COUPLE DAYS later, August was able to heal from the beating he had endured when Raquel took him down. He was now as good as hell, and he could now work tirelessly to catch up with all of the deadlines and meetings he had neglected while he was at rest. Fortunately, the press, with a lot of help from Daphne, didn’t know a thing about what happened to August, or else he would be bombarded by the press in front of the Remington Corporation. However, it would not be for long, as something grand would happen now. August had been waiting for this day—The day when the final showdown begins. This day had come down to this moment, where the tables would turn, and justice would finally be served. This time, August made sure that Francis would not be able to run away from his crimes, nor frame someone up to escape from it. Inside August’s office, all of his allies, Daphne, Sapphire, and Maxine, were inside the room. The air was thick with tension as they were looking at the wall clock from ti
TWO YEARS LATER…The waves on the water splash on the yacht where August was standing right now. Both his hands were holding onto the rail as his gaze fixated on the sunset in front of him. It was beautiful, ethereal, and breathtaking… Just like the woman who was walking toward him.“August,” Daphne called her as she gave her husband a fruit shake. “You’ve been there for an hour already. Would you want to spend this day with fish than me?” she asked, pretending to be pissed as her lips curved into a smile.“No need to be jealous of nature, my dear wife. I just want to appreciate how beautiful the sunset was.”August laughed, pulling Daphne gently closer to him using his other hand. Now, both of them were staring at the sunset with genuine smiles plastered onto their faces. August’s hand was resting on Daphne’s waist, while the latter had her head leaned on her husband’s shoulder.A year ago, both of them got remarried, for real this time. At that moment, both of them couldn’t help bu
IT was almost midnight, yet someone was still sitting in front of the computer and working late. That employee was determined to finish some tasks before going home. His name is Augustus Fordman. A passionate and hardworking guy working as a strategy developer at Sandoval Corporation. It’s one of the most influential companies in the gaming industry despite its family ranking being in the top fifty only. “Crap,” August complained as he stretched his arms, followed by a sound of a fabric splitting into half. August only sighed because of the unlucky situation. His black polo shirt that seemed to be worn out was torn now. No wonder that it was torn easily. He had been using that shirt and his black slacks for a long amount of time— The same as his black and thick eyeglasses. That nerdy look of him made his co-workers give him a nickname that suits him well. Pathetic commoner. “Hey, aren’t you going home? Are you planning to sleep here?” said Kaylee, one of August’s co-employees. “
AUGUST WASN'T able to move at first. His lips parted, and his eyes widened as he realized how Samantha betrayed him. Based on Peter and his other co-employees, Samantha and Bruce had known each other for a very long time. Which means that Samantha was also cheating on him for a long time as well. 'Is this the reason why you've been acting cold at me for all this time?' August breathed heavily. Every realization hit him right now—On how she wanted to make their relationship a secret. On top of that, she doesn't even want to acknowledge August as a colleague in the Sandoval Corporation. What Samantha asked was difficult for him, but because he loved her so much, and he wanted to make her stay, he never questioned everything she asked for. He promised to understand her, no matter how hard it was. 'And yet, this is what I got?' August clenched his fist tightly as he continued to watch the live broadcast. Bruce was still kissing Samantha passionately. His hands traveled onto her waist
WITH JUST one command, the bodyguards let go of him and took one step away from him. August turned his body to see who ordered them, only to see Samantha and Bruce. “So, it’s him…” whispered Bruce to Samantha before he leaned towards her, licking lightly onto her earlobe. "No wonder why you wanted to dump him so badly, baby." “B-Bruce…” said Samantha, feeling awkward as Bruce was doing naughty things in front of her ex-boyfriend. However, Bruce didn’t even budge. All she could do was close her eyes and feel how good Bruce’s tongue was. August suddenly clenched his fists at the sight. Bruce has everything everyone could ask for. Wealth, a good reputation, oozing sex appeal, and stamina that could make her moan in ecstasy every night, what more could she ask for? Everything Bruce has was the exact opposite of August. She never loved him, not even a bit. She just used him to buy the things she wanted, and to enter the Sandoval Corporation so she could execute her plan. ‘Samantha…’
"DO you think you've learned your lesson yet?" one of the bodyguards sneered, yanking August's hair and forcing him to meet the intense gaze of the three men towering over him. One of them stood with crossed arms, biting his lower lip in anticipation. Another lazily dragged on his cigarette, exuding an air of indifference. The third squatted before August and delivered another blow, snapping August out of his thoughts. After Bruce told them that they could do anything about him, one of the bodyguards made a powerful punch to August’s gut, causing August to cry in agonizing pain. Paralyzed and helpless, he was mercilessly dragged to the parking lot by the bodyguards. The other people didn’t care about what they would do to him, even though it would be something horrible. Once there, the bodyguards, bored and callous, unleashed their fury on him, treating him like a human punching bag. August could hear their sadistic laughter and gleeful chuckles as he coughed up blood, gaspi
A WEEK later and August was already healed. The medicine worked its magic, fastening his recovery. He suddenly felt relieved as his body became lighter, and the swelling in his knee receded. Although the pain was still there, it was more tolerable than the last time. What the nurse told him before wasn’t a joke. The hospital, the famous Remington Medical Hospital owned by the multi-billionaire Charles Remington, hadn't demanded a single dime for his stay in the VIP room. Someone had taken care of his medical bills, an act of kindness he should be grateful for. Yet, Samantha's betrayal had left him jaded, eroding his trust not just in her, but in the world as a whole. "Is there truly no ulterior motive?" he asked, slightly suspicious of the nurse who handed him a document to sign. "Can I truly walk away unscathed?" The nurse retorted with a hint of sarcasm, shaking her head. "If we had malicious intentions, would we bother curing you?" August's mouth opened slightly, his senses
THE next day, August found himself fixated on his phone screen, clad in a worn-out white t-shirt, faded pants, and carrying an old black bag on his back. He contemplated how to handle the unexpected money that had miraculously appeared in his bank account. It had been quite some time since August last set foot in the Sandoval Corporation. Uncertain of his current employment status there, he decided to take a risk and approach the management, determined to explain the reasons behind his absence from work. "I'm not sure if I should use this…” said August, his finger tapping on the screen as he proceeded to pay his monthly expenses. "But well, at least now I have the means to cover my expenses, or maybe even take a taxi." With this newfound fortune, August realized he not only had enough to cover his basic needs but also to indulge in some wants, a luxury he hadn't experienced before, given his modest paycheck. August didn’t know who sent him the money. Despite his efforts to uncover