"In the end, there is no greater motivation than revenge"

-Mello

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Paradise Nightclub-

1:23 Am

"wehoooo ooh!"

"Ahhhhhhjhhhh!"

"whoooong! "

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

The thick and heavy smell of alcohol and all type of smoking indulged carelessly in the sinful night. Two men were fighting physically over a silly fight of who had the strongest biceps but were entertaining the club members that were bored from dancing all the time.

However, perhaps, this was all just a distraction set by someone for a goal.

A beautiful woman stood by the bartender stand with a wine glass swirly skillfully in her smooth and delicate hands, she was only spectating the laid out scenario with an amused smirk on her face when her sight was distracted by a woman slipping away from the club.

Her diamond shaped eyes were donned in a heavy eyeliner that outshined her hazelnut brown eyes.

Her tall stilletos clanked hard and loudly against the dancing floor but no one could hear or even pay attention to the surroundings.

Her black outfit smeared into the lonely night as she stalked the girl ahead.

The girl had reached the nearby hotel and checked in. She took a shower and wore her nightwear then she looked at her watch as though she were waiting for someone. Her boredom was deafening so she decided to listen to music and she became lost in the pleasure.

contrary to the serene atmosphere, the black outfit woman walked up the stairs and stealthily sneaked into her room. She placed her bag on the nearest counter, what followed afterwards was that the girl listening to music was injected with sleeping injection.

When she had woken up, she realised her body was tied to a massive picture with duct tape. She could neither speak nor could she move. Her cries were muffled but were full of desperation and fear.

Her sky like blue eyes befell upon the woman who had tied her up and was now leisurely sitting in a chair.

" Ah. I see you've woken up. Now its time to go to sleep again, little sleeping beauty." Her soft voice drew a threatening aura.

"mphf.....mmmm...nnnnmmmmm." She pleaded, hot tears running down her rosy cheeks.

The woman took off the duct tape of her mouth and placed a knife underneath her chin. "What a beautiful mouth........but only sinful words escape from it......" Her hands gripped her chin tightly. ".......What beautiful eyes do you have......tsk, tsk.....but an evil vision." Her hands trailed to the diamond necklace on her neck and separated it from her onto the floor in pieces. Then they trailed to her right hand and took off a ring what seemed like an engagement ring. "This ring...It is really beautiful.... but you are cheating on the one who gave you this."

"Wha-at....how...how did you know this?"

"Who......who are y-you? Please spare me I won't do it again I won't cheat!"

"No! Please! Please!" Her frantic cries and pleading came to an end for once and for all when the dagger was stabbed deep into her heart until it bled. The engagement ring finger was carved upon an 'x'.

Blood splattered onto the painting and photo frames that luxuriously sat upon the pastel cream walls of the hotel room. The fragrant scent was now mixed with thick blood. The entire room was disheveled but handled professionally.

The murderers sight befell onto mirror where she saw herself covered in blood, "Ugh! Dirty! I hate blood! I must shower!"

She went inside the bathroom and opened the showertap.....

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-Light Yagami

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"Reylah! " A shrill voice screamed in urgency.

"Reylah! "

In the upper story of the house a woman was bathing in the bathroom of her bedroom. She came out and dressed herself then quickly ran down the stairs to calm the tsunami downstairs.

"Coming, coming." Her soft voice strongly echoed in the house and her stunning hazelnut brown eyes focused carefully on passing through the staircase.

"huuuuhh, Just where were you and what were you doing last night that you had to take a shower bright early in the morning? What made your clothes so dirty?" She sighed and immediately fired questions at her like a rifle.

"Do you know that I will be in trouble with your brother whenever you do this? I had to call your friends, I was so nervous. Don't take such risks again." She continued.

Reylah shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Hannah if only you would stop looking at your phone and actually pay attention, you'd realise I was here way back, I was fixing the sink since it was leaking again. But I don't know how I got ketchup or something red on my clothes....." she trailed off.

".......Anyways you do know I have mild OCD."

Hannah had put down her phone and got up to fill herself a glass of water. "Alright, Alright. Anything you say."

"Ah! Right, Reylah I am going to trouble you to look after the bakery today and it's Jays parents evening today as well. I have other things to do so..." she veiled an apologetic face and urged upstairs after hearing her reply, "Don't worry, sister-in-law, I will do so."

"Alright, now where is this naughty little boy."

