The hairs on my body stood at attention, I wasn't expecting this, not even in the slightest bit. “You know, I warned you, I didn't even do it once, which is on like me. I usually do it once and that's it. But with you, I did it more than once. It is obvious you're a stubborn little pest. You proved adamant, testing my not so big patience”. She laughs humorlessly.“The thing with stubborn pests is that they get destroyed, killed even”. She takes a step closer to me and I take one of my own back. We do this till I have nowhere to move to. Due to her heels she looks taller and intimidating. “Your marriage to Gregory didn't bother me much since it didn't put a dent in our relationship, but as time went on, your stupid little self took his attention away from me, you see, I don't quite like it when attention is taken from me. He has his sole attention on you and that baby and I don't like it. Even at events he ignores me all because of you”. Her blue eyes gaze into my hazel ones with so
Oliver looked at my deplorable state with a raised eyebrow and it reminded me of his boss. “Damn my life”.“What happened Mrs Williams” he wastes no time with the question, his expression turning rigid.“Nothing, I just had a little accident”. His face gives him away, he doesn't believe me. “Ma'am with all due respect, I'm not sure I believe you”. My heart rate skyrockets at his Lazer detection ability. I try to laugh it out but it comes out more like a choked sound. Rosie doesn't even bother backing me up. She just stared between me and Oliver, closing watching our interactions if I would fold and tell the truth.“I'm telling the truth, it was an accident, you don't need to think about it too much”. The lie fell out of my mouth like always . Hiding my abuser because I'm scared.“Ma'am you need to tell me when things go wrong, I wouldn't know what line of action to take if you keep things from me. And if the boss asks I wouldn't know what to say so please ma'am, what happened”.“Not
When I was little my dad adored me. He would always tell me how much he loved me and mom. He told me stories about how he met mom and how they started dating and in no time they were married and they had me. Dad would always say that whoever I was going to marry would adore me, love me, cherish everything that comes with me. He told me my love wasn't going to be basic, it would be special, breathtaking, Nothing like he had ever shown me. He promised me it would be so much more. That my heart was gonna sing when my better half walked into a room and my eyes were going to light up. And even when time had passed on we were going to share a friendship so deep and strong that nothing from the outside was going to shake it. I believed him you know, I believed every word he told me not just because he said them but because I saw mum and him. I saw the twinkle in both their eyes when one person would enter a room. They had their couples fight but they always had that deep friendship that co
The night was really planned out by my husband. Now we sit in the living area cuddling up and watching a movie. I can't even concentrate on the movie because of our position. My body is so aware of his. That I can not move as much. We are seated on the floor and he is behind me, my back to his chest and his hands are loosely wrapped around my body. His heart is the only sound my ears can concentrate on. The beating is in a regular relaxed pattern not like mine, which makes me pray he can't hear mine the way I hear his. At some point his index finger makes circulation motions on my belly resulting in goosebumps. If anyone asks me the movie we are seeing, to be really honest I wouldn't know what to say because my whole attention is on how our bodies fit so perfectly. “What would you like for me to get for you when I get back”. His voice vibrates through me.“You really don't have to” is my weak response.“What do you want, little bird”. His voice is more firm.“Anything is fine”. “Hm
Gregory left three days ago and he calls me every day to speak to me and ask me how things are. And in all our time sleeping together he has never left my side. This is his first time going on a trip without me. A trip that he isn't really sure when he'll be back. I know he said he'll be back in two weeks time but he also said it might take longer. I've missed him, I've missed his warmth on our bed. How he'll hold me close, I've missed how he'd give me a massage when I needed it. I've missed how his voice would brush against my skin when he would speak so close. Oh how I've missed him. I've gotten addicted to his smell, his touch, his voice near me and his very presence. You know how a drug addict can't do without their drug?I think I've gotten to that extent without even realising it. The only thing that has made me realise it is his departure. Sometimes I sleep with his shirt on to get his pine wood smell on me. I know it's insane but there's no helping it. I'm not sure but I think
“Few seconds ago you looked like you had seen a ghost, we both called your name and you did not respond, I had to shake you for you to come out of whatever trance you were in”. Rosie informs me worriedly.“Nothing of that sort, I just remembered something”. She looks at me quizzically.“Whatever you remembered must be something unpleasant then”. She brings her head towards me.“what is really going on?” She whispers to me in a bid to make whatever she is saying not heard by others.“Nothing ”. I plaster a fake smile, my hands are shaking slightly but they are not too obvious to someone not looking. “Let's just eat our food guys, enough with the questions”. This is my attempt to steer them from my apparent fear. We begin to eat again but the thing is the fear has stolen my appetite. I have to pretend and force the food down my throat, my prayer right now is to not let too much slip because their eyes are still on me, watching me like hawks.“Hello Miss”. A little boy tugs my dress,
