The tracker device they'd been following leads them on a warehouse that is already abandoned but still functioning. Demetria stopped the car far away from the warehouse and gets ready her gun. They're the one who headed first and ten minutes before their companions arrive."Are we going to wait for them?" Demetria asked sighting the five men guarding outside to the telescope."No, we're going now without them Mom. We don't know what will happen in the 10 minutes if we will wait for them," Basil said holding his Double Barrel while Demetria holding a PP2000. "Celestina are with twelve bodyguards and the triplet inside. I bet they're professional so we need to be careful, Mom." he reminded. "And I'm the one who will deal with her.""Okay, then let's go now."They are now walking in the dark having gently footsteps at the ground, taking the way through side of the warehouse. They are quickly hided when one of the five looked in their way."Did you see that?""See what?" asked of his comp
As Mando opened the door, Celestina smiled widely seeing the man she wants stepped inside. She was standing right in the table where the marriage contract placed in the top. After seeing the whole set up, Basil's forehead knotted in confused. His eyes tried to search for Irish and Bethena but he never sees them."You come so early in our wedding, Baby. I never yet calling you, but here you are now." Celestina bitted her lower lip. She was holding a gun in her right hand. "Hahaha. It doesn't matter if you are here now. I know you're just excited so you come early." She assumed laughing all by herself. "I'm really sorry about what happened to our father. I shot him accidentally." She looked at the Priest sitting dead in the chair."I never come here for this, Celestina. Where is my wife and my daughter?" he asked directly."I don't know. Why are you asking them with me?" Celestina wondered with forehead knotted."Stop fooling around. I know Irish is here and my daughter that you putted
One week later... Wearing a black dress sign of sorrowing to her lost, a woman is sitting in front of a tombstone. Crying all day since the day of lamenting, her tears seem inexhaustible never dry. It's hard for her to accept but there's nothing she can do because maybe it's already his time. All the years they had spent together, still glad she never missed a thing to be with him, only the time he'd been shot and she is not there to save him. "Mom, let's go?" Basil asked standing right behind his mother. He even never shed a tear to his grandfather's death. Demetria nodded and wiped her tears, touching the name of his father's name that graves in the tombstone. "I love you, Dad. I'm gonna miss you." She said once more and stood up from the Bermuda grass. "Are you okay now, Mom?" She smiled, "Yeah, I'll be better as soon as I accept it." Basil nodded. "You should be." "And you seemed okay." "I don't want to cry, Mom. He lived enough years with us and it's already his time to li
Irish is the only daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Manansala. They're neither rich nor poor. They're just in the middle-class. Irish is a party-goer. She always attends parties when someone is inviting her. Ignoring is not her thing. It's kind of a blessing for her and now her friend, Alice is inviting her again. As she goes downstairs, she saw her parents talking in the table. She wondered that's why she walked towards them. "Hey guys, what is with the serious atmosphere here?" she asked and sit in front of them. Her parents look at her teary eye. They never said a word. "Mom, Dad? What's going on? It seems you lost a child." she rolled her eyes. After saying her last sentence her mother started to cry. Her forehead knotted. "Okay? You guys are weird. Tell me what is really going on here?" "Baby you're getting married," answered of her mother and continued crying. She stopped when she heard her mother. Her eyes winded in shock. "Our business is getting down Baby that's why we chose th
Basil brought Irish to his Condo Unit where he's staying. When they got there, two of his men are waiting for them holding their luggage bags. It's Alex and Cufer. Basil drags her to his room and throws her in the bed. Irish gave him a death glare for the dragging her the whole time. He throws a white floral dress to her. "Change your clothes." He said as he eased the necktie of his suit. Irish glared at him, "I'm not coming with you Mr.—whatever is your name. We're not married!" she snorted and take-off her ring. "Put it back," he ordered. She laughed sarcastic, "I don't want to. Here's your ring!" She throws it to him. "I'm out." She stood up and about to walk when Basil held her arm tightly. Their eyes met. "You'll do what I say whether you like it or not. You are already my wife," he said pressing her arm. "O-ouch, its hurt!" she said in pain trying to release her arm to him. He released her. "Are you wearing back your ring or I will cut off your fingers? You choose, love."
When Irish came out, she stopped seeing the rooms that are almost ten as she counted it. Her eyes winded and she doesn’t know how she'll going to choose a room for her. All of a sudden, she looked at her right side when someone is coming. It's Della the only maid in the ancestral mansion. In her guessed they are just the in the same age. "Hey!" Irish called her. Della pointed herself to make sure if she's the one she is pertaining of. Irish nodded at her and she walk towards her. "Can you help me?" Irish asked her. Della's forehead knotted. "Pardon me, kyria mou (my lady)?" She cleared her throat first. "I said, can you help me to choose my room?" she asked her. The maid nodded. "Come." Irish followed her as she walked. Della gets the keys inside her pocket and opens all the room for her to choose. She doesn't know what room she wanted that's why she unlocked all the rooms. "You choose, kyria mou (my lady)," Della gave her the privilege. "Okay?" Irish start to walk room by ro
Irish is running and the woods. She can hear the different sounds of the animals there—and the footsteps that are chasing here. She needs to get out of there. She needs to—she suddenly screamed when a roar of gun shots endeavor the woods. The crows suddenly flew away because of the disturbance. "Help! Please someone help me!" She screamed for help but there's no sound coming out from her mouth. She wants to stop running because of tiredness. But she needs to run away to save her life. She doesn't want to die—but it's a dead end for her. She's almost running in the woods for almost three hours and she can't feel her foot. It became numb. She cried when she stumbled by a rock. Irish tried to run but it seems it was an unlucky night that her feet broke off. She didn't run again and cried in the middle of darkness in the woods. "I can hear you crying love." She bitted her lower lips and sobbed silently. She can feel it, he's nearby her. She stopped when she felt the cold head of his D
Walking back at her room hugging the folder that Basil gave her, she put it on the top of table and she will start reading it later night before sleeping. Her head tilted at the closet that he is talking about a minute ago. Because of curiosity she opened it. Her jaw dropped seeing the dozen variety of clothes hanged inside in the stainless steeled hanger. The smell of the clothes was brand new telling her no one use it because it was meant for her. Her hand picked a one dress and wears it. She smiled seeing herself in the human size mirror that the dress fitted her. The dress she is wearing is an A-line sleeve dress which is fitted to her shoulders to the waist and flare out gradually to the hem. Now she looked descent than she wore lately. Her forehead knotted. "Don't tell me even I was here, I will wear like this?" She asked in the mirror. "I'm expecting you to wear it or else you're going to be naked all the time here." Her eyes winded when she suddenly saw Basil in the mirror