He pushed away the soft curtains as he walks quietly towards her. His heart full of the wickedness and anger had doused his flames of love. Love was no more than the devil's play for him.

From his pocket he took out the Persian's knife, and clutched it strongly in his grip. And like Othello, he strides to her room bringing her impending doom.

Roxanne, not realizing of the predicament she was in, continued applying her make ups infront of her mirror. A little more and it would have been done but she stopped. She stops as she looks deeply into the mirror. She stares deeply to look at the sinfully woman who had betrayed every single bit of love and sacrifice that Carlos had given her.

She held up her powder once more to continue and the words of Count Bresco echoing in her mind haunted her. But what she did was for the benefit of them both did it not ,she thought to herself. Almost suddenly tear's rolled down her cheeks and ruined her make-up. But that did not bother her. It was her actions and his feelings that mattered . She cried her heart out and closed her face with her two hands in shame.

But was anyone there to hear?

From behind she heard the lock of her door opened and the knob turned. A man came in and there he stood looking at her composed. In his hand, there was a knife, and on his face, he was no more.