The moment that Simon regained his consciousness, the only thing he had in mind was to escape as soon as possible. He wasn’t sure how he got in this room or what happened, but it was clear in his memory that he was put inside a huge barrel container before it was thrown into the sea. He lost consciousness and never knew what happened to him after that. Now, he was here inside what he thinks was a hospital or a clinic. “Shit!” he cursed when pain suddenly assaulted him because of his sudden movement. He totally forgot that he was shot! “Fuck!” He growled again when he tried to get out of bed. He needed to leave this place as soon as possible and as discreet as he can. Not only that, but he couldn’t fight in the condition that he was in right now. Ever so slowly, he tested if he can walk. Miraculously, he can walk without enduring the pain. He looked at himself. He was wearing a hospital gown. Furthermore, he wondered who brought him here? Which made him remember about Angela Smith

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

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

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

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