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Lorette feels something, something she can't really tell, slip out of place in her heart. No…it can't be possible. Santiago couldn't have done this. Santiago couldn't have done this to get her mad at Weston. She bows her head, stares at the table. She can feel all the tears in her eyes gathering and ready to fall. The first drop rolls down her right eye, next her left, next, countless drops roll down the face, drop by drop on the table. All she can be grateful for at the moment is the fact that she didn't pack her hair, it does a lot to cover some of her face. “Lo…Lorette?” Weston calls, seeing more and more drops of tears falling on the table. He can't really see her face but he doesn't need to to know she's crying. “That isn't you, right?” Weston asks. He doesn't get a reply from her, instead, more tears drop on the table. “I…” wait a minute…did Santiago say he did that? That can't be possible, right? No matter how bad Santiago might have su

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Lorette finally manages to pull away from Santiago. “I need to see him.”“No. You can't see him. You could kill him if you saw him. You should try to be calm first and think it over.” “No. I have to see him. I have to know why he chose to humiliate me this way.” Santiago sighs. “Maybe it was because he thought you were too clingy.” Santiago knows what he's doing. He knows how much she loathes that word ‘clingy’. Lorette’s face reddens. She stares at Santiago. “What?” “Look, Lorette, forgive Weston and let this go.” Lorette stands up. “I have to see him tomorrow.” “Tomorrow? I think he told me he was meeting a friend around…um…I'll check the address. I wrote it down tomorrow.”“Thank you for telling me this,” Lorette says and storms inside. Santiago relaxes on the sofa. What a damn good brain he has. He stands up and goes out with his second phone. He calls his father's number and leans on the wa

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“Just tell me.” “Lorette kind of told me they did some really bad things to her. I was mad, Weston, when I saw the marks on her body. She told me those guys did it to her. I swear I didn't think to question her, I just…I just felt she couldn't be lying to me because I have known her for a long time.”Weston can't think. The information is just too much at a time. “Why did you lie to me in the first place?” “I didn't know you were going to pack out of the house. I thought you'd forgive me so we can move over it and pretend nothing happened. I mean, I didn't want you to see Lorette as a bad person.” “But…why? Why did she do that?”There is a long silence at the other end before Santiago answers. “Lorette has a big secret. I…she has been hiding it all these while but she doesn't know I know about it.” “What's the secret?” “I'm afraid I can't tell you over the phone. How about we meet tomorrow? You say whatever time you

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Later that night, Weston lies on the bed and takes his phone. He's scrolling through the pictures in his gallery when a picture catches his attention. He stares at the picture. He feels all of his fucked up emotions that he has been trying hard to suppress all through the night swelling up and weighing in his face. In the picture, Jose is making a face, clearly annoyed and trying to stop Santiago from taking the picture. It feels just like yesterday when the three of them went to get a tattoo and the two of them were picking on him (Weston). Yeah, those two are always arguing and playing stupid childish games but they are always getting along well. He finds himself dialing Santiago's number. Santiago answers on the third ring. Santiago doesn't say anything. Weston also doesn't say anything. He has a lot of questions he wants to ask Santiago, he wants to ask Santiago why he killed Jose. He wants to tell Santiago th

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His father is trying to withdraw his hand from the gun but Weston's grip holds the man's hand on the gun. “Go ahead, sir. Don't be afraid. This is the time you have been waiting for. You're probably going to relish this moment for the rest of your life after I am gone.” “W-what what what the hell are y-you you doing?” His father stutters. Weston looks at his father in the eyes. “What? You're scared to do it?” “Have you lost your fucking mind?!”Weston nods slowly, a smile on his face. “Yes, sir. I have finally lost my mind. Thanks to you, it was easier to lose it than I thought.” He finally let go of his father's hand. The man falls back on the sofa, his face pale and widen as he stares at Weston. “You and I are the ones in on this,” Weston says, “let's not drag my daughter into this.” He picks his gun from the ground and walks to the door. He's about to open the door when his father's voice stops him. “I

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Weston overtakes a damn slow car in front of him. He dials a number on his phone, hand controlling the steering wheel.“Hello,” Weston says once there is an answer at the other end. “Hello?” A female voice answers at the other end. Weston glances at the phone. He frowns. He didn't call the wrong number. “Where is Anderson?” “I'm sorry, but Mr Anderson is taking a nap at the moment. You could call in the next hour or you can tell me what you want to tell him so I can tell him when he wakes up.” Despite himself, Weston feels a kind of relief flood through his heart. Anderson finally went back to his parents. “Just tell him Weston called,” Weston says. “Oh…Weston…the Weston Lawson?” The woman asks, her voice sounding slightly surprised. “Yes.” “Wait a moment, sir. I'll go check on him.” For some seconds there is silence before Anderson's voice comes on the line. “Hey, man,” Ande

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“If I'm correct, without your father's money, you're still the broke man you used to be,” his godfather says. Weston wants to say no. He wants to tell his godfather about the multiple companies he's now controlling even without being there but he doesn't. So he lies, “yes, sir.” “A real man isn't supposed to live on his parents’ money, Weston. A real man is supposed to have money with his own effort. He shouldn't be one of those who leech off his parents.” Weston nods slowly. “I'm proud to say Santiago is rich without having to ask me for a dime.” Weston nods again.“Don't you want that type of life? I bet you want to give your father a reason to be proud of you.” Weston nods. “What do you think?” “It's a good idea, sir,” Weston says.“I'll call Santiago right now and ask him to treat you like a brother. You're both brothers. Cooperate with him and you'll be richer than him in less than

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Weston honks the horn twice. The gate automatically opens. The technology in this house is one of the many ones that will never cease to amaze Weston. The few days he spent here before he, Santiago and Lorette went to the campus was just so fucking filled with him getting fascinated the way the house is ran with technology. As Weston drives in, he remembers the way he came here some months ago. It seems just like yesterday. Yeah, he's got more money, the money he's making from the chairman's company will make him wealthy for the rest of his life but he knows deep down that money is the least on this list right now. Going by his fucking list, he's a damn failure. A big head failure who doesn't know where his daughter is talking less of fulfilling the promise he made to his daughter months ago to come back for her once he's rich. He stops the car and comes out of it. Two men in suit are beside his car, heads bowed.