Prologue

Death is a dear companion to life, whether a human like it or not we are here for many purposes. Nevertheless, man's purpose is apt to be money and authority. Precise a person might be born inferior to that high stand, but do hope to have a promising life.

Due to how the world oppressed the inferior.

She is willing to step on those who think of such logic to get her hand on what she wants, even if it's a deranged sinner.

'Of course... That's what I always deemed.'

The world has become precarious. Naught, to be specific, it was the man in her sight that caused so to her world. The lady's vision blurred while her motionless body that stand by since a few minutes ago, she turn on the light to her home missteps back eventually.

The woman begins shaking her head as if she had seen a ghost for the first time in her life, with her body trembling the lady's mouth opened to utter a word, yet whatever she was considering to be able to put the word into never come out.

"What's the matter, Carole?"

Carole Rowan open her eyes wide and inhaled sharply, her body which was trembling since the moment becomes even worst the time her eye found themselves only to the man's dead gaze with his mouth slowly curled up in a small smile, enunciating a word to her.

'Damn.'

She surges inward, immediately throwing the plastic bag held in her hand throughout the beginning, Carole swiftly her body reacting as fast as she can to run out from the door. Unfortunately, it was too late. For she can't consider escaping no more when a man stood against the door, his hand tightly on the doorknob.

"Go back!" Carole swallowed down in eyes of disbelief at the man who held a pistol in his other hand pointing at her.

'Is he planning to kill me?" She asks inwardly, her view only on the gun with a silencer.

'Or...' Skepticism, Carole refused to guess the man will truly kill her instead of retreating, she took another step onward, gritting her teeth her action paused suddenly.

Pweet—

It was the sound of a bullet that gazed at her cheek quickly when her footsteps stepped forward. Witnessing the man's scared utterance wasn't a lie or threat to her, but will shoot and kill her in a wink, a cold sweat rolled down her backbone.

Carole gradually turned to the man sitting on the sofa, initially still watching in boredom at her. The young lady sighed, her hand running through her hair she tries to calm down in her mind and thought to think of a path to please the fella.

Regardless, her body froze for some reason, her brain wasn't functioning in the direction she could find an escape and the sole idea was to use the child in the man's arms.

Still, how can she call herself a mother if she does so to her blood?

"You know your plan will never go as you desire, right?" Carole calmly talks to the man staring, unconsciously swallowing down a mouthful of saliva for the second time in apprehension fully figuring out her words depend on her life. Especially if she wants to play a fool in this circumstance, her deceit would work again after years.

The man's legs raised and folded to the tea table close to him, then leaned back lazily, looking at the woman altering from ennui to guile-less fun and inquired "What do you think, I plan to desire?"

Though the fella barely asked lightly, the way his detachment and demeanor were shown to each person by the man's side how he regard the world around him; in a complex and refined manner.

Carole glanced at the standing man at the door, then at the other three neat suit men inside her house, the men's heads were heads-up not in the right to mind the situation, nothing less the sign to verify they truly are normal bodyguards even if it wasn't what she needed to look out for.

"I will give you what you want, send your men out." The period Carole declared her word, she walks to the man, and carefully added, "Send your men out."

The fella was stunned and raised his eyebrows slightly, he glanced at the man behind her similarly giving the same look at her "I have no intention of doing you a favor, who knows what you may do to me."

"Carole, letting my guard down, tells me, you will kill me for the second time."

"I wouldn't!"

Why would she in such a crisis?

"You didn't resist yourself." He forwardly remarks.

A silence falls between them in the room as they remembered what happened between them in those years.

You need just a slight loophole for a way to kill.

"Forget that, let me ask for one answer." He stands up, handing the baby in care to one of the men who stood near him, different from the rest four.

"Why?"

He inquired footing her, he standstill, simply an inch from the woman.

With a condescending sneer, Carole takes a step to the final small opening that gives her space to breathe from the man.

"Why do you say because it's you, you, and all you." Said, boldly, her forefinger pushing deep at the fellow chest.

"Is it that hard to accept me?" He weakly queries.

However, his next action differs from perspective, in one instant he grabbed her slender neck. The hand clutched the delicate back of her neck, his finger tighten pulling her face to his, the eyes gleaming with conspiracy and craving.

A chill delightful smirk appears, in the sight notice the woman gasps in shock.

"Carole, a bitter truth to that brain of yours, I am not Mack Sean I truly will snap your neck right now without a care of the ground you are standing on."

His gaze opens with a focus and seems to be studying every subtle change in her expression, "Don't misjudge the impression, I am letting you breathe."

His whispers drowned in ambiguous and humid breath, He's voice full of lingering truth. He pulls her face closer to his invariant, being on her tiptoe Carole clung to his arm.

"Put it in you!" While she didn't know where the gun come from, Carole felt the muzzle of the gun on her lips, rubbing her lips cruelly, like an enticement.

All Carole can do is accept it in his logic.

She stretches her hand to the gun, all opening her mouth in boldness, she intrudes the gun into her mouth.

"Haa-"

He exhales, sneering, "You truly are driving me crazy even with a gun in you, Heart!."

In the gazes staring at her in mixed emotions, Carole's eyes flicker in a grin.

After all, playing a game of beast and prey depends on the one with the fangs and claws. Now or heretofore.

Please 'Be Beguile.'