Todos os capítulos de The Abduction of Celestine Oakmont: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

"Enjoy your stay, Miss Oakmont." Celestine groaned after someone forcefully pushed her inside of a dark room making her sat on the cold floor. Tears welled in her eyes when she heard how the man locked the door, not leaving a space for light to shine through the room.  She hugged herself as her shoulders quivered. She can't see anything, she feels like she has gone blind. She can't even hear the slightest noise outside. It's as if the darkroom tarnished her ability to think and feel.  Celestine clenched the hem of her shirt when the wind whistled giving her goosebumps. She closed her eyes and had accepted that this might be the last day of her life.  "I love you, Dad," she whispered to herself.  Vincent massages his temple with his eyes closed. There's so much on his plate right now but on top of all that was Fernando.  He heard a knock on his door. "It's open."  Niccolo entered his office. "Boss,

When Celestine felt the touch of cold water on her face she felt relieved. Being kept inside of a dark, dirty cell felt like she's been inside of it for years and she had forgotten the feeling of cold water. She looked in the mirror and could barely recognize herself—her cheeks and lips that used to be pinkish were now pale and dry. Her eyes that used to be the most beautiful part of herself are now looked gloomy and tired. Her gaze went to her bruised wrists and caressed them. She felt the urge to cry when she also noticed the red dots all over her body due to the mosquitoes that did nothing but bite her every night. She looked at herself in front of the mirror. "No." She shook her head. "I know you can. You have to be brave. I know you can," she whispered to herself. She was startled when someone kicked the comfort room door. "Make it fast, woman!" Celestine wiped her wet face using the hem of her shirt that she has been wear

Celestine slowly opened her eyes. It was strange for her to feel softness against her back after waking up that is far from the hard and cold floor of the cell that became her bed for a couple of days. She stretched her body and buried her face on the soft pillow. She missed the feeling of comfortableness that was taken away from her since Vincent took her with him. She wrapped the soft blanket around her aching body and closed her eyes again. She wants to give time to what she's feeling right now because anytime it will be taken away from her. As she closed her eyes her mind wandered and thought of Vincent. She can't deny that she got affected by the way he acted earlier. She can't get her mind off the way he caressed her aching wrists. He does that with an evident fastidiousness and she can't seem to forget the way it felt. "No, this is not right, Celestine. You shouldn't feel that towards him. He's a murderer or worse a drug addict!" she scolded he

When Celestine finally sat in the passenger seat, she inhaled Vincent's familiar scent inside. It was evidence that Vincent was indeed the owner of the car because his perfume engulfed every corner of it.  Celestine did not try to speak because she knew that she would only look like a fool if she talk to Vincent. After all, the man would not talk to her. Instead of attempting to talk to Vincent she just stared at the glimmering light on the road. The cars didn't move fast so she felt more uncomfortable being with Vincent in the same place as the two of them we're not talking but she couldn't do anything, she has no right to complain because her freedom is in Vincent's hands and it is in his decision when to let her go.  But she doubt if he would do that.  "Don't embarrass me later," Vincent said that broke the silence that enveloped them earlier. "What do you mean?" she confusedly asked but he didn't answer her and became silent

"Examine the place and see if there's a bomb hiding somewhere. Check everything, every corner, and also, be mindful of small cameras or recording devices that Stevenson possibly planted in the mansion. After making sure that everything's fine, secure, and the mansion is safe to stay in, start the renovation with my permission. I'll visit the mansion soon. I don't want to waste my money so do the work properly." "Copy that, Boss." Vincent frustratedly brushed his hair up using his fingertips. He had encountered tons of problems ever since Fernando happened. Problems after problems. It's pissing him off. He doesn't care about Stevenson anymore. The old man is probably dead by now because of the explosion but if ever he survived that, Vincent is prepared for war.  His cellphone rang, he immediately pressed the answer button when he read that it was Leandro calling.  "Any news?" he asked.  "Boss we've checked everything and