VIIIIIIIIPER!!

Author's Note: Ian's POV

“Hahaha.. I didn't know waking up could be this fun,” Glancing out the window, I see the sun rising despite the forming rain clouds, its light peeking through the grey. “Like the sun shining through clouds, your unwavering brightness prevails.”

I laugh once more, “Hahaha! Finally! The fucking bastard is dead!

Viper said that son of a bitch— “Abel” is dead!

“What now, bitch?! So what if you are stronger than me? I'm the one who is alive!” I really thought I was goner. Feeling the pain of my injuries, I can't help but feel a bit angered. “Such a shame I couldn't kill him myself.”

His corpse is going to be delivered back to Manila. Well, I should move on. I can't possibly keep thinking about that bastard.

However...

“I wonder if this is really the end..”

Thinking about it now, things doesn't seem like to be a coincidence. First, my failed shipment. But there's no one in the police department that have the goods in their custody.

Then that escapee. Viper's right! There's no way that meathead can get out of a maximum prison without help. Plus, he's also accusing me about his daughter. That son of a bitch— accusing me without checking the facts.

“You were being manipulated, bitch!”

There must be a traitor in our ranks. Someone... could it be my boss? No, no, no. My failed shipment also have a negative effect on her.

It must be someone else. Someone that wants my position.

“Phew~” I sigh and wash my face with cold water.

It's not the time to think about this. First, I have to rebuild my own force. I have no one I can use right now. The syndicate also doesn't want to help.

They're testing me.

Fine. I'll fucking win! Because I'm Ian!

「10:30」

“...the mall didn't have any problems within the time you were.. busy.. sir,” my thick ass bitch of a secretary says so.

“So? Should I be glad? If you people do your job properly, then things will naturally flow smoothly.”

Argh. My wounds are aching.

“Sir, are you sure you don't want to stay in the hospital for a bit longer?” this bitch is suddenly acting worried about me. I bet you're like everybody else talking shit about me.

Hmph. Just don't let me hear it, fucking weaklings.

“Stop kissing my ass.”

“I'm not— I'm just—”

“Get out!”

“Sir..” she looks like she wants to say something. “Yes sir. I'll take my leave.”

A moment after the bitch is gone, I begin calling some numbers that might be able to help me with my goon problem.

Should I ask the Sebastien Family for help? Tch. Those arrogant bastards... No way! I'd rather not.

『The number you have dialed is...』

What? I try calling some other number but... none of them are responding.

“What in the—” I have a bad feeling about this.

*Bam!*

The door opens exclusively. My secretary rushes in, “Sir!”

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“What?! Didn't I tell you to leave?”

“B-b-but sir—”

“Bitch, speak properly!”

“S-sir— uh no. Just look at this yourself,” she gives the iPad.

I look at her with irritation, wondering what can get her to behave like this. “!!” But, as soon as I see what's on the screen, my heart leaps a beat.

“Who... What the fuck is this?!” I can't help but stand up in anger and shock. “This can't be... THIS IS CLEARLY EDITED, BITCH!”

*CRASH!*

I throw the fucking device into the wall.

“DON'T JUST STAND THERE AND BE STUPID. HURRY UP! GO FIND SOMEONE TO ERASE IT FROM THE NET!”

“But I don't think that would be poss—”

“SHUT UP! HURRY UP!”

“Y-y-yes sir!”

I fall back to my chair, feeling all my strength leaving my body. I feel dizzy and my vision is getting fuzzy.

I'm panicking!

I look around my office. The golden dragon painting hanging at the right side of the wall— the expensive indoor plant— the aircon— this office chair itself— I feel like they're not very familiar to me anymore.

I gasp, “This... this isn't good... I may lose everything.”

I pick up my phone and begin to call some people but none of them are responding. Fuck!

That video was uploaded last midnight. Yet it spread like a wildfire. Fucking bullshit... I don't remember doing that. I never raped anyone so why is there a video of it?! THAT CAN'T BE ME!

“Phew,” I try to relax my nerves. I can't panic like this. I've dealt with a more life threatening situations, this should be nothing. Yet... WHY IS IT SO HARD TO CALM DOW?!

An hour or so passed, I call my secretary to come to my office. I can't fucking relax. I also don't want to open my social media accounts.

“What's taking you so much time? Is it deleted yet?”

