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

We got into the car and I saw Agustin signal Kane and few of his other bodyguards to follow us in another car. 


I was looking out of the car window, lost in my own thoughts when Agustin cleared his throat, gaining my attention. 


Whenever he does that it means he is looking for ways to initiate a conversation, so I looked at him, waiting for him to say something. 


"Do you believe in God?" He asked, his eyes still trained on the road forward, as if afraid to make any eye contact. 


Where did that come from, I wonder. What is going in his head these days. 


"You already know, I do." I said, masking my surprise. 


"No, I mean do you still believe in God?" He put emphasis on the word still. 


Chapter-50