Outside in the park, a group of children were playing football.

"Hey, hey. Pass it on here!"

"Buddy over here."

"Here, here!"

"Score! Yayyyyyhhhyyyyy!"

The whistle was blown and everyone sat down to have a rest.

Jay had been the one to score and was now drinking water when he saw his aunt, Reylah, he loves and cherishes his aunt very much.

"Aunt, what are you doing here?" He run towards the tree where Reylah was quietly watching the game in her black coat come to a finish, she was really proud of her nephew who was a natural talent In all kinds of sports and a topper at school. He definitely has a bright future.

"Amazing! My wonderful baby!" She cupped his cheeks into her hands and smiled proudly.

Jay sighed deeply and questioned, "Did mom send you here, for the parents evening?" His face was now donned with a sad expression.

"Jay, can't I come to your parents evening?"

"No, of course you can. I just....'

"Listen, Jay, after mom and dads accident brother and sister-in-law have been working hard to provide for the family and I just arrived 7 months ago from abroad, I want to have the opportunity to be in your life, will you give me the chance to fill up for the times we've missed?"

Jay was quietly processing her words, he knew she was only trying to cover up for the negligence he receives from his parents but he was happy to know someone cared so deeply for him. Of course, he would always give a second chance to his beloved aunt. He smiled and lightly nodded his head.

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The police cars were standing outside 'The King's Hotel' whilst reporters were swarming to get information.

A car arrived, what seemed like a undercover police car and a tall, well built man gracefully stepped out. He was enrobed in a light blue armani suit and his shoes were black. He looked serious and handsome. The aura emanating him staged his importance. He paced forth towards the crime scene.

Inside the hotel police had already secured the crime scene with security measures and investigators were bent on finding clues diligently. The scene was as how the criminal had left.

The officer in charge spoke, "Seriously! Can't we get a day of rest? This is already the seventh murder in the last seven months and it is done in the exact same way. This serial killer seems to be a restless beast."

Another questioned earnestly, "I wonder which skillfull investigator is going to solve this series of murder?"

A voice reckoned, "Good morning, sir." It was the man from earlier.

"Good morning" The officer in charge nodded

"Inspector Ryan, reporting."

"I will be solving this case, Sir." He was assigned to this case by the police higher - ups and he was also quite interested in this particular case, the killer was just too intriguing.

"Do you want to have cardamom?" Inspector Ryan offered while putting a cardamom into his mouth.

"No."

"It gives a nice minty and fresh taste to your mouth, you'd need it."

" No, thank you." What was he doing, investigating or promoting people to have cardamom?

"As you wish." Inspector Ryan shrugged his head and turned to the bathroom and said, "Have you guys checked the records of when the shower began and stopped? The killer has cleaned off all evidences he must've also cleaned himself."

"Inspector Ryan, everyone knows that even an amateur criminal makes sure to avoid such s

circumstances." The officer in charge retorted. What was this man thinking and doing?

"Sir. Even an amateur officer makes sure to check this." He wasn't going to let people command him.

Inspector Ryan removed his sunglasses and examined the entire hotel room. The victims body was left like how it was with a conspicuous stab in her heart, blood had been stopped but it was cruel. Extremely heartless. His eyes explored the paintings hung on the wall and commented, "Madness. She is mad."

The officer in charge corrected him, "it is a 'he', what woman has a foot size of 11?"

"Sir. What man adorns bright red lipstick and leaves it on the painting like that? Of course unless he is a transgender."

The officer in charge was dumbfounded, how could he miss the red lipstick be hand the painting?

Inspector Ryan smirk victoriously and calmly put on his shade glasses then he dramatically escorted himself out whilst the rest of the investigation team gladly gave him a way out.

"Aunt, can we go to ice cream parlour, please?" Jay had been nagging Reylah continuously after their appointment with the teacher was over; although he was at the top of his average grades and even second place in the entire school because an annoying, shy and nerdy girl had always taken his 1st position from him, 'One day I will definitely beat that freckled nerd', he was involved in numerous fight that were verbal and had gotten physical. 'Now aunt Reylah isn't happy and she won't buy me icecream'. He pouted, he was definitely going to teach those crybabies a proper lesson. Besides, how was it his fault if they were the one asking for trouble; he was only kindly giving them what they wanted. Aunt Reylah, mom and dad just never understood and would've never understand him. It was so unfair!

