Quinn's sleep was plagued with a whole lot of terrible nightmares. Terrible nightmares where she saw herself covered in a puddle of blood — a blood that wasn’t hers, it belonged to someone else. To worsen matters, she could see a corpse in the distance, a corpse that strangely looked too much like Henry’s. The hell was happening? That got her all shaken up and her eyes sprung open. It seemed her nightmare had continued, as she noticed that she was in an unfamiliar room, on an unfamiliar bed, and that there was nobody in sight. Quinn sat up quickly, glancing around the room and after several seconds of taking in the entire place, she sighed when she figured out that it was a hospital room. “Huh? What the hell happened to me?” She thought to herself. As Quinn thought so hard, she could remember that the last time she was awake, she had been with Henry who had injected her with something that had rendered her immobile. They had escaped thanks to Ashley. Where is Henry?
Many months later. Quinn gasped in awe, and glanced at Richard, her grandfather, who looked even more excited than she was. Her heart was filled with so much joy, and with it, came the feeling of fulfillment that she had always craved for all her life… the feeling of serenity and peace at last. Quinn hugged herself, the smile tugging at her lips refused to falter as she stared at Henry’s handsome face. This was unbelievable! Nobody could believe how long had passed during the short time and how it has suddenly become months that Henry has been hospitalized… and now, he is fine! Emelda's father was fine! Fine at last, and fine enough to come home. "I'm so happy for you, Quinn!" Richard cooed, making her smile even more. It was time to leave the hospital. As they all strutted out of the hospital, walking side by side, all Quinn could think about was finally having a normal life. The thought made her shiver with excitement — Stephen hadn't disturbed them in a
Days later. It was noon already and Henry was already getting tired. He glanced at his wristwatch over and over again, hoping that Quinn would strut out of the dressing room, miraculously loving one of the dresses she had taken in there earlier but that didn’t happen. He was tired as well as famished but now, he was caught up with Quinn who had insisted that he followed her wedding shopping because she wanted to spend time with him. A few minutes later, she came out all clad in a beautiful wedding dress that flowed all the way to a few meters behind her. It was extravagant and suited her figure. “How about this one?” Quinn asked, swirling around in circles in front of Henry as she tried to make him have a good view of the dress she was trying on. It was beautiful just like the last one she had worn, and the one before that. In fact, everything she had worn had been nothing short of perfect on her. But he knew that she wouldn’t believe that if he told her. “Beautiful,
The next morning. Early morning breeze blew gently against her face and she smiled as she stared at Henry’s handsome face; the face she’d grown to love so dearly. They both sat, naked but unashamed. Quinn was basking in the goodness of the morning while Henry was sad, worried that Quinn was still keeping things from him. He simply pulled her close to him, wrapped his large hands around her body and slapped his lips against hers. He kissed her like she was wine and he was thirsty; He savored every moment, drank in her fruity goodness and got drunk in it until only her soft moans were all that could be heard. He pulled her into himself, kissing and licking his way down her body and peppering hot feverish kisses everywhere he could touch and everywhere his lips could be, and smirked in satisfaction as she writhed under his skillful hands. They rode into ecstasy shortly after that with Quinn crying like a baby after being pampered while Henry simply grunted as words were not en
As her words sunk in, Henry stared at Quinn in absolute shock. He could not believe what she had just said, and the fact that she was just telling him after all these while made it even more shocking than it already is. He could see the fear on her face; could notice how she fidgeted but he didn’t really care about that. All he cared about was the fact that she had been hiding things from him… especially something this massive. Dealings with Ashley were nothing but trouble and Quinn could be in one heck of one by communicating with her or having anything to do with her altogether. He didn’t like the fact that she communicated with Ashley, around the same time Stephen had been killed. What if Ashley was the one that killed him, and Stephen wanted to frame Kathleen before he got killed, as revenge? He stared at her again, still in shock, contemplating on whether to scold her or talk to her about it. He thought of the latter and decided that that was what he would do.
