"What do you want?" she demanded. Ivory took a knife from her bag and pointed it at the man who had saved her.This time was not the first time someone had questioned her hair color, so Ivory would no longer easily trust the man even though he had saved her life."Wait, don't get angry! I won't hurt you. I'll pay you handsomely. Whatever you ask for! But you have to do something for me." Max stepped forward, eroding the distance between himself and the girl. "Please put that back in your bag, Miss." The girl didn't immediately respond to Max's words. Instead, she slowly lowered the object in her hand. For a moment, the girl was mesmerized and hypnotized by the appearance of a man in a suit, sharp hazel irises, and brown hair styled slightly messy. She almost said yes right away. "What do I have to do for you to make such a high offer? I don't want to be a drug courier or human trafficker," she replied. "Not at all. I want you to release the curse on me." The girl chuckled. Unbelie
Sunlight streamed in from behind the curtains. The large glass windows allowed the room to be bathed in the warmth of the morning sun. Ivory wriggled slowly, trying to relax her stiff muscles. She let out a soft squeal as she felt her bones being crushed to a pulp. She looked to her side, but Max was not there. Where was he? "Good morning," greeted a man in his rich baritone voice. If people didn't know, they might think he was in his thirties, but he wasn't yet. "Hey ... sorry, I slept like the dead. Are you going to work?" Ivory answered with a nod from Max. The man sat down near Ivory, who had risen after wrapping the blanket around her chest. It must have been Max who put that thing on her when she fell asleep last night. After reaching their 'release', she felt drained and sleepy, then unconsciously closed her eyes. "I'll keep my promise." The man handed Ivory a brown envelope. "I'm not paying you as a prostitute; consider this a form of gratitude." "What about the curse?
"Are you stalking me?" accused Max, which made Ivory splutter. "What? Me? Stalking you? What's in it for me, sir? You've given me what you promised; that's more than enough for me!" "Yes, just in case you want to hold me responsible for taking your virginity. Women these days are often unreasonable." Max grumbled, then went back to his work. "When you're done, you can return to your place!" he ordered coldly. Ivory looked at Max for a moment. The man was so arrogant and heartless, whereas a few hours ago, he was gentle with her and didn't show his arrogance. Ivory didn't want to talk much. She quickly finished her work and left her boss's room. The girl returned the equipment to its original place while grumbling. She deeply regretted her stupidity in helping that haughty man to escape the curse and give up her virginity. "If only I could have thought last night. I wouldn't have to face the problems I'm facing now," she muttered regretfully. "What made me agree to help an arroga
Ivory hurriedly packed up her things, as she no longer intended to live at the same place.She could still hear the growls and shouts of her boss before she left the office, and she made sure not to return to that place again. She was afraid that Max would find her and ask her to come back to work. Well ... that was just Ivory's thoughts that would probably never happen. An arrogant man like Max would never need someone like her. Even if Max looks for and asks for something from Ivory, Ivory will make sure never to give a chance to that man. She didn't want to get hurt for the umpteenth time. Just as Ivory was about to leave, her cell phone rang so loudly that she rushed to answer the call before someone outside her house heard the sound of her cell phone. Don't let anyone know her whereabouts. "Ivy, where are you?" asked the caller on the other line. Ivory knew who was calling her—Jane, of course. The girl wouldn't be able to get easy if Ivory weren't in her presence for a momen
Max wandered. No! His destination was, of course, home. He had to see the person who might save him from the sin he had committed. He had killed the girl. Ivory must have died from falling into the cold, deep sea. Plus, with the height between the bridge and the sea, there was no way her body wouldn't have been blown away. Even if the girl survived, she would probably suffer a concussion and memory loss. However, it seemed better than losing her life. Max walked into the house, his clothes in tatters due to his haphazard and uncontrollable changes. He didn't understand why that had happened, but it was the truth. He was a monster now. Plus, he had killed a girl who had no part in his condition. "Mirielle! Where are you, Elle!" called Max, a worried look on his face. His twin sister, holed up in her room, jumped to her feet when Max finally burst into her personal space. "Jeez, Max! What are you doing in my room?" snapped Mirielle, annoyed by Max's presence. She almost poured the l
Ivory felt her heart beating wildly; her breathing rushed as she tried to destroy this strange thing that seemed to be attached to her body parts. She was a human, not a fish! However, why was she now not much different from what had just slipped into her head?Was it true that she was an aquatic creature that belonged to mythology, and no one would believe it existed?Mermaids were just a bedtime story. It was hard for her to believe she was part of a mythological creature, just like Max, a werewolf!Ivory would never believe that!The girl got up; it was no longer the time to lament her fate because someone could have noticed her there. And with her current appearance, people would flock to make a spectacle of her or even take her to be skinned and made into dinner.Ivory shuddered at the thought of those horrible things happening to her. She had to hide immediately so that no one would see her.She moved by dragging her body away from the water to find a hiding place until someone
Max tried to trace Ivory's whereabouts the next day. Right under the bridge where he almost took her life. And indeed, he did. Ivory is no longer in this world. However, at least Max was able to find her body. It could be in the ocean or anywhere around where he was standing right now. Max could have asked his sister Mirielle for help to confirm Ivory's whereabouts and whether the girl was alive or dead. However, since last night Mirielle had been reluctant to say anything about Ivory despite Max's urging. Mirielle knew everything, but she always kept it to herself. And the girl didn't like being called psychic. "Where are you, Ivory?" Max muttered to himself. He kept walking along the coastline until he saw something that convinced him that Ivory had indeed been there. The clothes Ivory had worn last night were torn to shreds, but Max remembered the color that matched the girl's skin and hair. Ivory's skin color was pale white with a blush on both cheeks, with silver hair that s
"I'll keep this thing. You don't need to ask about that girl anymore, Max. You've caused a lot of trouble for many people; you know that?" Mirielle grumbled, knowing that her brother had come back to see her confirm some metal-like pieces that were slightly unusual in color.Mirielle could have found out about the object or even about Ivory. But she didn't. It wasn't that easy.She already knew what had happened to Max, which made her keep looking for the girl. And Mirielle was sure that if she helped Max, he would end up causing trouble again."Why do you have such a heart for your sister, Elle?! I know you must already know where Ivory is."Mirielle turned her body around and fixed her gaze on the kiwi-colored bead of the man before her, then continued to look at him without being distracted. That was Mirielle's intention, to intimidate Max into coming clean about what he had done to the girl."I-I was following what grandmother Ange said. The silver-haired girl, Ivory, is the one.