Agustin DeLuca looked at the photos infront of him, rage burning through his veins, as he watched his wife in someone else's arms.
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He was one of the most renowned businessman of the country, know for his ruthlessnes and arrogance. He prided himself for being good at reading people like an open book, he thought nothing goes unseen from his scrutinizing eyes, yet the irony, he couldn't see the truth of his own wife when innocence was written all over her face, vulnerability swirling in her doe eyes, silently begging for him to believe her.

He lost everything that mattered to him two years back, because he chose to trust the wrong person, but now that he knows the truth, there is nothing he won't do to get her back, nothing.

'Get ready Onika DeLuca , I am coming,'  he said to himself, determination shining in his orbs, holding a dark promise.
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"I promise you, the face I remember before dying will be yours, the last thing I will wish to see will be you, whether it is today, tomorrow or fifty years from now.It will always be you, Onika".

-Agustin DeLuca.
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Grieving Hearts

"Come in." Came his irritated voice. He indeed is not in a good mood. God knows what is to come about. 


And what I saw was, he was throwing some papers on one of my colleague's face. 


"Collect those craps and get the hell out of here." Agustin shouted at him and he immediately collected the paper and hurried out of his cabin while giving me a sympathetic look as if wishing me luck. 


When Agustin finally looked at me his eyes softened and he gave me a small smile as if all his bad mood disappeared in the thin air. "please have a seat." he said, his tone gentle suddenly. 'Please' have I heard him right? I can't believe my ears. 


I proceeded towards the seat with shaky legs. What the fuck is wrong with me? I don't need to fear him. I didn't even do anything wrong. Then again when had I ever done anything wrong to Agustin. 


Chapter-25