an imaginary story in punjabi language.. 
will gonna translate in English soon..

Basically I pulled a couple of pictures from one of my favorite comic!

Chen Xixi took a selfie with Bai Hao Yun in his office and uploaded it on her social media account after they were done with work. Jess saw Chen Xixi's photo captioned, "First day working after marriage. [heart]" 


Jess sent a text along with the screenshot of Chen Xixi's post to their Whatsapp group. 

Jess : Oh my god! Our Xixi are progressing fast.

Nana : I thought they hated each others. Seems like somebody had turned their hatred into love [lol] [lol].

Lina : Aww~ So sweet!. [love] [heart]

Chen Xixi : Hey! 

Nana : Hmm.. I guess that we were all wrong about Bai Hao Yun being a gay. 

Jess : Look at their pictures. They look so in love.

Chen Xixi : Yup. We are in love now. He treats me really well.

Lina : Have you greeted his hamster yet?

Chen Xixi : What hamster?

Jess : Don't act innocent! We are all adults now.

Chen Xixi : I don't understand.

Nana : She meant the hamster down there! 

Chen Xixi : Hamster is too small. It's a rat.


Bai Hao Yun was right beside Chen Xixi when she was immersed in the conversation. Curiosity sparks in his mind when he noticed the cheeky look on the face of his wife as she was holding the phone. His figure was taller than her, making it easy for him to peek through her phone. Bai Hao Yun tried to contain his laughter after he accidentally read something he was not supposed to. Chen Xixi heard the sound of Bai Hao Yun giggling then turned to face him. "What are you laughing at?" Chen Xixi looked at her husband weirdly. Bai Hao Yun pressed his lips together to hold his laughter then looked at the direction of her phone. 

Chen Xixi understood what he meant. She held her phone closer to her to prevent Bai Hao Yun from looking inside of it. "What have you seen?" Chen Xixi asked anxiously. "Well, nothing much. Only the hamster and rat part." Bai Hao Yun laughed. Chen Xixi hit his arms with both her hands. "Hey, how could you read the our texts slyly?" Bai Hao Yun held Chen Xixi's hands gently to stopped her from hitting him. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you and your friends are having this kind of conversation. I'm just being curious looking at you smiling cheekily with your phone." Bai Hao Yun replied. He hugged her lovingly and spoke, "Don't be angry, I promise I won't do it again."



Bai Hao Yun and Chen Xixi reached the company and entered the same elevator together. Before the elevator door was closed, Betty went into the elevator. "Good morning!" Betty greeted them. Chen Xixi smiled at Betty and replied, "Good morning Betty, it's good to see you!" Betty was new in the company and didn't knew about Bai Hao Yun. "Betty, this is my boss. Mr Bai Hao Yun." Chen Xixi introduced. "Hao Yun, this is the intern in our company. I just got to know her from yesterday." Chen Xixi smiled at Bai Hao Yun. Bai Hao Yun pay much attention on Betty but his gaze was fixated on his wife only. His wife seems pretty happy to have a new friend in the company. 

Soon, the elevator reached the floor of Bai Hao Yun's office. Chen Xixi followed Bai Hao Yun to his office and Betty went to her working table to start working. 

Betty thought, Chen Xixi was a very nice person. Even though she was working as the personal assistant of company CEO, she wasn't an arrogant person. Chen Xixi was very friendly and had a nice temper compared to most of Betty's colleagues in the same department. Betty had just entered the company few days ago. Her colleagues had been picking on her by making her do their works since she was new and had no backups in the company. She needed to make new friends from the same company to make her work life easier. Chen Xixi seems like somebody worthy to befriend for her.

It was lunch break, Bai Hao Yun didn't went out for lunch because he had myriads of documents to deal with. Chen Xixi decided to buy him lunch from the company cafeteria since it was nearer and more convenient for her. Betty saw that Chen Xixi was alone and approached her. "Hello again. Alone?" Betty asked. "Yup." Chen Xixi replied. "I am alone too. Do you mind having lunch with me?" Betty asked with anticipation. "Sure. Let's eat together." Chen Xixi replied. Betty was delighted by Chen Xixi's replies. They chatted during lunch and exchanged their Instagram ID. Chen Xixi didn't forgot to buy Bai Hao Yun lunch after she was done eating with Betty. She bought a pack of chicken rice to her husband.

"What took you so long?" Bai Hao Yun asked when Chen Xixi was back.

"Well, I met Betty in the cafeteria and we had lunch together." Chen Xixi replied in a good mood. 

"The girl earlier?" 

"Yup. We chatted for a little. Sorry to keep you waiting."

"It's okay. I should be sorry for letting you to buy lunch alone. Anyway, it's good that you made new friends."

Chen Xixi, young miss of Chen Family was told to married Bai Hao Yun, the successor of Bai Family. The wedding was agreed by parents of both families to strengthen their business ties. 

After marriage, they fell in love.

Thus, the adventures of their love had begin.
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[This is a simple, lighthearted, short story.]

- She auditioned for KQ entertainment when she was 17 years old she trained for shortest time for a 1 year and 5 months. Under big hit she is taining for 5 months

- She is middle child she has older sister that  is 20 years old  and a younger brother who is 10 Years old

- he needs somebody to make her food because she can't cook or is like the girls don't let her cook because the last time she was cooking she almost burned down the whole dorm.

- Hates sleeping Early and beans she always says that she is going to die if you tell her to eat it.

 -She is 18 years old her birth day is 25th of August 2002

- She has a hamster named berry.

- Her favourite food are muffins. 

- Her height is 165 cm.                                                                                                                           - Dancer and vocalist.
i now saw that i can't put pictures of the members in the book 😢😭

Though Yun-jeong had small eyes and a low nose bridge, her face was overall very small, and she had full, red lips like those often described in fairy tales. Therefore, she was most used to being called "cute" and "doll-like," but despite such an appearance, she was more greedy than her peers. Her gluttony was especially notable, though she couldn't really seem to eat much at once. Indeed, her gluttony manifested more along the lines of obsessing over different flavors. This meant that whenever food was nearby, she was sure to pounce on it.

