A sweet trap. That’s exactly what James has fallen into. The retreat is for his stamina, but he is being trained in the pleasures of bed instead. Which means that Rohan has time for his revenge. Irving is proving himself to be useful to his plans. So useful, in fact, that Rohan gets out of the house because James’ moans of pleasure have become annoying.Every night, though, Irving still reports to him. He mentions that James is insecure about the power and influence of his mother. He also can’t admit to his mother that he is homosexual.And at the very few moments he finds them training, Irving always gives him cold water. It’s as if it’s his showing that he cares for James.“Here,” Irving will say. “You need to hydrate.”“Oh, thank you,” James responds and accepts the offered water.However, it will only take an hour. Soon, they are already kissing and making love again. And Rohan is getting a lot of resources. He has already finished a couple of videos and released them to the inter

The TV blares in the background while Rohan prepares his food and beer. He sits on the couch and watches the news. The anchorperson reports how the police discovered that James Yu died of a steroid overdose. Prolonged usage has made James healthy on the outside, but unhealthy and weak on the inside. “James Yu. The sole heir of the Yu dynasty died today,” the anchor said. “It will be remembered that James Yu has a problem with—” A knock comes on the door. Rohan smirks. Just about time. Hera did a good job, huh? He stands up from the couch and opens the door, revealing a distraught Irving. “They will kill me,” he greets. “I guess it’s not a good day for you?” He glances at the TV. “You already know.” “As you can hear.” Rohan opens the door wider for him. “Come in.” Irving enters the house and looks around. “I am glad you are still here.” “Why are you here, Irving?” “I need money to get out of the country.” “Why? You have James Yu’s fortune.” “If he is alive! But if he’s dead,

Rohan walks through the lobby of the fashion studio, and his heart thumps in his chest. He’s fit now because of his stint with James Yu. For a few weeks, he also hired a modeling trainer to practice. He is just wondering if it’s enough to pass. But then, at least he is wearing his best suit, his hair carefully combed, and he’s determined to make a good impression. Besides, Rosalyn Rugge will be among the judges.And so, Rohan sits with the other hopefuls. Like him, they all look good. He is lost in thought that he almost misses it when his name is called. He quickly makes his way to the stage and greets the judges.“Mr. Hansel Crago, you are not wearing the assigned clothes,” one judge says. “Go and change your clothes. You should be in boxers.”“Oh, I am sorry. I didn’t know.”Of course, Rohan knows that. He needs it just so the judges will remember him, even if it’s the ugly type of being noticed. Besides, he will be Hansel Crago for only a while.One judge groans, “Then just leave

“Let me take you home,” Rohan offers to Rosalyn when they are about to leave the chaos in the building. Rosalyn interlaces her arms in his and he smiles at her. She is his target, and she doesn’t even know the things he plans for her. Dashing out of the street, he grabs Rosalyn’s hand and makes his way to the parked car. It is a Range Rover, something that will not interest Rosalyn. However, when they enter, she realizes that it is customized, from the seats to the entertainment and even the hood. Before she can say anything, Rohan asks, “It may be insensitive of me, but may I know where your house is?” After saying her address, she settles on the seat. She seems so relaxed and harmless. No one would know that she’s previously one of the Ten Elites. She enjoyed her time there and even now, she gives massive support to them–as Kyndra had told him before. Maybe, instead of her house, Rohan can bring her somewhere he can kill her? No! He shakes his head. He is not a murderer like that

The young woman pulls Rohan to the center of the dance floor, graceful with a slender frame that moves like a lithe river. She glides across the dance floor, mesmerizing those who watch.If Rohan did not know better, her beauty and style could have transfixed him, like all the other men and women around them.“Are you just going to stand there and watch?” she asks, her voice soft and gentle as a summer breeze. “Come,” she invites, extending her hand to his.Rohan takes her hand and follows her movements.“That’s it,” she says. She guides him, her hands never leaving his body, and he knows she’s starting with her seduction.At the chorus of the song, she steps closer to him and presses her body to him. “By the way, my name is Simone. I think you should know that so you can scream my name later,” she says.Rohan smiles. “I am Hansel Crago.”“Nice meeting you, Hansel.”And then, she suddenly kisses him. Not the shy type of kiss, but the one with tongues. When she pulls back, he is still