Lies after lies. Sins after sins. Once your head was corrupted, then there is no way. You can be a better person again.Living a life or she wanted so many things to gain, so many things she wanted to have, indeed it was something that you can call as greed. For you to do many bad things just to get what you want it was something that is until the readable by any laws you can see .Can a sin be corrected with another sin? No. But even if Maria know that it was something that is not right, she did not care no less about it.Ring ringA phone call was heard. It was coming from the man whom she had a lots of debt with. Indeed, Clara’s father.[Your son break my childs heart you bitch! After all the things that I have gave to you, this is what you will repay me for?!? To see my beloved daughter crying as you son hurted her feelings??!]Turning off the call, that is the only thing that she saw doing the things.“ Just why this thing is becoming so problematic and case after she arrived
Laughing so crazily, she sounds as if Marco was just saying words as a joke.“ Oh, look at this. My very perfect son of mine is. Giving me this kind of file that would make me go behind bars. How thoughtful of you. Your mother is really happy for you giving this to me.”You really have no hopes, huh? I” thought that. I can see her as my mother once again. He thought that.. Everything would be. Settled… For good… It seems like it was just my wishful thinking” There are times in their life when we lose hope and things. There are times in our life when we just want the things to end since any moment that they would continue will just let us be hurt. Maria didn’t answer her son. She was. Really turning insane right now. It is a step shaver single person. A crazy person, in fact.“ I thought that maybe just for once. A mother that would support me with come and welcome me with open arms. Mother, that would make me feel like I am not alone. A mother who would teach me good things… b
If there was a siblings, there was fighting. It would surely take time for them to stop. If there was Oliver and Marco in one room, one can't tell what might happen next., but... having an argument… Isn’t it something that is not so familiar? Everyone fights. People do have misunderstandings… But then, at the end of the day... If they both of you really wanted to make peace. Then peace would come. Suddenly being hugged by his younger brother, he was surprised to see how Marco hug him. 'Is there a problem?' He thought. There might be a problem why his stepbrother was doing this. He is acting like a child who was bullied at school. He looks as if he was acting as a kid who wanted comfort. And indeed, that is the thing that he wants. Slightly padding the back of Marco. Oliver wanted to make Marco know that he was there for him. "I defy my mother. Does that mean I am a bad child?" He laughed between his tears. A memory suddenly flash in his mind as he saw the side of him t
We all have a dream. To be rich, to be loved, to live longer, to lose weight, to gain weight, to be beautiful, to be intelligent.. to be someone that the society would see in a good way. Some people give their all just to achieve it. Walked on a wrong path but finally gain back where to start. “Let us welcome, Ms. Jasmine Adelaide!” “Thank you for this wonderful day. I would also like to thank my family for supporting me all through out my journey. Mom, dad, thank you" Some memories would be good to erase and replace with good memories but some are fine to get hurt as long as the memory they cherishes remain. “ I already gain the justice that you need…” “Madame Carmela, I am so sorry to interrupt you but I would like to remind that the next meeting will be held in 10 minutes” “Is that so? Alright just give me a minute" When we love… we can’t help but feel it. It may be form of Love as family… “Mr. White, you are here to pick up your daughter?” “Ah yes. We will have a fat
PROLOGUE A guy with nowhere to go, sitting in the square plaza he finds himself as someone who should be good if dead. People are passing by, yet he still feels as if he is alone. Does the world hate him that much? He thought as almost all of the problems and burdens of the world were pushed to him. 'Why am I even living?' Thoughts of him started to flow in his mind. Living as an orphan, even his parents don't want him in their life. He lives with no idea who his real parents are. What their names is or even what they look like, he doesn't have a clue. He tried to do everything he could, find a job, earn money, and live a peaceful life. But, his luck seems to be darker than the eye bags under his eyes. "Leave! I have let you stay here for quite a couple of months because you said you would pay! Now get out! My business is affected by your bad luck!" The loud and hurtful wo
Things were still like a dream for Oliver. He can't help but doubt that all of this is just a dream. Trying to slap his face, he stops his hands. "Wait, if... I am here as someone that is not really me, then... What happened to my own body and the person who was the owner of this body?" His eyes shut open as he realized something. "I..." *woosh* Holding his head, he can't help but sit back in his chair. Memories started to flow in his mind like a faucet filling up his small cup that was about to break. *crack* As soon as the small cup shattered into pieces, the water flowing from the faucet made its way to the big cup that resembles the one before. The only difference is that this t
On his way inside the restaurant, the waiter assist him. He may have some bad image for being the Bastard of Laurent but he have money. That is the only thing this restaurant needs. If you can pay, even if you are a killer or a criminal, they will gladly entertain you. That is the power of money. The surroundings of the place is nice. It is neat and clean. Every corner of the restaurant is filled with expensive furnitures and wall decors. Indeed, the ambiance of this place is no ordinary. He walk pass by the tables of the first floor. That floor was for normal customers, for Oliver who is not someone whose background is unknown, they gave him one of their best tables. The better the service, the greater the payment. The second floor of the restaurant gives a different vibes. If the first floor was filled with different expensive furniture, it's elegance is noth
Oliver didn't look back at his brother and head straight to the table that was prepared for him. He look at Herald who is following behind him. ‘Should I ask him if he wants to sit with the same table as me? Or should I ask for another table for him to sit at?’ He shook his head and remember that Herald never dine with him even for once. Why? Herald is the type of person that won’t do anything if he wasn’t asked to do it. Oliver is not the type of person who will ask about other’s feeling. Since childhood, Oliver never had the chance to feel that others are wishing good for him. He never had the situation in his life on where somebody ask his condition nor ask his opinion. That may be one of the many reasons why Oliver never ask others about their feelings and thoughts. He won’t know it unless people convey their feelings or thought. Oliver sat in the chair that looks comfortable and expensive. Still, that seat is not