For example, when someone had brought a snack to class, she unmistakeably sniffed it out and showed up before anyone could stop her. "Hey, what's that?" She asked excitedly. "Can I have some?!" At least she knew her manners enough to not touch others' food without permission.

"It's a macaron..." the classmate replied.
"Oh, so that's what a macaron looks like! It's my first time actually seeing one!"

Yun-jeong looked at her classmate with eyes full of wonder and expectation. Her doll-like features were an effective measure against girls just as much as boys, and there was no way her classmate could flat out refuse her.

"You can have one." As soon as permission was granted, Yun-jeong took a macaron in both hands and nibbled on it, looking much like a hamster. Food had to be respected, and tasting new things always required a certain level of focus and devotion. At least, Yun-jeong thought she looked poised and focused. She had no idea that to all her classmates, she only reminded them of a small, well-behaved hamster, happily wagging its tail about as it ate. She also didn't know that that was the exact reason they kept bringing snacks to class.

When Yun-jeong began her second year in high school, a strikingly cute boy had been admitted to the institute. All her friends had gone on and on about how he looked like a sculpture, but truth be told, she hadn't cared all that much. She simply didn't have the time to bother with a first grader, especially when there were still so many foods, so many flavors she had yet to discover. She was, after all, the only student who helped out the cafeteria cooks (with permission from the teachers, of course) in return for learning new recipes or using the leftover ingredients to experiment with her own cooking.

Then, one day, she saw the famous first grader in the cafeteria.

"Wow." The exclamation left her lips before she even realized, and her friend smirked at her.
"See? Told you. He's like, really good-looking. Which is ridiculous, cuz he's so little! Can you imagine what he'll be like when he's older?"

Yun-jeong didn't answer. Rather, she couldn't answer, because the boy's looks weren't what had grabbed her attention. It was his tray of food.

'Such deep respect!' She thought. What she saw was a boy who didn't waste a single grain of rice, who didn't leave any side dishes behind. To others, he might have been "just eating," but to an expert like her, it was so much more. She knew that this boy loved and respected food just as much as she did. And from then on, whenever she was in charge of handing out food, she would always make sure to give the boy a little bit extra. After all, he deserved it.

Then, when the institute was overcome with news of a terrible incident, one of the teachers came to Yun-jeong.

"There's an elementary schooler who really likes books, and he wants to go to the public library, but we can't send him alone. Could you make some time over the weekend?"
"Is it that "plaster face" kid?" She asked.
"Goodness, you older kids call him that, too? I thought it was just his classmates."
"We all do. It suits him. He does look really good."

And he eats well, she added in her mind. As things were, she had plans with friends anyway, so she gladly volunteered to chaperone the boy. She could use this opportunity to buy him some food and watch how he ate, which was, unbeknownst to her, the same reasoning her friends had for eating with her.

****

"Here, try this! And this, too! Do you want some of that?"
The street down to the public library was nothing short of a food adventure. From street foods to shops set up in alleyways, the two stopped by every single one to taste all the different morsels they found. If they had been in a food court with samples, they would have gone round and round, all day long. Thankfully, however, they weren't in a food court, and were instead headed towards the quiet peace of the library, which is possibly why their "food trip" ended so soon.

"What do you think?"
"There's... So many books."

As they walked into the library, Lucid smiled for the first time in a long time. However, that wasn't the answer Yun-jeong had wanted. As food wasn't allowed in the building, she had given the boy the last of the chicken skewers, and watched proudly as he ate it up like a cute baby hamster. Her question was more an attempt to get his thoughts on the food.

"And the taste?"
"Oh. It's good. They're good. Chicken skewers, I mean."

And what a lovely smile he had!

"God, I wish you were my little brother." She blurted out.
"What?"
"Hmm?"
"..."

She had only meant to think about it, and when the words left her mouth, she was just as taken aback as Lucid was. Still, she laughed it off, stroking his head and moving along. Yun-jeong was rather proud of her accomplishments for the day.

"So, how long will you stay here?"
"I'm not sure. How long can I stay?" Asked Lucid.
"Well... We need to get back by 6, so we should leave at 5 at most. I have some things to do, so I'll be back in a bit, alright? Be a good boy and just stay here and read up. If you have any questions, you can ask that teacher over there, behind the desk. Got that?"
"Yes."
"Still, I can't leave you all alone until 5, so I'll be back really soon. Maybe two hours? So you just have to hold on till then. Don't cry, even if you're alone, okay?"
"Yes, I don't mind. I'll just be here reading."
"And you're so polite, too!"

The library was section off into a children's wing, for infants and young students, and a regular wing for adults, with books ranging from novels to academic references. Lucid, of course, headed to the latter wing and began looking at all the available books. The subject that most recently grabbed his attention was, without a doubt, physics. As middle school physics was closely tied to math, he could make some sense out of it, thought it was difficult. It was, all in all, a perfect subjects to learn about in terms of efficiency. However, as he was self-taught, he took a rather long time to fully grasp each concept, and he therefore chose to consult as many references as he could so he could have a deeper understanding. Learning quickly was important, but Lucid had decided that being accurate and learning correctly was his top priority.

Click! Snap!

A faint sound resounded through the library, but Lucid ignored it. Rather, he didn't even notice it, as engrossed as he was in his book. This, however, also meant that he didn't notice the amount of people who kept gathering near him.

Everyone at the library watched Lucid as he read, observing him as if he were some rare specimen. After all, he looked so young, yet here he was, with a pile of books titled "Physics" next to him. But that wasn't all. He wasn't just a young child. He was a really, really pretty young child. This led some people to sneakily snap some pictures of him, and a few people even chose to upload the pictures to their social media.

"Weekend study session at the library. Gotta study hard! But look at what I found. An adorable little kid! #library #studyhard #littleprince"
"At the #library with some friends. There's a #littlekid here who looks #straightoutofapainting here! What do you think?"
"I've always heard about so called prodigies, but I think I actually saw one today. He's not only smart, but really good-looking too! #childprodigy #prodigy #lifeisntfair"

As people got more and more excited, so did the library grow noisier and noisier, resulting in the library staff having to dismiss them all. Still, the boy didn't once look away from his reading. He didn't even raise his head, simply moving his fingers turn the page every so often. People couldn't stop admiring this sight. Some parents pointed to him and told their children, "You have to study hard like him, if you want to succeed in life."

