Caesar's jaw clenched at your question, his expression darkening. Yes, it was what his parents wanted. It was the "perfect match", the one that made sense financially and politically.
"You think I have a damn choice in this matter?" he growled, his voice low and frustrated. "My parents made the decision to get me engaged to her. I was just doing what I was damn well expected to do."
Evy:"You still haven't answered-why did your own parents want this engagement in the first place?"
Caesar let out a frustrated grumble as you called him out on dodging your question. He knew he had been avoiding it, but admitting the truth made the whole situation feel even more infuriating.
"Because they believe it's what's best for the family," he finally grumbled, his voice bitter. "Because they've always been obsessed with power and status, and this goddamn engagement is just another step in their plan to ensure our family's position and influence. And I was the damn unlucky bastard who got drafted into it."
Evy:"But it all fell apart because of your major misstep "
Caesar's jaw clenched even tighter at your comment. He knew damn well he had messed up, and the reminder only served to fuel his frustration further. He let out a scoff in response, his voice harsh and biting.
"Yeah, thanks for that, Sherlock. I'm damn aware I've made a huge mistake. You don't need to rub it in my damn face."
Evy:"Did the two knew about this?"
Caesar huffed, his expression growing irritable at your question. He knew exactly who you were talking about. Jonah and Benjamin knew damn well about the engagement, mostly because he had vented to them multiple times about it.
"Yeah, they goddamn know," he muttered. "They've heard me complain about it more times than I can count. Why?"
Evy:"What's their opinion of this?
Caesar grimaced, his expression growing even more annoyed. He let out a grumble before replying, his voice bitter.
"It's exactly what you'd expect. They think it's a damn mistake. Jonah and Benjamin have both been telling me that I should just call it off already, that I don't have to go through with it just because my parents told me to. But they don't get it, damn it."
Evy:"Why didn't you? Why didn't your parents get to you and Sophia in the beginning?"
Caesar let out a bitter scoff, his expression hardening. It was a damn good question, and one that frustrated the hell out of him, too. He clenched his jaw before responding, his voice laced with frustration and anger.
"Because she's their perfect ideal. She's all sweetness and light on the outside, with her damn charity work and her perfect smile. She's the perfect damn match for the image they want to project. Damn good reputation, damn good lineage, and damn good looks. It's sickening."
Evy:"Why through me though? They could've just ask her parents to get you guys engaged?"
Caesar's eyes narrowed at your question, his expression darkening further. He knew the answer, and it only served to fuel his frustration further. He let out a scoff, his voice bitter and resentful.
"Because my parents are goddamn selfish and power-hungry, that's why. They saw the damn opportunity to merge our family's power and influence through this cursed engagement. They don't damn well care about me or what I want. It's all just a goddamn power game to them, and I'm just a goddamn pawn."
Evy:"Did the two and my parents knew?"
Caesar let out a bitter scoff, his hand gripping the edge of the bed as you continued to press him on the subject. This was already an uncomfortable topic, but your questions only opened old wounds.
"Yes, they damn well knew," he grumbled, his voice bitter. "Your parents were eager to get their pretty princess engaged to the son of the richest family in the city. It was a damn good opportunity for them, too, just like my damn parents. They don't give a damn about us. All they care about is the damn power and influence this engagement brings."
Evy:"What about Jonah and Benjamin? Why did they play along in this farce with you?"
Caesar's lips curled into a bitter sneer as you mentioned Jonah and Benjamin. He knew exactly why they had agreed to go along with the damn farce. They had their own reasons, their own damn motivations.
"Jonah and Benjamin..." he grumbled, his voice laced with bitterness. "They went along with it because they're damn loyal idiots. They don't know what's best for me, but they still support me anyways. They just... want to help me, even if it's in the damn stupidest way possible."
Evy:"Alright... Let's go fake our deaths"
Caesar's confusion gave way to disbelief as you suddenly changed the topic. He shot you a look, his expression one of bewilderment.
"Wait, what the hell do you mean, go on a fake death scene?" he asked, blinking in dumbfounded surprise.
Evy:"Let's fake our deaths and have the other two help us!"
Caesar's confusion only grew at your suggestion. He stared at you in shock, his mind struggling to process the sheer madness of what you were proposing.
"Are you... are you serious?" he asked, his voice filled with disbelief. "You want us to fake our damn deaths?"
