LOGINTRENT The papers landed harshly on the table, making the men flinch slightly. Grey-haired. Black suited. Wrinkled face. Greedy assed. Exhausting. Frustrating MEN!!!“WHAT?” I grumbled furiously, scowling at all of them. They cleared their throats, nervously looking away. One of them, with the most glaring guts, repeated the damn words. “We're sorry, Alpha Trent, but we can't show you the company's financial statements. And don't get us wrong. We respect and acknowledge you as Vince's son…”“But?” I snarled, fixing my dead glare at him. He swallowed a lump and continued. “But Vince didn't leave a will that states that we hand everything to you when he's not here. He didn't authorize you to be his proxy. So we're sorry but we can't do it.”I was standing, hands braced on the table with my hands tightly fisted. The rage inside me was being fueled by every nasty, insulting, and gutsy word they'd been saying since this meeting started. So badly do I wanna flip this table in their fac
ELENA Ignoring the voices and chatter was impossible. People were flooding in and out quietly. Dropping their flowers and saying their prayers for the deceased Vince. Father organized a little wake for Vince.I was sitting in one of the pews at a corner of the hall. Away from the attention. Away from the greetings. Away from the suffocating formality that I was supposed to carry out as a Luna. Aunt Vanessa was filling in for me. Doing both her duties and mine. I couldn't afford to stand there. My tears haven't stopped falling since I left the hospital. I wasn't sobbing or wailing. I was normal now, but the endless drop of tears was what I couldn't explain. That's why I have these dark shades on. And a scarf around my neck, up to my mouth. To not make it so obvious. “Luna Elena.” I looked up. Even sitting here, with these shades and all, they still recognized me. “I'm really sorry for your loss.” The elderly woman said. I nodded. She was expecting me to formally accept her greeti
ELENA "Elena…”The voice was faint. Deep. Raspy. Vince. My heart ached anew and I itched to get closer to the voice. To him. To cry my heart out and beg him never to leave. To tell him I'm sorry. But the harder I stretched my hand to him, the more he was out of touch. “Elena…” I felt a hand hovering over mine. And a shadow cast above me. Faint background voices joined in, destroying my beautiful illusion of Vince. My eyes slowly opened, taking in the blurry, white ceilings. The voices whispered more, all at once, making it kinda hard to grab a thing. I took a deep breath, blinking until my vision cleared. The smell. The ceiling. The ambiance. I knew exactly where I was. “Luna Elena. Are you alright?” Dr. Drake asked, hovering over me. He had a cautious gaze and a pitiful stare. I took a few seconds and then the agony in my heart set in. “Where's Vince?” I whispered to him, holding his hand pleadingly while tears rolled down the corners of my eyes. “I need to see him…”“Luna
ELENA “Could it be stress?” Dr. Drake asked, going around his table and settling on his seat. “Maybe you're just stressed and it's taking its toll on you?”“I don't know,” I said with a sigh. “I just feel dizzy and out of it. And sometimes I get this banging headache.”“Hmm.” He smiled and made a show of going through some files on his table. “Is there a chance you're pregnant?”“Wh-what?!” I was gobsmacked. Dr. Drake had a sneaky smile and expertly avoided my gaze. “You’re having sex, ain't you?” He continued with his pretty sensitive questions. Still avoiding my gaze. Still with that smile. It looked like he damn well was trying to leave me a flustered mess. And God, it was working. “I…I…don't need to answer that.”He laughed, finally looking at me. “Why not? It's a harmless question?”Yeah, so damn harmless. And yet, I'm so discolored with all shades of red right now. “Well, you're not…you're not my therapist so you don't get to ask me such personal questions.”“Luna Elena, pl
VINCE Dying would be a better choice right now. An easier and less painful one. Rather than staying alive and feeling every fucking shade of pain I never knew existed. I wasn't even sure what part of my body hurt more. Was it my swollen eyes that dripped blood in intervals? Or my bleeding ankle that made walking almost impossible and fucking excruciating? Or my aching chest? Or the burning sensation crushing my heart into bits?The pain already pierced into my soul, shattered my resolve, and left me at its mercy. I could almost feel my soul leaving me.Before now, I'd conjure up images and moments with Elena in my head. They sheltered me from the pain. Kept my mind distracted and at peace. Endless fantasies of getting reunited with her had me in one piece. Until I found out in the most painful way that she already moved on with Trent. It was at that moment that I gave up. Lost my will to fight and let the pain come in and eat me up. What's the point of struggling to stay alive when
ELENA “Leonardo?” Father's brows furrowed. “What did he do to Trent?”“I don't really know how it happened. But Leonardo came by the house and they argued a lot. Trent had the men throw him out of the house. And followed him outside the main gate, still cursing him out. And the next thing I heard was screams…”Aunt Vanessa was caught up in her sobs, and Mother had to hug her again. I was both sad and confused. The story was unfinished. “Screams? Why?” Father urged softly.“Leonardo ran him over with his car!” Aunt Vanessa wailed. Father and I exchanged shocked looks. What?“I don't understand why he'd do that to my son. To Vince's son. I thought he was best friends with Vince. How could he hurt our baby like that?” Aunt Vanessa said between her wails. “That's because he's a pathetic sellout who doesn't value friendships. He sold Vince off to the rogues and now he's after Vince's son. That man…” Father gritted his teeth. “Did he really?" Aunt Vanessa asked wide-eyed. "Trent menti