Days later. Henry walked in angrily. Suddenly, the room felt too hot and too stuffy for him to breathe comfortably. In anger, he loosened his tie, took a few cufflinks off and threw them into his pants pockets as he stared at the doorway which wasn’t opening like it was supposed to. It was way past the time Quinn said that she was going to come home, way past the time she was supposed to walk in, but she was nowhere to be found. At first, he had tried reassuring himself by saying that she was probably held down by her classy makeup artist because she had always wanted to look exceptionally good for her wedding, but now it was beginning to feel different. Henry felt weird and bothered. He couldn’t stand the wait anymore. A tiny voice in his head whispered to him that this was her way of escaping, her way of running away after everything they had been through but he couldn’t bring himself to believe that. Quinn wasn’t one to run or shy away from her problems, and ev
As Henry continued watching the video, his eyes unable to leave the screen, he could see how Quinn shook in fear, could also notice her whimpering and how slow tears slipped out of her eyes. He felt really pissed with himself as all he could do was watch instead of help her out of this situation. The person recording the video didn’t show his or her face but from the voice he could make out, he could almost swear that it was a male. Henry wanted to kill someone, wanted to destroy something. He could feel himself getting succumbed into the intense rage that was fast beginning to devour him. The sight of Quinn looking all rumpled and injured pissed him a lot more than he ever thought it would; and extremely worried at the same time. His heart began to hammer violently in his chest when all of a sudden, the person behind the camera began to count down. He didn’t know what it meant, couldn’t exactly understand why the person was counting down until all of a sudden, the e
As Henry threatened, he heard the policeman gulp in fear. He could clearly see how he visibly shook right in front of him and he smirked, knowing fully well that he had inculcated fear into his spine. “Henry!” Henry heard someone desperately call out his name and from the tone of voice, he didn’t need to turn around to know that it was grandfather Richard. He begrudgingly turned around, with the gun still pointed at the police officers and rolled his eyes when he saw the deep scowl etched on the old man’s face. Grandfather was pissed, but so was he! Grabbing at Henry's upper arm, Richard yelled like he would to a toddler throwing tantrums; “Why would you come all the way here just to assault an officer, Henry?! You even went as far as pointing a gun at them! Don’t you know what could happen to you for doing something like tha—?” “I do not care about what happens to me!” Henry growled in anger, “…all I wanted was to find out if they had any idea of where Quinn could b
Days later… Quinn and Henry finally took Emelda from the boarding school, but she insisted on staying with her grandparents, so her parents could go on their honeymoon. "I love you so much, mum and dad!" She said, and hugged her parents with tears in her eyes. Henry and Quinn hugged her back, also tearing up. "I missed you so much, baby. We'll be back soon, then we can live together as one big, happy family with your baby brother or sister." Quinn added, and Emelda chuckled. "It's definitely a baby sister!" She squealed and rubbed at her mother's belly with a smile. "We'll find out in a few months time, baby. We have to go now. Do not disturb your grandparents!" Emelda nodded and hugged her parents, as she watched them enter their limo, leaving while waving at her. * * * “Please be quick about it..” Quinn said to the hotel receptionist and quickly dropped the phone as soon as Henry waltzed out of the bathroom, looking as though he was running an ad for a
“Stay back!” Kathleen growled fiercely but Quinn couldn’t exactly say if she was yelling at her or at Henry. Her body shook with fear as she stared at the black, metallic object clasped in Kathleen’s hands but she didn’t show her fear; She couldn’t bring herself to because she knew that that was exactly what people like Kathleen thrived on. She couldn’t give her that satisfaction. Before she came here, she had braced herself for the absolute worst; had expected Kathleen to pull a stunt like this from the very beginning. Now, it no longer surprised her. All she wanted right now was to get out of this situation unscathed. She didn’t care how she intended to do that but knew that that was her only aim. Ashley had told her that a thing like this would happen; had warned her and thankfully, she had listened. At first, she didn’t want to be scared but when she looked into Kathleen’s eyes, and saw the crazed maniacal look in them, her fear only intensified. This witch
Days later. Henry was so angry. He wanted to snap. He was pissed at everyone’s overly bubbly attitude today and was beginning to wonder if the day was his or theirs. He couldn’t really say that the day was his though because he was practically being forced…more like threatened to do this. He still couldn’t comprehend why her father would present him with a decision as difficult as this for his own personal interest, and it made him mad. The brightly lit air conditioned room still felt unbearably hot for Henry as he yanked uncomfortably at his necktie and glared against the high fluorescent lights that seemed to want to blind him. He didn’t care that his discomfort was being let out in the open and that the press could make a fuss out of it later. All he cared about was getting done with this accursed wedding ceremony and being back to the confines of his room. He drowned out the loud cheerful noises around him, wondering to himself why these people seemed a lot mo
