로그인GraceGrace, 24; Dean, 32And I said yes.This might be the stupidest thing to do, but I said yes to a stranger and his even more stupid marriage proposal.Tonight, I learned a thing about human nature. ‘Humans tend to lean on the side where they receive respect, peace, and comfort.’ In my case, comfort was always present; however, not the first two: respect and peace. These two sounded melodic to my ears, a soft, gentle noise that instantly thrust you into cheeriness. The people I grew up with were less human and more monsters. Expecting any of them from these non-humans would be foolishness, so I refrained from desiring anything from anyone. And that worked in my behalf. Now, I was fucking wishing. Yes, the one girl who liked to keep everything to herself was now expecting a better life, a bright future, respect, and fucking peace. From a man who was basically a stranger.Yeah, this was probably the most brainless stuff I agreed to; No, correction: This was the most brainless thin
GraceGrace 24; Dean 32Tonight the air was stuffy. Well, it was nothing new in the Hale mansion. The air was always suffocating in this house. Even if one wished to breathe freely, this house wasn't the right place for a person. Too many secrets, too many sins turned this palace into a polluted estate. Falling for the outside shining exterior of this mansion would be your first mistake, a grave one, because as soon as you met the monsters who were residing here, you would want to run. As fast as you could.However, tonight it was different. Usually, I was good at singling out the unpleasantness of this house (one I learned through living with the monster), but tonight wasn't that night. My instincts were blunt, sleeping somewhere when my gut was sending signals to be on high alert. Or was it nothing? Merely the choker necklace around my neck, the one Jennie delivered to me, stating, 'The mayor wants you to wear it for tonight's dinner.’ The necklace belonged to Mrs. Hale, not my mo
DeanGrace 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