Students who had come with their friends and had spent their time chatting and loitering about all took a look at Lucid and, with newfound motivation, returned to their seats and began to read their textbooks. Adults who had been displeased with the commotion took one look at Lucid and smiled to themselves about how the future of the country was looking bright.

That day, everyone at the library focused on studying, their motivation fueled by this small child. And, on that same day, people who had seen pictures on social media all "liked" the photos of the boy, wondering if this was some new form of advertisement for the public facility.

When Yun-jeong returned to the library, she saw that everyone was immersed in their own studying. The place was full of people choosing books from the shelves and reading at their seats, and it almost felt overcrowded. Still, there was one person who stood out, who shone the most amongst everyone else, and it was none other than Lucid. Yun-jeong couldn't bring herself to interrupt his focus, and therefore waited until it was time to go. The fact that she had felt the need to fit in and thus chose a book to read herself was just an added bonus.

****

"Director, have you heard about the increase in library traffic ever since those pictures went up on social media?"
"Oh, yes. I'm not good with that tech stuff, so it still feels a bit surreal to me. Is this what they mean by word of mouth?"
"Yes," continued the Chief of Management, "and that's why one of our employees came up with a proposal."
"For what?"
"To put it simply, it's about shooting an ad. With that child as our model."

As the director paused to think things through, the chief quickly pulled up some photos on a tablet and showed them off.

"We're preparing for the fall exhibition anyway, and we were just in need of a publicity campaign. Isn't this the perfect opportunity? It's much more refreshing than using a celebrity or a professional model, and we all agree that it's not a bad look."
"... Is that so?"

Surely, the cost would be drastically reduced if they could avoid hiring a model or celebrity. However, they both refrained from pointing this out. It was an obvious fact, and there was no need to look greedy by stating this outloud. It looks good, on a marketing perspective, was a perfectly good way of referring to it.

"Who is this, anyway?" asked the director.
"We weren't quite sure, at first, but the clerk who worked the desk that day happened to know him. He's a child at the Agnes Institute."
"Institute?"
"Yes. An orphanage, to be exact."
"... Reach out to them, ask for cooperation. No, scratch that. We'll pay them a visit. I think this might prove to be a really good opportunity."


<Misunderstanding (2)> End.

A boy who was living an ordinary life in another world suddenly came to the present world.

Social systems, way of life and morals... They have all changed.

How will the boy try to survive?

What kind of life will the boy live?

"Oh my gosh! Look at her face! It's so small and pretty. She looks prettier in real life!" Exclaimed one of the female employees who was shredding some documents and saw Jillyanna took off her glasses.
"It's a waste that she only showed her face now after six years. To think she's this pretty since she was young." Another female commented.
"I want to get a girlfriend like boss." A younger man said while pouting. This made his colleagues chuckled at him.
"She's the only one in the world and boss got her. So lucky!"
"I know right."
"If you guys want to get a girlfriend, be like boss. You need to be attentive and caring. Don't just think with your lower anatomy." A girl said with a snicker and flipped hair.
"If you want to get a boyfriend, be like the young madam. You have to be pretty." A man retorted to her statement.
"What did you say?!" The young woman and the young man started bickering back and forth. It was like a normal scene to them so they didn't really bother them.
"Do you think boss will allow us to get her signature? I am really a fan of hers. What should I do? I just can't calm my heart."
"I don't care if boss won't allow it. Having their pictures together, looking so good side by side, captured with my phone is more than enough."
Many of them secretly took pictures of Jillyanna and Travis. Both men and women expressed their opinions in a positive way.
Travis opened the lunch box which contained different kind of foods. "My wife really cares about me."
Jillyanna flicked his forehead while giggling. "If I won't care, then who will? Beside, I just told the chef what I want him to put. I didn't cook it myself."
"It's fine." Travis picked up the spoon and fork so he could start eating. "You won't eat with me?" He teased her knowing she could eat a lot.
Jillyanna just glared at him for his teasing. "I'm no longer hungry."
"Are you sure?"
"Shut up. I don't want to grow big. I'm getting bigger with the baby already."
"That's fine. I will still love you even if you grow bigger."
"No way!" She refused him and looked away. However, the food was really enticing her. 'Gluttony is not good.' She repeated the same mantra mentally while Travis ate beside her.
Outside the office room, the employees would look at them from time to time. They had so many pictures taken already and some posted it in their timelines.
LADY BOSS VISITED US TODAY.
Accompanied this caption was a picture of Jillyanna who was sitting beside Travis. She was glaring at him and Travis was smiling playfully. One could imply that he was teasing her.
OUR PRETTY LADY BOSS BROUGHT HIM LUNCH
This was a picture of Travis who eating already while Jillyanna played with her phone.
OUR CUTE BOSS HAS FALLEN IN LOVE
It was a collage of different pictures of Travis and Jillyanna from the same room. Travis showing different expressions that no one knows of.
Jillyanna and Travis weren't oblivious to what was going on outside the office room. Jillyanna was actually checking her account and there were several posts that she and Travis was tagged. She blushed looking at their own pictures and covered her red face.
"What happened?" Travis asked her with concern. He put down his spoon and fork and stopped eating. "Why are you covering your face?"
Jillyanna gave him her phone directly so he could see it for himself. Even though he had noticed that his employees were taking pictures earlier, he didn't know that they posted it since he wasn't looking at his phone.
Travis laughed out loud and kissed the back of her hand which was covering her face. "You look so cute in these pictures. I should commend my employees."
"Stop it. Just eat your food."
Travis returned her phone to her and kissed her head again, despite the fact that his employees were watching them with hearts in their eyes.
He continued eating his food with a smile. "Open your mouth." He told her. His got a sliced beef steak on his fork and raised it to her mouth.
Jillyanna wanted to refuse but the smell of the food was so tempting. In the end, she still ate the food with him.
Travis didn't stop feeding her at all. Her cheeks were already bulging from so much food. Looking at her bashful face and glaring eyes, Travis was tempted to take a picture himself.
He picked up his phone and snapped a picture of her quickly. Jillyanna wanted to speak but she was still chewing her food, she kicked his leg under the table instead. 
I_amHerHusband (v): My cute little hamster is glaring at me.
He didn't tag her name but it was clear as day who the woman he was posting in his timeline.
This post garnered thousands of likes and comments in just a few minutes. Many shippers were supporting them and many male fans were sending a crying emoji that their goddess YNA was taken already.
"I thought I'm going to marry her. I even saved up my allowance to get a picture with her." A male fan took a picture of a piggy bank and attached it to his comment.
"I can only say congratulations to Mr. Madrigal for winning her heart."
"A powerful man deserves her. Only he can protect a goddess."
"Even if I want to disagree with the person above, my conscience says you're right."
Travis was so happy with the comments he got. He really wants to flaunt his love around the world.
It wasn't just his post that shocked the netizens. After half an hour of his post, Jillyanna's account posted their video together when they visited the entertainment company a week ago.
This video showed their normal get up and life. No extravagant cars or body guards. Just the two of them enjoying their shopping spree.


