CARING FOR THE ENEMY Bianca's POV ❤️It became extremely lonely and quiet after he left. I stared into the distant space and reminisced on the time we just had now. What could have happened that made him react that way? For once, he didn't give me his cunningly looking gaze. He even faked a smile. I had never seen him look like that before, he looked extremely frightened.I let out a big sigh and Mr Matthew came to my side and handed me a blanket. I should ask him about it. "Here you go, Miss Bianca. I will prepare dinner for you." He said. I wasn't hungry, I had had dinner with Charles earlier. The cereal we had was more than enough to fill my tummy."I'm not hungry." I replied and formed a smile. "But... Miss Bianca, you only had cereal for dinner. I am pretty sure that wasn't enough." He argued. "Charles made it for me, so I am not even hungry." I said. I missed him already. I just hoped everything was okay with him. "But...""Mr Matthew?" I cut him off unknowingly. My eyes wer

THE ENEMY ARRIVES AT THE MONSTER'S CAVE.Charles' POV ❤️Ma smiled broadly and all I kept on thinking about was me not letting her down. It was impossible for me to decline her request now. There was no way the both of us could ever live together under the same roof, in the same place in peace and harmony. We were barely into five minutes when I arrived at the hospital and I almost ended his life. How was I ever going to restrain from killing him when we lived together?"Don't forget, Zac. You know what to do." Ma said and Zac nodded. What was it that she had planned this time? We were all leaving until Ma called out and told me to stay behind. "Charles? Wait." She said in the softest voice ever. Was everything okay? "You both can take your leave now." She said, referring to both Axel and Zac. She waited for the both of them to leave and when she was sure that they both had left and the door was closed, that was when she reacted. "Charles..." She spoke and I gulped. I didn't like th

LUCY THE RECEPTIONISTCharles' POV ❤️"... Okay, Master Charles. I understand." Mr Tusch said. The silence after that was needed. I was exhausted but I had to go to work today. We got to the office eventually and lucky for us, there was no traffic. My bodyguards were out in the front as usual, waiting for me to arrive in order for them to escort me to my office. "Good day, Sir." They all chanted with their head bowed slightly. I hummed and walked as fast as I could since I was already late and they followed behind, trying to catch up with me. "Good morning, Sir." My receptionist said to me as soon as I walked into the building. I looked at her and she smiled. "Any calls yet? What are my schedules for today?" I asked her. I didn't have enough time to read all of my emails earlier so I didn't know what she had planned for today, as I have been absent from work for more than a day.She pressed the laptop in front of her like a pro, and when she found what she was looking for, she smil

HOW TO GET AWAY WITH MURDER.Jane's POV ❤️I couldn't stop. I wouldn't stop. I hit his head over and over and over and over again, but never got satisfied. I laughed like a maniac, as I hit Bob's head over and over with the frypan. Blood was everywhere, his blood. On my hands, the floor, my dress, it was everywhere. A little bit of blood splattered on my face, and I stopped hitting his head, and threw the frypan on the floor and as it touched the floor, blood splashed on my naked body and even in my mouth. The frypan was already condemned, I couldn't use it again. What a waste!I used the back of my hand to wipe the blood on my face, but it didn't seem to help much as my face got covered in his blood the more. I crossed my arms, stood there and watched his now lifeless body. I just murdered someone, but I didn't feel bad about it. I felt ecstatic. I felt relieved, I was happy. Bob deserved it. If I didn't do that, someone else might, so it was nice I did it before the person did. Th

HOW I GOT AWAY WITH MURDERJane's POV ❤️I woke up after such a long sleep and I was still extremely tired. I had things to do and I couldn't rest yet. It wasn't over already. I had to burn my dress, and every other things that could implicate me. I couldn't burn my blood-stained dress downstairs where my neighbors would see me. I got up from my couch feeling exhausted, and a yawn escaped from my mouth. I picked up my dress and the gloves I had on last night. I took a lighter from the kitchen and alcohol cause I didn't have any gasoline to increase the fire.I went straight to the bathroom to burn them. I couldn't think of a better place to do it. If I went to the kitchen, there was a high chance my kitchen was going to catch fire and burn. If I did it in my living room, the smell was going to attract the neighbors and I didn't want that to happen. The fire alarm was going to ring, and people were going to poke their noses in my business. The bathroom seemed safer.I poured the alc