"Alright, lets go to Zila parlour?" Reylah knew that her lovely nephew would never mingle in anything that would be bad for him a nd if he did, he must've had a reason. She blindly trusted this scheming 11 year old boy. What she did not know was that her lovely nephew was in the middle of cooking conspiracies on how to get his revenge.

"Yes! I love zila parlour." He exclaimed, happiness and excitement was evident on his face.

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A black bugatti was speeding on the highway whilst the driver was listening to the radio.

"Today, we have some serious news and concern for all our fellow citizens." The radio sounded as the drivers red - painted nails hit eerily against the steering wheel. She was a woman.

"In the streets of London knife crime has risen exponentially and now we have a serial killer roaming free on the streets. The police found another dead body in The King's hotel and this concludes the seventh murder."

The woman pulled force on the accelerator, she noticed another car that had been following her for quite some time. She was nervous. "Oh God. Don't tell me he is that serial killer?" she panicked and lost control of her car.

The radio yearned to continue, "It is suspected the serial killer is a male, sized 11......."

The turned her car Into a desolate location and slowed down.

"........We strongly advise everyone and anyone to be safe at all times and report anything unusual."

Both car abruptly stopped at a isolated scrap car garage. The wheels screeched and the dry dust flew Into the air creating momentary fog.

"Please! Please, don't kill me. I'll give you anything you want. I still want to live and marry and have children." The woman frantically pleaded with her hands folded, she tried to cry but tears just wouldn't come out. 'Stupid tears!'

The man was dressed in a black armani suit and his hair styled into side part, his shoes were shiny black. He looked stylish and seemed wealthy. His onyx blue eyes were concentrated deeply on the car and completely ignored the pleading woman. For him, she was a nuisance.

His hands reached out to open the black bugatti boot and a man came out; he tried to attack him but was blocked instead he fell to floor with a loud thud. The police were already informed and they cuffed him.

The woman was completely shocked. Dumbfounded. Perplexed. What the hell in the world and heavens was going on?! However the next minute...

"wow! Did I just get saved by my prince charming on his horse- ah! I mean in his car!"

Another man exclaimed, "Indeed, who knows you might just be the woman of his dreams!"

And the remaining crowd nodded in approval.

The police officer handed a pen to the 'hero' and said, "Sir, was this what you came for?"

He replied, "If not, what else. This is important to me."

Everyone at the scene were strucked by lightning and their mouths fell to the floor. What the hell! So much trouble for just a measly pen that doesn't even look expensive?! Was what was on everyone's mind.

The man earlier sighed deeply and remarked, " Even a lady in distress couldn't melt his heart."

"The 767th woman refused." He dejectedly swung his arms to the floor.

"Wait! Is he that Ryder Chanler? Oh, Oh! OMG! He is." She enthusiastically shouted out. He was indeed Ryder Chanler, the wealthy and genius business tycoon.

Ryder was already annoyed when that man had somehow stolen his pen and ducked into a bugatti, he had to chase all the way here to retrieve his precious pen. He was sitting in his car and recalled when *he had an urgent meeting with the principle of Outstanding school when he bumped into a woman who had accidently stepped on his pen. He was irritated, a lot of bad things had already happened today and now God was punishing him further but when he looked at the women his world stopped orbiting. The woman's clear hazel - nut brown eyes showed her innocence and purity, her guilty smile revealed her honesty. He was intensely ogling at her when she snapped her fingers in his face. She started to apologise, "Ummm... I am so sorry... Excuse me?" He was brought back to reality and immediately asked for her name.

"What is your name?"

"What?!" She was confused. Was he going to make her pay some kind of huge compensation for a pen? He looked the strict and arrogant type.

"Listen sir, I am sorry I accidentally stepped on your pen and it broke." The lady rummaged through her bag and handed a pen to him, "I don't know if this is enough but I sincerely am sorry."

And her walking away concluded their short but destined meeting. He smiled*.

After sending Jay home, Reylah set off for the bakery. When she arrived the bakery was extremely busy due to Hannahs amazing talent for business management. The Adams family's head was a renowned psychology professor and his wife had a few successful bakery stores over London. They were no strangers to privileges.

An elderly woman was sitting next to the shop, it seemed she was a homeless and the guard was urging her to go away.

Reylah stride forth and shouted, "Enough!"

The security ward was caught guard and did not realise when Reylah pushed him aside. He was absolutely angered by this woman who dared to behave like this with him!

