I angrily moved the brush across the canvas, painting some random lines as I hoped to see a different image in it in order to save a good canvas from going to waste."What's got you this angry?" I heard Cilvia's voice, and I turned my head around to look at her over my right shoulder."You never sent me a text, so I assumed you were still waiting for Elijah. What happened today?" She asked.Letting out a sigh, I shrugged both of my shoulders and turned back to the canvas."So, Elijah didn't let you in again?" She asked, to which I shook my head.Cilvia walked closer to me and watched as I painted."Don't worry. He'll come around soon enough." Cilvia commented.My hand stopped moving at her words. Would it matter if he comes around after taking all of his time to hurt me with his silence and ignorance?I dropped my paint brush in to the tall cup with water filled half way in it, and walked over to the chair by the window.I pulled out my notebook and pen from my small handbag before I
Elijah Smith...I stood in front of the window of my study, staring out in to the magnificent garden with a glass of liquor in my right hand.I was beating myself up for stupidly believing that Ella had anything to do with the listening device in the pendant necklace she gave me.Sure, I might have taken it off of her hands, but Ella took it from Albert. She was a carrier without even knowing it. Heck, she was the one Albert wanted to wear the pendant so he would be able to listen in when she is around me, but she did him a big favour by giving it to me. Of course, she had no idea what she was doing. All she wanted to do was keep her father's last gift for her alive, and I ended up taking my anger out on her.I let out a sigh as I ran my left hand down my face."You drink too much." I heard Cilvia's voice as she walked in to my study.Of course, everytime I tell her not to come here, she does the absolute opposite."How many times do I have to tell you to stop bothering me?" I ask
Ella Smith...I looked at my reflection through the full length mirror. Cilvia wasn't messing around when she said she wanted to dress me up for tonight's dinner party.She went all out to find a beautiful dress and heels that matched my outfit.The dress was black, and it had golden veins stretching from the bottom to the top. It had a long cut from the bottom right up to my right tie. It showed a lot of skin.Both of the shoulders were low, showing off even more skin. The slightly low cut showed a little cleavage.It was an overall beautiful dress. The one thing I really hated about it was that my neck was exposed.I looked at my neck with narrowed eyes. If Cilvia thought she would send me out there with my neck exposed like this, then she is wrong. I will sneak in to Elijah's room and get a scarf before the dinner party starts.Yes, that's a plan.Cilvia came and stood next to me. She had both of her hands behind her back as she looked at my reflection."You don't look happy." S
Dante sat at the head of the table, just like he did when my grandfather hosted a dinner party at the Williamson's mansion. The only difference was that during my grandfather's dinner party, no one was allowed to sit at the other end of the table. Showing that Dante, was the most powerful one amongst the group.But this time, the other end of the seat was occupied by my husband.I looked to the two ends of the long table and realized something.Dante was very powerful, but it looked looked like he respected Elijah enough to sit at the head of the table with him, then it meant Elijah had a power almost closer to Dante.Dante was more like a guest of honor in Elijah's house, and I was glad I didn't see any power struggle between the two men.The rest of the people around the table took which ever spot they would like. I sat on the first chair that was to the right of Elijah, and Cilvia took the seat from across me, not letting anyone sit near her son.For the outside, she might look li
I stepped closer to the couch at the head and stood in front of Elizabeth. I looked down at her with a strick frown on my face.Elizabeth's smile wavered as she looked up at me.I pulled my right pointing finger and middled finger out and stood them on my other hand's palm, making an inverted 'V'.It was to sign the two words I wanted to say to my sister."Get up." I signed.Elizabeth looked at my hand, and I could tell that she was taken back by my forward advance towards her.She lifted her eyes to me, and the smile completely disappeared from her face.I repeated the action again and signed "Get up."The look of surprise quickly disappeared from her eyes before she shot me a wide smile."Oh please, Ella..." She threw her head back and howled out a laugh. She even slapped my hands away to stop me from signing."There is another seat here. Just go sit there. It's no big deal." She commented with a bright smile.The other wives were looking at us with curiosity. They were all expectin
I carefully watched as Jacopo Nicolo stepped further in to my art studio and looked around. His manner was carefree. Unlike the other men I have seen around tonight, he looked less scary. Despite his tall and muscular figure, the expression on his face made him a little bit more approachable.I guess that is why a lot of woman like him from a distance.But then again, the ones' you never expect might be the dangerous ones'."Wow." Jacopo drew out as he looked around the room with amusement."Elizabeth never told me her twin sister is this talented." He commented before he turned his eyes to me.Jacopo looked at the canvas standing tall in front of me and stepped closer.He looked at the woman with narrowed eyes. I watched as Jacopo tapped his right pointing finger against his lower lip."This woman looks oddly familiar." He commented, before he shrugged his shoulders and turned to look at the rest of the paintings.He stared at the ruined canvases first, before he turned his eyes to