Jilyanna's face paled when she saw the man coming out from an expensive car. His face was as handsome as she last remembered but his dark eyes were cold and penetrating. 

His lips pulled up into a devilish smile making her heart faltered in its beat.
"Why don't you return with me my sweet wife?" his voice was husky as he beckoned her to come closer.

"I'm not your wife sweetheart. You've mistaken me for someone else." Jilyanna played along but her eyes were scanning her surroundings for possible escape.

"You're not? Then give me back my sperm."

Jilyanna choked at his words. She did promise him to be his wife, but she didn't want to get married at all. However, she did steal his sperm and it's over a month old.

Another fic about a hit in Naruto and with the Gamer system

The main character of the picture
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The former Alpha, Eduardo Maestri called out his daughter who is the current Alpha of the Mafia. Ordering her to call the two Betas and Gamma, they held the meeting at the House Maestri, discussing about the drug and weaponry dealings, gambling and also about the war between Fantasma Rosso and La Nostra Pace. They have received a message coming from the Shinigai Clan who's residing in Japan, telling them that their representative had arrived. 

Eduardo Maestri is known for his gambling matches, though he lost once against Delta I, he's still known for the big amount of money that he gambles. He is a fond of gambling, so during the selection for the next Alpha, he used a Wheel-of-Fortune to determine who shall be the next one leading the Mafia. Despite being a casanova, he still values his disabled wife who beared 4 of his children including the current Alpha. 

They have planned to destroy all of the Fantasma Rosso's club, just as what Eduardo ordered for the meantime, the four together with some Thetas did what Eduardo said. 

Salvatore can be seen sitting on the couch in Delta's apartment. The room is a bit messy, paintings and pictures can be seen everywhere, art materials are scattered on the flooring, while Delta is casually sitting on a different couch, sipping her coffee. Salvatore haven't layed a finger on the cup of coffee that Delta offered. 

"Rosamaria..." Salvatore muttered while looking down, Delta's face tensed up, displeased after he mentioned her name. 

"Why didn't you told me?" he looks at the girl sitting infront of him, "The truth..about Letizia's identity and also Arturo's.." he added while gripping on his fists. 

"Who told you?" Delta keeps on smiling from ear to ear, her tone is a bit of happy and unnerving. 

"It doesn't matter who told me... What matter now is that.. either ending Letizia's life or returning her back to the Fantasma Rosso.." Salvatore muttered underneath his breathe, Delta only tilted her head, "Are you out of your mind?" she asks while giggling, creeping Salvatore.

"Shut up you cannibal...." 

Delta pounced on Salvatore, choking him out of pure anger. Her face distorted into despair, he was shocked cause of her sudden action. 

"You don't even know a quarter of my story.... Not even the prologue or the ending... All you know is my name..and the mask I am using..." Delta muttered angrily while panting, still choking Salvatore. 

"Try addressing her as a cannibal.. you'll see her true colors.. just a warning, she's messed up."

'That darn Pio...! I..can't breathe....why is she very mad..? Goddamnit....' Salvatore thought while blacking out. 

Delta stopped choking Salvatore, still sitting on the top of him. He only coughed and coughed while grasping for his breathe. Delta stood up while looking at Salvatore. 

"Leave.." she ordered coldly.

Salvatore stood up slowly, still panting. "D-delta I'm so—"

"Leave."

Salvatore had no choice but to leave the apartment.  Still wondering why did Delta acted that way, all he wanted is to know her better. He only sighed thinking how to apologize to her while walking away from the building. 
•
"You two want to survive right?"

"Let's play a game!"

"Rosa...I'm sorry.."

The sound of the gunshot echoed throughout the room, her blood scattered everywhere leaving me staring at her dead body dumbfounded. "Is this the beauty of friendship?! HOW MARVELOUS!!" Francisco only exclaimed while raising both of his arms. I screamed her name while reaching out to her corpse, Fausta...it should've been me. 
•
Delta stared at the wall filled with pictures and red strings. Her tears started to flow while holding her friend's picture, Fausta's picture sticked on to her wall. 

"If you're still alive, you are also a Delta right now....." she murmured, "If I died on that day.. you will be the Branch 1's Delta... You should've been a better leader than me.." she added. "But... We're still together... Right??" she asked while touching her stomach. 

She ending up laughing hysterically, slowly losing her mind, grasping on to her falsities. 

Dorotea feeds Pucci with a celery, she's been watching the hamster while Dante is not in the apartment. "I wonder why Flavio never mentioned you..? Is he embarrassed that he owns a cute pet like you?" Dorotea sighed while watching Pucci. "Jeez... Dante has been going on a 'friendly' date with his new gamer friend... He's not even watching you cause of that girl.." she pouted while poking the hamster's cage. "While Giusto, is gone for awhile.. he has an important mission to spy the Branch 3's new Varepsilon." she rolls on the floor. "I wonder if Flavio has any baby pictures.. or atleast a photo album.." she stood up, walking towards a cabinet, there she spotted a camera and a photo album, "I bet this is Flavio's and not Dante's.. never knew he was this aesthetic." she smiles before sitting on the bed, placing both of the camera and the photo album on the bed. Upon opening the photo album, there she saw a ton of pictures of different sceneries.