"What, your gonna shout at me, Reylah Adams, now?" She gave him a threatening glare and moved towards the elderly women, her black coat was now around the elderly woman's shivering shoulders.

"Dear child, your coat must be very expensive." The elderly woman was barely able to speak due to the coldness of the weather.

Reylah smirked and assured her, "Don't worry, that coat has already done it's purpose, it's of no use to me but at least it can keep you warm. Now you keep it." She took some money out of her purse and gave it to the elderly woman however she replied that she was only standing near the shop because she wanted to buy a cake for her granddaughters birthday but this guard wouldn't let her in seeing her clothing.

Reylah thought, 'I should fire this kind of useless guard' and apologised to the elderly woman for the inconvenience instead to express her sincere apology she decide to give her a cake for free.

The store had been running peaceful when a girl cane running into the shop and knocked over Reylah's bag. "Careful, Elizabeth! " Reylah nervously shouted.

The bags content spilled onto the floor like coffee and a very explicit item could be seen. A knife.

Elizabeth gasped, shocked, and ogled at the knife for a very long time before turning her head to Reylah to nervously question her, "Rey-Reylah, don't tell me you are the....serial killer?"

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"The biggest suspense of today's life is that you don't know who is 'praying' for you and who is 'playing' with you.

-Annonymous

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*-this is when Ryder is thinking back, just in case you guys are confusedd

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"Fate must be a real player

Cause somethings are too surprising to be mere coincidences."

-Subiya Hussain

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-Previously on Two Faced-

"This is the seventh murder happening and in the exact same manner."

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"She is crazy." Inspector Ryan commented.

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She gave her a free cake and wrapped her black coat around the elderly lady.

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The bag fell onto the floor and it's content were scattered among it a very clear and dangerous item could be seen. A knife.

"Don't.... Tell me t-that yo-you are the killer?" Her face was filled with horror.

-To be continued

* * *

The bakery was busy. Muffled, distant chattering could be heard. Reylah froze hearing Elizabeth's sudden question. She briefly stared at the knife on the floor before transmitting her deep gaze to Elizabeth.

"Yeah. I am." Reylah was now holding the knife underneath Elizabeth's chin.

"And there's something else you should know too...." Reylah spoke in a murderous tone.

"......Only the dead can keep secrets."

Elizabeth feigned cowardice but they both laughed afterwards.

"I'd actually have believed it if you weren't Reylah."

"Huh?" Reylah raised her eyebrow and gave her a questing look.

"Oh! Come on. You can't even bear to kill an ant let alone a human."

"By the way, why are you carrying such a big knife in your bag?" Elizabeth lifted up the knife and played with it.

"You shouldn't handle a knife like that. It could be dangerous. Hannah told me a knife was needed in the bakery."

"Oh, okay...?" Elizabeth said, half convinced.

"Liz, if we can achieve today's target I'll make you the red velvet cake." Reylah offered, she knew red velvet cake was her favourite.

Elizabeth eyes twinkled, "Really? Really?"

She hurried to work after Reylah nodded convincingly.

It was nearly 9:30 pm and they were both getting worn out.

"Hey! Where's my cake?" Elizabeth whined.

Reylah was holding a bin bag when she shouted, "Don't worry, I'll make it."

Perhaps it was because she wasn't fully paying attention to the door that she bumped into someone and the bin bag flew onto both of them. They landed on the floor, covered in waste.

"Oh, goodness! I am so sorry." She drawled and extended her hand to help.

"you!"

"you!"

Both parties exclaimed simultaneously, pointing there fingers at each other.

"What? Yes, me. Now.... can you help me?" The man was assessing his situation with a disgusted frown on his face.

"Ah! I'm so sorry. Here."

They helped themselves and Reylah cleaned the mess.

"I'm wondering is it a coincidence or fate that we have met?" The man smirked, looking amused.

Reylah was not please with this man flirting so openly, "Coincidences don't exist and I control my own fate."

"What about my fate?"

"Sir, listen I am really sorry for what happened before and now, if you came here with a relative objective please allow us to cater to your demand because we will be closing very soon." She looked at the clock watch on the pastel cream wall.

"Hmm... Before you compensated me with a pen but what about now...?" He began

to contemplate.

'Just why the he'll is he intent on becoming a damp nuisance.' Reylah fought the urge to spit such insult.