I turned around and waited for Elijah to walk up to me. Crossing my arms over my chest, I waited for him to continue.Elijah let out a sigh."Can't we at least go sit down before we have this talk?" He asked as he looked down at me with soft eyes.I could tell that Elijah really wanted to avoid this conversation. But I wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. So I kept my stance firm and continued to stare at him.I watched as he let out another sigh before he nodded his head."Okay... Fine." He mumbled before he ran his fingers through the dark strands of his hair."Do you remember that pendant necklace you gave me?" He asked.I had only given him one pendant necklace, so I had no problem nodding my head."The meeting I went to that night..." He started before he stopped.Elijah looked like he was trying to find the right words to use. I slightly titled my head to the right as continued to stare at him, and patiently waited until he finished looking for the right words."We w
I walked back in to my art studio and stepped towards the window. I looked down at the beautiful garden lit up with pole lights and the smiling moon.I looked towards the circular sitting area.It's been about five minutes since Elijah walked away from me after telling me that he would wait for me in the garden. I looked around and I frowned when I couldn't see him.Did he change his mind? I wondered before I made it to turn around.But before I could fully turn around, I saw a figure moving in the garden, and I quickly returned my eyes to the window.I watched as Elijah slowly walked out of the house and made his way towards the circular sitting area. There was a glass of liquor in his right hand.He sat down at the circular seat facing towards me before he took a sip from his drink. I silently watched as he reached for his blood red tie and loosened it before he pulled it over his head. His fingers made their way to the very first button of his shirt. He released the first two butt
I felt kisses all over my face.What a great way to wake up in the morning.I pealed my eyes open and glanced at my husband with a smile stretching my lips.Ah, the gorgeous smile on his face made me want to faint. I reached up and tapped my pointing finger on my lips, making Elijah chuckle.He leaned down to press his lips against mine, giving me a sweet good morning kiss."Good morning." He said after he pulled away."Good morning." I whispered in a very small voice.The smile that spread across his face was proof of how right my decision was to go through with the surgery Doctor Morgan recommended.Six months after our beautiful baby girls Violet and Rose had been born, I had decided that it was time for me to go through with the voice box treatment.As always, Elijah was super supportive, as were everyone else in the mansion.Doctor Morgan helped me with the preparations for the surgery while the doctor who would perform it flew in just for my treatment.The old doctor warned me th
I sat tense in the back seat of the car. Elijah had his arms around me as our driver drove us to the court house.Two and a half hours had passed since I helped my husband with his necktie, and the two of us left our mansion.We did eat out just like Elijah had promised we would. I was able to force myself to relax as I was sharing breakfast with my wonderful and attentive husband, but the second I realized that it was time for us to go to the court house, I started getting nervous again.Eating such a large portion of sweet pancakes and a full glass of milk might have been a big mistake because I felt like I was going to throw up.The feeling in my chest almost felt like I was on a scary ride at the amusement park that was shooting me up to the sky before I plummeted down to the ground and then back up to repeat the same process over and over again.It was a very sickening feeling, hence, the need to throw up."Just keep holding on to me, Love. I'm here for you." Elijah said, forcing
Ella Smith...I gently moved both of my hands over my belly, looking at the many flowers in the garden.I had a feeling of dread at the pit of my stomach at the thought of the events that are meant to take place on the very next day.It's been almost a month since Julia came to this mansion to speak to me, and ask to me drop the charges against Elizabeth. At that time, I had no idea what those charged against my twin sister were on the account of how distant and distraught I was for those days.Seeing my mother was extremely hard for me. And listening to her was ten times harder. When Elijah first told me that she was here and that he was having her sent away, something deep inside of me wanted to see her. Somehow, I just knew it would be the last time I would ever see my mother.I wanted to hear her out, not just to close a chapter in my life. There was a dumb hope in my chest that was telling me that my mother was here to apologize and maybe try to mend things. It was stupid
