MasukAndrew stopped in front of a door. “We’re here”, he announced. “What’s down there?” “Wrong question”, he smirked, a creepy one, something about it made her uneasy. “Who…” Kate scrunched her brow, she instinctively held her breath as his hand hovered above the knob. The image of the stairs leading to the dark, eerie room flashed in her head. Andrew pushed the door open, lights immediately flashing on. Kate’s eyes widened in surprise. This wasn’t what she was expecting. He stretched out his palm toward her, but once again she ignored him, and took the initiative to walked down the stairs. Every few steps, she looked over her shoulders to make sure Andrew was behind her. Her feet halting, when she got to the last step, not expecting what… no who she saw. Her gaze locked onto a man slumped in a chair, his wrists and legs tied, head hanging low, so she couldn’t see his face. A horrified gasp escaped her lips as she rushed forward . “Andrew!” She shouted, turning to
Found it on Rose's desk when I went to collect my file”, Catherine answered. “This means..” “Someone named Noel knows she has a secret”, Catherine completed. Kate rolled her eyes. “No. Noel had contacted her recently, since you found it on her desk”. “Who is Noel again?” Catherine asked, her face scrunched in confusion. “The person who helped her plan my accident”, Kate groaned, rolling her eyes again. “Oh”, Catherine mouthed, staring at the picture once more. Kate rubbed her chin, deep in thought. Was there someone else asides from Charles, Gracie, Alex and herself, who knew what she’d done? “And who the hell still sends letters?” Catherine mumbled, pulling her out of her thoughts. “Wait a minute, this handwriting looks familiar”. “The handwriting style is very popular. A lot of people know calligraphy”. Catherine nodded slowly. “I guess you’re right… but not many people get the ‘N’ like that”. “What are you two talking about?” They both turned to find Andrew
“At first I was drawn to you, and wanted to know more about you, so I asked Alexander for help. Then I found out your identity was fake. I had to get to the bottom of it but I ended up falling in love with you in the process”. “And that should make me feel better”, Kate scoffed, an incredulous look on her face. “You saw me as some interesting puzzle, and the great Charles Donovan just had to fix the pieces together”. “So Alex helped you. He knows I’m Kate too?” That explained the strange look he gave her yesterday. “Like I said, he’s the one who helped me”. “And you found out since the rooftop date? Is that why you had distanced yourself after?” Charles bit out his lower lips. “Yes, because I didn’t know what to do”. Kate arched her brow. “What does that mean?” “Alex told me that day. I didn’t want to believe him. But then I started putting two and two together and it all started to make sense. Still, I wasn’t sure”. “Then what changed your mind?” “Your grandpa an
His black orbs were staring back at her, just like that night at the rooftop and every other day after, boring into her soul but this time with conviction because this time he knew her secret. For how long? She took slow, measured steps towards him, not bothering to wipe the earlier tears off her face. Her gaze hardened as she stood in front of him. For a moment they just stared at each other without saying a word, their eyes in a heated argument, more like hers was. “How long did you know?” She finally asked. “I found out recently”, Charles relied calmly. “When was it?” She demanded. “At the rooftop dinner or after my accident?” Charles clenched his jaw, looking away. “At the rooftop”. Kate gaped at him. That long? “You said you didn’t care about my past!” “That was before I found out you were Kate”, he shot back. “Heck! I don’t even know what to call you Taylor or Kate?” She opened her mouth to respond but he cut in. “Were you planning on keeping your identit
“I took piano lessons when I was 9”, she replied instead. “Wow. You must be really talented”, Tiffany praised. Kate forced a smile with a nod Tiffany turned to the piano. “No one has touched it since Kate left”, she said softly. “But I still ask the maids to clean it every time…” She paused, her voice faltering slightly. “...so she’ll be able to play it again when her prescense comes back home”. Kate’s eyes began to water. Her gaze strayed back to the piano, not daring to glance at her mother. This wasn’t the time to fall apart. Don’t be weak, she chanted silently. “I blame myself for her death”, Tiffany whispered. Her head sharply turned to her mother, forgetting whatever planned she had not to look at her. Tiffany glanced at her briefly with a forced smile before shifting her gaze to the piano again. “I’m sure Kate doesn’t”, Kate said softly. Off course she doesn’t, she screamed in her head. “That’s what everyone keeps telling me”, Tiffany said, annoyance lac
“I miss her, you know”, Vincent mumbled softly, breaking the silence. “And I didn’t get to see her one last time…” “Well, she’s dead now, and nothing can bring her back”, Ariana replied flatly. Kate was tempted to throw a glare her cousin’s way. Of course Ari had to be bitter even on her death Remembrance Day. Didn’t the girl know empathy. “And who was the person bawling her eyes out when she heard Kate had died?” Vincent snickered. Ariana’s hand froze over her screen, her face slightly flustered. Ariana cried? That was one thing, Kate didn’t expect to hear. “I was just worried about who would look after the company when she was gone”, Ariana defended, trying to sound nonchalant. “She dumped the family responsibility on us”. Kate cut her off mid-rant. “You do miss her?” Ariana glared at her but answered anyway. “I never hated her, you know. But she was always in the spotlight. I just wanted to be noticed for a once. And now that she’s gone… every other thing just see







