Suddenly, as if guided by some unseen force, Ashley's gaze fell upon a weathered sign that read 'Corner Café' in peeling letters. Her heart leaped with joy as a rush of memories flooded her mind, the scent of sizzling bacon and freshly brewed coffee filling her senses. She parked her car hastily, a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins as she stepped out onto the crowded sidewalk. The café stood before her, its exterior unchanged from the days of her youth. The familiar aroma of freshly baked pastries and rich, aromatic coffee wafted through the air, beckoning her inside with a siren's call. As she pushed open the door, the sound of laughter and clinking dishes engulfed her, transporting her back to a time when the world was full of endless possibilities. She hadn't been in here since after her college graduation. The local restaurant haven't changed a bit, everything still looked pretty much the same. She ordered her favorite meal on the menu. Lamb sauce and noodles.
It all began like a dream, the kind of dream which seemed to have originated from nowhere, yet one could always feel it, sense it, and be directed by it. It was a product of her subconscious, Maris was trapped in a dark, claustrophobic room. And then Chloe, her sister turned tormentor, slithered into the room like a wraith. Her eyes were pools of darkness, reflecting only malice and cruelty. Her steps were silent, but the weight of her presence pressed down on Maris like a suffocating blanket.Maris tossed and turned in her bed, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of her chest. She was trapped in a nightmare, her sister Chole looming over her with a wicked grin on her face. Chole, her nemesis, the person she hated most in the world. In the dream, Chole was wielding a huge, bloodstained knife, its blade gleaming in the dim light."What do you think of this, Maris?" Chole crooned, her voice dripping with malice. "I found it especially for you. Isn't it bea
NICHOLE stood on the threshold of Ashley apartment. She rang the doorbell and waited for Ashley to open it. When Ashley didn't answer it, Nichole remembered that she didn't see Ashley's car in the parking lot, so she assumed she had gone to the grocery store. Nichole simply dipped her hands into her bag and removed a bunch of keys. The three friends all had keys to each other's apartments incase of any emergency. She inserted the key in the doorknob, it clicked and she opened the door stepping into near darkness. The apartment was dark, the only light streaming through the cracked blinds from the neon sign outside. Nichole shifted uncomfortably, her gaze darting around the room as she took in the familiar mess. She could almost smell her perfume lingering in the air, the scent teasing her with memories of happier times.The curtains were still down, so again Nichole assumed Ashley must have been in a hurry to go to the grocery store that she's didn't bother to draw up the curtains. N
The loud ringing of Genevieve's phone interrupted her. Aiden was calling, Genevieve didn't hesitate to answer the call. "Mr Aiden McCurdy, I'm Genevieve, Ashley's friend..."Aiden cut her short. "I heard you the first time. You said Ashley is missing?" He wanted to confirm what he heard."Yes." Genevieve mind was filled with dread. She hoped Aiden knew something about Ashley's disappearance."Ashley is missing?" His pitch was too high, it sounded fake...even rehearsed in Genevieve's ears."Yes." She answered again."What happened...how?"Genevieve was at lost for words, she looked in Nichole's direction who heard everything Aiden said because the call was on speaker. Nichole mouthed something for her to say. Genevieve could not make out the words, so she said this instead. "Can you come over to her apartment now? We are trying to sort things out."Silence ensued and then he ended the call."Damn you." Genevieve shouted at the phone."You know he can't hear you because he hung up?" Nic
Everyone was preoccupied with thoughts of Aiden guilt that they all forgot Thomas, Ashley's ex boyfriend, the same man that had threatened to do something terribly bad to Ashley.It wasn't until Nichole stumbled on an email in Ashley's computer which she had sent to Thomas requesting they meet in an abandoned warehouse, the same night she went missing.Thomas stretched and yawned, taking in the luxurious surroundings of his bedroom. The sun streamed in through the massive windows, casting a warm glow across the silk sheets and the ornate, carved woodwork of the four-poster bed. He stretched again, feeling the late-to-bed, late-to-rise mentality settle into his bones. It was a good thing he didn't have to work much these days, now that he was married to a billionaire's daughter.He glanced over at Maris' side of the bed, but she wasn't there. He knew where she'd be, though. In the indoor gym of the mansion, working out the muscles of her injured arm where her sister had shot her on th
