The blood in Roses, an organization built and funded by Harry just so he could enact his long plot of revenge. An organization that took several lives, both within and outside the organization, an organization that strives to reach medical and technological advancements, not for the good of the country, but to be used and facilitated for his sole desire to seek revenge against his brother.
Now, once Harry Burton, rather, Harry Valencia is his real name, whose remains and ashes are scattered along the dirt, not an urn to keep his remains. He is no more, no longer a threat to the Valencia Household, no longer a threat to anyone else within, and those who could’ve been taken as a weapon of disposal by Harry in the very beginning. As the organization is flourishing, it will be quite a waste to let
Today, we end our journey as the book comes to it's very end. I firstly want to thank the readers who stood by and supported this book during the days of it's making. Thank you for reaching this far, for reading this note at the very end. Sometimes, people tend to believe and seek revenge to satisfy one's anger. But to be honest, revenge will only make them more miserable. To live happily and to let go is the true revenge that one could have. Once again, thank you for supporting me and this book in it's journey to completion, it is utmost appreciated.
Lights flashed in their utmost shine as music on full blast could be heard from all corners of the place. People could be heard chattering over the volume or dancing their night away. But on a specific occasion, a young man known as Antony Valencia, a wealthy, young heir who seemed to be in his early 20s swayed from left to right, unable to keep balance. It led to a moment where he was about to collapse after stepping on his own feet if it weren’t for the aid of his longtime friend, Kenneth. “Damn, why’d you have to drink so much?” A sigh left Kenneth’s lips as he placed an arm under Antony’s arm and over his shoulder, supporting his weight to make sure he doesn’t collapse with face first on the ground. It was one of those typical nights where they would hang out around clubs and bars t
She and her brother may not be in the best of terms, but he really is her brother to begin with, and the chosen heir for their family legacy which she totally agreed on. “I’m still thinking about that… After all, he no longer believed in love after Gina…” Christine paused after mentioning that name, it was a taboo term in which the whole household falls into silence after just hearing nor mentioning that name. Angelica fell into a prolonged silence before eventually tightening her hold onto her mother’s hand, reassuring her silently through her actions. “He doesn’t need her, what he needs is a woman who will devote her love and care for him. A woman who will make him realize that Gina isn’t the only one who can keep his heart.” Angelica smiled after she spoke, her tone lighting t
Meanwhile, on the other side of the facility. Cristopher ran over to a certain table near the cafeteria. He smiled upon seeing the person he was looking for, the person he always hangs out with whenever he is free from missions and tasks assigned to him. Being a trained assassin of the association called ‘Blood in Roses” gave him very little time for himself. Although he knew, the best thing he ever experienced in the said association was to have an awesome partner alongside him. “Hey, Crissy!” he shouted over the sea of people chattering in the area, slipping through busy bodies and finally arrived over at a table. Sitting across another woman who seemed to be only in her early 20s. she raised an eyebrow over at Cristopher as she bit onto the sandwich that she was currently eating; hence, it was lunch
“Why… why did you choose me? Griselda is prettier, Maude knows the social circle well. And Dianne is seductive, she can infatuate any man. Why me? Sir, you know that I can’t be that kind of woman.” she questioned, her tone filled with disbelief and demanding for answers. Although she has no rights to question her superior, she couldn’t help but question why of all women, why her? “Cristopher, could you please leave for a moment? I want to talk to Crystal in private.” he glanced over to the man standing beside her. Cristopher hastily nodded his head and walked out. The doors closed after he went out; the bodyguards must’ve closed them after. “Sir, I—” she tried to explain, yet was cut off by her Boss speaking.
“You—What?!” Cristopher yelled in disbelief; his brows furrowed in confusion. It was an hour later after Crystal was excused from her superior, it didn’t take too long before she managed to find her partner, Cristopher Dencio, on her way in getting the new file. Yet after explaining the whole situation and her decision to partake in the task, she wondered why her partner is so riled up with the fact that she chose to partake in the task. Since, aren’t they already used to dangerous tasks and missions? “How—why? Didn’t I tell you to stay away from the social circle?!” he shouted, earning a few glances from the people around them in a series of whispering chatters. “It’s d
His playful face became nonchalant in seriousness as he went to one of the work areas that seemed to be a little darker in lighting compared to the other work areas. This was the work area for hackers, wiretappers and spies, their job is to keep an eye on people which they are tasked to do and gain as much information as they could about them. He took a seat by his place, he was the leader of the team, he has utmost control on how this part of the association works or how they progress. He knows everything about their team, which concerns him because they have been monitoring the social circle for so long, it’s terrifying to be involved in their endless sea of conspiracies. If ever someone got involved in that line of mess, peace will never be a word to describe their life in the future.
“The Rosette’ family runs an architectural chain of companies that focuses on market value and builds establishments for finance-based companies which they have a good relationship of. Carmilla is the elder young missy wherein she has a younger sister named Clarise, it is suspected that they don’t have a good relationship with each other.” he read out loud, glancing over if his companion has heard and understood everything that he just said, in which she did. She raised a brow. “Sibling rivalry already? It’s nothing new, almost all rich nobles tend to compete with each other among siblings for rights of wealth and power.” she explained, looking over at her nails as if they are far more worth paying attention to than anything else. “As long as she doesn’t cross my line, she