Soraya and her mother's argument was halted when a maid came to report that she have a guest. Curious, Soraya goes to check who it was and her expression turned for the worse when she saw that tall and handsome man holding a bouquet of roses. It was none other than Ivan Osman.
"What is Mr Osman doing here in my house. It seemed like l wasn't very clear on our last meeting. You are not welcome in my life so get out now" she uttered coldly. Not bothering to be polite at all.
Instead of being offended by her rude remark, Ivan smiled at her,"These are 99th roses to express my feelings for you. I know you don't like me now but I'm confident that we can get along well if you give me a chance. After all we're going to be married in the future".He said, offering her the roses.
Lips tightly pursed and fist clenched, Soraya looked at him hatefully. She took the flowers much to Ivan's delight.
"If you're deaf then listen up close to me, I don't like you and I never will. You think you can marry me? Well then keep dreaming, you bastard". She said harshly. She threw the roses away to the ground and walked away. Ivan watched her proud departing back with a distant smile.
"The more you try to distance yourself from me, the more you make me want to have you at all cost. Soraya Palanca, the harder you are to get, the more you ought to be mine" Ivan thought.
At a guarded warehouse, Harry looked on coldly at the gardener who was lying face down on the ground trembling with fright.
"Sir please forgive me. I didn't know that you were riding a horse". He cried, apologizing profusely. Kowtowing over and over but Harry remained unmoved. He was on his way to leave the city via train when a group of men in black intercepted and kidnapped him. He was brought into this place and had been fearful since.
"I'll give you a chance to explain to me how a poor gardener like yourself was able to have five hundred thousand dollars in a such a short period of three days"
Hearing the words of Harry, the gardener's eyes widen in terror. He has been found out. He fumbled to get his way out by blabbering lies that his distant cousin send it to him but he wasn't even convincing enough to believe it himself.
Harry raised an eyebrow and nodded. "It seems like you want to be one foot in the grave before you feel scared. Good".He stood up and motioned for the guards to apprehend the gardener.
"Since he doesn't want to talk then break every bone in his body, cut the tendon in his hands and cut off his tongue. You can then leave him to go". Harry uttered such ruthless words with a calm face and turned to leave.
Terrified, the gardener started to struggle and plead for mercy, shouting,"Sir please spare my life. I'm innocent. It was Madame Sasha who ordered to fire the gun". He finally confessed. Harry's expression became even more ruthless. He thought as much. It was still Her at the end. He left without retracting his words, leaving the gardener to face a dreadful end.
It was late at night when Sasha arrived home and was surprised at first when a maid informed her that Harry was waiting for her in her room. Her eyes light up with happiness and she quickly strode to her room. She beamed with joy when she saw that Harry was really sitting patiently in her room.
"Hubby, you are here?. You're finally willing to come see me., I'm so happy"She said, running to embrace him tight but before she could enjoy the feeling of being her lover's arms, Harry pushed her away from him, startling her. He grabbed her by the throat and pushed her hard against the wall. Sasha whimpered in pain and struggle to break free. Harry's eyes were red with murderous intent as he tighten his grip on her fragile neck." Let..let go. You're hurting me" She struggled to speak.
"You're hurting?. This is nothing compared to what you did to her. You don't deserve to live after you try to take her life". Harry said coldly. Sasha's eyes widen in horror. Her fear has come true. He really did found out that she had something to do with the accident. Harry tightened his grip on her neck.
He really intended to kill her as he watched her eyes dilated and life slowly drift away from her body. Only then did he let go of her. Sasha slid down to the ground, coughing violently as she gulped mouthful of air.
Tears fell down her eyes as she raised her head to looked at Harry. Her heart felt like it was being sliced with a blunt knife, hurting like hell as she watched him coldly wiped his hands with a handkerchief and threw it away with disgust. He was clearly telling her that she was nothing more than a filthy thrash. "You wanted to kill me because of that woman?. Harry, your heart is really too cold".She laughed at her miserable state.
With his hands behind his back, Harry said, "I'm only letting you off because of your grandfather. This is the last". He walked away from there. Sasha's eyes were red with bone chilling hatred."Reina Lyle. I'll make sure you die a horrible death".She vowed.