CHAPTER 26: TEMPTRESS“I got him, Ma.” Grace was already dressed, when she leave the club, and turned her back from Conrad, who is still drunk, unconscious on the bed they shared. Naked, dreaming of the fire they crave.She would admit it, he was a beast on bed.“I knew that I could rely on you, Grace.” What she said put Mrs. Roswell on a great mood. “Make sure that after this night, he wouldn’t forget about you.”Who would?She is Grace Roswell, every man couldn’t resist her charms, only except Eliot, but that was least of her worries for now. He’s no use for them. He have no money or so she thought.“So, what now?” Grace climbed up on the bed.She could still hear the fading music that was bouncing back from downstairs. She sit in front of a mirror that was placed inside that vanity room. Her reflection stared back at her.Swollen lips, and smudge makeup smeared her face, one of her eyelashes is missing, her hair is in a mess, but that doesn’t make her less.She was still beautiful.
CHAPTER 27: IN CAPTIVITY“By any chance, have you seen Raquel?” Hopeful, Eliot asked Mary, who came on his room to for her daily rounds.In spite of what happened, her and Raquel’s encounter, he was still hoping that she might help him find year. It’s been hours since she left, until then she did not showed up. For most times, if he is not in love with her and if the shoes does not fit to Eliot, he’ll c it petty, but now is different. He loves her, he was sure of it, and she feels the same. When he saw her jealous gaze to Mary earlier, that took away his doubts and truly felt that Raquel is genuine.She was risking her life taking him here.He knew she was married. It’s wrong, but this affair or whatever it is—it feels right for Eliot.“Sad to say that I did not.” Mary looked at him. “Why are you looking for her? I thought you two are together..?”The way she said the last word, Eliot is no fool, it was the macabre of hope, of something she felt, but was afraid of. In a short period o
CHAPTER 28: ALAS, ORDER TO KILL“Grace Roswell, huh?” Conrad chuckled.He was inside his office, amused by the reports that Moore brought to him. It contain photographs, and everything that he wanted to know about Grace. That particular woman who fill his yearnings the other night.She has never been married even at the age of 25, but that doesn’t mean she haven’t had any dirty little secret to keep for herself.Conrad was surprise when he read something on her file, “She had been seeing her sisters husband?” He mused, flicking the photographs one by one.There she is—on a fancy date with David, an intimate moment inside his own house, where Raquel was. She’s not afraid, but what made him interested more is the fact on how she have the leverage, although she isn’t the wife.“Seems like I’ll be enjoying my stay here, while I am not yet being thrown—”There is aca sudden knock from his door.Conrad rolled his eyes.“I told you not to disturb me, didn’t I? “ He was annoyed.But it only d
CHAPTER 29: STOLENIt was Jasper. Raquel knew that she couldn’t be mistaken. How can she not remember his face? He was once invited into their house, introduce as Grace boyfriend.It was way back in college.“My, I didn’t know that you were bringing somebody home, dear.” Mrs. Roswell skeptically eyed the boy that Grace brought. She and her husband, making sure that he has something to offer for the family. He was built slim, and neat. Handsome, for Raquel’s opinion, but she couldn’t voice it out. She remain on her seat, her head was hanging low, while they chatter. But she caught a glimpse of him earlier. His name is Jasper, and he was on the same level as Grace is. “I didn’t tell you yet, because I wanted it to be a surprise, Ma.” Grace tucked in a loose strand of hair behind her ears. “Well, this is Jasper, and he is my boyfriend.”A boyfriend? Raquel thought. But there’s nothing new about it. Grace would being different boys, seducing each whom she think would majorly give her wh
CHAPTER 30: INDEBTED It was Mrs. Roswell’s loud shriek that woke up Grace from her room. With worry laced face, she rushes out only to find her mother trying to stop a few men from taking everything inside their house. “Y-you can’t do this to me! How dare you treated us like we’re some pieces of sheet?!” Mrs. Roswell hollered. She was far from the sophisticated Roswell, who would eye those who are beneath her. Her hair is tangle, barefooted as she stood there with rage. Mrs. Roswell was clearly a mess after the arrest of her husband, and now this. Grace worriedly take her steps towards her mother, “What’s happening, Ma?” Even she was tired with all of it. “These bastards are telling us that we have some debt, when clearly we don’t!” She snapped. That’s when they both heard a voice coming to their direction. “Why don’t you ask your husband, Mrs. Roswell then?” The two lifted their eyes. They were meet by an old man, whose neck and arms are both covered with gold, necklaces an
CHAPTER 31: HER JEALOUSY When she woke up the next day, Italia was alone. The sun was already shining brightly, and the empty space beside her was cold. The traje de boda was nowhere to be seen, and everything seems to be already neatly arrange as if yesterday were nothing, but all dreams of lust, and repine longing that Gustavio could still be soften by her.She sighs.The double doors of her room opened.“Miss.” It was Tristan, her personal butler. “Mr. Salvador ask me to send you at the dining table.”“Tell him that I wasn’t in the mood—”“It was an order, Miss.”Her fist curled up, and clenched.“An order, huh?”Italia doesn’t like the sound of it, but what can she do? Whose fault was it to be here kissing Gustavio Enriquez Salvador’s ass? Probably hers.“I’m coming.” Italia pulled her robes to hide her bare shoulder in sight. “Wait for me outside—”“I’m sorry, Miss.” Tristan sounded apologetic this time. “But Mr. Salvador emphasize that I must not leave your side and quickly fet
CHAPTER 32: SCANDAL“You did not hurt yourself, didn’t you?” Zamiel asked.Italia laughs softly.“Geez, stop worrying, it wasn’t as if you didn’t saw that not even a shard graze my palms, Zam.” She rolled her eyes playfully, regardless of the heaviness she was carrying on her chest.“Did I say I was referring to a wound?” With that said, the latter lifted his head.He was frowning.Italia’s smile faltered.“W—what...”“I know what you feel.” Zamiel sighs. He reached out, and softly touched her head in a comforting manner. “I know my cousin could be a bastard sometimes.” He added, and chuckled as if to lighten up the mood.“Zam...” Italia trailed off, before she turned her head sideways. “How long had you known?”“Way back in college,” Zamiel stood up. “I know that the two of you had a thing—”“That’s why you were never surprise to see me here one day living with him, right?” Italia confronted him.“Yes.” Before his forehead ceased. “But what I couldn’t understand was why there is Sama
CHAPTER 33: GRUDGES TO BE KEPTDid she fainted?A grunt escape from her lips, when she woke up. Lost, because the last time she could recall isn’t this place, but she boarded a car of a woman named Mitch...? Minchi...? But the throbbing on her temples only made her unable to remember her name.The light seeping from the cracks blinded her for a second. The room is painted white, and the smell of disinfectant suggested where she is.Italia was brought in a hospital, but what for?The door of her room was pushed open.“You’re awake.” It is the woman.“You are...?” Italia smile is uncertain. “Sorry, I am a little groggy.”“That’s alright, and it’s Minchin.” The latter placed some bags to the table next to her bed. “I brought you some food.”“Thanks, but what happened?” Italia is still seemingly confuse.“You fainted.” Minchin stated the obvious. “Out of worry, I brought you here and the doctors say that you just needed a little rest, because you seems to be under so much stress lately.”