Chapter 3 Chapter 3

~Owen~

"What...what do you mean, boss? Are you letting her go ahead with the scandal? Are you letting her father go unpunished?”

I scoffed. I knew the best ways to deal with my preys. "Letting the Walkers go is like letting the cheat slip through the cracks. The scandal will happen, but let's see who this is going to turn out to be in his favor."

Melvin's brows shot together as he tried to pinpoint what I meant.

"Let me have the location," I ordered.

Melvin brows etched in surprise as he barely tempered his tension. “There is no way you‘re going there yourself.”

“The location, Melvin.”

“Sure…sure. No one in this world surprises me more than you do, boss.” He quizzed.

"Haven hotel. 340 Sand Hill. Time 9 pm. Room 1001. She had also planned to record the scene and put up the video as a leaked video later." Instantly, he gave all the information to me.

"Interesting," I muttered, processing the information.

"Let's see who enjoys this game more." I mused.

"Bring the maid to clean the mess on the floor. I'll be home late." I ordered, flipping off the half piece of clothing keeping the rest of his skin covered as Melvin almost snapped out of reality.

"What are you still waiting for?" I glared at him.

"I ... Sorry… I will go get the maid now. Do enjoy the rest of your evening." He hushed. This time, he didn’t scream I was indeed a god of beauty. Instead, he flipped his tongue over his lips as if to wet my body with it. He turned, rushing out of the door.

I sighed, snatching my gray shirt from the dresser. This was not one of the good days to pay attention to him. He sure would have gotten a piece from me.

Now, dressed with shirt unbuttoned at the collar, it peeked out from beneath the long, dark jacket slumped casually over my shoulders, sleeves dangling empty like limp wings.

My trousers, a matching dark hue, broke neatly at the ankles, revealing scuffed leather shoes.

I wore back my face. The face with a haunting scar. The face that made people call me a horrifying human.

Time checked. A few hours to 9 pm.

It was time to have some more fun playing with my prey.

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Haven Hotel, room 1001.

The door creaked open.

Swiftly, I shifted my gaze away from the space to the man stepping into the room. I kept my eyes on him, watching as he shrugged off his jacket, tossed it onto the bed, and headed for the bathroom.

Halfway there, something, perhaps instinct made him pause.

He turned, his eyes now locking onto my figure seated calmly by the open window, half-draped in darkness.

He froze, nearly jumping out of his own skin.

I could see dread wrap around him as he shivered from where he stood. He must be desperately wishing the ground to open and swallow him whole rather than have a man with a horrifying scar on his face stare back at him.

Immediately, he rushed backwards, fumbling until his hands grasped the door handle. His eyes widened in terror as he pointed at me with trembling fingers. "Who are you?" He demanded, frantically fishing his phone from his pocket, probably, to confirm the room number.

Perhaps seeing he was in the right room, he shouted, "I'm asking, who the hell are you and how did you get in here?" He demanded again. Then, suddenly he paused, rolling his eyes to the side. A shock on his face.

"It's up to a hundred feet down from here. Don't tell me you got in through the window. Unless..."

He didn't get to finish as I slid my hair backwards and began advancing towards him.

"I should be the one asking who you are," I said calmly, my voice smooth and deliberate. "But since you bit me to it, I accept being the gentleman first." At this point, I watched him twist the doorknob, however, it didn't bulge.

My lips drew into an amused glint, watching as fear rooted him to the spot, perhaps wondering what I had done to stop the door from opening.

"I'm sure you've heard about me before." I continued, now stopping right in front of him. "However, have not seen my face." Hovering up to 2 feet above the man, I crouched slowly until his eye level. With my fingers, I tipped his face up to look right into my face.

"How dare you want to mess with the woman of Owen Vitmoz?" I questioned, the sound of my voice instilling coldness in his body. I’m sure this time, he would wish he possessed the powers to disappear.

“It’s you… Owen Vitmoz. The man with the scared face. The man whom no man dares to cross. What… what kind of hell have I walked into?” He cried.

“My hell indeed” I chuckled, letting my fingers play with his jaw. “She must have promised you that no one would find out about what you two were about to do.

Tsk. You had believed in her words thinking of the huge amount of money you would receive. Turned out the plan is about to destroy you”

I could see the tears in his eyes. This time he must be questioning what reason she had to do this to him? He would have continued to live his innocent life if he had not been invited to do this in the first place.

And now he was encountering this dangerous man.

"I...I have nothing to do with your fiancée, Sir." He stammered desperately to save his innocent life. "I don't even know who she is. I believe I'm in the wrong room. She's not the woman I was supposed to meet."

"I see," I drooled, nodding thoughtfully. “I’m sure the lie tastes bitter in your mouth, hoping I would believe you.” I laughed, a creepy laughter as I watched him getting drenched by his own sweat. "Let me say I believe you."

Hope flickered across his face only to die instantly as I continued.

"However, Owen Vitmoz doesn’t hate it when men try to play the game ahead of him. In fact…" I let my smile deepen. "He enjoys it most when they try to touch what belongs to him."

I could feel his soul abandoning him.