Lahat ng Kabanata ng HER ONLY CRIME: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

Marcelo~There was no part of this island that was unaccessible to me, so I made sure to comb thoroughly. However it's been over 18 hours and my men were yet to find any signs of Emilia or even my father.Immediately I heard that she and Martinez were missing, my father instantly came to mind as the main suspect. He must have lured her over, under the disguise of handing her sister back to her.Martinez probably followed her for protection, deciding that it would be futile to try and stop her. What scared me was how I still haven't heard a single word from either of them.Here I stood in the premises of one of my father's numerous mansions. This one served as his residential building, so I had expected to meet him here. I waited patiently, while my men combed the whole place. They found weapons, drugs and even stacks of cash. However, my father himself wasn't home. It made me fear what he was really up to, and what he was planning to achieve with this his ridiculous game of hide and

Emilia~Chloe swiped the stolen key card against the the lock on the door, and it immediately clicked open. "Fuck yeah!" She exclaimed, doing a little victory dance.I stayed right behind her, as she peeked her head through door to inspect the environment outside. She put her head back inside, before looking at me from head to toe. Chloe seemed to have a doubtful expression on her face as she regarded me, and it got me feeling a little anxious. I wanted to know what was going through her mind."What's the matter?" I questioned, a worried expression etched onto my face. "We're going to have to make a run for the elevator at the end of the hallway." She said, still eyeing me in a somewhat skeptical manner. I gave her an unimpressed look, as I registered what she was trying to say. "I just don't know if you'll fit in it." She remarked, like I was really that fat. "Haha, Chloe. Very funny!" I retorted sarcastically, shoving her out of my way to to peek through the door too. I hear

Marcelo ~My father got away.Learning about that particular information had succeeded in pissing me off to no end. What do they mean by "he got away"? How could he have had information about our arrival on such a short notice."Listen, I don't care how long it takes or how much money it's going to cost me. I want you all to find that man and bring him to me." I seethed into the phone."Dead or alive, I want him here by tomorrow. Understood?" There was no hesitation from the other end of the phone, as my answer came almost instantly."Perfectly understood, Boss!" I hung up the call to make a series more, but then I realized that all my angry shouting was probably being a disturbance to Emilia. She had been in the bathroom for quite some time now, which was understandable. She had so much blood stains all over her. I turned to look towards the direction of the bathroom, and I could see her naked silhouette through the steam covered, glass walls. This way I was keeping an eye on her

Emilia~The crowd was gone, and it was just me and Marcelo in the open clearing. Martinez's personal belongings lay on the ground before us. It was time for Marcelo to set them ablaze, but he was hesitating for obvious reasons.Turns out that setting fire to the personal belongings of someone you love, wasn't really an easy task. He bent down to pick a particular portrait of of a younger version of himself and Martinez. They were both in suits, and Martinez was the only one smiling in the picture."Our first mission together." Marcelo said in a nostalgic voice, running his fingers across the framed portrait. "He was the first alliance I ever made, even before I got my freedom from my father. He advised me to take the first step to my freedom, and that was how ended up being a mafia boss in the first place." "He was a brave man." I butt in from beside Marcelo, as we both looked at the portrait."Very brave." Marcelo agreed, before dropping the portrait back with the other stuff. "I

Emilia~ "Sounds to me like a really scary movie." Marcelo remarked with chuckle, earning a hard glare from me. I had taken my time to narrate the terrible nightmare I had last night, and that was all he had to say? He looked up to flash me an apologetic smile, before going back to buckling his shoes. I had already made up my mind to stop him from going out today or even tomorrow, pending when I stop getting dreams like that. Marcelo finally stood up to leave, after having been dressed up for work. He gave himself a once over in the nearby mirror, before grabbing his suitcase. I stubbornly maintained a position in front of the door, determined not to let him leave. "Seriously?" Marcelo arched an eyebrow at my antic, and I couldn't tell if he was annoyed or amused by it. "I'm not letting you out of my sight today." I said stubbornly. "Because of one scary dream?" "Not a dream, Marcelo. It's a nightmare." I corrected. "Besides, if you can get to tell me when I can and