She was amazed cause of the captured sceneries, "Never knew he was this good at photography." she commented. After flipping a few pages, she saw a picture of two kids playing at a garden filled with daisies. The other kid looks like Flavio while the other one is a girl with a long and straight pale amber hair. Curiousity tickled her mind, she started flipping more pages and the only picture she could see is a picture of a little girl who has a pale amber hair. "Why does she looks like me..?" she asked while thinking deeply. At the end of the album, she saw a name written on the cover, 

Martha O'Rourke.

"Who is Martha O'Rourke..?" she wondered while trying to find clues in the camera, there she sees a single video file saved in the camera. She clicked play and the video started playing,
•
"Wally, why are we recording this?"

"So that we could preserve memories, Martha. All we gonna do is to introduce ourselves infront of the camera."

"Well... Okay then, am I going to introduce myself first?"

"Yeah.."

"Greetings, I am Martha, the heiress of the House O'Rourke. Currently I am 7 years old, and still striving to be the best daughter that both of my parents wanted."

"...."

"Y-your turn! You numbskull!" 

"Okay okay.. fine.. I'm a bit shy, okay..?"

"Just introduce yourself, just like how I introduced myself, Wally!"

"Pleasantries, the name's Waldenhart von Blount, call me Wally for short. I am Martha's bestfriend! Make her cry and I'll whoop your baby diapers!"

"Well, are we done now?"

"Yeah.."
•
The video ended. Dorotea only stared at the camera's screen, after knowing Flavio's real name and his childhood friend who looks like her.  "Is this why Flavio has been simping over me...?" she realized, "It seems that.. I am just more of a replacement.." she added.

[End of Chapter]

The Branch 1 members of the Mafia named La Nostra Pace happened to be loud and chaotic, until one day, their chaotic life was interrupted by the Fantasma Rosso. 

Everything changed in a blink of an eye, the Mafia that was once loud and chaotic turned into an organization shrouded with mysteries.

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Unang pinaimbestigahan ni Kaeden sa mga pulis ay ang customer na laging tumitingin kay Frenchesca. Siya si Rowaldo Bentrez, matagal nang house boy at hardinero ng isang mayamang pamilya. 52 years old. Pinakamalapit na suspek sa pangba-blackmail dahil halos nasa magkaparehas lang na henerasyon sa biktima. Napag-alaman ng mga pulis na dati pala itong gaffer ng isang nagsara nang kumpanya noong 1986. 
 
Si Ritchie Espiritu, 25 taong gulang, ang cashier ang sumunod na hinanap ang detalye. Ayon sa imbestigasyon, maagang nawala ang kaniyang mga magulang. Naninirahan ito sa isang lumang condo at nagsa-sideline sa weekends bilang isang "moveout" boy – o yaong mga naghahakot ng gamit ng mga taong maglilipat ng bahay.
 
Personal naman na minanmanan ni Alfred ang iba pang maaaring maging suspek, pero lumipas ang isang araw ay wala parin itong makitang maaaring magpakita na ito ang hinahanap nilang gumagawa ng blackmail.
 
Sa pangalawang araw, naisipan ni Kaeden ang mag-on-location investigation. Una niyang pinuntahan ang tinitirhang condo ni Ritchie. Luma ang pintura ng condo na dalawang palapag lamang. Naka-model ito sa mga Japanese Old Condo, kaya maaari mong puntahan at walang security guards na kailangan dahil nakatira lamang sa itaas ang mismong may-ari ng condo at naniningil ng renta kung kinakailangan.
 
Napansin niya ang mga basurerong dumating na hinakot ang basura ng buong condo. Nilalagay nila ito sa clear plastic bag para madaling i-segregate kung kinakailangan. Dahil sa segregation code, kinailangang magbago ng mga basurero ng paraan para hakutin ang basura – dahil sa local government order.
 
Linapitan ni Kaeden ang mga basurero at doon niya nakita ang ilang plastic bag na may marka na "2-F". ito ang mismong marka sa pintuan ng unit na inuupahan ni Ritchie. Puro papel. May ilang mga newspaper itong laman at ilang noodles wrappers. Halatang mabilisan lang ang kinakain ng binata dahil sa hirap ng buhay at trabaho nito.
 
"No time to check the internet, perhaps? Kaya sa newspaper siya kumakalap ng balita…"
 
Kaeden thought it was an obvious statement. Ang blackmailer ay gumamit ng newspaper sa pagte-threaten sa biktima. Pero, at the same time, it makes Ritchie someone who can easily be detected as the suspect of the crime. Knowing this, alam niyang hindi niya dapat ipahalatang siya ito.
 
Pangalawang pinuntahan niya ang regular customer na si Rowaldo. Naisip niyang hindi magsasalita ang matanda hangga't hindi pulis ang magtatanong sa kaniya. Kaya si Alfred ang lumapit dito at ipinaalam ang pakay nila sa kaniya. Habang pinuputol nito ang mga hindi kailangang sanga ng mga halaman sa hardin, sinimulan ni Alfred ang pagtatanong sa matanda.
 
"Mr. Bentrez, gusto ko lang malaman kung ano ang koneksyon mo sa may-ari ng Mycroft Café na si Frenchesca Honorio?"
 
Tumingin sa kaniya ang matanda na para bang binabasa kung ano ang ibig nitong sabihin. Ibinalik niya muli ang tingin sa mga halaman bago sumagot sa kaniya.
 
"Dati akong gaffer sa studio na pinagtrabahuan dati ni Frenchesca. Hindi niya siguro ako maalala kasi part timer lang naman ako noon. Tsaka, mabilis siyang lumipat ng kumpanya dahil hindi rin naman talaga maganda ang patakaran sa pinagtatrabahuan ko noon. Karamihan sa mga model na nandoon ay X-Deal, dahil hindi pa naman talaga sila sikat sa industriya. Mga probinsyana na nagnanasang magkaroon ng break sa siyudad, o yung mga taga siyudad namang feeling nila isang break na ang maka-xdeal ang kumpanya."
 
