I was sobbing uncontrollably, tears streaming down my face. My chest heaved with each breath as I tried to catch my breath. I felt like my heart was breaking into a million pieces. The pain was unbearable, and I couldn't stop the tears from my eyes. It felt like an eternity. Eventually, the sobs subsided, and I was left with a hollow feeling in my chest. My tears eventually stops and took a deep breath. The world around me seemed to come back into focus, but everything felt different now. The pain was still there, but it was duller, more manageable.I knew that I would have to face the world again, to pick up the pieces and move on. But for now, all I could do was sit there and try to come to terms with what had happened. The tears may have stopped, but the pain would stay with me for a long time.“You can’t even fathom what he did to me… My words trailed off, my mind reeling as my focus shifted away from Eden. In a sudden, jarring movement, he seized my arm and spun me towards the ta
I was rooted to the spot, my heart pounding in my chest. Was he seriously offering me a bribe to keep quiet, or was this just another one of his twisted games? He nonchalantly ripped a cheque from his book and began to write.I stood there, my mind a whirlwind of disbelief and confusion. Did he feel no guilt, no shame after everything I had laid bare to him, or was he so lost in his own world that he couldn’t see the truth?“Here’s a cheque for 100k dollars,” he declared with an unsettling calmness.“100k dollars?” I repeated, the words barely a whisper. The sight of the cheque sent shockwaves through me. This was a life-changing amount of money that could solve so many of my problems.“If you’re willing to tell me who you’re working for, there’s more where that came from,” he added, dangling the cheque in front of me like bait. A voice inside me screamed at me to take it. Just think about what I could do with that money. I could not only pay my rent but buy my own place and finally e
EDEN POVI stood there, just outside the building, my heart pounding in my chest. The crowd around me was a blur, their voices a distant hum in my ears. My eyes were fixed on the scene unfolding before me.The police car’s lights flashed, casting an eerie glow on the girl they were leading away. She was the one who had attacked me, I don't know if she was telling me the truth. Or was lying to me?Why would she lie to me? what was the reason? I know, she weren't doing it for money I offered her money more than she could get in her entire life but she refused to take it.I had a million questions for her but I don't have a single answer I looked at her, Her face was a mask of defiance, even as they pushed her into the back seat.As the car pulled away, a wave of emotions washed over me. Relief, anger, confusion… but most of all, an overwhelming sense of helplessness. I felt like I was standing on the edge of a precipice, staring into an abyss.I clenched my fists, my nails digging into m
The deputy, a stern figure of authority, gestured for the officer who had escorted me to his office to wait outside. The heavy oak door closed with a resounding thud, leaving me alone in the room, my heart pounding with anticipation and a sense of foreboding.As the echo of the closing door faded, I turned my attention back to the deputy. His stern gaze met mine as I began to plead my case. “Sir,” I implored, my voice echoing in the silence of the room, “I assure you, I am innocent. This is a setup. My actions were purely in self-defense against that monster. He’s the real criminal here. He’s the one who should be locked up, not me.”Before the deputy could respond, a sudden movement caught my eye. A man in the room abruptly stood up and turned towards me. His sudden presence was like a punch to the gut, leaving me speechless. Why was he here? What more did he want from me? Hadn’t he already succeeded in turning my life upside down?“You’re nothing but a liar; you wanted to kill me, t
quickly jumped on my feet as the door open and a female police officer stepped through the door and informed me I have visitors. And a sense of relieve wash over me. It must be Robin and Heather.I nodded my head and the officer led me to the room. As I was led into the room, I took in the surroundings. A solitary table sat in the center, surrounded by three chairs. The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows that danced on the walls. The faint hum of a fluorescent light was the only sound that filled the silence.The table, worn by time and use, bore the marks of countless conversations. Each scratch and stain a testament to the stories it had silently witnessed. The chairs, though not luxurious, seemed inviting in their own way." You can have a seat! I'll bring them."I I found myself sinking into the chair, my fingers instinctively exploring the intricate patterns carved into the table. The dim lights bathed everything in a soft, otherworldly glow, setting the stage for a silent
Are you suggesting that Biddy has secured a lawyer?” I blurted out, my eyes widening in surprise. I glanced around the room, my gaze landing on Heather who was seated directly across from me. I had just referred to her mother as ‘Biddy’, a nickname not particularly endearing.Heather’s eyebrows furrowed, her lips forming a tight line. “Watch your words! That’s my mother you’re talking about,” she retorted, her voice laced with a hint of indignation.Robin, who had been quietly observing our exchange, decided to chime in. “Technically speaking, she’s your stepmother,” he corrected me, his tone matter-of-fact. I felt a pang of guilt and quickly apologized to Heather.I cleared my throat, trying to steer the conversation back on track. “Do you think your mother’s lawyer could assist me?” I asked Heather, my voice hopeful. But before she could respond, the stern-faced policewoman returned to our room.“Visiting hours are over,” she announced curtly. I pleaded with her for a few more minut
