I had just arrived at the hotel in Ireland, taken a shower and was rammaging through my already organized wardrobe when I saw the tux. The same tux I ordered from "Lumière" Talia's brand. It is well-known with its global sales and internationally expanded showrooms. Talia, the sweet, shy and talkative girl had built a fucking empire in the fashion world and I wasn't even a tiny bit surprised. She is capable of doing anything and she doesn't even know it.

As the posh jacket lay in my arms I feel the comfort and luxury of the wool-blend material with the hand-stitched intricate demure designs in gold silk thread. It was the perfect definition of a modest Masterpiece. I certainly wanted to wear it on various occasions but I didn't. I couldn't.

I couldn't replace her lingering scent with mine. Even though it was in the slightest, it brought me comfort by confirming her presence in my life. The fragrance combination of fresh lilacs and vanilla bean with a hint of cinnamon spice. It was just like her, sweet but burning. I hate how the feeling of missing her surfaced just by this faint delicious smell. Now, I couldn't ignore my craving for just a glimpse of her.

I went over to my laptop and checked the live CCTV located directly in front of her office window giving me the perfect look at her disheveled self. I knew it was a voilation of privacy but at least I didn't hack into her office's surveillance. Oh, who am I kidding? It's creepy rather way. And yet I found myself seeking relief at the sight of her seated safe and cosy while also looking messy. I like that version as much as every other version of her. As she sat sketching, her hair up in a lazy bun with two messy strands coming loose accentuating the curves of her cheekbones and her flawless jawline. As she yawned while running hands through her face, I noticed the dark brown shading her under eyes and the frown which replaced her usual glowing expression. The CCTV was reasonably far from her office but I could see through the glint in her eyes that she was frustrated, stressed and...depressed? She leaned back, her head dropping back as if it weighed 1000 pounds and I can tell that it probably was by the look on her face. After a while, she is suddenly flinching, probably waking up to someone's voice. She fixed her posture and fixed a pleasant but forceful smile in the blink of an eye. Was it easy for her to fix a fake smile on her pretty face? How many times has she done it? I felt something aching when I thought about all the reasons why she had to practice that.

My phone rang through the charged air surrounding me and I tore my gaze away and checked the time. It was 1 a.m. I had to leave the room on sharp 6:30 a.m. I never bent my sleep schedule for anyone or anything. It was important because I have to look put together at all times and lack of sleep would only mess up everything in my brain. And I couldn't afford to lose my sanity. Then why the hell was I up till now concerned about a girl? Had I already lost my sanity?

I was about to close my laptop when I saw a tiny mark imprinted on her neck. And when I looked more into it I saw a mark like that on her left arm too. A bruise perhaps? Or is it a scar? No matter what it was, the idea of someone hurting her made the lethal flames which I extinguished years ago reignite. Maybe I am reading into it too much but if someone had indeed hurted her, they are certainly bound to something far more worse than hell.

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Ugh! Why the fuck couldn't I sleep?!! I'm tired and yet, I keep twisting and turning. I just couldn't get that scar out of my head. The temptation to text her is only increasing the more I think about that mark. But if I do talk to her, I know I wouldn't stop and end up going back to her. This meeting is way important to reschedule. So I pulled out my phone and texted Roselyn.

Me
Hey, would you do me a favor?

Rose
What?

Me
Can you check on Talia?

Rose
What do I get?

Me
A better look at Nichole.

Rose
Wtf?

Me
Don't act innocent. I know what you have been upto.

Rose
Whatever.

Hopefully, I can sleep now.

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I stood, waiting on front of the door of Amelia Mayer's hideout to pay her a surprise visit. Although I knew she was too cowardly to open it, I waited. Waited until my patience ran out and I kicked open the cranky door. It sqeaked as if screaming for its life when it hit the wall with a loud shutter. I stepped in with viciously calm strides. I felt someone's presence behind me and I caught the large tree trunk used but failed to hit my head. Huh, did she really think that she could knok me out? Silly.

"There, there, you don't want to include weapons in this small talk now, do you?" I lulled with a hint of warning while throwing that wooden trunk.

"What do you want?" Amelia hissed closing her eyes and lowering her hand.

I stepped away and asked, "What do you know about Robert?"

"I don't know anything about your dad!" Her voice cracked in a pleading tone.

I tried to remain calm but I couldn't after hearing the word 'dad'.

"Then why did you run away?" I slowly growled as I couldn't control the raging beast waking inside me.

"I-I witnessed something else." She said as if she was on the leash of death which was true.

"Don't lie to me." I warned with enough poison to strangle her in my voice as I stepped forward to tower her.

"N-" she choked on her words when she looked up to my face.

"Okay, I'll tell you but please don't record." She said, her voice no more than a whisper due to the stiffness around my intimidating presence.

"Okay."

She stepped backwards and started replaying the conversation between my bastard of a father and some other guy who she thought connected with one of his affairs. They were discussing whether to burn down "The pictures" or not.

"That's it! That's all I know!" She she said hurriedly.

I nodded as I pulled out my gun, shot her forehead and left.

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A/n
I forgot to give a title to this chapter and remembered after 3 or 4 hours!!! But anyways, coment if y'all think this chapter is creepy...(coment if you don't also hehehe)