I fished my notebook out of my pocket.'It was you last night?' I wrote before I tossed the notebook to Cane.Cane effortlessly caught the notebook with his right hand and read what I wrote before he nodded his head."Yes, it was me." He replied with an apologetic smile. "I... tend to sleepwalk sometimes. I don't know what's happening at that very moment, so I always check the security feed every morning."A small mischievous smile crawled up his lips."The cameras might have caught you running like there was a ghost chasing after you." He chuckled.Oh, how embarrassing.I was too scared at that moment. My one goal was to run away from the tall figure and make my escape. Cane tossed the notebook back to me."It's best if you avoid taking a walk at night by yourself. The mansion might be safe but it has its own flaws, and sadly, I'm one of them." He warned.I nodded my head as I shoved my notebook and pen in to the front pocket of my hoody.The woman, Amy returned with many dresses dr
Getting ready for the dinner party was hard. All I had to do was put the dress on and tie my hair, which could have only taken a few minutes. But I ended up using an entire hour procrastinating, not wanting to go with Elijah. However, something told me that if I stayed a minute longer, Elijah would come to get me and that would not be a pleasant situation.After I pulled the black dress on, I tied my hair in to a neat bun.I looked at myself through the mirror and made sure that the turtleneck covered my neck well, along with the hideous scar.I slipped the black heels I'd worn to my father's grave and once again looked at myself.I looked pretty plain.From the few glances I've caught of these dinner parties, I've noticed that everyone comes to showoff. Every person I'd seen come to the house were dressed to impress, looking flashy in their expensive dresses and jewelries.With the simple tight dress that reached below my knees, I knew I would be able blend in to the background so w
Elijah Smith...I could feel how nervous Ella was beside me. Everytime someone approached us to have a conversation with me, she would shrink further behind me, trying to get unnoticed by everyone.And to her credit, she did go unnoticed except for when her family members approach.I could tell that she has a very shy nature to her but with how her own sister didn't want her here at the dinner party and how her mother kept shooting her a fake smile, I wondered if she was shy or was just unwanted to the point that she was convinced that she was shy.I've been carefully watching everyone around the hall and I did manage to catch her mother glancing our way. The loving gaze was no longer in her eyes as she stared at Ella from a distance.I could tell that there was a heavy tension between the Williamsons. I've always wondered why I never saw the other twin before Custo passed away.Now, I have an idea that maybe they were just hiding her. Why? That, I do not know. It did manage
Ella Williamson...I kept a strong hold on my phone as I tried not to think about the man standing really close to me.I was still in shock from what happened a few minutes ago.Running in to Elijah in an empty hall was one thing, but getting pressed against the wall was another.I knew Elijah would be mad if I left his side to go see my sister in her room. But she wanted to talk to me and I wanted to hear her out.The risk I took to go see her was all in vein. The explanation Elizabeth gave me didn't make much sense to me. How would having a party in the house upset me to the point that she wanted to hide it from me?I mean, I got married to a man I didn't know just a few hours after our father was buried. How would her engagement upset me more than that?I realized that Elizabeth didn't want to tell me the reason behind her lie and it really bothered me.I would have believed her more if she'd just said that our mother didn't want me at the engagement party.After apologizin
Elijah Smith...I led Ella out of the Williamson's Mansion with her hand in mine.Ella didn't complain as I pulled her out through the front door, which was a surprise. I assumed she would want to stay here much longer.I let go of her hand when we got to the car and unlocked the doors before I hopped in to the driver's seat.I waited for Ella to get in to the car and put her seatbelt on before I fired up the engine.Ella sat tense beside me as I drove away from the Mansion. Her head was turned towards the window, blocking the gorgeous view of her eyes...Wait, what?I glanced at her with a frown before I returned my eyes to the road.Gorgeous was not the word I was aiming at.My phone rang, thankfully distracting me from my thoughts. I tapped the earbud in my right ear to answer the call."Are you out?" Cane asked."Yes." I replied."So, what did you find?" He asked again."Nothing much." I replied."Nothing much? You made me work overtime for nothing much? I had plans tonight
Ella Williamson...I sat tense in front of the man Elijah left me with. The man sat with his eyes planted on me. Even though there was a safe distance between us and there was a large coffee table separating us, the man's presence made me feel really uncomfortable.It was worse than being in the same room as Elijah.The man, thankfully, didn't try to strike any conversations.Looking away from the man, I roamed my eyes around the front room, hoping to distract myself from his gaze.The place was small yet beautiful. It was not at all what I had expected it to be when we were driving through all of those security teams.The man Elijah came to see, Dante, must be very important if he was being protected by all of those men.The house was very homey.The inside was warm and super clean. There was a small kitchen by one corner of the front room and a window opposite from it with a killer view of the night sky. It looked like the perfect place to relax and have a morning coffee or a
I sat at the empty dining table, moving food around the plate as my appetite has been a little low.The image of Elijah's scars have been popping in my head ever since I saw them about a week ago.The pattern and the map the scars created were engraved in my head. In the last week, I've had close to zero interactions with Elijah and Cane, and even Dalinda.I wasn't too sad about not being in the same room as the two men or in the same bed as Elijah. After that one night I definitely felt his arm around me, Elijah hasn't come to bed. And I have to say, I was enjoying a few hours of comfortable sleep.But not having Dalinda around reminded me how lonely I was. The old woman was a very great companion. I loved hearing her talk about the times of her youth.But lately, I've been seeing her for maybe a few minutes before she would suddenly disappear.I glanced over my shoulder towards the open kitchen and watched as Dalinda and her husband Milton had a very hushed conversation. I couldn'
My head was spinning as I looked at the pile of Canvases thrown by the trash at the back of the Mansion.Every single painting I've ever made was thrown near the trash, obvious about to be ridden off.I rushed over to the pile and looked down at the first canvas. It was the final painting I'd made after we got the news about father's accident.It wasn't finished yet and I'd thought about finishing it before I was told I would be marrying a stranger.I followed the thick purple brushes against the canvas with my eyes, tracing the purple paint flowing out of a flipped car.I'd used purple as blood for about six years now because I wasn't able to stand the sight of red.I shifted my eyes to the rest of the different sized canvases, wondering what they were doing here.As I was staring down at the canvases, I saw a small droplet of water hit the purple paint. A frown covered my face before I tiled my head up and stared at the sky.I let out a silent gasp as another droplets fell on my ri