CHAPTER 45: ESCAPE ARTISTRaquel manage to picked up her restraints. When she did, she carefully move, so careful, while her heart was hammering against her chest. She was taking a risk here. If she did not escape so soon, her chances to be free won’t come anymore.“I needed to do this.” She told herself, pushing the door opened.Raquel winced slightly, when it let out a low screech, when it scrap the floor, and then silence first greeted her. The walls are painted in a grey color, it looks old, withering as if it had been long abandoned. When she finally reach the stairs, she slowly climbed down, but Raquel was stopped on her tracks, when she heard voices.Right, voices.“Shit!” She cursed.They are getting closer. Left with no choice, Raquel quickly opened the nearest room she could find and hide there.“You know that I can’t let her run free unless she sued us.” It was Jasper speaking to somebody she isn’t familiar with.It is a woman, but she was certain that it is not Erika at a
CHAPTER 46: HER PAWN, HIS GAME“Henry it seems like you are taking a wrong turn.” Eliot speak his mind.He is no fool, and he’s no blind. He wouldn’t pretend as if he did not notice his strange behavior ever since. His eyes glancing back on the mirror to him, and the uncertain flick of his finger as he clutch the wheel. His shoulder is tense. A guilty outlook that he was keeping something from Eliot.“You should have not called me, Sir.” Henry whispered, but it reached Eliot. His voice was shaking as if he was trying to get in control, but he couldn’t. “You should just stay there and never come back, Sir Eliot.”It was easy for Eliot to finally grasp the situation.His hooded eyes darkened, “Who paid you?”He certainly didn’t need to ask. It was obviously Lauren, who cut those closer to Eliot, wrapping her arms around their neck just like what she did to her. He knew her—Lauren was like a venomous snake that would take everything she wanted, coiled on her palms perfectly. Helpless, an
CHAPTER 47: RAGING HUSBAND David stood outside of Evangeline Medical Hospital.It was raining, the clouds are gray and dark. It was pouring hard, he was soaked in the rain, but he doesn’t seems to care that much. His eyes remain cold, icy to the building as if it could destroy the bolting, crumbles beneath him as it fumbles.His phone vibrated inside his pocket.He knew who was calling.“Did you find her?” Mrs. Smith was quick to ask, she was sipping a glass of wine. She noticed that David is not responding.There’s only two possible reasons she could tell. One, he did not find her. Two, he was actually thinking how he could punished her. Oh, the thought made her chuckled.Now, Raquel would really wished that she never left and elope with another man. Mrs. Smith knew her son. He may appeared an obedient boy, but his temper was terrible. He actually killed his own pet, because it bites him.“I can tell what you were thinking, David.” Mrs. Smith voice out her thoughts. “But let me reas
CHAPTER 48: TRIGGERS, LIFE BEFORE DEATHThe sound of the gun isn’t that far, but it 2as enough to make Raquel feared for her life, but what more the name that Agnes uttered D gave her chills to the bone.David Smith, the husband she left just so she could find the truth.Questions floored inside her head. How did he find hers? But the, knowing David—he might have pay somebody to tracked where Raquel may have gone. He wasn’t on the list of her worries before, because she really thought he hated her guts, but now—it was a little different, her trauma making her struggles now that he did not come unharmed, but he is armed with a gun.“W—what are we going to do?” Her teeth chattered.She was scared, terrified as horrible things flashed before her eyes. Things that David is capable of.The gunshot was enough to threatened Raquel.Jerome was flustered, his cheeks hot as he panicked, “We needed to leave this room now.”But how? They are on the 4th floor and there’s no way in hell that they
CHAPTER 49: FATEFUL MEETINGWARNING FOR 18+ This may have included a scene, which is not suitable for a younger audience. If you are 16, and below, you should skip this part. You had been earned. Thank you. Yna buried her face in her palms. Her shoulder shook, the cries she couldn’t suppress brimmed and tore, shaded orbs, the honeyed colored eyes, which belonged to her appeared puff and red. She was a mess. Yna knew she was. “Uhm, are you alright, Madam?” The bartender, who take note of how Yna behaved curiously asked out of concern. The young man’s gaze trained across the several glasses that she had ordered earlier. They were Martini vermouth. [FUN FACT: If you’re not familiar with vermouth, it’s a wine that’s been fortified (usually with a bit of brandy) and aromatized with herbs or spices—and though it has a longer shelf life than non-fortified wine, it needs some TLC. But it’s worth it: Bartenders know that vermouth is a secret weapon to add body and nuance to martinis and o
CHAPTER 50: TRAPPEDHas she been too conformed with the world she weaved across her head that Yna hasn’t realized that she has been guided to a room itself? It was just a kiss, and now she can see herself inside a dimly-lighted room, and on her back, she was lying on something soft. She tried to squint her eyes, but Yna was too drunk. But that doesn’t mean she couldn’t make out the silhouetted, a large frame that was towering on top of her.In her mind, she was still thinking that it was Santi.He was there, looking at her. Panic seized her chest. Had he been thinking how bad is she, when their lips met? This made Yna anxious. To fear the worst as different scenarios began filling her head. Him—running back to Alicia, and doing the same thing.No! Her insides fumed. Of course, she won’t let that to happen again.She was determined to keep Santi, no matter how badly had he hurt her or no matter how long had he been cheating on her. The bitterness relished to which she quickly shook up.
CHAPTER 95: UNCONCEALED TRUTH, AND THE ALLIANCEAnd true to what Ruscov said, Rio had a dream.The dreamscape which is filled with blood rooted to damnation. It reeks with death. The demise to which she could tell means death. Somebody died. Somebody perished. All peril, annihilated by the masked killer, or was it a mask that the culprit wore? But woven skin taken from the victim who suffered, while the murderer’s face had gone missing. She recalled once on how she had encountered her—yes, her, to which she couldn’t grasp whether it was the whole truth or not. Another deception, another lies, and unconcealed truth that remains hidden on the dark. The missing killer. The cruelty that embraced Belize has been caused, and conformed by a woman. Mistaken as a man, for how much had she had gone through, the punishment she inflicted in accords as it was somehow similar to the psychopath killers, murderers of women between 1500’s, Jack—a reaper or so what he called himself with.Thus far, it
CHAPTER 95: [And so they were left fumbling, who’s evil, but neither the two knew that they have the same blood running on their veins.]Michael is dead, same with Jed.Rio felt her hands felt clammy under her sweater as she sits under Detective Ruscov’s gaze. It was penetrating as if he was trying to read her soul since earlier. It was early in the morning, when Midnight and Paxton go out, and so the male strode, asking and throwing questions to the groggy Rio who is not surprised at his uninvited appearance.“Your coffee would get cold.” She said a free R a moment, when she could no longer stand the awkward silence that fell between the pair.“Leave it be, I have more things to worry than having a cold coffee, Ms. Buenaventura—”“It’s Rio, I told you to call me Rio.” She despised recalling that name.Not because Rio hated it, but she do not like the memories that came after.“Rio.” Ruscov corrected himself. Behind him stood Reed, who was trying to figured out something. It just that