Late into the night after preparing dinner and taking care of her usual work around the house, Audrey walked to the front of her mirror after she had dressed in a red, sequin, backless dress shortly after she took her bath. It had been so long since she had taken the time to dress up to feel beautiful, the same way she usually did when she was not yet tied to her loveless marriage.She smoothed down the sleek fabric of her dress that accentuated her figure, and fastened a pair of earrings to her ears, as well as a bracelet to her wrist, while gazing at herself even more. Carefully, she sat in front of her dresser and began to apply makeup on her face as she perfected the foundation, concealer, blush, and blood-red lipstick that ran across her heart-shaped lips, baking her face into a perfect radiance. With a deep breath, she picked up her brush and hair straightener, as she began to work on her hair, carefully styling it into loose waves until it framed her face perfectly. And as
Marcel insisted on settling both their tabs when they were about to leave, and allowed her to walk before him as they strutted out of the bar together almost at the same pace, looking like stunning couples that had come in together to have the best time of their lives. The city lights twinkled around them as they strolled down the street, their hands brushing occasionally, with Audrey's heart almost exploding out on the spot, as a flutter of excitement that she hadn't experienced in a long time began to build in her heart. She felt a connection with Marcel that she hadn't felt in years, and she was eager to see where it would lead. It had been so long since she felt that way after her high school sweetheart, before she was married to Andre, and everything about her pleasure as a woman ended. They reached a quiet corner where a sleek, black Bentley was packed, and Marcel suddenly turned to her, his orbs boring deep into her like an enchantment, “I had a great time tonight, Audrey. D
Zoe's eyelids suddenly fluttered open and her head, which was dangling slightly, throbbed with a dull ache, as she raised it up to full length, her eyes, which were blurred, suddenly became more sharp and attentive. She tried to move instantly with the aim of scratching the itch she felt on her face, still disoriented a bit, only to find out that her limbs were restrained, and that her wrists and ankles were bound tightly to a cold, metal chair. Panic surged through her veins, and she struggled against the bonds which only tightened with every wiggle and struggle, her memories taking her back to the last thing she remembered from the previous night. ‘Yes! That was it! Someone had covered her mouth and knocked her into unconsciousness,’ she suddenly realized, as she gasped for sure in shock of the reality that just hit her. She looked around instantly to see if there was anyone, but soon figured out that she seemed to be left alone in the vast amount of space that felt like an aban
The faint light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room as Audrey suddenly stirred awake, her eyes flickering open in an instant. She felt body soreness as she tried to stretch, while trying to be fully conscious of her environment. For a few seconds, she remained fixated on that spot, her eyes gazing at the ceiling of the room, as the memories of the previous night flooded her memories. How she met Marcel, the guy from the elevator, how they started talking and enjoyed each other's company, and how she followed him home in the end. Her heart skipped a beat the more she remembered how things had played between them after their ferocious kiss at the door, her cheeks turning red at the mere thought of it. She pinched her lower lip with her teeth the more she remembered it. How he planted spine-curling kisses on every part of her body, leaving no area unturned, tingled and stimulated her sensitive mounds and folds with his tongues, lips, and hot brea
“So you are trying to say you are going to kill me, right?” Zoe questioned further, her gaze still unwavering, even if she was terrified now, “What do you get out of it?” She wanted to know. “And how is that any of your business?” The man standing before her retorted sharply, causing her heart to quiver instantly. “How much were you paid? And if you are going to kill me, at least you can tell me the name of the person that sent you. So that I can come back as a ghost and haunt them,” Her eyes scanned around briefly to see if there were agents that could be used to carry out her killing process. “Now, that, young miss, is private information,” he answered, still musing that she was not begging for her life just when he talked about killing her. “Can I at least get a hint about the amount? Know if it is worth the price of killing someone like me?” Zoe proved further, hoping that she might at least be able to buy them out because that seemed like the only way. There was definitely
Several days had passed and things had been quiet around the Meyers mansion more than usual, except for the extravagant plans that had been put in place and were being set up for Irina's birthday, which was coming up soon. Amid the endless preparations that had begun in the early hours of the morning, going on in every part of the mansion, Ivy walked through the grand halls of the mansion, her heels clicking softly against the polished marble floors. Her eyes watched as servants moved briskly through the mansion, arranging lavish floral displays, and hanging intricate large-tier chandeliers to change every interior in the mansion, hanging golden fondant and edible pearls. She sauntered carefully through the hallway and made her way to Isla's room instantly, the bothersome issue in her heart, engulfing her into restlessness in ways that she was unable to hold her curiosity any longer. Pushing the door open gently, Ivy stepped inside Isla's room, her eyes taking notice of the
Malcolm stood at the edge of the bed in the large deluxe room, his heart heavy with an unbearable weight as he watched her lying there, unconscious and pale against the white sheets, with different kinds of tubes connected to her from the life machines that beeped slowly beside the bed. His eyes traced the contours of Zoe's facial features with so much pain in her heart, and he felt a pang of longing mixed with an overwhelming sense of guilt. His eyes were clouded with an unbearable sadness, and he couldn't bear the cold silence that permeated the ambiance of the room while she laid there. He moved closer to her, and gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, his fingers trembling as they touched her ashen skin. Her face was marred by the deep bruises and cuts that had yet to heal from the beatings, as well as the ones that were around her wrists and ankles caused by the bounds. The swelling around her eyes seemed to have lessened in size, but still had the light black-purple d
Audrey has been the most distressed about Zoe's sudden absence from the mansion for the past days, and had been endlessly worried with guilt gnawing into her heart, that she was the reason Zoe suddenly left without telling anyone. Tears welled in her eyes with profound sadness suffocating her so much, the more she remembered that she had lost everything and the one person that she could always count on.Without shame, she had sent several messages to Zoe and begged for forgiveness, even if she knew that she could not be forgiven for all that she had done. She knew that she had risked the only fruitful relationship that she could ever have in her life, by sticking to the bidding of the Meyers who cared less about her. She had endured their cruelty for weeks and spent crying alone in her room, even if that was less compared to the psychological abuse she had ensured for the past years of being married to their family. ‘And now, she was free. Free from their control, their venomous wo