Gregory called me, we spoke for a while but I never mentioned to him about my encounter. I told him everything else aside from the Patrick ordeal. I told him I asked Oliver and Rosie to stay over because I was feeling lonely and scared.He didn't question me, he only wished he could be home to be with me, to make me feel safe.To steer my mind off things, I told him I've started to feel the baby kicking. He was so excited. I've felt those small jabs for a while now but I kept it from him.The first time I felt the movement I was in bed, I never expected it, it was so small but it happened. That was around my fifth week, as the pregnancy progressed I started seeing more and more of that subtle movement, now it's often, stronger and more pronounced.“Why aren't you sleeping yet?”. Rosie mutters beside me.“I just finished speaking to Gregory on the phone, I haven't really settled to sleep”. I responded to her query.“You should sleep, you need all the rest you can get”. She yawns, putti
Oliver dropped Rosie at her apartment before we went home. According to the instructions given to him by Gregory he is to stay with me until the day he returns from his business trip. So we went to the penthouse house together.“ Welcome home ma'am, lunch has been prepared”. Carolina tells me once we enter the penthouse house.“Serve Oliver some food”. I instruct her.“What about you ma'am?”.“Please just bring fruit salad to my room, I don't feel like eating much”. The truth was I didn't feel like eating at all. My body is still in a frenzy. It's certain they all noticed, but they chose to turn a blind eye to it. I appreciate that they didn't say anything about it.Who wouldn't be in a frenzy?, When you finally get to pay your tormentor his money. The money that he brutalised and battered your body for. The money that he almost raped you for, that same money that he threatened your entire bloody existence for.Despite it all, I'm supposed to be elated that the money has been paid but
DENISE'S POVNot long after we woke up did my greatest nightmare walk in. Blood drained from my face and for a split second, my heart forgot to beat.“Patrick”“Why, Hello there sweet peas” his smile broad as a Cheshire cat.“Never thought we would meet in these circumstances, what can I say the Lord is good”. It's sickening, him mentioning the Lord. This brute knows nothing about the Lord.“Now, now, don't be sad, this will only last a few hours and we can be happy. We could even play hide and seek if you like”.He stalks closer to us, no me.“Get away from her you psycho” Luke screams. Patrick pays him no mind as he moves even closer. He raises his hand to graize my temple, I flinch in reaction. “Get your hands away from me”. He laughs heartily at my reaction.“And why would I do that, huh, sweet peas”.“I owe you nothing, I paid all of my debts with interest. So. Get. Your. Hands. Off. Of. Me”. I seeth.“Come on sweet peas”. He draws. “This isn't about debt, this is about how muc
“Dee…” Rosie badges into my room. Luke called, he said he has something to show us. My eyes widen a fraction. “He has figured out something” I murmur. Rosie nods her head frantically at me. I waste no time picking up my bag as we dash out.“Carolina…, we will be back soon”. I hollered at Carolina who was cradling Ivy in her arms.“Ra tat tat” Rosie knocks on Luke's door. There is no answer at first but the second time the door swings open. Luke stands there with an awkward smile that doesn't reach his eyes. He looks kind of nervous. “Come in” he opens the door wider allowing us enter.“Luke are you…” the words are choked shut in my mouth as something hard hits my head. I hear Rosie scream before I black out. The pain at the back of my head is heavy. I try to raise my hand to rub the spot but I can't, my hands are bound.“Ah…” A wave of pain shoots through my head. I blink slowly several times to get the black dots out of my vision.“Ro…..” I call out to my best friend. She is lump
"Target has locked in”. Luke the tech guy tells me on the phone.“This is going to take roughly thirty minutes to one hour. Rosie found a way to get me invited, being Gregory's wife propelled it though. They gave me front row seats but I declined. I opted to sit behind. Sitting behind will keep me away from the prying eyes of Ellie. My eyes are on Ellie the moment she steps in. She's wearing a cream coloured A-cut short gown. She is wearing a black heeled boot to match. She looks good, I won't lie. She greets Peggy Ross. They exchanged pleasantries soon after the show starts. I take subtle glances and I notice how she suddenly feels uneasy after checking her phone. Is she unto us.? Has she found out her phone is about to be tapped. I quickly text luke. He doesn't respond, this gets me worried. My fear bites deeper, my legs bounce on their own accord revealing my anxiety.Ellie puts down her phone focusing on the models as they walk down the runway. I watch her for a long time and
The sad thing about me is I tend to forget too quickly. I forget how he can be and then I get hurt. I need to constantly remember my place. In less than three months I would be gone from this life.My ears perk at the sound of my name. Rosie pokes her head into my room. “Denise” she calls me in a quiet manner. Her eyes stare directly at me as she walks in. “Denise, l knows you are mad at how Gregory reacted towards our suggestion. She sits down on the bed getting comfy. “And just because he says it doesn't mean we are going to stop. You have my full support to pursue this to the very end”. She stretches her hand placing it tenderly on my arms. I wrap my hands around her instantly. Having a friend like Rosie who supports you is a big blessing. “What are we going to do?. We don't have the necessary information to help out”. I detach myself from our hug. “I was banking on our alliance with the guys to get info”. Worry plasters my face as I tell her this.“Don't worry we will figure
Denise's POV: Gregory and Isaiah have been avoiding Rosie and I. Purposefully if I might add. We know the reason they are avoiding us. It's so they don't get to give us details on what's going on with the Ellie thing. They leave the house pretty Early and return late at night. We are asleep when they return and we don't get the needed information. Tonight is going to be different though. Tonight we are not sleeping a wink till they return home and tell us all we need to know. “Dee, I'm not sure I can stay up any longer, my eyes are closing on their own”. Rosie yawns. Her eyes shutting down completely as she yawns. “Common Ro, we need to stay awake if we want to know what's going on.”. Rosie nods her head at me with her eyes still shut. When I look at the clock for the fifth time this night, it shows it's just eleven forty five. I sigh in annoyance knowing any moment from now I'll be falling asleep. I need to stimulate myself in order to stay awake, not just me but Rosie as well.
