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
There was a considerable possibility that Victoria would sell him to those who wanted him dead. He looked at his watch, it was a cheap watch he purchased in a local thrift shop. As much as possible, Simon will not waste the cash he had right now. Simon knew when he took those jewelries, it would be hard to sell them, but not impossible. It’s past one in the afternoon, and by now he’s sure Victoria had already found out what he did. Conscience clawed his heart as he remembered his betrayal of Victoria. There’s no excuse for it, and it’s unforgivable. But what can he do? He has no choice. He’s technically as poor as a rat right now. He can’t even pull out his money from the bank, even though it’s under the name of Simon Scott. He’s not sure the extent of information his killers had on him, and he’s not taking the risk. “They can have my money, but they will never know that I am still alive,” he murmured to himself. He was currently eating dinner. The place was crowded, which was a
After almost two days without sleep, Simon finally got the chance to rest. Janus was generous enough to let him stay for the night. They were talking over beer when Simon fell asleep because of exhaustion. Janus felt pity for his friend. He let Simon take his rest. Good thing it’s his rest day today, so he will stay in his apartment and assist Simon. Simon woke up with a grumbling stomach. The delicious smell of bacon, toast, and coffee assaulted his senses. He felt refreshed and regained his energy that he finally got to rest. Escaping and eluding the police and the crowd was not easy. Not to mention that he still had to make sure that his identity was concealed. “Good morning, princess.” He heard Janus from the kitchen. The apartment was small, good for only one person, but it was neatly arranged. “Morning, sorry I dozed off last night. I’m fucking exhausted.” He rubbed his eyes as he pulled himself to sit on the couch. He remembered talking to Janus, and then he didn’t reali
“Damn, I don’t like this idea. Isn’t it illegal?” Janus was pacing back and forth in his small living room. Simon had briefed him on what to do and say and who he needed to talk to for them to acquire the said new identification Simon was talking about. “It’s not that hard, you just have to enter that antique store and find who Chris Ramsey is. He’s the person that you need to talk to.” Simon was sitting on the worn-out sofa. He pushed a picture to the table. Janus immediately went to the seat opposite of Simon and took the picture. “This is the man?” he asked. Simon nodded. “He’s an antique dealer, but he has also been doing these kinds of things. He knows how to hack the government’s database, so he’s really reliable.” Simon has been explaining to Janus what he needs to do. He will not be going there, but Janus will. Simon can’t risk exposing his identity to anyone, especially to a person who can hack systems. He might have sold him to those interested parties, Simon can’t re
Janus pushed the picture towards Chris. The huge man eyed him with suspicion before his eyes went down to the picture laid on top of the table. “Who’s that?” he asked, his voice full of angst. Janus gave him an uncertain smile. He’s totally new to this kind of deal. Hell, never in his life did he see himself having to do some kind of business deal with someone who was into illegal business. He’s always been an employee type of guy. “That’s Simon. He’s the one who needs a new identity. He’s a new guy here, and he wanted to start a clean slate, so that’s it.” Janus laughed, again, in an awkward way. Chris looked at him with an amused face. A minute later, he started to laugh. He leaned back in his chair and relaxed himself. “You see that’s not going to be that way. I require him to come here and ask for a favor himself. That’s the way that it should be.” Simon was right about Chris. This is the way they do their business here. If you want to have a new identity, then you need to f