Liza, the Thompson grandmother, sat down beside Azazel on the plush, cream-colored couch in their beautifully decorated living room. The warm glow of the afternoon sun streaming through the large windows highlighted the elegant furnishings and vibrant artwork adorning the walls. Azazel, engrossed in his PlayStation game, didn't notice his grandmother's concerned expression.
"It has been days already; did you know where your brother went?" Liza asked, her voice laced with worry.
Azazel, still focused on his game, replied, "Oh, you know, maybe he's in one of his houses. I don't know where he is exactly." He expertly navigated the virtual world of "Assassin's Creed," his thumbs moving swiftly over the controller.
Liza's brow furrowed, her expression a mixture of concern and frustration. "Hm, this son of mine is giving me a hard time, all about marriage, ohh." She shook her head, her silver hair glistening in the sunlight.
Azazel, sensing something was amiss, asked, "Grandma, why do I smell something fishy?" He paused his game, looking at his grandmother with a hint of curiosity.
Liza feigned innocence. "No, I smell nothing." She gently tapped his shoulders to gain his attention, her eyes sparkling with a knowing glint.
Azazel turned around, looking at his grandmother with a mixture of amusement and understanding. "This is it. It has arrived," he said, a sly smile spreading across his face.
"Yes, grandmother?" Azazel replied, his eyes locked onto hers.
Liza's expression turned serious. "Why not check all your brother's houses? I'm sure he'll be in one of them, you know." She looked at Azazel expectantly, assuming he would readily agree.
However, to her surprise, Azazel shook his head. ' Just as expected,' he thought to himself, his smile growing wider.
"Grandma, let him have his time. I'm sure he'll come back himself when he misses us," Azazel said, turning his head away, still smiling. He resumed his game, the sounds of ancient battles and clashing steel filling the room.
Liza's brow furrowed deeper, her upper lip curling upward, almost touching the tip of her nose. Her eyes narrowed, a mixture of concern and determination etched on her face.
Liza stood up and walked away, muttering, "Hmm." As she sighed in tiredness.
Azazel continued to wonder where his brother was. "Beautiful Liza, but she's troublesome. Where could Brother be? He's never taken this long to come back before, especially not over something like this, which isn't even the first time it's happened."
Days had passed since Rachel and her parents visited Steve, successfully manipulating him with their cunning and beautiful daughter. Logan's answer, of course, was yes, as Rachel had told him he slept with her.
One morning, after meeting Julie at his apartment, someone's cries woke Logan from his deep slumber.
THAT MORNING...
Rachel sniffled, holding the bedsheets close to her chest as tears rolled down her face, soaking the sheets. "Excuse me," Logan said, quickly getting out of bed, but he fell flat on the side of the bed. He hastily stood up, forgetting he was naked, and walked closer to Rachel.
Logan was stunned by the sight of Rachel's bare back as she sat crying on the edge of his bed. He looked at her, unsure of what to say.
"Hey," Logan muttered, summoning the courage to reach out and touch her shoulders. But just as his hand was inches from her, Rachel moved backward, afraid, still in tears.
"Don't touch me," Rachel said abruptly cowardly, and sniffled her voice came out half shouting.
Logan blinked, surprised to see Rachel in his room, naked. "Wait, Rachel," he said, his mind racing. "Oh my god, I hope I didn't do anything wrong," he thought to himself, realizing the implications of the situation.
Because he couldn't think otherwise, given what he saw in his bedroom that morning. "Yes, that's me. Now, have you remembered what you've done, since you remember my name?" Rachel said, raising her head and looking at him with hatred in her eyes. Her voice was laced with venom, and her gaze pierced through Logan like a dagger.
And looking at her, Logan was shocked to his core. The air seemed to thicken, and the room grew quieter, as if the very atmosphere was heavy with anticipation.
"What did you mean by what I have done?" Logan questioned, his voice barely above a whisper, after getting out of the shock. But before he could completely process the situation, Rachel's hand flew across his face, leaving a stinging sensation. The air dropped to freezing point, and everything went silent.
"How dare you say you don't remember?" Rachel's voice trembled, and a stream of tears ran down her cheeks like a river. Her body shook uncontrollably, and her sobs echoed through the room.
Logan's eyes widened in horror as he stared at Rachel's distraught face. "Wha–what have I done?" he urged, looking at her with wide eyes, wanting to know what he had done, but fearing the worst.
