로그인DeanGrace 24, Dean 32She left half an hour ago with a sharp and scornful laugh that was referred to me. What happened a few minutes ago was nothing but fucking humiliating.How did I miss this?How did Enzo miss this?I appeared nothing but a pure fool. A fool who was desperate to marry her but didn’t have a clue about her condition. This was bad. Hale was already planning to marry her off to that bastard who was older than him, and now this. I could lose her and I couldn't let this happen.I comprehended she barely had any affection for Senator Peter, as she already was deeply devoted to another man.Well, no need to act astonished at this piece of revelation. I learned this little piece of information the day I first saw her. It wasn't her soft feminine charm that seduced me instantly. Sure, I was bewildered by her at first sight. I experienced a rare phenomenon in my system as my eyes found her in that crowd. She was smiling, and that smile was by far the most genuine thing I h
GraceGrace 24, Dean 32How long did it take for a human patient to snap? For how long could a person go through the same loop until they finally do something that was socially unacceptable? If you were wondering what I was thinking, let me be very clear to you: I was thinking murder. Killing everyone who forced me to live this fucking misery where no matter how much you ran, there was no escape. A new sun, a new dawn. People got up, washed away yesterday's anxiety, and happily went on with their day with a cup of coffee in their hand. For me, it was a dream, an indulgence to even contemplate. It would be nice to have one day, just one simple day in my life. Lord, I would even kill a thousand if it were necessary to enjoy those simple twenty-four hours. It would be worth it from every angle.See, when you lived a life, the same one I did under rules, power, and endless duties, it was normal to lose your mind. In twenty-four hours, you couldn't find a second for yourself. Twenty-fo
DeanGrace 24, Dean 32I found it.One thing about me was that I was good at finding dust. Hide it under the rug, dig it six feet under, or burn it—I would find it.This time it wasn't just dust. This was a grave, begging to be opened.The folder was heavy, too hefty for a person whose public image was cleaner than the water I had just drunk. Mayor Hale, the honest, righteous politician, had nothing to hide from the public.Bullshit.Papers barely weigh much. Ink didn't either. But secrets? Well, secrets had a way of sinking into our bones, making our hands feel the weight of an infinite amount. It would probably bite if you were not careful.The hundred pages of one crime after another that our dear committed over the last thirty years were honestly fascinating to read. Out of all he did, killing his friend, who once upon a time was also his secretary, was my least favorite. Clearly, it showed how disgraceful this fucking virtuous man was.A man who killed his friend could go to an
GraceGrace 24, Dean 32Something strange began to happen.It started the next morning of my performance. In the beginning I brushed it off and didn't think much of it. My instincts told me it was fine, nothing to worry about. However, now the same instincts were begging me to see what this man outside my studio really wanted.He had been following me for the past five days. Yes, five fucking days. I noticed him on the first day; he was talking to someone on the phone, appearing as just some random dude. The second day, his car went in the same direction as my car went, for three hours. Finally, on the third day, when the danger knocked on me, I witnessed him outside my house and studio.So, yes, I had a stalker, and it took me three days to understand what was happening to me.However, unlike other stalkers, this man only followed me, and every time I entered or left a place he would talk to someone on the phone before following my vehicle. It made me think about his identity, and a
DeanGrace 24, Dean 32The melancholy music hummed through the entire auditorium. Though it was a lamentable piece, the song was about two lovers. Two passionate fellows who lost themselves in each other so deeply that when they found one another, one of them was dead.The moment Grace strummed the first string of her instrument, the song captivated the audience. Others probably were too in-depth in the music, but I was sitting in the first row for another reason.More than the melody, it was the magnificence of the artist that kept me glued to this uncomfortable seat. Her beauty radiated under her white spotlight as she swung right into the music she was playing. Her full-sleeved burgundy gown with her hair in a neat updo, coupled with minimal makeup, brought out a freshness in this room. It was impossible to focus on the music when she was sitting there. Any man with a functioning dick would feel a little thing in the lower part of the body. Just the way I was feeling.Grace's eye
GraceGrace 24, Dean 32Tonight, I had two choices.Obey my father—or watch Daphne die in that locked attic.Even a little measure of using the power room would be used against me. The gun pointing at the head would, at any time, fire a bullet and end the life.I would have merrily taken the bullet, but the problem was that the gun was pointing at Daphne, who was locked in the attic. Still unconscious, not because of the drug she took last night, but more because the drug was pushed into her system by our father.This was how Mayor Hale fulfilled most of his wicked wishes. He was aware of my weakness and never hesitated to take advantage of that. He probably understood my vulnerability as a liberty he could hold whenever, wherever, however he wished. Little did he know, I was losing my patience. While yes, Daphne was my responsibility. Yes, I vowed to protect her from all the cruelty of this world. And yes, I took my promises as seriously as our father took the upcoming election.Ye