Evy:"Think about it! If we fake our deaths and run away from them, we could finally live happily-just the two of us."
Caesar's brain kicked into high gear, processing your suggestion. As crazy as it sounded, a part of him couldn't help but be intrigued. A part of him couldn't help the tiny spark of excitement that flared up in his chest at the thought.
"You... you're goddamn insane," he murmured, his tone a mix of disbelief and reluctant intrigue. "Are you seriously suggesting that we pretend to DIE? Just to get away from all of this bullshit?"
Evy:"Yeah, I don't want to be someone's puppet. So... Are you with me, my fiance?"
Caesar's mind whirled, the thrill of disobedience warring with his logical side. But the more he thought about it, the more the idea of freedom and escape appealed to him. A part of him was sick of being a damn puppet too. He clenched his jaw, his voice resolute.
"Yeah... yeah, I'm in," he replied, his eyes meeting yours, filled with a mix of trepidation and determination. "I'm in, sweetheart. We'll do it."
Evy:"Let's wait for the other two-then we'll plan our fake deaths together!"
Caesar nodded in agreement, a small spark of excitement in his eyes. He couldn't believe he was going along with her crazy plan, but something deep within him was starting to get a thrill from the idea of it all.
"Alright," he agreed, a determined gleam in his eyes. "We'll wait for Jonah and Benjamin and start planning this damn fake death. Let's make it damn convincing and then get the hell out of here, sweetheart."
Evy:"Yeah!"
Caesar couldn't help but smirk as you sealed the deal with a playful kiss. Your boldness and determination were downright alluring, and it only fueled his own excitement.
"You're really something else, you know that?" he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of admiration and disbelief. "You're crazy damn bold, sweetheart."
Evy:"Hehe~"
Caesar shook his head slightly, a chuckle slipping from his lips at your carefree response. You were damn unpredictable, that was for sure. He found himself unable to help but be drawn to her recklessness.
"You're going to be the damn death of me, you little minx," he muttered, his voice laced with affection and playful annoyance.
Evy:"Let's wait for the other two-then we'll plan our fake deaths together!"
Just as she called out, the door opened, and Benjamin and Jonah entered the room, their voices filled with exhaustion and relief.
"Finally done," Benjamin sighed, running a hand through his hair. "The damn meeting took forever. Those clients were relentless..."
Jonah let out a chuckle, his nonchalant demeanor never faltering. He leaned against the wall, folding his arms across his chest, while Benjamin slumped into a nearby chair, clearly worn out from the demanding meeting
"Yeah, those clients were a real pain in the ass," Jonah said, a slight grin forming on his face. "I swear they had a million damn questions for us. But we managed to close the deal in the end."
Evy:"What kind of deal?"
Benjamin chuckled, a weary but victorious smile on his face. He leaned back in his chair, rubbing a hand over his face.
"It was a potential investment deal," he explained, his voice laced with weariness. "A new client from overseas wanted us to invest in their project, and we spent the last several hours negotiating the details and hammering out the terms. It was damn grueling, but in the end, we managed to close the deal, and it's a good one for the company."
Evy:"As expected of you two. No wonder my parents chose you to be the director and vice president of our company."
Both Benjamin and Jonah chuckled at your comment, their exhausted expressions giving way to a hint of pride. Jonah pushed himself off the wall and took a few steps closer to you, a playful gleam in his eyes.
"You know we're the best," Jonah drawled, a smirk on his face. "Your parents only chose the best, after all."
Evy:"So did you two hear our whole conversation?"
Both Benjamin and Jonah exchanged a quick glance, their expressions confirming that they had, in fact, heard their conversation.
"Yeah, we heard everything," Benjamin admitted, his voice a bit sheepish but nonchalant. "We didn't mean to eavesdrop, but your conversation was... pretty loud."
Jonah confirmed with a nod, his expression remaining nonchalant as he leaned against the wall again.
"Yeah," he said with a smirk, "We heard the whole damn thing, sweetheart. And we've got some thoughts about your 'fake death' idea."
Evy:"Care to share your suggestions, my dear boys?"
Both Benjamin and Jonah smirked, their eyes flickering between you and Caesar with a mix of amusement and interest.
"Oh, we've got a few ideas, you bet we do," Benjamin said, his voice a bit too casual.
Jonah chimed in, his tone nonchalant yet thoughtful. "But, before we share them, we gotta ask a question of our own first, sweetheart."