Hearing him, Rachel's emotions reached a boiling point, and she started crying even harder. Her tears doubled, and now two streams of tears flowed from both eyes, making it seem like four rivers of sorrow. She cried loudly, her wails echoing through the room.
"Wait, Rachel, stop crying. If you keep crying, I won't be able to know what happened, okay? So please tell me, okay," Logan said, kneeling in front of her, his eyes pleading for answers. But he quickly got up and sat beside her on the bed, remembering he was naked. He slowly stretched his hand, pulled the sheets over his legs, and covered himself.
Sitting beside her, Logan slowly reached out and gently placed his hand on her shoulders. "Please tell me," he said, his voice filled with concern and empathy.
Rachel's cunningness was evident in the way she manipulated the situation. She had carefully crafted her act, using her tears and vulnerability to control the narrative. Her eyes, red-rimmed from crying, slowly raised, and she looked at Logan with a mixture of sadness and accusation.
"Hmph," Rachel sniffled, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes, full of tears, seemed to bore into Logan's soul, making him feel guilty and responsible for her pain.
As Logan looked into Rachel's eyes, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt and regret. He knew he had to tread carefully, or risk facing the full force of Rachel's wrath.
Little did he know, he was already trapped in her web of deceit, and it would take a lot to escape unscathed.
"You take me to bed yesterday can't you remember for god seck you didn't asked my permission you just forcefully do it," Rachel said with a sniffed as she immediately continue crying and acting remorseful over what happened.
Logan froze, unsure of what to say, as his worst fears were confirmed. After minutes of silence, Logan slowly hugged her, circling his arms around her waist to console Rachel.
"It's okay, stop crying. We'll find a solution. Don't worry, no one will know about this. Okay, calm down, please," Logan said, trying to console her. As Rachel hugged him, a smile of victory spread across her lips. She slowly calmed down and fell asleep on his shoulders.
Back to the present. In front of a movie theater, a car came to a halt, and Logan stepped out with Rachel. After handing the valet the keys, they walked into the theater hand in hand. The bright lights and bustling atmosphere of the theater seemed to lift Rachel's spirits.
"It's our first date, Logan," Rachel said, looking up at Logan with love. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and her smile could light up the entire theater.
"Yes, and that's all thanks to you, right?" Logan replied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear lovingly. He couldn't help but notice how beautiful Rachel looked in the dim light of the theater.
"No, it's all thanks to you, because if you didn't say yes, we wouldn't be here," Rachel said, shaking her head with a small smile. Her voice was barely above a whisper, but it sent shivers down Logan's spine.
"Okay, but deep down, I know it's because of you, my dear," Logan said lovingly. He squeezed her hand gently, and Rachel's smile grew wider.
"You've already bought the tickets," Rachel asked, just as someone stopped in front of them and handed Logan the tickets.
"Yeah," Logan said simply, nodding his head in appreciation. "Thanks."
Rachel snuggled her head into his chest. "You wouldn't want me to wait in line, right?" Her voice was muffled against his chest, but Logan could sense the amusement in her tone.
Logan moved backward, slightly uncomfortable. "Ehem, Rachel, people are looking at us, you know."
Hearing Rachel smiled, her eyes warm looking at him "Hmm."
Seeing how she is looking at him Logan raised an eyebrow and asked "Why are you smiling?"
"Are you shy?"Rachel asked back instead of answering him.
Logan's eyes widened in surprise. 'Seriously, what a dumb girl, thinking I'm shy. You're beautiful but dumb, and that's what I want in you, Rachel. Soon you'll know who the real you wants to fall into your trap,' Logan thought to himself, maintaining a small smile.
"It's just that we're in public, so of course, it's not good," Logan said, looking at Rachel with a hint of embarrassment.
Rachel's smile grew. "Aha, you're embarrassed. I know."
Logan intertwined their hands, taking Rachel by surprise. A smile spread across her face, thinking she had gotten him right where she wanted.
Because Rachel wanted Logan to fall deeply in love with her, so much that he would offend anyone for her sake.
"Yeah, you're right," Rachel said, and Logan led the way to the cinema room.
As they walked, the sound of chatter and laughter filled the air. The smell of popcorn wafted through the hallway, making Rachel's stomach growl with hunger.
"Let's get some snacks," Logan suggested, reading Rachel's mind.
Rachel nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, please. And Logan smiled and led her to the concession stand.
Meanwhile in the north mansion Roman walked toward the bedside, asking, "What's that?" With a small frown.