Imagine finding out your current lover is your deceased fiancee's murderer, what would you do? Continue the relationship? Or bring him to justice?View More
Ashley's point of view.>The Next Morning“... I'll be there right away, sir”My eyes snapped open when I heard Monique talking to someone on the phone, but they quickly flapped shut when they couldn't handle the bright light in my room. With furrowed brows, I slowly opened my eyes again, until they adjusted to the brightness. “... just five minutes, sir” she said.Five minutes to do what? I couldn't help but wonder.“Yes, sir” she spoke up again.Not wanting to guess what's going on, and also didn't want to be in a suspense, I hopped out of my bed and dashed out of my room barefooted as I headed straight for Monique's room where her voice was coming from. She was just done with her phone call, and was packing up what seemed to be a shawl in her luggage when I entered her room. I don't know if she knew I was there, or maybe she knew, and she's purposely ignoring me because she didn't even look in my direction… After all, our fight last night was pretty intense. Anyway, I cleared m
Ashley's point of view.>Ashley's Apartment“Wow, I just created a masterpiece!” I heard Ben's excited voice from inside our apartment, immediately I reached the door.Monique scoffed mockingly, “Your masterpiece is nothing but pure poison” she badmouthed.My lips subconsciously curved into a smile because I already know what's going on inside, Ben must have created a new recipe and Monique doesn't think it's safe to eat it.“Poison?” There's a brief pause, and I could imagine he's trying to find the right words to use. “I wouldn't create a new recipe if I wanna poison you, that will be an utmost insult to my talent” he snarled.“You… You… Bastard!” Monique exclaimed.Knowing it's about to go down between them, I took that as my cue to step in, or I will definitely have a lot of cleaning to do after their battle. I quickly grabbed the knob, pushed the door open and stepped in.“Hey, guys, I'm home” I announced my presence, halting their movements. Monique was already lunging at Ben
Third person's point of view.>Ashley's Relaxation Center– he was still leaping a bit, though. But just when he was about jumping through the only window in the room, his body stilled as his ears caught Ashley's conversation with her friend on the phone, then he felt guilty for wanting to leave without thanking her for saving his life. He quickly retreated from the window and sat on the bed. Reaching in the inner pockets of his jacket, he pulled out his mobile phone and dialed a number, then waited impatiently for the receiver to pick up.“Hello?” the receiver finally picked up after a few rings.“Nathan” he called quietly.There was a brief pause. “Boss?” the receiver (now known as Nathan) called in a surprised, and somewhat relieved tone. “Where are you, boss?” he asked.“I'm f
Ashley's point of view.>Ashley's Relaxation Center“Where's your wallet?” I nodded at his pants pocket, hoping to find some identification that could lead us to his family or friends. “Maybe we can know who you are if we check your ID” He stared blankly at me for a moment, then sighed and slowly, or perhaps I should say reluctantly, searched his pockets. I felt a glimmer of hope as he searched his pockets. Perhaps we could know who he was if we checked his ID. But as he searched his pockets, his expression grew more despondent.But every glimmer of hope that arose in me, flew out the window the moment he spoke.“I don't have any IDs on me” he said, displaying his empty pockets. My mouth stayed slightly opened, and my brows raised as I gave him a dismayed look. He doesn't even have an ID on him – Oh no, this is bad. “You don't know your name, so, definitely, you don't also know where you used to live. And now you don't have an ID, then how do we contact your family?” He remained
Ashley's point of view.>Ashley Relaxation Center“Jeez, business is too slow today” I grumbled mentally as my eyes glanced at the wall clock right above the entrance door. My café was eerily quiet this morning, with only the soft hum of the air conditioning breaking the silence. The clicking of the clock seemed to echo in the space, annoyingly reminding me of the passing time. My eyes narrowed as some wicked thoughts crossed my mind – could it be the man I saved last night brought bad luck to me? Is he the reason people aren't trooping in like every other day?But I quickly shook those thoughts off and scolded myself for being paranoid. Tiredness from last night kicked in, and I released a yawn, not getting a good sleep last night is telling on me because I'm feeling quite sleepy right now.As I leaned against the counter, my mind wandered back to the injured man and I gasped in worry. I had completely forgotten to check up on him, what if he's up and thinks he's gotten kidnapped?
Third person's point of view.>The Anderson Family Mansion– her name was Charlotte Albert.Sitting beside her, was a woman in her early fifties, with gentle eyes and silver-streaked hair, who's trying to console her. This woman is Amelia, her would-be mother-in-law. “Last night was supposed to be our engagement party, Amelia” Charlotte cried. “I was so excited because it was meant to be a very memorable day for us, and he…" she choked on her words as tears endlessly streamed down her porcelain skin. “Yes, I know, Charlotte, I know, but don't cry,” Amelia consoled her while patting her back tenderly. “I'm sure Daniel has a perfect reason for standing all of us up”“A perfect reason? I'm now officially a laughingstock, what perfect reason can he possibly have, Amelia?” Charlotte ret
Ashley's point of view>The Next Morning“You scared the living daylights out of me, Monique” I chided her, my voice still trembling slightly from the adrenaline rush.Monique's once widened eyes narrowed at my words, and she averted her gaze from me towards my bed. Another scream escaped her lips, louder and more piercing than before.“WHAT THE HELL IS A STRANGE MAN DOING ON Y
Ashley's point of view.>Ashley's Relaxation Center– it's too much hassle.Hold on a second, if he's on the run from the law, doesn't this mean I'm helping a criminal escape punishment? Wouldn't I be considered an accomplice? Never mind, I'll just trust my instincts and save him first.I rushed back to my cashier desk, gathered all my money – because I'm not losing my money to anyone – shoved them in my purse and rushed back to the wounded stranger. I hurriedly locked my door, then tried to help him up, but realized he's too heavy since he's passed out.Then, deciding on getting a cab first, I walked away from the door to the road to catch a one.But for some reason, this evening doesn't seem as bus
Ashley's point of view.>The Next Morning – Ashley's Apartment“Someone is in good spirits today” Monique said when she stepped into the kitchen.I threw a quick glance at her, and smiled weakly. “Yeah” I replied.“Yeah?” she asked, sounding surprised at my quick recovery.I paused the music, turned to face her, and sighed while leaning against the counter.“Nike was my fiancé, he was the love of my life, and he treated me right in his short lifetime, but he's gone, and I believe he wouldn't want to see me losing myself and crying my eyes out because of him” I paused and studied her expression.Her brows furrowed as she looked carefully at my face, searching for any form of sadness. “Huh… aren't you just trying to be
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