The world felt like it was spinning in circles, and to Henry everything was in a flux. He couldn’t say exactly what stand his life held right now or what its meaning was but knew he was simply going with the flow that came. Pressing the bottle of liquor to his lips, Henry took a big gulp and winced when the fiery liquid burned its way from the back of his throat down to his chest. He loved the feeling though, but the aftermath was what he disliked. He hated how it usually made him feel crappy and how his fingers shook whenever he took it excessively. He hated it now that his hands were already shaking even though he hadn't had too much. “Isn’t that a little too much for today, Sir?” Adam asked from a corner of the room and Henry could only gasp in shock because he never knew that he was even in his office with him in the first place. At Adam’s utterance, he looked down at his table to discover that he had successfully finished about three bottles of liquor and that he
The next day. Right in front of him, sat Kathleen and her father and Henry could do nothing but glare at the both of them as they went about chattering between each other like he wasn’t in the room. Kathleen's loud giggles infuriated him, even the way she had suddenly changed her sitting position into some sort of lazy style while she rubbed continuously on her flattened stomach. On a normal day, he would’ve sent her out of the house but her father was here, and he wanted to hear them out first. “What the fuck are you both doing here?” He snarled at her father, who seemed too enthralled with talking to Kathleen that nothing else mattered. To his utmost surprise, both Kathleen and her father ignored him like he hadn’t even spoken. They ignored him like his words held no weight and that action even enraged him a lot more than he already was but he didn’t give up. He wasn’t really bothered about their attitude though, or the fact that there was something fishy becaus
Henry Zhang felt like the saddest man on earth. Well, maybe he was. He staggered up the airy flight of stairs with only a bottle of chilled liquor clasped in his cold stiff hands. “One green bottle standing on the wall… one green bottle standing on the wall…” he sang drunkenly as he trudged upwards, absolutely oblivious to the shocked stares his workers threw at him as he walked past. Truth is, he didn’t even notice they were staring nor did he care if they actually did. His body suddenly shook with a kind of cold that he hadn’t experienced before. He couldn’t bring himself to talk to anyone about how he truly felt…about how his dreams were constantly plagued with memories of Quinn and how he felt he would go crazy soon if nothing was done about it until he had finally resolved to drinking to stupor. His new way of escape… He belched, smiled at the half empty bottle and stormed into his room only to stop in his tracks when he suddenly found himself staring at the
After munching on her food, Quinn suddenly stopped and started thinking. “Are you okay?” Ashley suddenly asked, making Quinn snap her head up to look at her in puzzlement. “Huh… yes!” Quinn croaked out, nearly choking on her food. “You do not seem like you are Quinn, you haven’t eaten in days and you still aren’t eating now.” She asked worriedly. Quinn smiled at the deep worry lines etched on Ashley’s face and wondered if the lady knew she had this side to herself. “I am… trust me I am.” Quinn reassured her with a smile. To make Ashley feel better, she slowly munched on the food one after the other until she finally finished it. When she was done, she got up with the plates only to be stopped by Ashley who immediately pried the plates out of her grasp. “I’ll do it.” She simply said, balanced them on her hips and walked off, leaving Quinn wondering why Ashley was suddenly so protective of her. After a few minutes of waiting, Quinn decided to busy herself with th
Quinn's eyes slowly opened...finally. Her eyelids were heavy, almost like they had been previously sealed shut. Quinn winced under the pain. It was a little too much and her body throbbed from it. She could feel her stomach twist painfully from it too but she didn’t care. All she wanted was to understand what she was doing here when only moments ago, she was at the back of Henry’s car…on her way to her wedding reception. She wanted to understand why anyone would decide to kidnap and beat her up. She believed she hadn't done anything to deserve that. Even if she did, at least her wedding day should have just been left alone for her and her family members to enjoy. Why did they have to make it a sad day for her? She didn't deserve that. Henry didn't deserve that. Quinn was confused and at the same time, shocked and scared because she was quite unsure about who was behind all these, even though her mind was drifting towards Kathleen. But there was nothing to back
As Henry threatened, he heard the policeman gulp in fear. He could clearly see how he visibly shook right in front of him and he smirked, knowing fully well that he had inculcated fear into his spine. “Henry!” Henry heard someone desperately call out his name and from the tone of voice, he didn’t need to turn around to know that it was grandfather Richard. He begrudgingly turned around, with the gun still pointed at the police officers and rolled his eyes when he saw the deep scowl etched on the old man’s face. Grandfather was pissed, but so was he! Grabbing at Henry's upper arm, Richard yelled like he would to a toddler throwing tantrums; “Why would you come all the way here just to assault an officer, Henry?! You even went as far as pointing a gun at them! Don’t you know what could happen to you for doing something like tha—?” “I do not care about what happens to me!” Henry growled in anger, “…all I wanted was to find out if they had any idea of where Quinn could b