The car slowed down in front of the station. The stubborn headache that has been disturbing since he opened his eyes to start the day throbbed even more. How is everything slowly falling apart? He stepped out of the vehicle and approached the station's entrance. He was led down a couple of hallways and eventually into a room that had table and chairs. He walked to a chair at the left corner and he officer let him know that her be back with her. As he waited, he watched mother's cry with their daughters, sisters console each other, husband's trying to be strong in front of their wives so she wouldn't have a breakdown too and bunch of families being comforting. He couldn't classify how he felt. Bratté was neither his sister, cousin or wife. She was just a woman whose similar views on life worked up an admiration for her he hadn't thought would lead to something physical. Or perhaps, emotional. Ever since he recieved the news that Bratté had been arrested in the middle of carrying out

Isabel didn't wait for the car to completely stop. She couldn't. The words were still playing over and over in her head. “Ethan signed the divorce papers sweetheart. You're now a free woman.” As soon as her father had said those words, the driver had stopped the car while she asked—rather, demanded what he was talking about and why the divorce papers had her signature on it even when she had no recollection of ever signing the divorce papers. “You don't remember? It was the day we ate together at the restaurant.” Her father had answered before closing the door, leaving her even more consterned.She rushed past the guards and servants welcoming her, not bothering about her belongings still in the boot of the car. A light shower has started, miniature droplets of it getting soaked up by her blazer. She burst through the front door, eyes wide and searching as she scanned the premises. It was empty and her heart did a painful lurch. Next, she ran up the stairs to the bedroom and with

“You know, you could have just let Ruby drive us to wherever this Thai restaurant is than is having to ride in your car.” Ruby looked outside as she strapped the seatbelt across her chest, silently praying that no one else saw her go into his car. “Thank you but I'd rather not be seen in a Cosmo purple car. Who drives such a colour around nowadays.” Tony put on his seatbelt to and leaned forward to assess the tightness.“Uh excuse me, it's called being unique.”“You're certainly standing out.” Tony teased. “Well sorry if you can't stand a little colour because you're used to the greyness of your world.” She tapped the side of the vehicle lightly with her knuckle for emphasis.“Silver.” Tony corrected as he pulled out of the lot. “It's silver Lolly.”Ruby's eyes jutted together. “Lolly?”“Your car looks like grapefruit flavour so…” Tony explained.Ruby opened her mouth as if to say “the audacity!” “Look, I have varied taste. I'm not restricted to a colour okay. You know what, when n

The childlike giggle high-pitched by excitement travelled far thanks to the wind that came with the push and pull of the seawater against the sand, creamy white foam lining the tip. There were three figures playing on the sand, two wore blue shorts and were shirtless while the third one wore a green one with a tank top on. They all had light blonde hair. “I'm counting now!” The third one yelled, sounding feminine. “One! Two! Three! Stop!” The boys froze. They both found it hard to control their laughter as the girl chose which to go after. The game was simple. She had a maximum of three leaps to make it tonome person. If she does touch whichever she picked in those three leaps, then the person touched will replace her in he middle and do his counting. Between the two boys, one could tell which was older very easily. The one on the right hand of the girl was taller and older-looking than the cute little boy on her left who was about his elbow high. They all resembled each other so i

The best they could do by themselves was make the study rid of dust so to recieve Mr Alexei Javi who was probably running down this way with his shadow behind.As soon as they were done, theybwere informed of his presence.“Sir Zaitsev, you have a visitor.”“Scan and see if you recognize his face,” Ethan replied the AI with a smile, knowing that it knows who Alexei was. It just simply felt good to be him again.“Alexei Javi, Chairman of Javinsons hotel. Would you like further information on him sir?” it replied.“No, thank you.”“Approve or deny entry?”“Approve.” Minutes later, a man in his seventies still with a youthful energy around hims burst into the room as if the fact that he had been given entry was not enough proof that Lukyan was alive. As soon as he reached the threshold of the study, he halted. Eyes shifted from Droho to Lukyan. “You.” He breathed, staring at Diego. His eyes softened and Justine was filled with relief. “You're here too.”Drogo smiled. “But…” He stared