Thomas made his way up the grand staircase, Emily hurried ahead to open the door to the study for him. Thomas stepped inside, taking in the book-lined walls and the large mahogany desk at the center of the room. The detective, a hard-looking man with a weathered face, stood by the window, his back to Thomas."Detective," Thomas said, his voice smooth and confident. "Do you have something you'd like to share with me?"The detective turned slowly, his gaze resting on Thomas. "I'm here to ask some questions about Miss Ashley," he said curtly. "It seems she's been missing for some time now, and her friends are growing concerned."Thomas smiled, his expression unreadable. "Of course," he replied smoothly. "Please, have a seat." He motioned to a comfortable-looking leather sofa against the wall. The detective hesitated for a moment before sitting down, carefully setting a battered leather briefcase on the floor beside him.Thomas, who had remained silent for while, cleared his throat. "Dete
ASHLEY had no idea where she was.The only light in the room came from a single dim bulb dangling from the ceiling, casting long, twisted shadows across the floor and walls. Ashley lay curled up on a hard, dusty floor, her once-luxurious clothes now torn and dirty. She'd been here for what felt like an eternity, trapped in this tiny cell with no way out. The walls were made of cold, unforgiving stone, and the only window was barred shut, high up near the ceiling. Even if she could reach it, there was no way she could climb through the steel bars. Time dragged on, each hour feeling like an eternity. The air in the room grew stale and musty, carrying with it the faint smell of mold and disuse. Ashley's stomach growled, reminding her that she hadn't eaten in hours. She tried to think of what she could do to pass the time, but all she could focus on was the growing ache in her bladder.She had gone several hours without using the makeshift toilet, and the pressure in her lower abdomen wa
THE air grew colder and more damp as they went deeper into the building. She tried to look around to see if she could recognize anything but she saw nothing. It was an old abandoned building. Finally, they reached a small, windowless room at the end of the hall. The door was secured by a combination lock, which the plump man spun expertly.As soon as the door was unlocked, the lanky man pushed Ashley inside. She stumbled forward, landing on her knees on a cold, hard floor. The room was bare except for a single metal table in the center, covered in a black cloth. The lean man turned on a dim light, revealing a row of levers and knobs along one wall."Sit down," the scarred face man ordered, gesturing to the chair at the end of the table. Ashley hesitantly obeyed, her heart pounding in her chest. Matt and Gallous took up positions on either side of her, their faces impassive. Walter walked around to the other side of the table and began flipping switches and twisting knobs. With a click
Ashley's heels clicked against the gleaming marble floor of the private airport terminal, echoing through the vast, empty space. She looked around anxiously, her eyes scanning the sleek lines of the chrome and glass walls, hoping to catch a glimpse of Aiden's unmistakable silhouette. The sound of engines roared in the distance, muffled by the thick panes of soundproof glass that separated the opulent lobby from the tarmac. Her heart raced, a frantic drumbeat in her chest that grew louder with every passing second. The clock above the bustling departures board ticked away, reminding her of the dwindling time she had left. Aiden's flight was due to take off any minute, and she had to find him. She had to apologize. Her thoughts were a tumultuous storm of regret and fear, a toxic brew that threatened to spill over at any moment. The weight of her actions bore down on her, a heavy burden that she hadn't realized she'd been carrying until it was almost too late. Her eyes darted around t
