spurious smile. "Cleo, right?" I nodded somberly, still agitated. "I hope you're not offended by what I said. I didn't mean to belittle you or anything." I didn't feel any insincerity in her voice, but I repressed my emotions. "No problem, Madam." "Good. Anyway, let's go now. Zacharius has been waiting for the two of you." As far as I remember, Zacharius is the name of Garren's fa

I was pulled out of my trance when Garren held my wrist and pulled me. I wasn't able to bid a proper farewell to Enzo, so I just smiled apologetically. Garren slammed the door leading to the porch with a loud slam, scaring the shit out of me. He dragged me out of the mansion and couldn't care less that some maids were already looking at us. I tried to stop him, but he didn't listen and continued pulling me. My wrist is already hurting for god's sake! We didn't walk through the same path that we entered when we arrived here. I'm certain there are guests left because I can hear classical music playing, but that's the least of my concerns. "Sir. Can you please let go of my hand now?" I almost begged him, but for the second time, he turned a deaf ear. What the fuck is wrong with him?! The two security guards standing on the gate greeted him, but he didn't respond. They looked at us with bewilderment, and I wouldn't be surprised if I became the subject of their gossip the moment