"..... Miss I haven't even gotten your nam-"

"Reylah." Her face was dominated by annoyance.

"Happy now? Then this way, please." Her hands pointed towards the door.

"Thanks but no thanks. I don't just want a name. I want to know you, beautiful lady." The man leaned closer to Reylah and whispered the last part.

Reylah was completely caught off guard, flustered she pushed him away and immediately denied.

"Well, I'll be waiting for you. My driver will pick you up." And he left.

"What the hell! I denied him! Fine. Let him wait."

Elizabeth and Reylah had closed the bakery after eating and taking full security measures.

"Darn it! OMG!" Elizabeth thrilled.

"What, did Zayn Malik get a new girlfriend?"

"What? Did he? Ouff, my stupid friend do you know whom you rejected just now?"

Reylah massaged her temples. 'Not again!'

"Um.. A very annoying and dumb man."

"Look." Elizabeth showed her phone in her face. "That was Ryder Chanler! He's family owns the largest shipping magnate in the world and he's the vice president of his family business. Also, when he came to London 4 years ago he established his own 7 - star hotel chains. There is also a recent report that he's hotels will join the Romano International hotel chains worldwide in a collaboration. This means he will be hitting the 100 self made billionaire as well as 500 rich heir list on the Forbes magazine list." She took a deep breath as she finished her vent up frustration and admiration.

"Exactly." Reylah firmly stated, looking deep into her eyes.

"What?!"

"Listen, Elizabeth. I don't want to get caught in the wealthy and Influential people's world; I am not fit for it and will never be. They maybe handsome, rich and whatever... But I will not agree...." She trailed off, moving her gaze to the surrounding.

"... Because I have a different agenda."

Reylah sighed heavily as she entered her house and sat on the sofa to watch TV.

"Ahhh!" Pretended painful cries of a woman could be heard.

"Oh, My Lord. My back is aching again so badly." The woman groaned, pressing her hand against her waist.

"Oh! I'm the only one that works and works. Of course, you would watch dramas just cause you've done some work." Her sarcastic remarks were boldly directed at Reylah.

" Sister-in-law, what happened?" Reylah asked, worried. She took the ironing clothes from Hannahs grasp and held it.

"Oh, no. You just sit and watch your serial dramas."

"Mom!" A child was storming down the stairs angrily.

"What are you talking about? Watch serial dramas? Ha!" He snorted.

"Jay, what are you doing?" Reylah put down the clothes.

"I mean to say why waste electricity on TV when we already have a live drama going on at home everyday, thanks to you dear mother~" Jay mocked.

"Jay!" Hannah was stunned.

"What do you think your saying?" Reylah was very disappointed.

Jay did not feel the slightest guilt about his mother rather he said, "What? Please, Aunt you don't have to tolerate mom's antics all the time. Just be Co finest and speak up for your self. Pleas-"

"What is going on here?" A manly and deep voice surprised everyone.

Their heads shot towards the source of the voice.

"Dad."

"Brother."

"Husband."

They all stated their affirmed relationship to the fourth party.

"Alright, Jay I will deal with this. Now I want you on your best behaviour and go upstairs to prepare for your upcoming exam. No slacking off, I will be testing you." Jay's father, William strictly instructed him.

William watched his son go upstairs, he took off his jacket and placed hus bag on the counter.

"Brother, how are you?" Reylah greeted her brother happily with tight hug.

He smiled and turned his head to his wife, Hannah. "Bring me a cup of water, I am tired."

"From now onwards, I do not want any arguments or Tom and Jerry fights in the house. Both of you." He placed his finished glass on the table and walked upstairs to his room.

The two ladies were obediently listening to him and immediately nodded their head in approval. He was the head of this house; none dared disobey him.

* * *

Further investigation was carried out. Police and governmental detectives were sent to inspect the primary crime source: The King's Hotel.

"Sir, Welcome."

Every employee of the Hotel lined up opposite another line of employees as Inspector Ryan skimmed through them.

"I want the statistic data of of the entire day yesterday. Also, I am touring through the hotel. Don't follow me."

The employees standing relieved a heavy sigh of relief.

"Hey! Bryan. You look really nervous and you were sweating profusely, c'mon. It wasn't that scary." One of the employee patted his friend strongly on his shoulder.

"I'm... N-nothing. Forget it." Bryan hesitated and stammered.

"Huh? What is wrong. Tell me, you seem really worried. I maybe able to help you."

