DANTEMy fingers drummed a frantic rhythm against the steering wheel, each tap echoing the increasing thrum of anxiety in my chest. My eyes were fixed on the mansion gate of the Yu, waiting for a woman to come out from that gate.Five minutes. Then ten. Now it is almost an hour. Where was she? I glanced at my watch again, as if the numbers would magically rearrange themselves and tell me I was wrong, that she wasn't this late. “Are you sure she got your message?” I asked Abby in the passenger seat, a frown was evident on her face.I'm not sure if she's annoyed that Lina is late or worried.“Yes, she even read it,” and she showed me the screen of her phone, containing the message she sent to Lina twice.The sun was dipping lower, casting long, distorted shadows across the empty street. Every time the gate was opened, it made me instinctively straighten, only to slump back when it wasn't her who came out.A knot tightened in my stomach.Maybe she forgot? No, that was ridiculous. We'd
CATALINAMy eyes widened, disbelieving, and fixed on his dark, metallic, and long gun. It was pointed straight at us. Every instinct screamed at me to run, to scream, to do something, but I was frozen. My heart hammered against my chest as I firmly shut my eyes when Mr. Wang yelled something I couldn't apprehend, probably repeating his words in Mandarin.“Wángxiānshēng, nǐ zài shuō shénme?” Catherine asked with her trembling voice.(What are you saying, Mr. Wang?)So, he's talking about Mr. Yu.Mr. Wang charged at us, blood drained from my face, leaving my skin cold and clammy. He threw his gun somewhere and clutched his hard, heavy hand to Catherine’s face, pressing harshly to her cheeks.All I could do was stare at them and at the people inside who seemed not to care about the scenario in front of them and the commotion outside as if the war had begun.Gunshots echo in the air, followed by another, closer this time. My head snapped towards the window, every muscle in my body tensin
CATALINACatherine stood with arms folded with a sharp stare darted on mine. "Put it on," she commanded.Damn it.I hesitated as my fingers tightened around the fabric, pressing it to my stomach, feeling the folded edges of the document beneath my shirt. Resistance was pointless in this situation, so I nodded and stepped into the dressing room, carefully closing the door. The moment I closed the door, my hands flew to the document hidden beneath my shirt, smoothing out the crumpled edges. With this, I can make everything mess up.I pulled out my phone and began snapping pictures with uneven breathing. The dim light makes the ink appear faded, but the words are unmistakable. I snapped picture after picture in a hurry and opened my email with shaking fingers. I attached the images and sent them.I didn't forget to message Abby about taking Chen to a safe place. If anything happens, Mr. Yu, Catherine, and the Triads won't hesitate to create a war. That's why I don't want Dante to get
CATALINAI twisted the knob slowly. I winced when it made a soft click. I was amused that she did not lock her door, or maybe she had forgotten because she was fuming when she found out her two prisoners escaped.The door creaked as I pushed it open enough to slip through. I held my breath, my pulse pounding with tension as I stepped into the room.I was greeted by an oasis of calm, with an air of understated elegance. The color palette is soft and neutral, dominated by shades of warm taupes and gentle grays, creating a serene atmosphere. The room feels calm, sophisticated, and meticulously curated with no clutter or excess, just an intentional sense of luxury and timeless design.Literal Catherine Yu, except for the calm.I moved toward the desk, my eyes scanning the room in the low light. The drawer, slightly ajar, beckoned me. My fingers trembled as I slid it open with my heart hammering against my chest. The contents inside were simple: papers, a few old books, and nothing out o
CATALINA His words hung in the air like a heavy, suffocating fog. My chest was tightening as the shock settled in, to the point I could hardly breathe.The phone slipped from my hand as my fingers went numb, but I caught it just in time, clutching it back to my ear again.“What the hell did you just say?” My voice was hoarse, and my mind was reeling, trying to wrap itself around the impossibility of his words.It couldn't be! Uncle Mondo would never harm my father!!“Lina, Mondo Natividad worked with the Triads, and your father did something that triggered the Triad's business, so Natividad ended your father’s life just as the Triad wanted.”Tears streamed down my face. I gripped the nearest surface with my hands trembling. My heart pounded in my chest as if it was about to explode, but this time, it was a mixture of anger and grief, and the pain was too much to hold back.There were dozens of questions that I couldn't put together.“What…” My voice cracked, unable to form the rest o
CATALINACatherine stood at the doorway, hands curled at her side, resisting the urge to grip me by my neck. She looked pissed and I knew I'm getting on her nerves.The air between us felt charged, thick with something unspoken yet undeniable. The weight is tangible, a thread pulled too tight, threatening to snap.“What are you saying?”Before I could speak, I saw Chen behind her with a familiar phone clutched in his tiny hands.“Oh! You found me!” I exclaimed, startling Chen. He immediately hid the phone in his pocket. At the same time, Catherine turned around and was surprised to see Chen behind her. Chen seemed tense as soon as he met the frowning face of Catherine.“We're playing hide and seek,” I said, getting her attention.I walked past her and carried Chen in my arms. But Catherine held my arm, stopping me.“We're not done talking about your wedding with Luhan Wang,” She hisses, fingers gripping around my arm.Her eyes were dark and sharp in search of some understanding in my