252 Conscience (2/2)

”Our plan would be ghosting him again. We need to find out where Francisco is taking his resources now. We are going to start at Eros. Brandy was supposed to be our eye but now that he's gone—I can't rely on a dead man.”

”I will do it.” He can feel Anastasia's dangerous smirk.

”Thanks, mom. We will fix this soon.”

”Don't worry, Gabby. Sabrina will have the revenge she always wanted.”

***

No matter what happened. Ferdinand left the villa and went directly to the grave that they dig and took a DNA sample, bones, teeth and others that they could collect for testing. He stared at the bones—it doesn't seem like his wife to him.

He left the monument to where he saw her. Maybe she's still alive and she just forget them. It's possible but why should it take this long? Ferdinand was obsessed now to find out what happened to his wife but only Sabrina knows.

He continued his investigation and found out that the villa was under Francisco's name. He frowned and get in to his Montero. He leaned his head on his seat. Ferdinand knows that Francisco was in love with his wife. But if Francisco has something to do with what happened years ago.

He has no contact with Francisco, but he has other resources to find out where he is. He must find Francisco. He must know what happened. He clenches his fist. If this was Francisco's doing—from Janine to Marga and then on manipulating them—he will never forgive him.

He watched as they put everything back to where it was. No one should know that he dug up Anastasia's grave. He got out again from his car and pull out flowers from the trunk of the car and put it around. He watched as everyone left, and he stayed there staring at Anastasia's painting.

***

A black sedan pulled out few meters away from Ferdinand's car. He watched as Ferdinand stand there in front of Anastasia's painting. The dear Anastasia look so beautiful in that painting and Ferdinand paint it all by himself. But the funniest thing that happened was—he has no idea that he also fck Anastasia.

He had touch that smooth, fair and flawless skin and had tasted it all. Francisco chuckle as he stare at Ferdinand sulking there. Soon, Ferdinand left and it was his turn to show up in front of Anastasia.

It was already dark, and he told everyone that he can take it. He can be there without anyone attending him. So, he stood there in front of the painting. The lights are dimmed, and the smell of fresh flowers was around. Then suddenly—he smelled Anastasia. Her perfume. He closed his eyes and a hand caress him with a light touch of air on his neck.

”You enjoy fantasizing about me?” That voice. Ferdinand open his eyes. He stiffened, he turn around and found no one there. He saw a woman in white left the monument. He followed her quickly to the woods.

”Ana!”

Then she hid on the big bark of a tree. Although his legs aren't that healed, he almost run just to catch up on her. Then Anastasia show up on him. She giggles.

”You found me.”

Francisco exhales and he smiles. She was meters away from him. She giggled and run away. She looked so young just like before—like she never get old. Francisco run after her but only few steps then he fell on the ground.

”Ana!” He saw as she stopped and walk closer to him. She peeked on him tilting her head.

”Francisco, dear… I will soon see how you will get peeled up alive.” He tried to reach her and then she giggled.

”Oops!” She teased and then she run off. Francisco stood and run after her, but he couldn't find her anymore.

”Anastasia!” He screamed out but only the sound of crickets answered him.