"No... nothing...Si-Simon."

Simon eyed him and confronted his gaze with his, assuring him confirmation.

"W-well, that day.. when the murder...ha-happened I was on the 30th floor on duty...."

His gaze avoided Simon and looked anywhere, ".....I think... May be.. No! I bumped into a woman dressed in black coming out of the room where... The murder happened." He finished his confession with great difficulty. His heart was pounding crazily.

Simon had not expected this but still suggested, "You should go to the police and tell them anything you know. This could help them solve the murder case."

"What? You want me to go to the police? No way, I won't go. They will drag me into this case and I will have to go to the police station countless times. What if that killer comes after me? I don't want to die yet." He brushed Simon's hand and nervously walked away.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Inspector Ryan answered to the phone in his pocket. "Hello, Caitlyn. I am currently examining the shops in the hotel. Nothing seems suspicious, she's indeed meticulous."

"Sir, I don't understand why you think that the serial killer is a woman?" A soft, serious voice raked through the signals.

"Because, I just know."

"Whatever. I ran the database and the analysis shows she was earlier in a bar before she checked in the hotel."

"How could that be? The hotel room was already prepared hours before and the system diagnosed loaded." He moved forward to a table with red roses.

"It seems someone was waiting for her but left. He/she might not have checked out when our victim came into the same room. Also, this victim like previous others was engaged to a middle-class man."

Inspector Ryan was playing with a pound coin

when hid sharp sight caught a man acting suspicious behind him. "I'll call later." He reached has voice to a constable and told him to fetch the man behind him.

A beautiful, romantic melody was being played in the background.

The lights were dim and glowed softly red.

A table was clothed white with a red strip contrasting In the middle whilst red roses staged in the vase.

And a devilishly handsome man was lonely seated in a seat.

A perfect romantic ambience with a tinge of heartbreak.

"Everything is ready, sir." The exact same man informed who had been earlier with Ryder at the car incident.

"What do you think, she'll like it?" The familiar voice echoed. It was Ryder.

"Of course, sir. Girls like these type of romantic stuff."

Ryder smiled, feeling content and sat up, straitened his tie and watch then reached out to his phone. "Cancel the Germany flight and The meeting as well."

At the other end of the call a shrieked voice called out, "But.. B - but sir this.."

"No if's and but's. This is more important to me than the Germany collaboration." He snapped angrily.

"Tell the driver to pick her up at sharp 10." Ryder embraced his hands into his jeans pockets.

* * *

"Oh! Hot Spicy Sugar!" A woman was holding a spatula in her hands, jumping from place to place.

"Ugh! We have another stupid, annoying, dumb, ugly, fat mouse in the house." She spat her heartfelt feeling with venom.

It was Reylah.

"Aunt, we shouldn't be intellect or looks or fat shaming especially those adorable cuities." A boy was walking down the stairs careless as he drawled his words.

"Jay! How are they cute! They are inanimal!"

"Inanimal... ? Nice. I just learned a new word!" Jay happily leaped onto the sofa and switched the TV on, completely ignoring his aunts struggles.

"The police and government security have been catching up to the new serial killer."

All attention was on the Television now. Jay particularly liked such news.

"We have been told that the killer is suspected to be a woman and not a man. As well as that her targets are all engaged people."

"Turn off the TV. It isn't good." Reylah said as she put the spatula back on to the kitchen.

"Why not?" Someone was coming down the stairs.

"Hannah, I need help in the kitchen."

"Oh, I am so tired. My backbones has been aching since morning." She sat on the sofa opposite Jay and closed her eyes.

Reylah wanted to say something but swallowed her words and continued.

Jay came forth and offered help. They were working till 9 o'clock, everything was perfectly finished. From the two couple dishes to a sweet desert and a freshly made guava juice.

As usual dinner was served and peacefully eaten since Reylah's brother was there.

The door bell rang and Will aim rose from his seat to answer the door. He frowned his brows in confusion upon seeing a strange man at the door.

"Who are you?"

"I am..."

"Brother! Who is it?" Reylah's voice reached before the man could say anything, now standing beside her brother.

She was also shocked to see a strange man, 'Who is he' she thought.

The man spoke, "Hello, I am sent by Mr Ryder Chanler to pickup Miss Adams for their date."

Reylah wanted to snap his neck and shut him up forever, now what will happen?

