"TRISTAN ESTEFAN."Beckett's mention of that name sent a cold and chilling feeling. The man, who was already in front of him, felt the same way too."W-Why do you know my name?" the man stuttered. "Who are you? Are you the one who kidnapped me—""Place that fucking towel inside his mouth again," Beckett said, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers. "So fucking noisy."Nathan and his men were right. The man was even more talkative than a woman. Beckett didn't want to hear his blabberings or complaints. He only wanted to hear Tristan groaning in pain and begging for his life.For now, Beckett was getting what he wanted. Tristan now looked at him as if he saw death itself."What I hate the most is being fooled by someone," Beckett said in a cold tone before tightening his grip on the baseball bat. "What's the use of a contract if you don't follow it?"And that was what Tristan, Nathan, and the rest of the gang felt. Everyone became more alert, especially Tristan, because there w

Lily was astounded for a second because of her friend's sudden request. "Huh? That's a weird thing you're asking. Don't tell me you still desire your ex-boyfriend even though he's dead?" "You crazy—Wait, how did you know?" Vivianne's voice was filled with surprise. She knew she hadn't discussed it with anyone except Manager Yu. "Who told you?" "Tristan! Obviously! He probably told you because he got caught cheating," Lily replied while looking around suspiciously. Lily had managed to sneakily take a picture of Tristan before the higher-ups arrived at the morgue. It was something she wasn't supposed to do, and if she got caught, she would surely be fired. "And he really told you that? That damn idiot." Vivianne sighed before gripping the steering wheel tightly. She felt her stress piling up, and she didn't like it. "Yeah! I told him to tell me everything he knew." Lily was proud of herself. Though she may have an innocent face, she was skilled at making people confess. "He got caug

BEFORE THE PUNCH could land on Beckett, he quickly raised his hand and held onto the woman's fists. Beckett realized she was a woman by the feel of her fists in his grip. Although small, her fists were surprisingly strong and had a soft yet masculine touch. Beckett winced at the force behind the woman's punch. However, he was relieved that it didn't hit his face again, especially after the trouble he faced when Fiona and the higher-ups saw the bruise on his face from the previous incident. At least, not for the second time. Beckett couldn’t let someone punch his handsome face again. Fiona and the higher-ups almost went ballistic when they saw the bruise on his face back then, and he knew that if that happened, Syneverse Entertainment would take action. He doesn’t want to lose his freedom, but he couldn’t leave the modeling industry for now. Beckett needed to take everything under his control… and this is one of these things; the gunshot, the killer, and his purpose. "Who are you?

THROUGHOUT her life, Vivianne was a fan of slow-burn love stories. She believed that love should not be rushed, and relationships that start quickly are sure to end quickly as well. It was like a moth to a flame. The strong desire would surely kill the relationship because it was too much, too dangerous, and too painful in the long run. That's why Vivianne promised herself not to fall in love easily. But it seemed like Vivianne had swallowed all of her words. As Beckett pulled her into a kiss, she knew what she needed to do. She should push him away, slap him, and walk out because he kissed her without permission. But here she was, acting like a kiss-deprived woman who wanted more of Beckett's kisses. She didn't even realize that both of her hands were already gripping his neck while her chest was pressed against his body. They were kissing like it was the end of the world... like it was the last time they could taste each other's lips. "Ah..." Vivianne moaned when Beckett's han

Beckett let out a deep breath when he heard what Vivianne said. In one swift move, he moved away from Vivianne as he started the engine again, and drove the car afterwards.Vivianne bit her lower lip as she thought that Beckett pretended not to hear her insinuation. She was suddenly ashamed of herself. Why is she saying that? Where did she get the courage to speak?She just wanted to bang his head against the wall. However, she got everything all wrong.“B-Beckett?” Vivianne stuttered calling to the man when he suddenly stopped the car on the side—On the grass side. “What are we doing here—”She didn't finish what he had to say when Beckett suddenly leaned her against the window and gave her a kiss. It wasn't even gentle or passionate. It was aggressive as soon as Beckett's lips crashed onto hers.Beckett was true to his words earlier. He was really just holding back, and now it's like he's out of a cage. He had been containing himself not to destroy her, and not to fuck her in such a