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Trace of ink Confrontation
Chapter 69: ConfrontationFera’s POV“Good morning, Miss Fera.” Baldo greeted her as he stood beside her bed. “I want to leave now.” She dry voice has returned, the chill that it brought was there too. I little glee Baldo felt when he confirmed that she was finally back. “I have arranged the bills, should I wait outside?” He answered and she nodded, he walked back out of the room and she change her clothes with the clothes he brought. She was wondering, why Lora didn’t come to get her. Without further orders, they drove away from the hospital. “I want to see, Fred.” He immediately turned to the other lane and drove to Fred’s penthouse. It seemed quiet and calm in his pad. “Are you he’s inside?” “He knew that you’d come for him.” She went out of the car and entered flawlessly into his penthouse. As she reached his room, she didn’t bother knocking and harshly opened it. She stepped back enough to reach Baldo’s gun behind her. “Miss-”“Shh, wait outside.” And she enter
Trace of ink Terms and Conditions
Chapter 70: Terms and ConditionFera’s POVShe was looking at his text message, it said ‘Our flight will be today eight pm, will you be there?’ She didn’t reply whether she’d be there or not. He called but she only watched it ring and didn’t pick up. She looked out of her window, she was in her pajamas still even though it was noon. When she promised ‘all yours,’ she meant it. Still, it didn’t mean that she’d be active. She was all his by heart and by soul not by her, the whole she. “The word us has ended when Fera Luzares has fallen.” She knew that no one, not even herself could love her. She opened her laptop and she saw an email too. It was from Lora and quoted, Nick, wants you to read this.’ She didn’t open the letter and proceeded on checking the data. She checked the company's situation. Two of her stakeholders pulled their shares. Didn’t want to get involved in any issue. “Good to see you, Lora.” She greeted before Lora could address her. She was visibly surpris
Trace of ink Clearing Operation
Chapter 71: Clearing OperationShe went back to the car and found that Lora was out of nowhere. “Where’s Lora?” “Brought a coffee for you.” He said and she opened her laptop. A smile instantly formed on her lips. “Gotcha.” She whispered when she saw the one who was following her. “Did Fred stop following me?” “Yes, you’re on your own now, according to him,” Bald replied to her. “Prepare yourself, we’ll conduct a little clearing operation.” Soon as Lora got into the car she threw the coffees out and Baldo drove fast to chase the one who put poison in her drink. “Who’s that? Is it Constancio?” Lora asked but Fera shook her head and change her clothes. Prepared her gun and wore combat shoes. “I think it was him who killed Nana Felly.” She dropped and Lora started changing her clothes too. Baldo used to see Fera change but Lora was a little distracted. “Eyes on the road!” Lora shouted when he almost bumped a car in front. He traces the other direction to corner the motor
Trace of ink Epilogue
Chapter 72: Epilogue“Wow, the beauty still falls in love with the beast?” Little Laire amusingly said after her father finished reading the story. “Dad had read that story for a millionth time,” Laike the other little girl boringly whined and pouted. “Like, it’s the love story of our parents.” She exclaimed and Nick cringed his forehead. “Dad isn’t a beast, that’s not true.” Laike pushed her which made Nick nod and agreed with her daughter. “Mom is, it was just a little twisted.” Laire and Nick’s eyes widen and turned to his wife who was busy cooking for dinner. “Did I hear that right, Laire!” “I would very much happy to be excluded from this narrative,” Laike said and jumped down the chair. “Shut up, you’re not Taylor.” Nick only crossed his arms looking at his children. “Well, at least I’m gorgeous as her,” Laike said and placed her palm on her hip. “Well, we’re twin, what a shame.” Laire rolled her eyes with her twin’s nonsense remark. “You copied my face whe
Trace of ink Prologue
On a cold, lonely night, on the street filled with silence, a girl stood firmly right beside a rusty lamppost, unmoved. A soft wind blew her pale cheeks, some hair strands danced with its calm beat, she loosened the tight grip of her hands as a tear escaped, which she wiped violently. A silent fury was suffocating her, the cold breeze of the wind had nothing to aid her aching lungs. As she held her balled fist into a firm grip, her nails dug into her palm. When a sound of a vehicle entered her ears, she slid both of her hands inside the pocket of her jacket, hadn’t paid attention to how red it was. And took a huge breath to calm down her horses. She raised her right hand three o'clock angle and a bus stopped, someone went down. Too distracted with her flooded emotion to the point that she forgot she was actually at a bus stop. She hurriedly slid her hand in again and disregarded her burning cheeks. She was embarrassed and bit her inner cheek. She silently took the only vacan
Trace of ink Drowning in Loneliness
Chapter 1: Drowning in Loneliness She easily found her apartment since the bold number 9 was written above the door. She stuck her key and twisted the doorknob. Grunted in displeasure as the inside view came into her sight. And slammed her door; emphatically closed her eyes and harshly let some air go. After a long tiring trip and greeted by multiple shirts on the floor, empty bottles of alcohol, and the center table covered with junk food wrappers. While dust had taken over the whole place, switching the lights on would be more disappointing. "Uhm, I forgot something." "I haven't cleaned the room." Those words rang in her ears, which she hadn't paid attention to. Though, what other choice does she have? She softly massaged her neck and let out a heavy sigh. The former owner didn't bother packing his things, it was flooding with shirts and trousers, literally. "Knock! Knock!" Fera raised her eyebrow in confusion, who would knock on my door this late? She thought as she
Trace of ink Phone Call
Chapter 2: Phone Call THE NEXT DAY was another day of cleaning. Her hair was tied into a messy bond, in her new nighties, she roamed around to plan everything. Haven't changed into her daylight clothes, when she stood in her leaving room with a huge smile on her face, feeling proud of her cozy leaving room or should I say corner. "Kringgggg! Kringgggg!" A loud ring resounded, oddly the sound came from the couch, but there were none. Then eventually a black rectangular object lying on the floor came into her view. "Ops, poor you." She spoke as she bent down to pick it up. It was around ten, when she saw the unknown number, she instantly knew who it was, but choose to place her cellphone in her pocket. She continued to wander around her house and mentally listed all she needed. It’d be new curtains, paint, couch, center table- "Kriinnngg!" She mentally hissed in annoyance and snatched her phone out from her pocket. It was the same number, but she was not ready to answer it
Trace of ink Uninvited Visitor
Chapter 3: Uninvited Visitor IT WAS a fine morning when she woke up. Everyone is awake, unlike in the city, people usually function at ten in the morning. But here, you can already hear your neighbor sweeping their backyard. She placed her new paintings on her wall. She ordered a few pieces of furniture and it was continuously arriving. She heard a loud knock so she went open it. When she saw who it was, she attempted to slam it back. But he use the huge box to stop it. She unwillingly opened her door and let him in. Before someone spotted him there. "Are you dying?" Fera retorted, didn’t bother to greet her visitor. "You're father just died, you can't handle so much pain." His solid rebut affects her more than it seems. Her dead expression was still in place and she manage to maintain her cool. "What do you want?" "Don't be so sensitive, I was just catching up with you." He place the huge box on the floor and perused every inch of her place. "What a gigantic place,"
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