"Baylands Studio, tama?"
 
"Oo. Isa si Frenchesca sa mga mabilis na sumikat kaya parang naging regular siya doon sa kumpanya, kaya lang, hindi talaga maganda ang ugali nung may-ari, hanggang sa mawalan na ito ng mga taong gustong makipag-transact pa sa kanila."
 
"Kung isa kang gaffer ng kumpanya noon, maaaring mayroon kang kopya ng mga ilang newbie shots at xdeal shots ni Frenchesca noon, na ginagamit mo ngayon para iblackmail siya na magbigay ng pera, tama?"
Tumingin muli sa kaniya ang matanda at tumawa lang ito sa nasabi ng pulis. For him, it sounds ridiculous.
 
"Sir, gaffer lang ako. Hindi ako cameraman o kaya director ng movie studio. Wala akong karapatang dumampot ng mga kopya ng shots ng mga model. Hindi ako ang hinahanap mong blackmailer."
 
"Kilala mo pa ba ang mga photographer at director noong nagtatrabaho ka sa kumpanya?"
 
"Ah, oo. Ang photographer na palaging andoon kapag xdeal ay si Juan Ricardo, siya yung photographer na kumukuha ng pictures ng mga bagong model o kaya yung mga kumikita na sa kani-kanilang mga photobook. Ang alam ko, buhay pa yun at nandito parin sa Pinas. Yung director, si Enrico Sanchez. Kaya lang, ang pagkakaalam ko, patay na siya. Last year lang."
 
Agad na sinulat ni Alfred ang mga ito sa kaniyang notebook at nagpaalam kay Rowaldo. Sinundan siya ng tingin ng matanda at napailing lang na bumalik sa kaniyang mga alagang halaman. Habang nasa police car, iniisip ni Alfred ang maaaring koneksyon ng blackmailer sa biktima. Ang pinakamalapit na suspect ngayon ay ang buhay pang photographer. What if he had those photos stored, and now that he needs money, he wants to expose those pictures for money?
 
Pero ang underlying question sa isip ni Alfred ay kung bakit photos pa ni Frenchesca ang naisip niyang i-expose. The woman is already out of her prime. Sure, people would usually be concerned about their younger photos getting exposed out there, pero – isn't it a better game to show photos of new models now with them earning millions?
 
 
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Pinuntahan ni Alfred ang bahay ng photographer na si Juan Ricardo. Contrary to his belief, mayaman parin ang photographer. There is no need for him to expose anything at all. He had all he wants. Living in a large mansion, two maids, three expensive cars – what else would he need money to extort from a merely café owner?
 
Pinaghanda agad ni Juan ng kape ang isa sa kaniyang mga kasambahay at inimbitahan si Alfred sa salas para doon magusap. The place is cozy, alam niyang hindi ito mumurahing mga sofa lang.
 
"Pagpasensyahan mo na at medyo matagal ako bago nakapagrespond sa tawag niyo. Sa katunayan niyan ay kababalik ko lang ng Pilipinas. Nasa Canada ako ng sampung taon. Kakarating ko lang dito months ago. Eh ang dami palang kailangang gawin dito sa Pilipinas ngayon bago tuluyang mapasa-iyo ang mga lupa at bahay," paliwanag ni Juan na may masayang tono sa kaniyang boses. Walang nababasa si Alfred na kung anumang kaba sa tao kung siya nga ang blackmailer. But then again, the best criminals don't show their weaknesses, especially to a police officer.
 
"Okay lang, sir. Alam niyo naman siguro ang dahilan kung bakit andito ako ngayon."
 
Tumango lang si Juan at tumingin sa labas ng kaniyang bahay.
 
"Unfortunately, officer, wala akong kopya ng mga sinasabi mong pictures ng model na si Frenchesca. Most of the company's stored photos were either washed away by the storm noong 1981, or the earthquake noong 1991. The company once had this archive that lasted even after 4 years of its bankruptcy. The late director had the archives, but sadly, wala na din siguro. He died without anything on his possession. Nabalitaan mo naman siguro, the director died with debts."
 
"So he could have been the one na nagbablackmail sa model, dahil siya ang may hawak ng archives, tama?"
 
"Ganun na nga, officer. Hmmm, teka…"
 
"Ano yun, sir?"
 
"Ang naaalala ko, I had a black plastic box where I had archives and notes of my X-Deal photoshoots, starting from 70s – 90s. Kaya lang, that was when I was still living with my grandparents. Since they died, napilitan akong ibenta yung bahay, go abroad and work, just to afford this mansion. Ang alam ko nasa bodega yun noon na kasama sa mga ipinalagay ko doon sa basement, pero come to think of it, wala siya doon."
 
"Ano po ba exactly ang laman pa ng black box?"
 
"Well, you see, when I was younger, I did have some crazy thoughts. May mga notes ako doon ng bawat model na may X-Deal photoshoot sa akin. I also took shots of them in different rooms. With their consent naman yung iba. But I was particular na aside from Frenchesca, I had five models na may mga risqué shots talaga na kinuha ko for my personal collection."
 
Tumawa lang si Juan nang makita ang expression sa mukha ni Alfred.
 
"I tell you, that was long ago. But I never intended to sell them to anyone or use it to blackmail someone. Those were like my collection only. Pero ang nakakapagtaka, when we moved out into this mansion, sabi sa akin ng mga caretakers ko, naisama naman daw. But I don't have it right now."
 
"Did you use a delivery service of some sort?"
 
"Yeah, I think I did. Blue Hamster Delivery Services."
 
Dito na nagkaroon ng tamang hinala si Alfred. Habang iniinom ang kape at nakipagkwentuhan sa photographer, alam niyang number 1 suspect na ngayon si Ritchie. Nagtatrabaho ito sa Blue Hamster Delivery Services.
 
