COMPARING the life he has right now to the life he had when he was a commoner, never once he thought that he would be as cunning as his oppressors to exact the revenge he wanted.
For him to inflict pain on people who had hurt him, he needed to kill his old self and act in the same way as them.
“I am serious,” Sapphire told him, thinking that August was taking the partnership way too lightly, and underestimating Harvey more than he shouldn’t. “You don’t have any idea how ambitious-driven Harvey is. He can use this partnership you’re offering solely to his advantage.”
August clicked his tongue as he stared at the document given by Sapphire. A smile formed on his lips afterward. “Maybe. Maybe not,” he said, imposing curiosity on his secretary.
A FEW years ago, Sapphire wasn't involved with the Remington family. Working as a killer at an organization in the country, she was accustomed to blood and violence.Killing is like her daily routine—Her boss would send her the information about the person she would kill in exchange for money.More kills, more money.Sapphire’s life rotated in that kind—Depending on her life on no other else but money as she lived alone in this life. She didn’t have any parents or friends she could run to when things get worse as anyone does.At a young age, the world had already slapped her with the reality that she won’t do anything to survive, she’ll die cruelly.At a young age, she al
'THE history repeated itself, not on me this time, but on the other people who had the same problem as me. We can’t protect ourselves from the influential people who always take advantage of us. I don’t know what to say, nor do…’As Sapphire finished reminiscing about her horrible past with Francis and Gregory, she didn’t notice the tears soaking her cheeks, and her fists clenched tightly with her eyes glistening. Even if it happened years ago, her heart was still in pain… like everything just happened yesterday.“Sapphire…” August called her in a low and gentle tone. “It’s alright if you don’t want to tell me anything, and I’m sorry if my question hurts you. I didn’t mean to do it.”After August threw that question to Sapphire, the latter didn’t respond. As her gaze fixated on the wall and wandered onto her thoughts, August couldn’t regain Sapphire’s attention no matter how many times he called her name.With that, even Sapphire didn’t utter a word at him, he knew that Sapphire’s exp
“I CANNOT help but remember your older brother every time we are tied in a circumstance like this,” said Wesley.His words were low yet they placed an immense intensity onto Francis’ soul.“I wish he had never died that early. Everything might be in a different situation if that didn’t happen,” he added with a grimace, clenching his fists, containing all the emotions inside him.“D-Dad—What do you mean?” Francis asked, blinking his eyes twice. “Are you telling me indirectly that everything is in chaos because of me? That… I am the reason why things turned out this way?”Francis’ voice was laced with mixed curiosity and pain, like his eyes. He stared at Wesley for a long time, not flinchi
BACK AT the Remington Corporation, August continued working and reviewing the proposals sent to him as usual. Despite knowing how Fiona’s press conference shocked almost everyone in town, especially her colleagues, August did not let those external factors affect his work.“Almost done…” August looked at the left side of his table which was stockpiled earlier, but now, there were only two or three proposals he needed to review.And it was almost past one p.m., and lunchtime was already over before he even knew it. If he managed to be as focused as he was today, he could take the half-day off and spend some time with Charles again. In fact, he planned to visit again after his work since he was done with his plan.August closed the document he just finished reading and placed it on the right side of the table. After giving his feedback about those documents, he called Sapphire on the telephone to get the documents and process them.He wanted Sapphire to rest, but he knew how hard-heade
TOMORROW morning, as August had expected, there were tons of reporters in front of the Remington mansion, hoping that August would be there so they could have him for an exclusive interview. But no. August would not give an interview for those reporters who were only present every time he was in a mess. Not a chance. Not even a single one. Before this even happened, August already had a plan for this. “Why would you escape here if you can walk through the front gate?” Sapphire asked, her forehead creased as August knocked on her door out of nowhere. “We have guards. They will not let you get harmed, and they will protect you from those nosy reporters.” August smirked as he snapped his neck and stretched his arms. “Because I don’t want to deal with them. And what is the purpose of your secret escape route if no one will use it?” he asked in a playful tone. Sapphire rolled her eyes, making August chuckle lightly. Suddenly, August remembered the escape route Sapphire had in her room
AUGUST’S hold on the control grip tightened as he accelerated the speed of his motorcycle. His mind went blank as his heart thumped rapidly, feeling the bursting rage inside his heart. “Abducted?” August repeated Daphne’s statement earlier, but this time, he had a low and dangerous tone. “Fiona was almost abducted?” “Yeah,” Daphne confirmed on the other line. Daphne looked at Fiona who was sleeping peacefully in her white queen-sized bed, which was the exact opposite of her expression earlier when she called Daphne and sought her help. Fiona told Daphne that August was not answering her calls, and Daphne made it just in time to save Fiona from her abductors before they found her. Daphne was just as nervous as the young girl, but realizing that no one would save them at this moment except themselves, Daphne remained strong. And fortunately, they were able to reach the secret house and hide there for a moment. However, Daphne’s heartbeat was still rapid, her body and hands were s
“I WANT to request for the police’s involvement to investigate the case.”August’s words caused a ruckus in the entire place. The reporters became aggressive as they threw countless questions after that, and the camera flashes duplicated as well. The roads were filled with continuous buzzing, but August did not even falter. He was not prepared for this. He knew he would never be, but here he was again, letting himself be the bait for the predators to come to him.“I saw the articles. Well, some of them are trash and baseless, and I will ask my legal team to do something about it,” August stated, his eyes roaming at the reporters.While some of the reporters averted their gazes away, feeling guilty as some wrote baseless articles to have that promotion or monetary bonus, some reporters did not even blink an eye and stared back at August.“Everyone can talk shit whenever they want to, but they should be ready for the consequences as well. No one will know the truth unless we involve th
WITH his forehead creased, Francis stared at his father more than usual. He tried to decipher the other emotion Francis could see in Wesley's eyes but failed.However, despite not knowing what was happening, Francis was certain about his hunch. Something is wrong with his father, and he needed to know what that was.“Why are you staring at me like that?” Wesley asked, his one eyebrow raised. “What do you want to ask me?”“What plan specifically do you have in mind?” Francis inquired, and a mixture of curiosity and nervousness was evident in his voice.Wesley remained silent. He leaned onto the couch and stared at Francis with his usual cold and domineering expression. He had a plan in mind, and Francis' reaction and answer to that plan would be the one to determine the answer to the question lingering on his mind for days.‘Is my son hiding something from me?’ Again, the question resurfaced.“About the search warrant…” Wesley made a short dramatic pause as he wanted to observe Fran