A week passed and things seemed to be going well for Tristan and Joyce. The woman was elated at the thought that she had gotten Tristan all for herself.
Most of the time, she’s in his office, dragging him out for coffee or some snack. And Joyce would always feel ecstatic whenever he went along with her, without refusal at all.
After office hours, she’d pick him up so that he could drive her home. It may be weird, but for Joyce, it’s her standard in a relationship.
However, unbeknownst to her, Tristan would take a detour after dropping her at her apartment. Without her knowing, the man she’s head over heels for is madly in love with someone else.
Eventually, one day, she called the man to let him know she was on her way to the De Clarion Empire. To her surprise, Tristan refused. For the first time in the past two weeks, he turned her down.
Tristan told her that he needed to visit his grandfather, as he wasn’t feeling well the past few days. Since it involved the old De Clarion, she let him go without second thoughts. Getting close to the old man was part of her plan anyway.
From the mall, Joyce went straight home while Tristan called Jacob to drive him off to the villa. He’s been wanting to see Belle for days now and this is the first time he’ll see her again in two weeks.
As soon as he stepped out of the car, he rushed to the woman who opened the door of the villa for them and gave her a tight hug. Kissing her lips and lightly lifting her from the floor, Tristan only let go when he heard Frederick clearing his throat.
The young CEO was surprised to see his old man, John, and three housekeepers talking. It’s as if they’re discussing something important and he’s interrupting.
Belle couldn’t stop herself from giggling when she saw how Tristan’s face turned crimson in embarrassment. The man creased his brows at her but she couldn’t straighten her face.
To no avail, Tristan just walked past her and kissed the old man’s hand before turning to John. “What is going on here?” he asked to divert their attention.
Clearing his throat, Frederick gestured for the couple to sit down. “We were just talking about what happened,” he told the young man.
Tristan glanced at Belle and then back to the old man, forehead creased with his lips pressed in a thin line. “There’s no use talking about that. It will just ruin everyone’s mood.”
But what he said fell on deaf ears. As soon as he shut up, John restarted the conversation about Joyce. They continued discussing Tristan’s plans as if he was not there.
As the rest of the crowd got immersed in their conversation, Tristan took Belle’s hand and pulled her up. They sneaked on them and headed straight upstairs.
Frederick glanced and saw what was happening, but he could only giggle. Feigning innocence as to what his grandson did, he continued talking to John and the others.
“I missed you…” Tristan hugged Belle’s waist as they got inside the room where Belle was staying. Pulling her closer, he planted a kiss on her forehead.
“I missed you too…”
“I hope this will all be over soon so we can be together all the time,” the man smiled, caressing the woman’s cheek with the back of his hand.
Belle hugged him before planting a kiss on his neck. “Teaser!” Tristan whispered before leading the woman to bed.
Tristan laid her down and Belle didn’t even show an inch of resistance. The man starts kissing her and it deepens until they both succumb to their longing for one another.
Joyce, on the other hand, was lounging on her couch while checking her phone. She was startled when it started ringing as she was busy checking her social accounts.
“Yes?” she snapped after hearing Vernice’s voice on the other line.
“What are you doing right now?” her so-called friend pried.
“Just lying on the couch, drinking wine, you know, passing time.”
Vernice chuckled sarcastically, “Yeah right, passing time. And while you’re passing time, what do you think the love of your life is doing?” she inquired.
“What do you mean? Tristan went to the villa to visit his grandfather,” Joyce responded before sipping from her glass of wine.
“Visiting his grandfather? Or visiting Juliet?” Vernice laughed.
Joyce bit the tip of the glass, breaking it and wounding her lip. “What do you mean?” she sneered, ignoring the blood flowing from the slit on her lower lip.
“He’s there!” the woman exclaimed. “I was passing by the villa and saw Tristan’s car coming in, so I stopped right outside. He jumped out of the car and sprinted towards the door and Juliet opened it for your Romeo!”
It was a long moment of silence before Vernice heard a crashing sound in the background. “Hey? What happened?” she asked but was answered by a beeping tone.
Joyce was furious. She trashed her whole apartment right after ending the call with her friend. Even the huge fridge was tipped over because of her rage.
In the middle of her outburst, she recalled something. Joyce rushed to her bedroom and opened the secret stash in her cabinet.
After that, she ran out of the apartment and headed to the parking lot, barefooted. The screeching sound of tires could be heard from miles away. It was deafening.
Joyce is heading to the villa where her Romeo is with the real Juliet. She can’t believe that Tristan was just playing with her. It broke her heart to know that he was not sincere with her.
She hit the break as soon as she reached the villa’s gate. From next to her seat, she pulled something before stepping out of her car.
Walking toward the side of the villa, she pointed the gun at one of the windows and pulled the trigger three times. The sound of gunfire echoed throughout the entire neighborhood.
After what she did, Joyce rushed to her car and sped away. She made sure no one would see her, wanting to do a perfect crime.
Startled because of the gunshots, Tristan and Belle run out of the guestroom, awoken from their sleep. In the hallway, John and Joseph were there too.
They all rushed into Frederick’s room and saw the man staring out of the window, looking down. “Grandpa! What happened?” Tristan asked, his voice shaking.
Frederick slowly shook his head before sitting on the edge of his bed. “I think Joyce knew Belle was here and that you’re here too,” the old man replied.
The crowd looked at one another, obviously perturbed. Tristan pulled Belle closer to him, resting his arm on her shoulder.
“Should we call the police?” John asked.
“No, It’s time we dealt with this,” Tristan responded.