“S-sir... Yes. We pressured the administration of that platform, and they have deleted it.”

“Then why do you not look so good?!”

“!” she flinches. “I... I-I-It's because multiple copies have been made... sir?”

“What the fuck?! Then go and delete it!”

“Sir, we're working on that, but copies just keep popping up.”

“Fuck... get out..” I can't even speak properly anymore. “I said GET OUT!”

*CRASH!*

“Ah— ouch!”

Tch. I threw the fucking stapler at her. She starts bleeding in her forehead.

“Get... get out. I need to think.”

“I...”

What? Don't act pitiful? If you bitches did your job properly, then I wouldn't be in this mess. Fucking useless!

“Bitch, GET OUT!”

“Y-y-yes sir..!” she rushes out immediately.

I sit back down to the chair. I feel like my head is going to explode. I can't think properly. I need to go home.

But it just made me feel worse. I don't feel... I don't feel safe in my own room.

It has already been cleaned up after the mess Abel has left behind.. yet...

What the hell is this? I want to rest but I cannot. Nothing is here. Yet I'm so afraid.

I...

I need to run...

I can't stay here anymore. Wait— No! I didn't do anything. I'm innocent. Someone really wants me to go down. If I run away now, it would mean I'm actually guilty.

BUT I DID NOTHING WRONG!

Fuck...

Calm down.. I just need to appease the media. I need to prove that it wasn't me. I don't even know who that girl is.

I need to know... Maybe I'll find some clue.

Hence, I begin browsing on the internet. At first, I am anxious. But as I keep reading the comments and news about me, I feel... I begin to feel extremely angry.

Fuck them all! What do they know?!

They're nothing compared to me.. yet how are they able to speak shit about me?! Annoying... fucking annoying!

『...a scandal video is currently circulating in the internet. The man has been identified to be Ian Doccia, 31 years old. He is the manager of Dahlia supermall... The CEO of Leo Cosmetics Corp hasn't released a statement yet..』

Shit! I'm dead! That bitch will kill me... The fucking syndicate will kill me... Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! This is bloody mess! What to do??? What the fuck do I do?!

『...further investigation revealed that the victim in the video is the deceased daughter of Abel Iriñia— who is currently being tracked down by the police. He is the prisoner that escaped from the New Bilibid Prison last August 15, 2021; 00:17..』

I...

I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO THAT WOMAN IS... THIS FUCKING ABEL AGAIN... JUST WHAT'S GOING ON...?! FUCK.. WHO... WHO THE HELL IS GOING AGAINST ME?!

I dial Viper's phone number. I need to know. And if someone knows, it would be the Twilight Rose Syndicate.

『The number you have dialed is either unintended or out—』

*CRASH!*

FUCK!

Don't tell me... Did Viper betray me now too? Damn it! I paid you so much! Is this how you treat a client?!

I threw the phone away and it has cracked screen and damaged case, but it still keep on playing the news like as if it's insulting me.

『...Oh.. oh wait. We just received a new information from the police department investigating the case..』

What is it... this time..? I have a really bad feeling...

『..Wait what? Is this real..? I can't believe this.. oh my god... Mr. Doccia, if you're listening, this is just horrible. How could you do this?』

I didn't do it bitch!

『Well.. uh.. anyway, according to the police, they found out that the one that stole Maria's corpse, and vandalized her tombstone is an underling of Mr. Doccia... He has confessed that Mr. Doccia ordered him to dig up the corpse of Maria and hide her. According to this underling, Mr. Doccia wants to lure Mr. Iriñia out from his hiding place...』

What? Wait... what? Isn't it..?

『And... he succeeded. Apparently, Mr. Doccia now has Mr. Iriñia in his hands. Maybe that explains why the police still can't find him until now.』

No!

No! No! No!

Someone is framing me up.. Wait... FUCK. IT'S VIPER. FUCK YOU VIPER! HOW DARE YOU?!

I don't know what's going on but I'm sure Abel is in his hands. What the fuck is he planning? Is he perhaps cooperating with the traitor in my group?

That explains why... I mean, everything is calm for some reason these few days, but all of sudden... a scandal is circulating— then this news... What the fuck... this is orchestrated.. THIS IS CLEARLY PLANNED BY SOMEONE!

VIIIIIIIIPER!!!