BRYCE'S POV Thailand. A place I never imagined I would be staying. It was one of the many places I wanted to visit. I told myself I would come with Fabe and Liam, but I was bound to be alone. I work at the bar to get by, live a normal life, and forget my sorrow. It was one of the jobs I am fascinated about. Mixing drinks and entertaining people. I want to challenge myself that I can do it. Of course, along with it was the free booze. Because of my looks, customers usually gave me free drinks, especially women. They hook up with me. I get to have the free drinks, but I leave them hanging. I was still married the last time I checked. Am I? "Bryce, we have some deliveries. Go and check on it," Carl said. He's the owner of the bar. Also, a foreigner. An American who married a local. He sold all his properties in California, moved here, and opened his own bar and some lodging house and for rent rooms, which I occupy one of the space. "On it, Carl!" I took the delivery book and went ba

BRYCE'S POV I checked outside. It was almost midnight. The bar closes late when it's the weekend. There's no one out. I think Jonathan was out there somewhere. He knows something. "Bryce? Is everything okay?" Diana came out and looked around. "Yeah," I told her and urged her to get inside. We finished cleaning and hurried home. I was tailing Diana's and ensured she got home safely before going to my apartment. At home, I called Cali and told him about Jonathan. "Are you sure? It's been a while since the last time I saw him. If he's in Thailand then you better be careful." "Cali, that's not my concern. He mentioned Liam's death. He wants me to find the truth," I peeked outside my window and checked my door lock. "Truth? What is he talking about? Did he explain it to you?" "He didn't. He ends the call. Cali, please find out where Jonathan is. I want to know what he knows. Maybe he knows who killed my son." "Okay, I'll see what I can do. For now, be careful. You know how unpredic

BRYCE'S POV "Jonathan!" I chased him. He ran away, going to the crowd of people at the beach. The beach was packed today. "Stop! Jonathan!" I kept running. It's him. He's here. What does he want? He turned to the bystanders taking pictures or doing stuff they usually do on the side to earn money or enjoy the scene. I lost him. I looked around and searched everywhere, but he was gone. Jonathan Stanley was here and will come back, that's for sure. Judging from his action, he seems to hide. I know he was hiding from the law, but that was in Italy. Thailand is a different country. Law offenders can live here freely as long as no one reports to the authority about the crime they committed. But why is he still hiding? From who? I went back to the beach. Carl and Diana were searching for me, seeing me running fast. "Who's the guy you were chasing?" Carl asked, glancing behind me. "He was his ex-wife's friend. I didn't expect to see him here." "Then why did he run? He could have appro

"This is too much, Ri! Stop what you are doing!" "You know what, Georgina, I am starting to doubt your loyalty here!" her half-sister talked back, "I am sending her a message, that's it! Could you please stop panicking? That was it, okay? Happy now?" "She looks like she had no idea about you. Ri, stop it, okay? It's not worth it. You have your revenge." "Whatever, Georgina!" "Ri? Fuck!" Georgina heard the line go off. She knew her sister would not stop if she felt threatened. For now, she will lay low, but she will kill Lady Sophie when the time comes. Feeling guilty, Georgina decided to visit Lady Sophie to check her condition. Stella reported back by texting her that she was stable but still needed to stay in the clinic for recovery. Being friends with the warden, Georgina visits the prison and gets access to their clinic. Lady Sophie was sedated when she got there. "Oh, my God!" Georgina gasps, covering her mouth. Lady Sophie's face was covered with contusions with a cut on

FABE'S POV Storm destroyed my cabin. Waves smash everything. Many lose their home and livelihood. Even I lose my fishing net and my small boat. I am back from the start. Moira let me stay in her house in the meantime. The ferry boat that brought supplies to our island was also destroyed. We lost everything. "How can I build my cabin if there is no ferry boat?" I shook my head, scavenging what was left in my cabin. "That's the problem. It will take more weeks before they fix the ferries. Unless we rent some to the other island or call someone who knows someone who can help us," Moira looked at me as if she was suggesting something, and I knew exactly what she meant. "Oh, no, you don't. I can handle this. There is no need to call him." I'm talking about Franco. The hot guy who works at the ferry boat, as per Moira's opinion. Not that I disagree with her. It's just that I am not ready yet for a new relationship, and yes, he is kind of flirting with me. We don't have much of choice