''Revenge is a sweet game but when hate turns to desire, passion, and hunger. Love becomes the most dangerous weapon of all."
Kelvin exhaled deeply before he spoke. Look, Cathy, I care a lot about you and wouldn't want any harm to come to you.
Okay, Catherine nodded; you still haven't answered my question.
A few week back, I noticed you were distanced and, wouldn't open up on what was going on with you.
I got worried so, I decided to dig deeper and that when; I discovered that you were hanging out with Mr Sullivan.
In a stern tone, So; you're saying, you had me followed.
Not exactly, Cathy, he shrugged with a face as long as a fiddle; I meant no harm. I was only looking out for you.
When I found out it was nothing serious; I dropped everything off.
She grim and scowled him with her eyes;
Okay, gesturing with his hands; I admit I went overboard.
I should have waited for you to tell me what was happening, instead of finding things out myself.
I'm truly sorry, please don't get mad at me; Kelvin pleaded.
Catherine quirked her lips and, fixed her eyes on Kelvin but; he could tell she had softened up.
It's fine, I totally understand; she finally spoke and also forced a smile.
But Cathy, you do know Mr. Sullivan is dangerous and can't be trusted?
Yes, I'm aware, Catherine mumbled;
Please be careful whenever you're with him, I understand he is your new boss; but please be careful, Kelvin warned subtly.
I sure will, she murmured and spread out her arms. They hugged tightly.
Goodnight buddy, drive safe; she flashed a smile at him as she got down from his car.
Goodnight, Cathy.
He revved his engine and drove off.
She flew into an old and dusty building. It was covered in cobwebs as she walked inside it.
She got to the middle of the building and stopped.
As she was about to turn and, leave a whirlwind started blowing - raising more dusts from the floor into the air.
Suddenly, a figure appeared as the wind disappeared with his back turned toward her.
Hello!
She called out but he didn't respond nor turned to face her.
Who are you, Mister? She asked as she walked closer to him.
She reached out her hand and, touched him from behind.
In a sudden movement; his head turned and, his body followed.
He looked her in the eyes; his face was pale and, his eyes was sad.
She was terrified.
He stretched out his hands and his face slowly started to change.
She took a step back and, was about to leave; when he finished changing.
She looked at him and, her eyes popped out of their sockets in fear; as he was about to swiftly grab her.
She screamed; Robert! No!
Elena Walter abruptly woke up, panting heavily; she was covered in cold sweat and her hands grasped her silk bed sheets for support.
She hovered her eyes around, but the room was calm; nothing seemed amiss.
Oh! It was just a dream, she muttered;
But her chest throbbed in fear and panic. The dream felt so real, that it clung to her skin like a scene from a horror movie.
She sat up on the bed, her hands trembling as she reached for the drug on her mirror stand.
She grabbed a bottle of water and gulped it into her mouth as she swallowed the pill.
Even with the help of the drug, it still couldn't erase the pain she saw; in the eyes of her husband in the dream from her head.
This dream was becoming too constant and, she needed to find a solution before it succeeded in driving her crazy; she nodded to her thought.
Catherine swayed gracefully into the grand ballroom of the chestnut hotel.
The chandeliers hung high illuminating wealth, power, and luxury.
The ballroom was exquisitely decorated. Its space is filled with the one percent of Los Angeles.
Catherine's red satin dress clung seductively to her body like a second skin, her strap heels blended in well with her dress.
She grabbed a champagne flute from a server's tray, sipping slowly as she plunged her eyes on Sullivan who was upstage.
She wasn't here for a meet and greet, she only came to show her support.
This was Sullivan's first charity auction event- his own little way of giving back to society.
He finished giving his closing remark and the crowd applauded him as he got off the stage.
He looked dashing in his black tuxedo, Catherine admitted; as she moved her finger over the rim of the flute.
She could tell he was making moves to come meet her but a strange lady seemed to be all over him, thereby obstructing him from coming through.
In dismay, she hissed and turned to look the other way.
Sullivan finally escaped her antics and he arrived in front of Catherine.
Look, who we have here; the gorgeous lady in red. He beamed at her; leaned in, and pecked her cheek.
She grinned but was slightly flushed, Your speech was great;
He nodded as he roamed his eyes all over her, you look stunning my queen;
She gleamed up, you look great as well.
He bowed, stretched forth his right hand, and uttered; Grant me the honor to dance with you, My lady in red.
Catherine accepted his request and placed her right hand on his. Together, they headed to the dance floor and waltz in tune with the strings of the instrumentals.
After a few rounds of dance, they headed back to their seat and; a chubby looking man arrived in front of their table talking to Sullivan.
Catherine signaled him with her eyes and muffled, she's off to the restroom.
He nodded and immediately she left.
She got to the restroom, quickly eased herself, and faced the mirror to reapply her lipstick and powder.
She looked at the mirror one last time and, a smile with a flicker of satisfaction at her look; spread across her face.
She was returning back to the ballroom when her eyes caught a glimpse of Sullivan's guest list pinned on a pillar.
She was calmly going through it when her eyes saw a name and her mouth suddenly flung open,
How on earth are they connected?
What is he doing here?
Of all the names to find on this list?
Certainly, not Batista Manuel!