Stassie POVTwo Days laterIt’s been a couple of days since my last conversation with Robin and Heather. The silence from their end is deafening, leaving me in a state of uncertainty. I’m left wondering if they’re even making any efforts to rescue me from this predicament. My mind is a tumultuous storm of negative thoughts, questioning if they’ve deserted me in this challenging time, just like others have in the past when I needed them the most.A sense of despair washes over me, and I find myself questioning my worth. If they’ve indeed abandoned me, then I yearn for divine intervention. The thought of continuing to live in this state is unbearable; I yearn for release. The heartache and suffering are too much for me to bear. What did I do to deserve this?Tears well up in my eyes, spilling over and tracing a wet path down my cheeks. The cell feels smaller, the walls closing in on me as I’m overwhelmed by a wave of despair. “Why am I always the one chosen for these trials?” I whisper
After what felt like an eternity of deafening silence, the echo of footsteps gradually grew louder, signaling the approach towards my cell. My heart pounded in my chest as I sprang to my feet, anticipation coursing through my veins. The door creaked open to reveal a stern-faced female officer. Her words, “You have a visitor,” sent a jolt of hope through me. A smile slowly spread across my face, brightening the gloom of my cell. I knew it had to be Robin and Heather. Their presence always brought a ray of sunshine into my life, and I found myself silently praying that they were the bearers of good news this time.The harsh reality of my surroundings was becoming unbearable. The constant threat from volatile inmates, their minds clouded by substances, was a nightmare that haunted me day and night. They targeted me for reasons unknown, their hostility unprovoked and relentless.Before I knew it, I found myself walking down the cold, dimly lit corridor of the police station. Each step ech
I spun around, presenting the USB drive to Heather. Her eyes sparkled with relief and excitement. "Thank heavens, we've located it just in time. The runway show has already started," she exclaimed. "What? The show has begun? We need to get this USB drive to Alan Soros before the show ends," I responded, a sense of urgency creeping into my voice. "You're absolutely right. Hand me the USB drive. I'll rush it over to Alan. Meanwhile, you should go and locate Declan and Robin," Heather instructed, extending her hand towards me. Without a second thought, I placed the USB drive in her outstretched hand. Heather curled her fingers around the USB drive, a smirk playing on her lips. It was an expression I hadn't seen on her face before, "Heather, what's going on?" I asked her. In a split second, Heather's demeanor changed. The friendly, supportive Heather I knew seemed to vanish, replaced by a stranger. She looked at me, her eyes cold and distant. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice devoid
The Next DayWe all three got ready at robin house and took her Robin puff: The magic wagon. We left earlier because we don't want to be stuck in the traffic jam forever.Currently, we are waiting for Declan, outside of a hotel where the collection launch will happen. " Should we call him, Stassie?” Heather’s voice cut through the silence, her silhouette outlined against the dashboard lights of the wagon.“No, he’ll be here any moment now. He told us to wait,” I replied, my gaze fixed on the hotel entrance. As if on cue, Declan emerged from the hotel, his eyes scanning the area. Robin, quick to react, slid the back door open and waved to catch his attention. Her efforts were rewarded as Declan spotted us, crossed the road, and hopped into the back of the wagon.In his hand, he held our golden tickets to the event - the invitation letters for the fashion runway show. “Everyone got their invites?” he asked, his eyes meeting each of ours in turn.“Yeah, I guess so…” I responded, my fing
I looked up and found a dark silhouette in n the window of the of the second floor which was obvious to my eyes was heather's. She didn't do anything to help me. She just stands there and looking at my mesirable life.I turned around and walked back to my former home and took my suitcase from the porch and stopped a cab. "Take me to a budget hotel," I told the cab driver, my voice barely above a whisper. The city lights blurred past as he nodded and steered the cab towards the less glamorous part of town.Before long, we pulled up in front of a rundown building, its neon sign flickering intermittently. "Here we are, miss," the driver announced, his eyes meeting mine in the rearview mirror.I paid the fare and stepped out, my suitcase in tow. The hotel lobby was dimly lit, and a sense of unease washed over me. I approached the front desk, where a disinterested receptionist handed me a key."Room 204, second floor," he mumbled, not bothering to look up from his newspaper.As I unlocked