Evy:"Go ahead, I have nothing to hide"
Both Benjamin and Jonah exchanged another quick glance, the smirk on their faces widening slightly. They knew they had her attention, and they were damn well enjoying it.
"Well," Benjamin started, his tone still laid-back, "We were just wondering... how the hell you came up with the idea in the first place? It's a pretty... wild one. Even by your standards, sweetheart."
Evy:"No one would search the world for two people who's already dead."
Benjamin and Jonah both chuckled, nodding in agreement at her logic. It was true, the idea had a certain logic to it. Benjamin spoke up, a touch of admiration in his voice.
"You make a damn good point. It's a simple yet effective way to disappear without a trace. Nobody would waste their time searching for someone they think is dead."
Jonah nodded, agreeing with Benjamin's words. He pushed himself off the wall, stepping closer to her, his eyes fixed on her with a mixture of contemplation and respect.
"Yeah, it's a clever idea," he admitted, his voice serious yet nonchalant. "It's simple, effective, and it gives you a damn clean slate to work with. No loose ends, no one looking for you. Just... freedom."
Evy:"Now let's hear suggestions~"
Both Benjamin and Jonah exchanged another quick glance, their casual demeanor shifting into a more serious one. They were in planning mode now, and they were damn excited to throw their ideas out there.
"Alright, here's what we've been thinking," Benjamin started, his tone practical and to-the-point. "First, we need to make this whole 'fake death' thing believable. We need a damn good story, one that will convince the whole world that you're actually dead."
Both Jonah and Caesar were in deep thought, their minds racing with possibilities. After a moment, Caesar spoke up, his voice filled with determination.
"I have an idea," he said, his eyes meeting yours. "What if we stage an accident? Something that would look like an accident but would be damn difficult to survive."
Jonah's eyes lit up as Caesar spoke, the gears in his mind immediately turning. He nodded in agreement, a smirk spreading across his face.
"Yeah," he said, his voice filled with excitement. "That could work. Something like a boat accident at sea, maybe. A big storm, and you're thrown overboard, presumed dead. No body, no way for anyone to know you're still alive."
Evy:"Great idea! Let's go on a death honeymoon at the sea!"
Both Jonah and Benjamin chuckled at her enthusiasm, the idea of a 'death honeymoon' sounding almost ridiculous yet oddly fitting.
"A death honeymoon, huh?" Benjamin mused, a smirk on his face. "Alright, let's do it. We find a nice, isolated spot in the middle of the sea, somewhere no one will disturb us. And then we fake the accident, make sure it looks damn convincing, and you're declared dead."
Evy:"How do we fake an accident though?"
Benjamin and Jonah shared a look, their minds already working out the logistics of how to pull off the fake accident. They thought for a moment before Benjamin spoke up, a hint of mischief in his eyes.
"That's the easy part," he said with a grin. "We find a small boat, take it out into the sea, and then... we cause a little accident. Nothing too drastic, just enough to make it look like the boat was capsized, and you're presumed dead."
Jonah pondered for a moment, his gaze focused and calculating as he thought through the plan. Finally, a small smirk curled at the corners of his lips as he spoke up.
"It could work," he said, a note of confidence in his voice. "The sea can be damn dangerous, especially in a small boat. A storm, some choppy waters, and boom - we've got ourselves a believable accident. And the best part, with no body, no one will have any proof you survived."
Evy:"Do you guys know when there's a storm at the sea forecast...?"
Both Benjamin and Jonah nodded in unison, clearly familiar with the weather forecast. Benjamin spoke up first, pulling out his phone and scrolling through the weather app.
"Yeah, we've been checking the weather forecast," he said, skimming through the information on his screen. "There's a storm coming in two days from now. Should be the perfect opportunity for our little 'accident.'"
Evy:"That's when we stage our fake death honeymoon~"
She turned to Caesar and smirk mischievously. Caesar's lips curled up into a matching mischievous smirk, his eyes filled with excitement at the plan you'd all concocted. He nodded in agreement.
"Exactly," he said with a dark grin. "That storm coming in two days will be our cover for the fake accident. It's perfect weather for a dramatic scene. And after that... well, you'll be officially dead, sweetheart."
Evy:"Let's keep up our antagonistic act for now -so no one grows suspicious."
Both Benjamin and Jonah nodded in agreement with your suggestion, their eyes flickering with understanding. They knew the importance of maintaining appearances in certain situations.