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Inireport ni Alfred ang lahat kay Basil, at itinawag naman kay Kaeden. It seems plain and simple for a crime, Kaeden thought. Para bang ang linis at madali lang hanapin ng mga pulis ang lahat. Though clearly, kung nasa kamay ni Ritchie ang mga litrato, and he recognizes Frenchesca, he is the one who sent all those blackmail letters.
 
Mabilis na pinareport si Ritchie sa interrogation room para imbestigahan. Nahanap kasi nila na isa sa mga naging client nila sa delivery ay ang bahay ng yumaong Soledad at Juancho Ricardo, grandparents ni Juan Ricardo.
 
"Alam namin na ikaw ang isa sa mga moveout boy ng pamilya Ricardo. Identified ka rin na ikaw ang isa sa mga naghakot sa bahay na iyon ayon sa record ng kumpanya kung saan ka nagtatrabaho," tanong ni Basil sa tahimik na si Ritchie. Nasa Observer's Room naman sina Kaeden at Frenchesca, na nakikinig sa interrogation.
 
"Ritchie, kung ako ikaw magsalita ka na. Mahahanap at mahahanap din namin ang mga pictures na iyon sa kwarto mo kung dumating ang warrant," patuloy ni Basil.
 
"Wala akong alam sa mga sinasabi niyo. Part-time lang ako doon at wala akong maalalang black box na sinasabi niyo."
 
"Balita ko ay dalawang buwan ka na raw na hindi nakakabayad sa renta mo. May utang ka din dawn a 50,000 sa isang loaning company at hindi ka pa nakakapagbayad. Isang malaking rason kaya mo ginagawa ang pangba-blackmail ng pera, hindi ba?"
 
"Sinabi nang wala akong alam dyan! Wala akong alam dyan sa mga pictures na binibintang niyo sa akin!" galit na sagot ni Ritchie at napatayo dahil sa naririnig na paratang sa kaniya.
 
"Relax ka lang. umupo ka. Malalaman din natin yan kapag nahalughog na namin ang condo unit mo," kalmadong sagot ni Basil sa kaniya. Sinenyasan si Alfred na nakatayo sa loob para alamin ang progress ng warrant. Lumabas agad si Alfred at nang makitang naaprubahan na, mabilis silang lumakad para halughugin ang unit ni Ritchie. Nakakaisang oras na silang naghahanap pero wala parin silang makita. Idinial agad ni Alfred ang numero ni Basil sa kaniyang cellphone para ipaalam ang report. Wala silang mahanap na black box o kaya kahit isang litrato ni Frenchesca sa unit.
 
Sinenyas agad ni Basil mula sa Observer's Room ang resulta. Dito na nahulma sa isip ni Kaeden na hindi sila nag-isip ng tama sa imbestigasyon. There was rather something off from the start. Something simple they themselves overlooked. Pinuntahan niya agad ang interrogation room at kinausap si Ritchie.
 
"Ritchie, naaalala mo pa ba kung sino ang nandoon nung naghakot kayo ng gamit?" tanong ni Kaeden. Kapag ang nasa isip nito ang isasagot ni Ritchie, alam niyang ito na ang hinahanap nilang tao.
 
"Ang caretaker lang nila. Dahil nasa abroad naman daw ang may-ari ng bahay, siya ang inatasang magbukas ng bahay para mailagay na namin lahat sa truck."
 
"Inspector, hindi si Ritchie ang may gawa ng pang-ba-blackmail. We were wrong from the start. Ginamit niya si Ritchie para maiwala tayo sa imbestigasyon. Since the caretaker had the keys, maaari siyang maghakot ng kung anu-ano doon sa bahay. That includes the black box. If we can get hold of the black box from the caretaker, then he is our guy."
 
Mabilis na lumakad sina Basil at Kaeden para hanapin ang caretaker. Ngunit isang napakalaking balita ang bumigla sa kanila.
 
Natagpuan nila ang caretaker na patay na, left side of head shot. Gun in right hand. Nasa kwarto rin nito ang black box, naglalaman ng ilan pang litrato ni Frenchesca at ng lima pang models.
 
"So, we have one cased solved. Alam nating ang caretaker ang gumagawa ng blackmail letters, pero ang tanong, why would he commit suicide?" wika ni Basil habang hinihintay ang forensics para imbestigahan ang lugar.
 
"Konsensya?" sagot ni Alfred.
 
"Or that something came up. Why would someone risk his life dahil lang dito?" patuloy naman ni Kaeden, na nakatingin sa bangkay.
 
"Most likely, this would come up na sucide. Kapag sinabi ng nakakataas na i-rule out ito bilang suicide, yun ang lalabas. I would go with Alfred. Let us deal with this, Kaeden."
 
Tumango ang binata at ipinaubaya sa mga pulis ang pangyayari. It just seems so off that hindi pa naman nila nacocorner o nalalaman na siya talaga ang buong may kagagawan ng blackmailing pero magpapakamatay ito. Why would someone who knows he isn't cornered yet, commit suicide so he can't be taken by the police?
 
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"So, why did you do that? You killed the caretaker, eh mahuhuli din naman na ng mga pulis?" tanong ni Sam kay Janus, na siyang nagda-drive ng sasakyan nila papunta sa bahay ng kanilang boss.
 
"Fan ng tatay ko yung model. Eh, naalala ko lang na kahit patay na siya, I think he wouldn't like his idol model getting harassed by someone. I just leveled up the punishment," paliwanag niya. napailing lang si Sam dahil sa totoo lang, Janus could've just waited for the police to arrest the suspect and that's it.
 
"Nasa policy ko kasi yan eh. Sometimes, I do justice," patuloy ni Janus.
 
"Well, all of us have our own policies. Nakakapagtaka lang at hindi nila inimbestigahan pa ang krimen. You made it like suicide, but surely, meron at merong magiisip otherwise."
 
"Police ruled it out as suicide. I made it so believable to be like that."
 
Ngumiti lang si Sam at tumingin sa bintana ng sasakyan. Napansin niya ang Mycroft Café na pagmamay-ari ni Frenchesca at nakita ang maraming taong dinadagsa ito. The people got interested of her again, dahil sa pangyayari. In a way, it was like a blessing. Dahil doon sa blackmailer at sa mga balita tungkol sa nangyari, she got popular again.

