The next morning, Sakura left with a bittersweet goodbye to her boyfriend and friends. Early in the morning, 7:30 to be exact, she left for Paris in her private jet.

And once she arrived in Paris, she looked around her home city, admiring the place where she grew up in. She greeted some friends on the way to the HQ, where she immersed herself in work for the hours that passed by.

The days passed quickly, and the schedule for Sakura was the same, work and files piled up, she plowed through them casually. But as the days passed by in Dubai for the bidders, the Foxes visited Tres Spades more often, Paris always coming along with them.

Shay kept visiting, spending time with her boyfriend as Baba found himself spending more time with Mica's friend Paris, more so than other women. Even though he occasionally bought other women, whenever Paris came along, he practically abandoned the other woman for her.

But as the meeting and visit to Paris came to an end for Sakura, who managed to complete the deal with mafia mobsters, she found herself anxiously awaiting her trip back to Dubai. Around noon, she left Paris for Dubai, after some farewells to close family and friends.

As evening approached, the bidders had another poker night in the lounge, of course, complete with drinks. There were women in the lounge with them, of course, but one woman, who Baba had brought, stood out particularly.

"Eisuke! Soryu! It's been a while." the blonde grins, seating herself between the men, who were both a bit too tipsy to recognize the woman's face.

Too tipsy to recognize the woman who tried killing their best friend.

~*****~

The jet landed, Sakura stepping out and making her way to the limo, where her things were already set. As she stared out the window of the vehicle, she watched the scenery zoom by as she waited to arrive home. Back into the arms of her boyfriend.

Back at Tres Spades, the party continued on. The bidders were expecting Sakura to come back around 1:00 am, and it was only 11:00. Eisuke was gone from the lounge, as he was followed by a brunette model to his suite.

I dare you to guess what's going on up there.

As for the rest, they were stupidly drunk, drunk enough that they didn't notice a familiar blonde woman slip away with Soryu, into his suite. As the door slammed shut, the mobster found himself pushed onto the bed, his head throbbing as the alcohol flowed through his body.

He could feel the bed sink deeper as more weight from the woman was added. She crawled atop of him, pressing her lips against his forcefully. Her hands began roaming across his body, his hands hesitantly and shakily roaming her own body.

He became more confident with his moves. But as the times passed by that the pair shared hot kisses, slowly peeling off each others clothes, Sakura was only getting closer and closer to home.

To finding her worst nightmare.

Sakura opens the familiar doors of Tres Spades Dubai, strolling towards the elevators. Her luggage will be lugged upstairs soon.

The elevator opens and she opens the door to the lounge, the scent of different perfumes invading her nose, making her wrinkle her nose in displeasure. The bidders didn't notice her, and she didn't want them to, she didn't want to hug them while they smelled like that.

She noticed Eisuke and Soryu weren't there, and she assumed maybe they had a small meeting by themselves about the next auctions. She sighs and tiptoes to hers and Soryu's shared suite.

Using her key card, she opens the door to her suite. But the suite wasn't silent like she expected, she could hear her boyfriend's voice...

And someone else's voice, a familiar woman's voice.

She opens the door to their bedroom carefully to see an awfully familiar woman pinned against the wall, half-clothed, kissing her boyfriend passionately, his back turned to her.

Soryu didn't seem to notice the door opening since Sakura was so quiet, but the woman was facing her and her eyes opened for a moment before closing and opening again, glaring at her as her lips formed into a smirk as she kissed Soryu.

The woman wrapped her arms around Soryu's neck, pulling them impossibly closer as Soryu only got more engaged into the contact. The woman's eyes dropped close again, only to open them seconds later to an empty doorway, Sakura gone.

~*****~

The lounge was empty, but smelled of booze and perfume. The women left, and so did the bidders. And thank god that happened. Sakura ran. Ran as fast as her feet could carry her as she desperately bit back tears.

She tried blinking them back, but every time she closed her eyes, all she could see was the same scene in the bedroom replaying in her mind. The elevator opened and she dashed out, ignoring the cries of guests she crashed into.

She called her assistants and made sure they didn't carry out her luggage to the lounge. She called one of her men to bring her car around, and she climbed into the driver's seat as fast as she could once it came, the man leaving respectfully.

The engine roared to leave as she continuously blinked away her tears. She stepped on the gas pedal and she began zooming through the streets, biting her lip until she tasted blood, letting her tears roll down her cheeks.

It was only 5 days. 5 days she was gone.

In her thoughts, she thought it would've been better if he told her he was unhappy, even though that would've been painful, it would've been better than sneaking around her back.

How long have they been together...? Did he even ever love her?

She reached for her phone, calling a certain number.

Within seconds, they pick up, and a familiar female voice and noisy background comes through.

"Sakura? What's wrong? I thought you'd be asleep by now since you just got back from Paris." Angel asked, stuttering a little. With the noisy background and clinking of glasses, Sakura could only assume they had another drinking party for no reason.

"Angel? I-I... Something happened, okay? Do you think I can come over...?" she asked, trying to make her voice as stable as possible, but the Black Foxes' leader's wife was sharp enough to see through that, and sharp enough not to ask any questions. For now, that is.

"Okay... You know what? Where are you right now?"

"Near Tres Spades." "Mine's and Riki's house is closer. Just drive there and I'll bring the girls with me to talk, 'kay?"

"A-Alright... Thanks, Angel." "No problem, the spare key for the house is where it used to be back in Japan." "Got it."

~*****~

The girls were all in a car, Angel, the least drunk of them, driving to her house.

There they found the door locked but they could hear sobs coming from the other side.

Once they opened the door, they found Sakura on her knees by the staircase, uncontrollably sobbing as she held her head in her hands, knees to her chest.

And although they could sense everything was wrong with her life right now...

They couldn't foreshadow the chaos that will destroy her life within a matter of weeks.