"He's heartbroken, Stassie, You have broken up his trust and he will never forgive you for it" he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Why did you do this to him?"I do not think I responded immediately, for it took me a moment or two to fully digest these words I felt a lump in my throat, my heart aching at his words. "I... I never wanted to," I managed to say, my voice trembling. "Believe me, Declan, hurting Eden was the last thing I wanted." "I didn't even know I was talking to Eden Wylon," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. "He never told me who he was. The first time I met him in person, I wanted to tell him the truth, but he didn't even look at me."I paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "He was smitten by Heather's beauty. That's why he proposed to her."Declan looked at me, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "Eden didn't propose to Heather," he said, his voice firm. "Who told you that?"Robin and I exchanged a glance, a realization dawning
Three days later...It's been three days since I last saw Eden. And since then I have cried so much that no tears left in me to shed.My head aches, my eyes burn, my arms and legs have given up, and my face in the mirror has a grayish cast. The bed, across the room, calls in its unmistakable lover's croon, Come to me, come, only I can make you truly happy, oh, how happy I'll make you, don't resist to cry.I blame myself for everything that occurred in my life and I wanted to fix it but Eden didn't give me chance to speak. I've been calling him continuously form past three days but didn't attend single call and I guess he didn't want to do anything with me. And I totally got it why? but my heart doesn't want to understand. All of a sudden, I heard a knock on the door and Robin emerged from the door and I have been staying with Robin for the past three days because she insisted me."Get ready, we're going out," Robin announced, her voice breaking through my thoughts.I looked at her, p
" Do you want me to be honest with you?” he finally spoke up and asked me. I nodded because of course, I wanted him to be honest with me so I could be honest with him too. My heart was racing so fast that it felt like it was about to burst out of my chest.He looked at me, his gaze intense and unwavering. "I've been grappling with these feelings for a while now," he confessed, "It's like I've been caught in a storm, and you're the only shelter I seek."He paused, his hand gently squeezing mine. "When you're not around, it feels like the colors are less vibrant, the world less interesting. It's like I'm seeing everything in grayscale. But when you're here, it's like the world comes alive. You bring color to my world, you make everything seem brighter, more beautiful."He moved closer, his eyes never leaving mine. "Your passion, your creativity, your spirit... they've enchanted me. You've become more than just a friend or a colleague. You've become my muse, my inspiration. And somewhere
A Week laterIt's been a week since I have last talked to Eden. Robin was so mad at me for not telling Eden the truth when I had the opportunity to come clean but how can I tell him when he telling me that he don't want me to leave his life. I can't act so cruel and break his heart. Robin don't understand me and nobody understands me. Everything thinks I am so selfish and just thinking about myself but it was nowhere near truth... I sigh heavily and the doorbell rings of our house and billy was busy in his room, working on his music and I was designing the wedding dress for Greta since I promised her that I will make her wedding ceremony dress.As I opened the door, I found Amy standing there, her arms filled with fabrics and beads for the wedding dress. I remembered asking her to bring them over. "Amy, come in," I said, stepping aside to let her into the house.I led her into the living room, which was in a state of creative chaos. Pieces of fabric were strewn across the floor, a tes
Robin’s face hardened as I mentioned Paul’s name, her usually calm demeanor replaced by a storm of anger. “That… that traitor!” she spat out, her hands clenching into fists. “I can’t believe he would do something like this!” She got up from her chair and started pacing the balcony, her steps quick and agitated. “He had no right to give Victoria that recording,” she fumed, her voice rising with each word. “That was our private conversation!” She stopped pacing and turned to face me, her eyes blazing with fury. “And to think we trusted him!” she exclaimed, throwing her hands up in frustration. “He’s nothing but a backstabbing, manipulative liar!” Robin vent her frustration, but I wasn't worried about Paul. I was more about, what should I do? Should I tell Eden Victoria being the traitor or should I just keep my mouth shut. "I... I'm a bad person, Robin," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. "I lied to Eden, I made so many mistakes... I don't even know if it's fixable an
The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. Paul, the one I had trusted, had betrayed me. The shadow I saw at the bakery last night was indeed him. He had overheard our conversation and relayed it to Victoria. Robin was right about him all along. He was a manipulator, exploiting my vulnerabilities for his own gain.Victoria broke into my thoughts, her voice laced with triumph. "What are you thinking, Stassie? Still thinking about telling Eden the truth? If yes, then you should listen to this first," she said, a smug smile playing on her lips. She pulled out her phone from her pocket and hit play. The familiar voices filled the room - our voices from last night's conversation. I felt my heart drop into my stomach. I was in utter shock.The room spun around me as the reality of the situation sunk in. I had been played, and the consequences were unimaginable. The feeling of betrayal was overwhelming, and the shock was paralyzing. Victoria's threat hung in the air, a chilling ultimatum.