A PURPLE DESIRE

FRANK'S PLAN

"Garry, find another route" Frank's ordered.
Frank's driver drove the car toward his apartment on the upper east side of Quezon City.

As the rain intensified, the sky illuminated with frequent flashes of lightning. The downpour became even more relentless, causing a significant disruption in the flow of traffic on the road. Vehicles were forced to navigate through the challenging conditions, resulting in a noticeable slowdown in their progress.

Frank Guzman stare at the window, mesmerized by the rhythmic dance of raindrops against the glass pane. Until his curiosity piqued, he reached into the depths of his coat pocket, retrieving his sleek smartphone with a sense of purpose. With nimble fingers, he dialed a number, connecting him to the head of his security team.

"I would like some information about Althea Manalo. I want a complete background on her, especially what she has been doing for the past four years. I want a preliminary report tonight,"

The urgency in his voice matched the intensity of the rain outside, as he relayed crucial information and sought reassurance in the face of an impending storm. He ended the call and tried to relax. By the time they reached his apartment, his security chief had gotten him give him the address in Novaliches, Quezon City. He told Frank Guzman that it wasn't in the best area, and it seemed that she lived alone. He would have more details for Frank in the morning.

Upon entering his penthouse, he discovered a meal prepared by his housekeeper, but instead of dining, he opted for a whiskey and headed to the master bedroom, loosening his tie. His appetite wasn't for food, but for vengeance against a stunning redhead whose memory lingered in his mind.

"This time, I will make you suffer!" he even release his anger by saying those words. He didn't want to think of her, or her mouth kissing him, making him crazy as no one else had, ever. Holding the delicate crystal tumbler in his long fingers, he tipped the glass to his lips and downed the amber-colored liquid.

Stepping into the luxurious master bathroom, he effortlessly adjusted the knob of the glass-enclosed shower, instantly enveloping the stall in a cloud of soothing steam. After a refreshing shower, he effortlessly slipped into a comfortable ensemble of jeans and a cozy wool shirt. Making his way to his study, where a crackling fire added warmth to the room, he powered on his laptop. With a quick search, he effortlessly found Lea's address, ensuring he knew exactly where she resided.

Frank Guzman couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia as he scrolled through Lea's Facebook account. Despite her claims of deleting it, he stumbled upon a collection of photos that told a different story. There they were, frozen moments in time, capturing their shared laughter and stolen glances. Frank's heart skipped a beat as he saw himself holding Lea's hand, a genuine smile etched on her face as they enjoyed an ice cream together. Those were the days when he was the one behind the camera, capturing their beautiful memories on Lea's smartphone.

Lost in his thoughts, he found himself seated in front of his laptop, completely unaware of the captivating images displayed on the screen. The hidden files containing memories of him and Lea were opened once again, revealing a snapshot frozen in time. In this intimate moment, her lustrous black hair cascaded around her alluring figure, as she lay sprawled across his bed, her vulnerability exposed. Her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of green, radiated a fiery passion as they roamed over his naked form, igniting a deep longing within him.

Frank's plan was simple - he would make Lea pay for the pain she had caused him. He would use her for his own pleasure, and then, when he had satisfied his desires, he would be the one to walk away, leaving her behind. It was a cruel and vindictive scheme, driven by his wounded pride and the need to regain control. Frank Guzman had once loved her, but now, all that remained was a desire for revenge and a twisted sense of power.

As the train jolted forward, Lea quickly scrambled to find a seat, narrowly avoiding an embarrassing collision with the man seated beside her. Lost in her thoughts about Frank, she failed to notice the bustling crowd of passengers surrounding her, completely absorbed in her own world.

Has the four years changed her that much?

It's been almost five years since then.