Kaeden Boa Vista is an architecture student who promised not to get himself involved in any form of police work,, opposed to what his father wanted when he was still alive. His life got tangled with a murder case that changed his life. As he succeeds becoming an architect, he gets involved in a series of murder cases and discovers a secret that his father kept from him. Crimes have gone up and the criminals are becoming more intelligent in their orchestrations. Kaeden later learns that a certain crime planning group has been doing it for many years, led only by a mysterious man named "Master Murderer from Hell".

"Let's go to Richies'. It's a small arcade not too far. You love going there, well I hope you still do." Camila said while grabbing my arm, lleading the way to the bus stop. I must admit that sounds like a fun way to unwind after the week. Now that I have a parent,  I should let mommy know of my whereabouts. I thought while pulling out my phone from my pocket sending mom a message. 
Hi mommy. goin to arcade wit Cam. I be home round 7pm
"No driver today?" I asked, noticing the bus approaching. I wasn't sure how wealthy Camila is that her family sent her to school with a driver.
"Nah. I told them i'll be staying late for the audition. My driver will come later. Don't worry, we'll drop you home" she said with a wide grin. We arrived after five stops to a small arcade with a neon red sign "Richies' Game".
"Nice Harley bike" I whistle at the motorcycle parked out front, the owner must be loaded. 
"I wonder who it is" Camila held the door open waiting for me to get inside. 
"Welcome back girls. Long time no see. What can I get y'all started" a bald older man greeted us with a huge smile. The name tag read "RICHIE '' and by all the pictures up on the wall, I assumed he's the owner.
"Hey Richie! Give us 500 chips and two double chocolate chip shakes" Camila slid a $20 bill onto the counter. 
"Let me pay half" I rumbled through my wallet finding two fives. However, Camila refused to take my money. 
"Don't worry 'bout it. Get the next round cus i'm going kickass your ass in Zombie Battlefield"
"Oh. We'll see about that" I responded cockily sipping on my drink.
Camila slurped on her shake impatiently that she almost choked to death. 
"Gahh. I almost choked" she coughed 
"haha see what bullshit talk does to you... BTW that's what she said " I mocked laughing my ass off. 
We played a couple of rounds, Camila winning them all. I sucked at this game, at this rate I was going to use my weekly allowance losing to her. I was beyond rusty on gaming in my past life, I had no time to indulge in gaming as I was joggling part time jobs and school.  I have to find a game that requires some physical movement to lose against Camila. 
I raise my eyebrows with a smile upon seeing the ping pong table. 
"Ah how about a match of ping pong?"
"Fine. Just one match." Camila wasn't good at it so we bought more chips this time I paid. We played more than one match, I won them all. 
"I'm tired of this. Let's play something else" she complained, giving me a tired look. 
"Why. We are just gettin started. Don't be such a sore loser" I exclaimed bouncing like a bunny. 
"Sore is what my arms will be tomorrow." She began rubbing her aching wrist. "Hey. Why don't play against the champion ..." squinting to something behind me, I turned seeing the white board behind me. 
"PING PONG CHAMPION: PLAYER X" 
"Player X?" Camila quickly paced to the counter reaching Richie who was busy preparing some drinks and I followed behind her wondering what she's thinking. 
"Richie, who's player X? Jaye would like to play against them" 
"Ahh. How exciting a worthy opponent for Mr. X.  Today is your lucky day, that's him sitting in that gaming booth" we both turned following Mike's finger to a broad back wearing our school uniform. 
"Thank you Richie" without warning she walked toward Player X. 
"Hi there. I'm Camila and this is Jaye. My friend wants to play a game of ping pong against you" 
"Cam, what are you doin-" I was trying to explain to her to drop it before she cut me off.  
"Hey!"  Tapping on his shoulder. He stopped the game and turned to face us. 
"Tell your friend I'm not interested." Geralt coldly replied and returned back to the game. 
"What. afraid that'll beat. I don't mean to bragged, but I'm good." I said using my best confident voice crossing my arms. 
My response caught his attention turning around looking straight at me. Our eyes meeting for the first time eyes - he lowered his eyebrows, squinted his eyes as an attempt to process what's going on. I return his stare not backing down.  
"Best out of 3" he cut in between us, reaching the table and taking his place at the end. 
Geralt served the ball, bouncing once and I tapped it lightly dancing in the air between us. Until falling on my side. 
"ugh" I grunted missing the ball again, he chuckled at my failing attempt. I have the urge to wipe that smug off his face. C'mon Jaye- i mean Alexa, you can do it with that thought in mind, I refocus back on the game. 
The ball got served, bounced, dropped and I lost.
"Best out 5?" I announced and he nodded in agreement. I paid Richies at the counter handing him my last five dollar bill. 
By the 4th round I was panting, sweating around my forehead and pits. I took a glance at Geralt- fresh face probably smelling clean like an Irish Spring bar soap. I wanted to sniff the crook of his neck to confirm it but, that'd be weird.  Stop thinking silly thoughts, focus on winning.
"You ok there hamster" He called me and served the ball to me.
"My name.. is not hamster" 
"Okay guys, it's getting late. I have to go home. Jaye you coming?" Camila's abrupt interruption startled me that I missed the ball losing the match again. 
"Yeah you're right let's head out. Congratulations, you won, this round. But the match it not over!" I yelled to him.
"If you say so. They don't call me the champion for no reason " He said casually playing with the ball bouncing it on the racket effortless. 
I balled my fists, choosing to ignore him. I'm competitive as hell and I hate losing. That's it, I'll come back tomorrow and practice until I'm in good shape and will call for a rematch. A car honk brought my attention back to reality that the driver is waiting for us.
" My ride's here. Coming Jaye? or do you want to stay with Player X for awhile" She wiggled her eyebrows at us. 
"uh nope" I responded with a disgusted face. 
"yeah because If she stays one more second, she would lose more than five bucks," Geralt said as we walked out of the arcade. Camila giggled, grabbing my hand to stop me from going back and possibly punching that cocky smile.

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