081: murder

Penelope's POVI should have done better than running out on Vincent like that. But I knew that if I stayed there for even two more seconds, I would have said and done things I'd regret. Right now, I'm sitting in my dark office, the only light coming from my open laptop in front of me. I spin my chair, my eyes blurring in and out of focus, but ultimately cutting back to the screen. Gwen. I've heard that name a lot of times. I just never knew about the "Halstead" attached to it. Gwen Halstead. Everything now makes perfect sense. Verdants are far from stupid people. One thing my father always told me was "keep receipts." He bought my first tape recorder disgusted as a cute hairpin when I was 14. He taught me that in the world of business, receipts were essential.Sure he's a shitty father, but that lesson stuck with me for life. I kept records, recordings, receipts. Written down. Backed up. Backed up again. That didn't change when I met Charles. It didn't change when I married

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082: explaining

Penelope’s POV I have no idea where to find Vincent. Rushing out of my office, I flag down a cab, my mind racing a million miles per second. The image of him leaving, no trace on anger on his features, fills me with dread. Everything runs off in my head. Charles. Vincent. Eugene. Halsteads. Where is Vincent likely to be now? A cab pulls up and I jump in, giving him the address of the Halstead family house. Athena calls again, already on the way. I call Rhys. My voice trembles as I relay the information to him. “You did the right thing calling, he says, his normally calm voice perturbed. “Where are you? Steer clear of Vincent for now. I’ll call you soon.”“Okay,” I lie through my front teeth. Steer clear? As if. Minutes later, the cab pulls up in front of the Halstead estate. I race to the gates. To my surprise, it’s wide open. I nearly trip over myself making it to the front door. The inside of the house is dark, the kind of heavy and oppressive darkness that doesn’t promise

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083: the end

Penelope’s POVSix months later. “Lena! Do we have a reply from the catering company?”“Yes! I spoke with the representative. You won’t believe it, but he bought a painting from us!”“Excellent! Rocky, do we have maximum security?”“Affirmative, Miss. nothing will go wrong tonight, I promise it.”Of course nothing will go wrong. That’s without a doubt. It also doesn’t hurt to be totally prepared. I glance around the bustling lower floor of my grandly revamped gallery, and a mixture of pride and sadness blooms in my heart. Sera being here would have made everything complete. Even after six months, she still has me blocked. I talk to Mordecai sometimes, he says she’s doing well. Apparently she’s doing some cybersecurity work for him and it’s taking up all her time. I’ll appreciate it if she at least came out to see me whenever I visited. At the same time, I understand her actions. Inhaling, a smile makes its way to my face. After six months, I brought SB Tragos back on its feet.

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Lahat ng Kabanata ng Falling into the devil's bed: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 83

081: murder

082: explaining

083: the end