A massive headache that felt like his head was going to crack. That was what Simon felt when he woke up. His head was spinning and pounding like a bitch. “Fucking shit!” He groaned as she moved to sit. The next thing he noticed was his wrist. The wrist was cuffed to the headboard of the fucking bed, like he was a prisoner. “What the fuck?” He tried to pull his hand, but to no avail. Anger had risen from the deepest recesses of his heart. Then the next thing was the recollection of what happened the last time that he was conscious. He woke up, tried to escape from the mansion, but sadly, he was caught and was shot. Fortunately, it was a tranquilizer, that’s why he’s still alive. He roamed his eyes to the room that he was in. It was a gigantic room with a high ceiling and the chandelier was magnificent. If he was in another situation, he might appreciate the beauty of the room, but not now. His bloody hospital gown was now gone. His eyes snapped towards the door when it suddenly
Victoria Kozlov may have looked sweet, and her beauty was ethereal, but her attitude was the total opposite. She’s not sweet, and she’s very far from being an angel in disguise, just like what she would always tell Simon. She's a master manipulator, and that kind of person should not be trusted. “I saved your ass. You should thank me.” She had her head held high as she looked down on Simon. He was still cuffed to the headboard of the bed. She sashayed towards the window and peaked in there. Simon grimaced at the thought. He was so pissed that he was indebted to someone who’s kept on slamming it in his face that he should be thankful. Yes, he accepted that someone saved his ass, but slamming it into his face multiple times was an insult. He's a boss, for fuck's sake! Who does she think she was? Victoria was standing and looking outside the floor-to-ceiling window of the room. In her left hand was a lighted cigarette, smoke puffing out. “Until when will you keep me here?” he aske
Simon was desperate. Being held captive like a prisoner was making it hard for him to breathe. He felt really useless and just wanted to unleash the beast that’s been keeping at bay. He leaned back on the headboard and had his one arm cover his eyes. It’s humiliating and irritating at the same time. Memories flashed in his mind. Angela Smith being good and talkative even though he hasn't replied to any of her questions. Those masked men who entered her house and assaulted him. His insides churned at the thought of what happened to her. He has no idea what happened to Angela, and he was yet to find out. His fist balled, regret was eating him alive. If he just moved out of her house as soon as possible, she wouldn't have to suffer that way. His eyes strained on any noises that it could catch up, especially from the outside. If Victoria thought that she could just toyed on him, manipulating and humiliating him like this, then she got it all wrong. He will not allow that to happen a
When a person has hit bottom rock, he has no choice but to lean on the safest anchor that he could get. In Simon’s case, he has no choice but to trust Victoria even though he doesn’t want to. This life was considered his third, and he’s not going to waste it just because his ego was bruised. He needed all the help that he could get. Besides, he thought Victoria might be of great help. The woman was still a puzzle for him. She told him that she was the daughter of a Russian crime boss who was murdered, but he didn’t hear that story. Alexie Volkov was still alive and kicking while Sergei Ivankov was just recuperating from cancer. Who was her father? She’s not talking but Simon will definitely find out sooner. He turned the shower knob and pulled the towel to dry his body. He’s been staying at her mansion for free for months now. Victoria was surely a wealthy lady living a very luxurious life. There’s one thing that he can’t figure out. Where the hell did she get all this wealth?
Simon look dashing in the three-piece suit that he wore. His hair was swiped to the side, giving him a more authoritative look. But there was an addition to his attire for the event, he put on an artificial beard. It covered his jaw making it hard to recognize that he’s Salvatorre Morelli. In addition to that, he wore a color black contact lense to conceal the real color of his eyes. Victoria, on the other hand, looked exceptionally exquisite with her black halter dress with a deep scoop at the front and back, exposing too much of her creamy white skin. She made her hair in huge curls and had them gathered at one shoulder. She was adorned with only a diamond necklace that enhanced her slender neck. Victoria raked Simon from his head down to his shoes. “You don’t look bad.” She said casually. Simon just shook his head and didn’t utter a word. Victoria has her smart ways to piss him, and he’s not giving her that satisfaction tonight. “This party that we’re heading to, what’s this a
Sweat dripped from his exertion of energy. Every punch that Simon made shook his entire body. He was almost out of breath, but he had no plans on stopping. It was almost midnight, and here he was alone in the gym, punching his ass on the bag. Sleep has a good way of eluding him for days now. It’s been days since the auction, and it’s still getting on his nerves. He can’t push the scene away from his memory. Federico doesn’t just look contented, he looks like a man who has been blessed all his life. His face was sparkling, his smile told him that he's very satisfied with his current state. There was no trace of grief from his father and his death. Did he plan all of this? If so, he’s the traitor in the family. They had been feeding a snake for years. “Fuck!” He threw in his strongest punch as he heaved for air. He slumped on the floor, he’s catching his breath. His mind has been chaotic these past days, thanks to Victoria, who brought him to that auction to witness who Federico
Simon had decided to do it. He had thought about it all night, and came up with the decision. He will not be tied with Victoria, and he’s going to plan and execute his revenge alone. If ever he needs any help, he knows whom to ask for it. He strolled outside the mansion. He didn’t sleep even one minute last night, and he’s not feeling sleepy now. His mind has been so active lately. Simon observed and memorized every nook and cranny of the mansion, so is the outside. After strolling, Simon went back to the mansion. He had his plans all in his head. Tonight. He’s going to do it tonight. Now that he has memorized all the possible exits that he can take, he can now start planning his second potion if his first option fails. His first try might be a failure, but he’s not going to let that happen this time. He was weak, confused, and not familiar with the place, that was why he failed. With his hands dipped inside the pockets of his pants, Simon slowly strode towards the kitchen. He t
Victoria’s body shook in anger as she read the note in her hands. It was hand-written and though the cursive style looked good in the eyes, she can’t appreciate it. Disbelief washed over her as she repeatedly read it. The contents of the note made it hard for her to comprehend it, and when she did she jumped to her feet and ran back towards her room.“Vicky!” Brandon was right behind her, their footsteps were frantic as they raced towards the room. She was gasping for air when she slammed the door open and immediately went to the painting and removed it. Her hands shook as she punched the code to her safe. “Calm down, Vicky. You’re shaking.” Brandon tried to calm her down but Victoria didn’t even bother to listen to him. Her attention was all focused on her safe. “Dammit!” She cursed, her voice was shaking when she punched the wrong code because of too much tension. When she got it right, she didn’t waste any time, she opened it. A gasp escaped her mouth the moment she saw the e