"Send that woman away." I ordered the new gate guard before I hung up the phone.I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. Ella never told me to do anything to her mother, so I wasn't sure how to approach this yet. Should I have Julia meet the same fate as her favorite daughter, or should I have her forced away from the city?With how deep in the ground the Williamson's name was, it wouldn't be that hard to deal with the very last Williamson left in this town.I heard a knock on my door, and I instantly knew it was Ella, on the accounts of how my door was open and Ella would knock to get my attention, while the rest would just call out to get my attention.I looked up and watched as she slowly walked in. I noticed her bump seemed slightly bigger than last week. She's growing every single day.I offered her my hand, which she took the second she was near me. "Who was that?" She signed once she settled on my lap. "You heard me?" I asked, to which she nodded her head. "Both
I stopped the car in front of the widely opened front door. The sky was starting to light up as it was close, or maybe even past five in the morning. I didn't even bother to cut the engine before I pushed the door open and stumbled out of the driver's seat.I ran to the front door and rushed into the hall.I had to stop at how metallic the air smelled. Bodies laid in front of me, some being moved by our men.Kevin was the first one who caught my eyes."What the heck happened here?" I yelled at him. "Elijah..." He called out, ready to explain why there were bodies in and out of the house. But I stopped him, understanding that I couldn't care less about the dead people."Where is my wife?" I quickly asked. In the split second Kevin remained silent, unimaginable thoughts started invading my mind. In that small second, it felt like my life had flashed before my eyes.Kevin sighed."She's in the hall to the dining room. She refused to leave. She's been there for a few hours now." Kevin
Elijah Smith...It was a blood bath.Starting from the point we discovered one of our men dead in the surveillance room, up to the point we fought our way out of the mansion, we were bathing with blood.My shoulder was killing me. I caught the bullet when we first came across the men in the surveillance room, and it was making fighting for our life ten tines harder than it needed to be.The entire Viper mansion was ringing with gun shots. I was concerned for Cane and Connor, as they were the closest to Elliot.Once we killed our way out of the mansion and back into the nasty exit, they stopped following us, which was why we had to get to the car fast so we would be able to return to the mansion to help the twins and the Vipers.All Victor wanted us to do was get his daughter out of the mansion in case he wanted to burn it down, his words, not mine.And we did just that. After taking the girl to our car, we left her there with the getaway driver and the man who was following us before
Ella Smith...Pain exploded on my shoulder. I instinctively dropped to the ground and reached out for my left shoulder.The bullet had grazed me, but it still forced tears to my eyes.I heard Detective Kevin cuss before he shot towards the direction the bullet came from.His gun only had two rounds left, and the second it stopped firing, he stood up to cover me with his body.More shots were fired, and I was afraid the detective might have taken them for me. But one looked over my shoulder, and I saw that the shots fired were coming from the stairs, and Dalinda was the one who had the gun in her hands this time."Get out of there." She called out as Milton rushed past her to help Detective Kevin and I to move to the stairs."Miles." The detective called out before he started running back to the sitting room.The split second we were all distracted, Elizabeth shot at us again.All of us dropped to the floor. Blood spilled down the stairs, and my eyes widened as I looked up to se
Elijah Smith...Cane decided to stay in the surveillance room to keep an eye on everyone, especially Connor and Elliot.I left two men with him and left the surveillance room with Dante and one other man, and we decided to go to the rotting rooms to find Victor's daughter. I shot him a text to let him know that our group was the closest to his daughter and that we were about to help her out, that was so he would be able to focuse on the real task at hand."You really believe this marriage will work?" I whispered to Dante as we started making our way through the halls."It better work. You two are expecting a kid now." Dante replied, forcing me to roll my eyes. "You know damn well whose marriage I'm talking about." I hissed at him."Trust me, Elijah. It will work." Dante finally replied before we came to a stop at a cornor.I looked down at my phone when a low buzz came from it and saw that there was a text from Cane."Two armed men coming your way." Was what Cane sent me.I showe
I didn't want to take my time to think about what I was going to do. I didn't want my hesitation to cost the kid his life.I quickly dropped my eyes to my phone."Miles is goig to the stirs." I wrote down with utmost speed, making spelling errors I couldn't care to check. It didn't matter if my spelling was wrong in the text. All that mattered was that the detective understood what I was trying to say.I looked at the box showing that sitting room. A small light came from the corner, and I could tell that it was the light from the detectives phone. I could see panic on his face when the light gave away his expression.He quickly sent me a text."Stop him." I didn't hesitate for another second.I looked up at the monitor to see where little Miles was. The second I saw that he was getting closer to the hall turning to the stairs, I rushed to the door. Shoving my phone back into my pants, I fumbled with the locks and pulled the door open before I ran to the door of the room.I rushed