The Devil's Good Girl-Chapter 268: Filomena

Initially, Fil’s mind was a little fuzzy with the sudden pain in her head. But now that she continued her discussion with Jackson, everything slowly became clear.

This already happened, or perhaps she had seen this happen. This exact same conversation and even Jackson’s actions were the same. Fil would never mistake this.

"Jack... I think something’s wrong with me."

Worried, Jackson quickly rose from his seat and came to her side. "What’s wrong?"

"I... don’t know," she said in confusion, gazing up at him. "But I think I just had a deja vu, a very distinct and clear one. If not, then I probably just return in time — I don’t know, but this already happened."

Deja vu?

"Okay, Fil." Jackson dragged the chair near her and sat down. "You’re scaring me a bit. What do you mean?"

Fil felt another headache, but she took a deep breath. Jackson held her hand to keep them from shaking. She seemed very scared and confused, and he knew these emotions weren’t from unfounded reasons.

"I just now..." Fil pinched the bridge of her nose, fighting the pain striking her head. She endured it and looked up at him. Holding his hand, she spoke solemnly and clearly.

"Jack, I just saw... Michael die," she sounded like she was cursing Michael, but Fil had to say it. "I called him today, and we decided to meet. I asked for your permission and then you agreed, telling me what you just told me."

"The next day, I tagged along with Kenzo and Elise. We even talked about these weird things and then they dropped me off at the restaurant. While I was waiting for Michael, a truck suddenly..." Fil paused as she covered her lips, unable to stop herself from remembering the pain she felt. "A truck suddenly ran him over... and I had to watch him die."

Tears coated her eyes and she eventually couldn’t contain them. She still felt the pain, as if she was still in that very situation.

Jackson carefully pulled her into his arms to calm her down. He was out of words and could only stroke her back. He tried to sense if there was something off in the surroundings, but there was none. The air was clear and there wasn’t any evil aura in the vicinity.

This only left him with one conclusion.

Jackson gazed down at her and his teeth clenched. ’Is she... regaining not just her memories, but also... her abilities?’ fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

The thought brought him mixed emotions. Not long ago, Fil would constantly wake up from nightmares or sleep with her eyes open. It took a while for that to stop, but he still couldn’t take it away from his mind. Only when Fil started to feel better did he relax a little.

But this time, she wasn’t even sleeping. They were just talking. She only paused for a few seconds but for her, the night had already gone by, and saw what happened.

How would he explain this?

Jackson remained quiet until she was able to calm down. Releasing her from his embrace, his eyes softened at her now swollen eyes.

"I think... I’m going crazy," she said weakly as if this was enough to scare her. "Tell me, Jack. This is deja vu, right? I’m not going crazy, right?"

At this point, she wanted reassurance.

Not long ago, Fil got so startled and mistook a mannequin for Kim. And now, this. If no one would tell her she was fine, she might start to believe her sanity was breaking.

Jackson still remained quiet and just stared at her. She tugged his hand, lips pursed, eyes seeking reassurance.

"Jack... why are you not saying anything?" her voice was laced with desperation. "Please say something... or is this another dream?"

"It’s not." Jackson sighed and clasped her hand, looking her deep in the eye. "Fil, I think... I should tell you everything."

"Huh?"

Hesitation flickered across his eyes. If his theory was correct, it was best if she knew about it beforehand. Jackson didn’t plan to come clean because he thought it would only make things complicated. The Filomena now and who she was in her past lifetimes were human. Although he didn’t like keeping her in the dark, he was afraid this darkness might consume her in the future. Hence, he wanted to shed some light... even though the truth was dark.

With everything that was going on — Fil having these nightmares and visions, Quentin still on the loose, and Kim’s disappearance — he was afraid he might end up failing her. Again.

"But before that, should we confirm this?" he asked, making her brows elevate. "You said you saw Michael die. I will go and confirm it."

Relief shone on her face upon hearing this. "You believe me?"

"Of course." He nodded while squeezing her hand. "So, I’ll meet him in your meeting place. Can I do that?"

The relief in her eyes quickly disappeared. Fil shook her head, terrified. "What if the truck gets him?"

"I will set up some security measures." He nodded, trying to force out a smile. "I won’t let that happen. Can you trust me, Fil?"

She always trusted him with everything. However, at this moment, she couldn’t simply put aside her reluctance.

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[FLASHBACK]

Standing in front of the crown prince’s chancery, Latrice gazed up at the wide door. Her eyes swirled with regret, secretly clenching her teeth.

Why did she trust a human to keep his word? She wondered and immediately got the answer.

Jackson.

Jackson was not like Quentin. He was a man of his word, a man with integrity, and a foolish man with a pure heart. Despite the scorn he often received, he never held a grudge against anyone, and despite being the imperial family’s war dog, he respected his enemies’s reason to fight.

He never liked going to war, but for the people, someone had to sully their hands.

Latrice closed her eyes ever so slowly and took a deep breath. She could feel something scratching her from within as if trying to get out of her skin.

"Filomena," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "He... hurt me."

The scathing pain under her skin intensified as her entire body felt like it was burning. Letting the monster within her take control, Latrice opened her eyes. The natural softness in them disappeared, replaced with a layer of frost.

Latrice curled up her lips as she studied her delicate arms and beautiful dress. When she fluttered her sharp eyes on the door, a glint flickered across them.

She placed a hand on the door, pushing it as she stepped into the room.

Quentin was behind the wide desk and raised his head upon hearing the creak of the door. Seeing Latrice, he pushed himself up and walked around the desk.

"So, I guess you’ve heard," he explained while she sauntered in his direction. "I know we have an agreement, but it couldn’t be helped. The forces from that small kingdom proved they couldn’t be underestimated. Without the duke, their morale continuously grows."

"Latrice, I ..." Quentin trailed off because Latrice just walked past him. His brows knitted as he frowned. But before he could look back at her, she spoke.

"Don’t move, prince." Her voice didn’t carry the usual delicateness. If anything, there was this oozing nonchalance, but her next words were cold and arrogant. "Unless you want your head to fall off, be my guest."

"What are you —" Quentin looked back and, as he did so, twisted his neck.

However, just his eyes landed on her seated behind the desk, a very thin and neat line appeared around his neck before blood dripped down from it. Before Quentin knew it, he felt his body fall.

Moments ago, she had to gaze up at him. But now, all he could do was watch how her eyes slowly fall while maintaining eye contact.

And just like that, his body fell on the floor with a thud and his head rolled over to her feet.