LOGIN~Guest House. Carolina finally escaped the bride-to-be. She sure was talkative and Carolina wasn't even a match. She walked down the corridor like she was running away from someone, looking back at each second. She bumped into Adrian, he had changed his clothes "What are you looking back and forth like a thief?" He looked behind her "What thief? I'm just trying to get away" she said "From what? Who?" Carolina pointed to the door at a distance "It's suffocating in there, I can't help with how loud they talk" her voice cracked. She looked scared like there weren't humans like her there. "How suffocating? You talk a lot too" "She wants me to join the bride's maid. I literally just got here" she said and heard a call from a distance "Mrs. Moretti!" Adrian pulled her by her wrist and took her away. He closed the door behind them before he let go of her wrist. "Whose room is this?" She whispered "If you care so much, you can leave" he held the knob. She held her hand out to
The journey continued and Carolina kept stealing glances at the ring even though she held a book, she couldn’t concentrate “How long is the journey?” she asked “it’s far, we might have to spend the night somewhere else.” “You don’t drive at night?” “It’s going to rain tonight, I don’t drive when it rains” he said “Why didn’t you take flight then?” “because I have free will?” he glanced at her and Carol kept mute. She placed her hand on her stomach and looked outside the window, she hadn’t talked in a while but she seemed stressed “You don’t go on, rides do you?” he asked “I just get sick easily” she said weakly. The car came to a slow stop and Carolina got out of the car to feel the breeze. It was at night already and she sat at the bus station to sit, Adrian got out and leaned on the car, he scrolled through his phone and glanced back at Carol. She looked obedient and somehow still shined while looking like anything but an heiress. They continued the journey when Adr
~Moretti Mansion "Breaking news! The police recently arrested a man in his mid 30's in suspicion of the murder of the late chair woman Molly..." The broadcast said "Earlier this morning, before the court final hearing, it had been confirmed that the suspect had been found dead as a result of suicide..." The broadcast continued Ashley stood behind the couch "He killed himself? Tragic" she said "But why would he?" Carolina asked and Adrian came down the stairs "Where are you going?" Ashely asked "The cops summoned me" he said "I'll go with you" she said "Me too" Carolina stood up. He wanted to object but then he gave up. ~POLICE STATION They arrived at the station and the detective leading the investigation met with them. He showed the pictures of the man confirmed dead and his medical report. "He's really dead?" Ashley asked. After checking and clearing things, they got out of the station. "Didn't you notice that?" Carolina paused behind them "What's that?" Ashley ask
Carolina was torn between who to talk to. Definitely not Adrian who is practically shutting everyone out. And not Ashley who's gone off to where no one knows but Adrian "You know where to find me" Obviously, only Adrian knows but how could she talk to a man who's turning himself into a ghost in his own house. ~MIDNIGHT Carolina got up casually from her bed and strolled over to Adrian's study after preparing a whole speech and presentation on why he should call Ashley back or at least tell her where she can find her. She knocked at his door but there was no response. She pushed it slightly and it was open. She peeped in before appearing fully. She leaped towards him quietly and noticed the papers scattered around the table. He was asleep after a long time and day. She leaned down to look closely, he looked somehow relieved, instead of the constant fused brows and almost tearing mouth. They were relaxed. She saw the bottle of wine and half filled glass, he had taken way too muc
The funeral went on, Dubois and his men sat somewhere private as Adrian focused on the event. Carolina stepped out for a while to get fresh air from the tense one at the other side. "Miss Dawson" an old deep voice called behind her. She turned around "Mr. Dubois" she called "Look at you, you look different" he laughed "the last time I saw you, you were supposed to get married to Mr. Jeong, I suppose" he said Carolina kept mute "Have you been well? How is your father?" He asked "I thought you knew" she looked at him "I haven't met your father in a while. He's becoming someone I don't know" he said, his voice dropping to an octave. The clouds gathered, about to pour. "Mummy?" Justin called and ran towards her, holding the hem of her skirt. Dubois crouched and looked at Justin, Carolina held Justin behind her "He looks too much like Moretti" he noted "Is there a problem?" Adrian spoke behind Dubois. "Not at all." Dubois chuckled and walked away. Justin took Adrian's hand
~Moretti Mansion. The mansion had been quiet for a while, especially when Adrian never got out of his study and Carolina laid in bed throughout. Justin sat on the bed next to her, flipping through pages of a book. Carolina laid on her side, zoned out. "Mummy?" Justin tapped her arm She snapped back to reality "Yes?" She answered and he said nothing. Carolina got off the bed and walked out of the room. She slowly descended the stairs, holding the rails firmly. A loud thud echoed through the house. Adrian's gaze lifted from the screen. He didn't mind at first but his attention kept going there. He walked around the house and saw Carolina at the end of the stairway, trying to get up. He strolled down to her "What was that sound?" He asked even though it was obvious. She managed to get up but didn't look at Adrian "Nothing" she said, about to leave "I'll call the doctor" he said "There'll be no need" she walked away. The day of the funeral came and they all got ready to
~Greenwood Park. Detective Hale sat by a table alone in the garden while the few others went about their things. He looked around expecting someone and later went in to use the restroom. After easing himself, he opened the door and got pushed back in, not violently and definitely not gently.
~Dawson Mansion Dawson leaned back in his leather chair, a glass of whiskey in hand as he watched the television. "Breaking news!" the reporter announced. "Earlier this morning, real estate tycoon Adrian Moretti was taken into custody. He is the prime suspect in a cold case involving the mu
Carolina remained deeply disturbed by her discovery in the west wing, but her immediate concern was Justin. Seeking a distraction, she took up a hobby she had long admired: crocheting. She sat in a plush armchair in the library, the rhythmic clicking of her needles echoing softly. Beside her, J
Adrian’s grip on Carolina’s wrist was like a shackle. He hauled her toward his study so fast she nearly stumbled. Once inside, he slammed the door and shoved her forward. "Adrian, listen to me," she gasped, steadying herself. "I didn't poison him." "And what else would I expect you to say?" h