"Smart thinking," Benjamin said, his tone serious. "We'll keep the antagonistic act going for now. It'll make our plan more believable."
Jonah chimed in, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Yeah, gotta keep up the act so no one suspects a damn thing."
Evy:"Right?"
Caesar clenched his jaw, his expression hardening as he heard Jonah's question. He knew damn well that playing the part of your enemy was a hell of a burden to bear. But he was determined to tough it out, even if it was tearing him apart inside.
"Yeah," he replied gruffly, his voice gruff but steady. "I can handle it. Don't worry about me."
Evy:"You're strong for once"
Caesar tensed for a moment as she hugged him, his body rigid with tension. But as she spoke, he couldn't help but soften ever so slightly. He felt a mix of emotions at her words and her comforting gesture. He knew he had to be strong, for both of their
sakes.
"Tch. Shut it," he muttered, his voice somewhat gruff, but there was a hint of gratefulness beneath it.
The two days passed slowly, each moment a test of Caesar's patience and acting skills. The time seemed to drag on, every second feeling like an hour. But eventually, the fateful day arrived. The storm had finally blown in, just as the weather forecast had predicted. The sea was a chaotic mess, the waves choppy and unpredictable, the wind howling with a vengeance.
Evy:"Are you okay?"
Caesar was doing his best to maintain his composure, but it was damn tough. The wind whipped at his hair, the rain lashed at his skin, and the boat rocked and lurched under his feet. He gritted his teeth, his knuckles turning white as he clung to the boat's edge.
"I'm fine," he growled. "Just peachy. This damn boat is a damn nightmare, though."
Evy:"Just wait for the guys to pick us up!"
Caesar nodded, his grip on the edge of the boat refusing to loosen. He was clearly uncomfortable and on edge, the rough weather and the thought of the impending 'accident' weighing heavily on him. But he managed to maintain his composure, trusting that the plan would work out.
"Yeah, just gotta wait for those damn guys to show up," he muttered, his eyes scanning the churning waters around them.
Evy:"Are you cold?"
Caesar was trying his damned hardest to stay tough and hide his discomfort. A few tiny shivers ran through his body, but he refused to admit it outright. He grunted, his voice gruff and a bit terse as he replied.
"I'm fine," he said, his tone stubborn and unyielding. "Just a bit chilly, that's all. Nothing I can't handle. I'm not some damn delicate flower, you know."
Caesar's stubborn facade faltered for a moment as she grabbed the large blanket and offered to share it with him. He felt a brief flicker of vulnerability, but he quickly suppressed it, his pride refusing to give in to his needs. But as the cool wind picked up again, the rain continuing to pelt down, he found himself silently giving in. He silently accepted the blanket, reluctantly wrapping it around his shoulders as well as her's, bringing Evy slightly closer against his side.
Evy:"Your still just a stubborn child as usual ..."
Caesar grumbled, his expression darkening again at her words. He hated being called a stubborn child, even though he knew deep down there was some truth to it, especially when it came to his reluctance to admit his own needs. He let out a huff, his voice gruff and defensive.
"I am not a damn child," he muttered, his tone a mixture of irritation and denial. "I'm a grown-ass man, damn it."
Evy:"Yeah sure~"
Caesar scowled at her response, the hint of sarcasm in her tone annoying him even further. He pulled the blanket more snugly around his shoulders, trying to convince himself it was for purely practical reasons, not because he was actually damn cold.
"Tch. Smartass," he grumbled under his breath, stubbornly keeping his gaze focused on the chaotic waters around them.
Evy:"Are we almost at the island?"
Caesar's eyes scanned the horizon, searching for any sign of land through the tempestuous storm. The boat rocked violently, the waves slapping against the sides and threatening to capsize the damn thing at any moment. But then, in the midst of the chaos, he finally spotted something in the distance.
"There," he grunted, his voice a mix of relief and impatience. "There's the damn island ahead."
Evy:""Should we swim? If we take the boat, they'll just assume we're on that island."
Caesar's brows furrowed as he considered Evy's suggestion. He knew she had a point; bringing the boat back to shore would leave evidence and might raise suspicions. And the thought of swimming through the rough waters didn't damn well sound appealing.
After a moment, he grudgingly nodded, a hint of reluctance in his expression. "Yeah," he grumbled, his voice a bit begrudging. "You're damn right. We'll have to leave the boat behind and swim our asses to the shore."