Denise's POV:Gregory mentioned Ellie has returned to her parents house. She must have figured something was up. I mean it is obvious non of us are home anymore or she is simply evading being caught either way she is out of the house. You would expect us to return hom but we didn't we are still staying in Isaiah's mansion. Isaiah has refused to let Rosie leave as well. I don't blame him though, after the whole incident he wants us to be safe. Not that Gregory's Mansion was not safe but Isaiah's mansion is on another level. The place is surrounded by so much bodyguards that are armed, I mean heavily armed. It's scary sometimes. The men don't look friendly, they all have similar tattoos but it's located on different parts of their body. It makes me wonder what agency Isaiah found such terrifying looking men. Men that have access to such heavy weaponry. Then again he is a billionaire, money can buy alot of things..Rosie and I step into the balcony were Gregory and Isaiah are having a
Denise's POV:Flashes, blood stains, pleas. I jolt up from my sleep breathing heavily. My forehead is covered in sweat despite how cool the room is. “You're awake” Gregory says, stepping out of what I assume to be the bathroom. His voice scared me a little since I wasn't expecting him here. He rushes over to my side. “You look frightened”. He noticed my fear. “I-I had a nightmare. My voice comes out hoarse. Gregory rubs my arms affectionately. “It's just a nightmare you are safe”. I nod my head and he wraps his strong arm around me holding me in a warm embrace. “I made a warm bath for you. Figured you'd be waking up soon”. He kisses me on the forehead, breaking our embrace. “Ivy”. I say. “She's fine she's downstairs with Rosie and Carolina”. Gregory holds my hands to help me out of the bed. I notice that I am still in the clothes I wore yesterday. The site of the dried blood raises bile to my throat. I close my eyes for some seconds to pushing it down. Gregory is patient with me.
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ONE (Anger)Gregory's POV The blood within my veins like molten larva ready to give way, ready to melt these people with my rage. The only thing holding me back is Isaiah and the thought of harming the mother of my child in my blind rage.Isaiah and I move closer. Isaiah takes two precise shot. The shots are faster than I anticipated. Two of the men surrounding Denise fall flat on the ground. The last guy pulls Denise fast, holding her captive by the neck with a gun pressed by the side of her temple. He cannot see us but he is certain of where the bullet came from. Her captors eyes are wide in shock and fear. His expression almost mirrors that of Denise. Hers are rounded in fear of the unknown. I can see her visibly shaking in his hold.“Come out or I'll kill this slut”. He roars, eyes focused on our location.“At the count of three if you don't come out you'll pick up her carcass”.My eyes dart to Isaiah and he has an easy smirk. In this horrible situation m
I turn my head to Rosie and her eyes are round and wide mimicking my own. “shit” I mouth. “Who’s there?”. Someone shouts from inside. The sound of footsteps approached us. My heart is beating faster than I can process. This wasn't how I planned it. I was just going to sneak up on her and find out what she's up to. The sound of a gun being corked is heard and colour drains from Rosie's face. I bet my face mirrors hers “On the count of three we run”. I mouth to Rosie. She nods to my suggestion like an understanding child. “One, two, three, run”. I mouth to her. We both rose, hitting down the cans we hid behind. They have all realised that people were indeed in their territory. Various footsteps are heard as we run; they are after us. “Boom, boom, boom”. Shots are fired at us but luckily we've taken a left. Soon enough I find some men hot on our trail. “Rosie”. I call out to Rosie as we run. She briefly looks back at me before keeping her eyes on her track we need to split up. “what!