"Ryder...? As in The famous business tycoon Ryder chanler?" Hannah was also interested.

He nodded and added, "I am the driver and will be picking up Miss Reylah but please rest

assured that she will return and sound."

William turned to Reylah, "Is he your boyfriend? ... Date?"

Reylah smiled, "Brother, I'll be back."

"Alright but enjoy your time." He patted her head and closed the door after saying goodbye. He was happy to know that his sister would now have someone else care and love for her. Of course, he didn't want to ever let go his sister but she had to eventually find happiness.

The car was driving at a steady pace and Reylah was watching the night view outside, it was truly busy.

"Where are we going?" Reylah asked.

"To the Star's Restaurant." The driver spoke.

'What? But that's so near to the other hotel where the accident had happened!' She thought. She was scared and anxious.

"Can we drop off here, it's no that far from Restaurant." Reylah insisted but the driver declined. When they reached a substantial amount of distant to the restaurant, Reylah insisted that she wanted to give him a surprise thus she was able to get off the car.

She wanted to go home.

* * *

The police enquiry had started, they were all surrounding the service boy in the hotel.

He was profusely sweating, Inspector Ryan suddenly received a phone call and went away; the rest of the team were distracted, seeing the opportunity he ran away. He couldn't afford to get caught in a police affair, it was too risky.

He was running and running without a proper destination whilst the police caught up with him.

He halted when a woman came in front of him. His expression was deadly, sufficated, as though he wanted to cry and hide in the smallest corner possible.

He had come across the exact same woman who he had seen the other day in the hotel.

Inspector Ryan was informed of the recent turn about of events and immediately ordered men to find him. 'He must definitely keep ow something.' He thought

In a cold, abandoned and small warehouse, a man was tied to the floor with duct tape Covering his mouth too.

He mumbled, "Mom mm mm. .. ffrrnfnmddmd."

A woman's sharp footsteps could be heard and she was dangerously playing with a knife.

"Shhhhhh.... Don't." She warned.

"Please.. Ple-please let me go. I... I w-won't tell any.. anyone... Please..." He pleaded with tears rolling down his haggard face.

However, the woman ignored his pleas and cries, "Only the dead can keep secrets."

The dagger aimed the center of his heart and was twisted ruthlessly.

Blood splattered on to the knife and both figures bodies.

Soon the killer was gone after erasing all evidence.

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Ryder had been paitently waiting in the restaurant for the past hour but Reylah was now where to be seen

"Where is she?" He looked at his watch and realised it was now 11:15 PM.

'Did she go trick the driver and go home?' He thought.

A smirk pulled up on his perfect face and he entered into his bugatti.

A lonely, drenched girl was passing through the road, as though she were lost.

Ryder watched her from his car and came out to hold her waist. He had been waiting for her yet she was here all along.

Her until reaction was shock, surprise upon seeing him so unexpectedly but she gathered herself to say, "I am... sorry."

Ryder donned a playful smirk, "what for?"

"For.. For- Because- well I was coming but something urgent came up and I had to do that."

He placed a finger on her lips and replied, "Shhhhhh... Don't say sorry and reduce the grace of wait." they were looking deeply at each other.

"By the way, you had all the rights. You must've had something important...." He trailed off and pulled her closer.

"...Which is why I was waiting for you."

Reylah was flustered by his sudden understanding and weird words.

For a brief moment, they were staring at each other intensely as though studying the others soul before Reylah spoke, "I do need to say sorry. I am sorry, Ryder. I know you come from a good background and you yourself are very successful and good looking but.... I am not the right girl for you.... you are making a mistake."

Ryder leaned his head closer until their for heads were touching, "If this is a mistake... then it's a very beautiful mistake."

Reylah nartowed her eyes and settled, "What do you know about me?"

"Nothing. But I want to know."

"Well, you won't be delighted to know me."

Tension arose, "I know where my happiness lies." Ryder comforted.

Suddenly thunder and lightning roared and Reylah jolted into Ryder embrace. She had always been afraid of lightning and Ryder happily embraced his arms around her.

They stayed still until Reylah pushed him away to see a content Ryder, "I am so sorry."

He was still smiling.

"Ryder! Why don't you understand? I am not interested in you."

She turned away as she said, "Goodbye."

Ryder was still standing, drenched in the rain, smirking, "But I am... very."

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"Sometimes we are in the perfect place at the perfect time."

-Anonymous

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