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“Do you intend on buying the store?” Dimitri muttered, not looking up from his phone as he looked through his assistant’s messages.
“No,” Ayesha replied.
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but the cart will soon overflow.”
“Your fridge and practically your house is empty.”
“And?” He chuckled.
“We’ll stock you up, and you won’t have to worry about grocery runs for the rest of the month. Maybe even two months.”
“But you’ve gotten everything you wanted to use to cook today?”
“Yes. Indeed.”
He dropped his phone into his jacket and leaned on the hand of the cart to watch her. She intently read the ingredients on the back of a large can. She was crouched at the bottom of the shelf; her dress blanketed her legs, and her purse hung to her side.
She had come over to spend the day with him and enjoy the
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The rains were more forgiving in the morning. It didn't fall with a vengeance like it had all night. Now, there was only a slight drumming on the rooves and floor. Ayesha slipped out of bed quietly to avoid waking Dimitri. She left the room and went around the house, opening the curtains to let in what little sunlight was present. As she waited for some water to boil, she stood in front of the window and watched the rain flirt with the plants in the garden. She intended to start making breakfast but wanted to enjoy the peaceful morning first."Good morning."She turned with a smile to greet Sofia. "Morning. How did you sleep?""Fine.""Tea?""Ach. Sorry, I am a coffee girl through and through. And I am guessing Dimitri still has none of those lying around.""Unfortunately, no.""Don't worry about me. I have caused enough trouble." Sofia laughed and seated herself on one of the stools. Before Ayesha could assure her there was no troubl
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"So... you are a... you are a... princ... princess?""Yes."Joseph covered his mouth with his hand and nodded. Ayesha sat on the floor, watching him as he tried to understand her story. It wasn't an easy decision, but she wanted to start some reconciliation with her past. Joseph had been with her since she ran away years ago, and she never got around to telling him the truth about where she escaped from. She allowed him to think whatever he wanted, but since Dimitri knew the truth, she wanted to share it with him, too.He was family to her. He had become a brother to her, and she wanted their relationship to be complete."How old are you?"She chortled. "I am twenty-six.""You escaped around ten years ago. How did you get your new name and everything.""My sister-in-law took care of that. She has been like a mother to me since my brother died, and she couldn't watch what my parents were doing to me. They locked me up, and she decided
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Dimitri steered the car into the driveway of the apartment complex. It was still early in the evening. After a whole day had passed, he made some time to drive out and return Ayesha's bag to her. He had looked into it to find a way to identify her and was lucky enough to find her ID. Dimitri was sure it would make finding her easier. He parked in a decent spot. He got down from the car, holding her bag at his side. “Good evening.” He greeted the man at the desk. “I am looking for someone who lives in this building. Ayesha Hansley. Average height, shoulder-length dark hair, tanned, has an accent. I believe she shares the apartment with someone.” He searched for the details on his computer. “Yes, she is a resident here. Are you family?” “No. We met sometime back, but she left some personal items with me. I want to return them to her.” “Can I see some ID, please?” Dimitri reached into his pocket to dig out his wallet. He handed over his driver's license. “Alright. I’ll call and see
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The water was cold, and her teeth chattered violently while she tried to swim to a safe place. Blood leaked out of her arm into the surrounding water. Her body couldn't take it anymore, but she needed to survive. She couldn't see anyone else in the water. Hopefully, no one followed her in. But she couldn't be sure of that. She swam and swam until strength left her. Her muscles grew sore, the pain in her arm became unsupportable, and the blood loss made her faint. The sky grew darker, and soon she couldn't move anymore. Her body sunk beneath the surface, and the weight of the bag pulled her under. Ayesha woke up from her nightmare to the sound of Joseph bustling around the apartment. Her eyes searched for the clock. When she got out of bed, she walked out of her dark room and into the lit living room."Joseph, what are you doing?""Did you forget? I am working a party tonight. The one I told you about, in the big house up in High Elm Lane?""Right. Sorry, my sleepy brain isn't cooper
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