THIRD SEQUEL OF THE SINNERS AND SAINTS SERIES!
A lot of time has passed and nothing seems to have changed. Rafael and Olivia are still in an endless battle to preserve their love and romance while Randal's influence gets even stronger.
Yet again, m...
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The buzzing sound filled the entire hallway and stopped the moment Rafael stormed into his house. He had barely bothered to close the door behind him but it closed itself anyway.
He had left the office abruptly the moment Amy had called him and drove like a mad man all the way with his heart racing uncontrollably, feeling like they were pressing on his ribs. He couldn't help himself, after all the things he had heard, he couldn't help but feel afraid. If all Amy had said were true, he had to see for himself, if all she said were true, he wasn't sure how he was ever going to take it.
"Welcome home sir."
Lucy was the first to recognize his presence even though she had to cut her conversation with Tony short to do so. He stopped beside them, turning to the rest of the hallway and watching closely like he was looking for something.
"Hey man," Tony approached him slowly,
"Where are they?" He asked him and then turned to Lucy, totally forgetting that she had just greeted him, he barely responded to Tony either. It was like the world had stopped spinning the moment he had that call, there was only one thing on his mind, and it was to get to them, to Olivia and Grace.
Lucy stepped forward,
"Ma Olivia and Grace are in their rooms now with Miss Amy sir."
He fixed his mobile phone into his pocket and started to hurry as fast as he could to the flight of stairs, and then up them. Rafael increased his pace as he managed to find his way to the left wing of the house, and then his pace slowly reduced when he got to the door. He could hear talking from inside just as he approached the slightly opened door even closer.
His heart beat started to slow down as he gulped hard, the muscles in them tightened as he heard Amy's voice from inside saying somethings he wasn't sure he was paying good attention to hear. He slowly reached for the door knob. It was taking a lot from him, a lot to even reach the door but he did. He exhaled and pushed the door open then he took a step inside and froze just as everyone slowly turned to look at him.
There they were,
The sight of Benita putting on some ointment gently on the swollen bruise on Grace's back was the first thing he saw, and it was what broke him. He could feel how his eyes watered themselves even before he turned to the rest of the crowd in the room, Amy and Olivia. It looked like Benita had helped her cover the small cut on her head with a bandaid pretty well.
He had words, but he didn't know how to ever say them, looking into her eyes, he couldn't help but feel frustrated about everything that had happened, ashamed too. He took a step towards her when-
