“Whoa. I thought you weren't coming with me?”Ryzen glanced at Federico who was right behind him. The man was all serious. His face was void of any emotions as if he was really in deep thoughts. “Hey? Are you okay, Federico? You seem so serious.” Ryzen nudged him on his shoulder. The two were half running towards the house. Ryzen was a little bit limping, but he didn't seem to care about himself. He’s determined to save both Simon and Addison. “Are you planning something? What are you going to do? Don't tell me you're planning something evil?”Ryzen halted and grabbed Federico's arm. When Federico looked at him, that made him realize that he’s into something big. “What is it? Come on, man. You can't leave me on this one.”Federico pulled his arm and sighed. Yeah. He’s really into something not good. And it might compromise everything. “Just shut up and follow me.”He led the way. Guns were in both of his hands. He’s in total war mode tonight and he’s going to bring hell to an
Simon should have known better, that Mancini will never be Mancini if he won’t play dirty. It took him a few seconds before he felt the numb feeling starting to creep from his abdomen. When Simon looked down, he saw Mancini’s blooded hands, he was holding a small knife embedded into his abdomen. When he looked up to his face, he saw the sinister smile plastered on it. Victory was written all over his face. “Do you think I will let you kill me? You are meant to die in this place, Morelli.” He spatted. Simon started to loss his strength. He backed down and stagered until he dropped on the floor. His visions become blurry. No. He can’t afford to die now. Faces flashed inside his mind. Simon coughed and he tasted his own blood from his mouth. “You…” he can’t find the strength to speak now. Mancini stepped forward until he was standing just in front of Simon. He squatted, his face leveled on his. Without any warning, he pulled the small knife from Simon’s abdomen. Blood gushed
Simon smiled as his gaze stared at the velvet box in his hands. He can’t wait to give this to his beloved wife. He wanted to please her, and as much as possible he wanted her to be proud of him. It was their wedding anniversary today and he wanted to surprise her with his present. It may not be expensive like those she had in her jewelry box, but this one came from his heart. He looked at the clock mounted on the wall of their spacious apartment; this apartment was given by his wife’s grandmother as a gift for their wedding. He frowned when he saw that it was past five o’clock in the afternoon, and Ash should have been home by now. They agreed to celebrate their wedding anniversary with a simple candlelight dinner in a restaurant. She's late. Simon called Ash but she was not answering his calls. He dialed her number a few times again but still, no one answered. Simon bit his lower lip as his heart hammered inside his chest. He's worried! He waited for another minute, then
Simon drove back to their apartment as fast as he could. He was relieved that Ash was fine, and he was excited to give her his gift. It’s the least that he can do to make his wife happy. He wanted to give her everything, and he's making it happen step by step since he’s not yet that capable. Soon, Ash would be proud of him. He’s been a subject of insult from the Steele family, and he knew that Ash was embarrassed every time his financial standing would be brought up. But everything is about to change. He parked the car outside the premises of their luxurious apartment and volted to their unit. His steps were frantic and his heart rammed inside his chest. Upon opening the door, his eyes scanned their apartment, in search of his wife. His heart skipped a beat when their eyes locked. “Ash, I was so worried about you. You were not picking up my calls, I thought something had happened to you.” Simon wanted to hug Ash, but he chose not to. Simon found Ash seated on one of the expensive
Simon just stared at the retreating back of Ash. The moment that she was out of his sight, he went to the nearest chair and sat exhaustedly. He rubbed his face a few times, in the hopes to get his mind to think straight, but he was totally confused and distracted by their arguments. Did she really went on a date with Gregory Holt? He knew the man. He was one of the richest bachelors in the country. His reputation as a playboy exceeds him. He couldn’t understand why Ash would want someone like Gregory. He's trash. There are tons of scenarios floating in his mind. And he refused to be bothered by those. Does his wife love that man? Gregory Holt was a very capable man, in terms of money and power. Something that he doesn't have. Yet. “No, I won’t allow this.” He needs to talk to Ash to clear things out. He knew she didn't love her anymore. Or did she ever love him in the first place? What they had was just an arranged marriage, she was just forced to marry him because her gran
Simon groaned as he shifted from the bed. His head hurts and he was nauseated. With eyes half-closed, he looked at the window only to find that the sun was already high in the sky. He overslept and he has a hangover. He remembered himself last night getting more alcohol than his body could tolerate. As he struggled to sit on the bed, images from last night came into his memory like an avalanche. Their arguments, the insults, the divorce papers he refused to sign, and the reality that his beloved wife had sex with another man. Simon was once again devoured by the pain of what Ashley did. He realized that he was such a loser for being cheated on like this, not to mention the discrimination he endured from her family. He got drunk last night because he can’t handle the pain and humiliation. He needed to erase that from his memory, he needed an outlet and alcohol was the easiest way. He struggled to get out of bed, he felt like his surroundings were spinning. “Damn, hangovers
Simon packed his things with a heavy heart. This apartment has been his home for almost five years. Yes, they were married for five years, and he realized now that within those five years as a son-in-law of the Steele family, they never really cared for him. On top of all, he was insulted for being penniless and discriminated against for looking shabby all the time. Looking at the empty apartment one last time, Simon left. He still can't go back to his father's house, not until he commands him to go back. Until then, his real identity should be hidden, and he has no right to reveal himself for who he truly was. He will need to look for another apartment to stay in. But first, he needs money. He only had a few coins in his pocket, not enough to sustain himself.Simon took a cab going to one of the biggest banks in New York City, The Bank of New York. “Take me to the Bank of New York.” The cab driver’s eyebrows raised mockingly at Simon. But Simon didn’t mind the insulting smirk
Simon was out for almost five hours looking for a new apartment, but he hasn’t found one yet. All the owners of the apartment he inquired about showed hostile attitudes toward him, and he knew why. Simon looked down at his clothes. They were presentable at some point, but they looked worn out and old-fashioned. Maybe those owners thought that he can’t afford to pay for the monthly rent. Simon decided that he’ll look for an inn to stay for the night if he can’t find an apartment. Luckily for him, he found one just in time. The owner was an old lady who treated him a little bit more civil than the others. “You need to pay the monthly rent in advance.” She opened her wrinkly palm in front of Simon. “It’s one thousand dollars, if you can’t afford it, don’t waste my time.” She told him frankly. Due to exhaustion and hunger, Simon immediately pulled a handful of dollar bills from his backpack and handed it silently to the owner. ''Here it is, a thousand bucks.'' Mrs. Smith look