I looked up and stopped eating the soup. I lower the soap spoon I am holding. "Do you mean he brought the information of who did it?"Zech nodded, and hope seemed to fill my heart. "What time?""Exactly 2 pm," he replied."I'll be doing Karmi's favor at that time," I exclaimed. "But he can stay until five, right?"He nodded without even glancing at me. What is he doing on the phone, and there is his gaze focused? I forcefully dismiss what happened last night. I need to forget it."I won't follow any man to you, Vara, and if you went home safely, then Catherine won't be overlooking you anymore."I continued to eat. "That's good to know," I just said, and the silence and the awkwardness between us resounded again."Are you alright?" he broke the silence as I finished eating. I took the croissant and bit into it.“Yep,” I replied. "Are you?" I throw the question to him.He just nodded. "When you talk about last night, then, let's just forget it."I just nodded.“Don't you have anything t
I raised the handgun, pointing at him, and a wicked smile appeared on his countenance, and those eyes with no soul on them eyed me. “Vara Samonte...” he mumbled my name, hearing his graveyard voice, seeping a chill in my entire body. There's nothing he was holding, and his arm crossed. “You fool me once but not twice. But how smart are you, Vara, such a nice name in your fake identity. I thought you were the Duchess, but then, someone came to me and told me you were not her. I hated a liar,” he shook his head, and he tilted his head on the left side. “Upon knowing you and Zech, there is something wrong in here. What will he feel seeing your lifeless body covered in blood? How I enjoy seeing the light of him fade. Such a pretty face, perfect family, and perfect life have you ever thought about it?” I don’t know why he says those, but does it benefit him? “Killing me? I am not letting you do that to me, Deathwish. Don't you think you are ahead of me? I suppose you might be wrong. I
The snow fell gently, blanketing the ground as I trudged through it, a basket of lilacs clutched in my hand. Each step felt heavier than the last as I made my way to Theoren's grave.It had been a week since the tragic incident, and the headlines had finally brought some semblance of justice. It wasn't just an accident, as the truth had been revealed, bringing closure not only to my friends' deaths but also to Theoren's.Yet, despite the passage of time, I still couldn't wrap my head around how Maverick could have done such a thing. The CCTV footage I'd seen didn't seem to match up, but Zech had explained that the police hadn't shown the actual footage. Jackson wasn't the culprit behind my friends' deaths; he'd merely played a part in the events. Why, Zech hadn't disclosed. And Jackson wasn't deceased, as they'd made it seem. It was all a setup.As I approached the grave, the chill in the air seemed to seep into my bones despite my thick attire. It was my fifth visit, and the flowers
People in black attires filled the whole area as the dark clouds continued to shed. It’s expected that there will be rain. And of all the people here holding their own umbrellas, I’m the only one standing without one. My swollen eyes were fixed on the coffin going down into its grave.This was the last funeral I’ll be attending. The last day that I will see them in a coffin.It hurts so much to the point that it even breaks my heart. This month for me was a grieving one. The fact that the three special people in my life met the embrace of death. And without me, having the chance to do anything to save them was something I couldn't fathom. It’s an accident, but it’s hard for me to accept it.It’s not just an accident; instead, it was an incident, and someone killed them.I heaved a deep sigh and shivered due to the coldness of the rain. The rain got heavier as I cried harder, clutching the clothes in my chest, trying to ease the pain inside me.“Queenie, let’s go home,” Kyle gently mut
I put my phone back to my sling bag beside me. I feel nervous for what I am going to do. It feels like something bad will happen or is it just because of the thought that I am just afraid of riding an airplane? Am I doing the right thing?I remembered what my teacher said before, curiousity kills a cat. A common phrases rather idioms that people stated. Either it kills you literally or it will kill you in a meaningful way of knowing everything.I can’t stop myself when I want justice for my friends. If it’s not me, who else would they expect to do something like this? I can’t let go if deep down inside me, they need me for this.I got off the boat when I reached Catagban port where the van that'll take me to the resort was found. I occupied myself by reading a book by Agatha Christi, ABC Murder. One of Hercule Poirot myster.It was a book that Rhisha gave me at our graduation. She said that I might like it since I love reading books.I sighed. Because of thinking deeply, I got lost in
I gently pushed aside the curtain veiling the glass window of my room near my bed. I looked outside the window where I can vividly see the picturesque view of the sea. I can also sight the view of the ship sailing from a not-so-far-away distance.The view was so breathing taking and I can’t keep my gaze away from it. Natural beauty. White sands. Blue sea. Cloudy sky. What more can I say?I heaved a sigh countless times and plastered a wide smile on my lips reaching the depths of my heart.Yet it all vanished when I remembered that text last night. In just a snap, the lightness and tranquillity I felt inside my bosom faded away.My mind was bombarded by the question continuously running in my mind. What file did that sender mean? And who on earth is he?I mellow scratched the itchiness I felt on my arm and it leaves a red mark. I let out a sigh and turned around to take a shower.Perhaps, it was just a prank or a wrong-sent message. It’s nothing.I tried my hardest to forget and get ri
The men in the men's comfort room gently let go of my mouth and pushed me away when one of the men chasing me passed. I took the gun out of the sling bag. I turned around and pointed the gun at the man. And again, I froze instantly when I saw who he was. That handsome man on the beach. One of his eyebrows arched upwards and his dark earth-colored eyes widened seeing my hold."Are you gonna kill me?" he said with a laughing face."Who are you?" I asked him. He leaned against the wall near the closed door of the men's comfort room. He crossed his muscled arms."After I help you with those guys chasing you? You will treat me like this?" he said, continuing to ignore my question. His face was full of amusement that irritated me. What was funny about what I did?"Who are you?" I asked."Why?" he asked me a question. I need an answer, not a question. The reaction still remained on his face."Answer my question or I'm going to kill you!" I threatened him.The man straightened his standing an
"Shut up!" I uttered in annoyance."You didn't know you are hurting my feelings. Am I not that hot to you?" he asked huskily. I want the bed to eat me now, and disappear."Shut up! You are not!" I said out loud. I hate how my heart beats fast and how embarrassed I am."Bad women," he said and laughed as my ears warmed up. I heard his footsteps approaching me. With every step he took, was the loud thump of my chest. What will he do?"Don't come near me!" I shouted."Why? Are you afraid of how you will react to me?" he said with amusement in his tone. I wanted to spit swear words in his face. I felt him sitting on the side of the bed. I swallowed a few times. I've never been in this kind of situation. I picked up the pillow. If he approaches, I will hit him in the face. "What did you do and why are Miguel's men chasing you?" he asked.Miguel? Miguel's man? What is he saying and who is Miguel? "Who's Miguel? That's Jackson's man..." I corrected him. "Who are you?""I see, you didn't know