MasukWriter's POV:Watching him like that and remembering the protest and everything made me wonder why people even bother. Winston doesn’t deserve it.Her plan, initially, was for him to help her reach Rafael… But then she learned about what he did…“You bring me troubles, my dearest. This wouldn’t be happening if your family kept quiet and let the stupid incompetent police do their nothing… Or if you kept your penis to yourself—?” She laughed out loud.He was wailing so loud like a child. Diana laughed even more. “Or maybe you were to be of more help to me…” she paused, letting him savor the hurt he inflicted on himself. “Would you?” she asked.He cried out, “Yes!”“Pleasant,” she said softly. “Felix.”Felix drew backwards. His face covered in sweat. His hand did hurt as he swayed the bat with more excitement than duty.Winston was groaning in pain. The scars didn’t just bear blood—they bore punishment. “Under one condition…” he mouthed.“Huh?” She got stunned, one brow lifted up. “I
Diana’s POV:“Least I forget… Did you find out anything about Greenwood Julius?” I asked, still feeling the pressure in his words about this Aster person.“Julius Greenwood?”“Yeah!” Zee returned rudely—till today I still don’t know what’s up with the both of them. “It’s kinda urgent...?”Felix scoffed. “You asked me that like… this morning,” he answered. “And not really… But I have someone on it, Di. Also Zee?”He turned to look at her and bit his lips, then back at the road. We were still traveling in the woods. “I thought you weren’t talking to me?”“Tch!” she snorted, her focus out the window while whispering silent curses at him.“I didn’t tell you you look so damn pretty when you mad,” he teased.I yawned. Maybe even cringed.The car took a left turn and ahead stood an old rusty cottage. “Welcome to my tiny crib for sickos…” Felix said slowly as the cars came to a full halt in front of the cottage. Big trees surrounding the building. Birds chirping in the distance. It was silent
Diana’s POV:The ache I felt was uncontainable. Those words had weight and it was very heavy. It’s not that it surprised me that they were allies—no. Neither was it because they were the ones that murdered my husband.What’s frightening was the intensity of anger I felt… towards Jacob. Yet weakness filled my bones. Jacob was always in the story. He has always been the enemy and I know he knows that I’m aware of that fact and that I'd find him one day.“But they didn’t do it themselves… Obviously,” Felix continued. “Aster~ Aster Conrad… hired by the Marcus for Eric’s assassination.”---Meanwhile…---Writer’s POV:“Aster?” Rafael walked from his bed to the one-seater sofa in the corner of the big living room that night on the phone with a man—a known unknown… An explosive bomb whose detonator was in the hand of the Goldmans—Jace... Or should I say Conrad... Aster Conrad?. Too close to the target and no one knew. “Hello…?”Jace was in the workers’ kitchen, at the sink. He was alone. Wa
Writer’s POV:“Come on~” Preston mouthed as he pressed down on Diana’s chest with both palms. His heart throbbed so loud Charlie and Steven could hear it. He performed CPR the way he knew how. “Come on~” he cried again, so silently, pressing down for revival. The rain gave them no break. They were drenched in cold water. Suits dripping. They had swum up to the shore but were not completely out of the river. The waves still ran and caught them where they were.He tried so hard to resuscitate Diana, but she remained unresponsive. They didn’t stop. Though the rain had already soaked his entire body, tear droplets could still be seen escaping his eyes. Charlie and Steven stood close, watching him. Steven had his hands on his waist.He repeated the process times without number—breathing into her mouth while pinching her nostrils together and pressing down as usual. “Please, boss~” he said with a shuddering breath as he kept giving all he had.Fortunately, Diana coughed out water, strugglin
Diana’s POV:“Her life?” Zee asked quietly in concern. “Ma’am?”“Your job… Zee, is to carry out orders. My orders. Don’t annoy me.” I took another sip and dropped the cup on the side table. “Hasten our trip to San Juan… Fast,” I added.“Yes.” Zee nodded and stood to leave the lounge.I breathed. Winston had started to bring me stress. Then I concluded to finish him off. “Wait for me, dearest,” I said, drawing long breaths. Alexa was warned to keep her lips chained even with the payoff. I always knew she would talk. “Death suits you, sweetheart.”Echoes of a familiar voice came from the television. A voice I expected anytime, but this time it was alarming. My eyes ran to the TV again…Rafael Goldman on television? Winston’s ex-business partner. For the first time in a very long time, Rafael was on TV.“... yes... and I will do everything within my power to help find… a friend,” he spoke as if it really pained him. “It pierces my heart knowing that he’s missing and nothing is being done
Diana’s POV:Zee and I walked into the conference room together. Rafael was already seated at one of the chairs around the long table, eyes closed, head tilted back against the headrest in a posture that radiated frustration more than relaxation but it didn’t faze me. Two men flanked him: one was Diego—I guessed from Zee’s earlier briefing, him being Rafael's number guy—and the other Luciano Rashford.I couldn’t help wondering if this meeting might turn into a murder scene; if so, they’d have the clear upper hand. Eli and Oscar stood guard at the door.I cleared my throat. Every head turned. Josh and Maxwell entered right behind us. Steven and Preston materialized from nowhere at my back—I almost jolted, but Steven's steady hands held me gently, his lips brushing my ear with whispers that weren’t meant for anyone else. I shook my head once and they withdrew.Zee had already placed the file and bag on the table when we entered. She pulled out a chair for me. I sat. She took the seat be