"YES, I did it." He attempted to touch her, but Ashley stood up and screamed. "Don't touch me!" The force of her anger scared him, and he retreated back immediately. "I can explain.""Explain what?" Her chest rose and fell in quick successions."My plan was never to hurt you.""But you did." Ashley chuckled. "You sent men to kidnap, torture and rob me, as if that wasn't enough, you still accused Aiden.""There weren't supposed to hurt you."Ashley shook her head. "Do you want to know what is so disgusting? It's the fact that you imputed your guilt on Metaphor."Thomas took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment before continuing. "Metaphor is actually guilty."Ashley shook her head again. "Why are you so confused?""The men who kidnapped you, they are members of the Metaphor." He paused. "I'm sorry. I was too jealous when you and Aiden were together. I--I had to find traitors amongst Metaphor and pay them enough to just make you disappear for a while." He desperately tried to
"ASHLEY, you're not going to believe this," Nichole announced breathlessly, her eyes wide with annoyance. She and Genevieve bursted into the room, their footsteps echoing off the walls.Ashley looked up from her wineglass, curiosity piqued. "What's going on?" she asked, setting the wine bottle in place. The light from the pendant lamp above her cast a warm glow on her face, illuminating the puzzled expression.Nichole's features hardened as she handed over a thick envelope to Ashley. "It's the report from the detective," she said, her voice dropping to a serious tone. "They've found out who was behind your kidnapping and robbery."Ashley's hand trembled as she took the envelope. The weight of it felt like a brick in her grasp. She stared at the unassuming paper, unable to process the words. "What does it say?" she managed to ask, her voice a mere whisper.Genevieve sat down beside her on the couch, her own expression somber. "Thomas," she said simply. "It was Thomas. He's the one behi
THE next few days in Ashley's house was a hide and seek game between Ashley and her mom. Ashley did everything in her power to ignore Mira, and Mira sensing it, intentionally ignored her, but she still prepared breakfast, ste the alarm clock so loud so that it would wake Ashley on time to be early to work. Mira never brought up the topic of a fresh start again, but her presence and conducts were literally begging for a fresh start. Her presence was like a taunting nightmare, which caused Ashley to leave the house very early in the morning, her herself as worked up as possible and return home very late. They never had to cross paths for a conversation lasting more than 15 seconds. Mira's presence and constant effort was slowly weakening hee resolve. She needed to know her mother's side of the story. She needed someone to hug...she needed a friend but more importantly, she needed her mom. Ashley returned on Wednesday with a changed mind, but she was welcomed by the greatest surprise
ASHLEY stirred, her eyes slowly opening to the soft glow of the morning sun filtering through her blinds. She took a deep breath, inhaling the tantalizing aroma of pancakes and coffee wafting from the kitchen. The smells filled her room with a comfort she hadn't felt in a long time. Her stomach grumbled, reminding her that she had barely eaten the night before, consumed by the shock of her mother's unexpected return.Her mother's voice, filled with an awkward nervousness, called out from the hallway. "Ashley, sweetie, I made breakfast. It's ready for you."Ashley sat up in bed, her body stiff from a restless night. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and glanced at the digital clock on her nightstand. It was almost 9 AM, later than she usually woke up. Her mind raced with the events of the previous evening: the doorbell ringing, the awkward meeting at the parking lot. Her mother had been gone for 22 years, and now she was here, trying to slip back into her life as if nothing had happen
HER final destination for the day was Blue Skype modelling. The moment she pushed the glass door and entered inside the building...the models, the talent managers, and other employees all stared at her, and she knew something bad was about to happen to her. She asked herself, what's the worst that could happen?Mr Shaw stood in the gathering of some important shareholders and signalled her to come over. She nervously reached them in just a few steps. Mr Shaw gave her an envelope. Was she being dismissed? Her first reaction was to turn around and leave, but mr Shaw stopped her, and all the eyes in the building were literally begging her to open the envelope. She opened it and retrieved a white letter, before her brain could process what she saw. The crowd cheered, clapped and choruserd congratulations.She will be going to Paris to feature in the international fashion magazine, that was the biggest job ever yet. The entire building was full of cheers and clapping, how did they know?"A
THE last person Thomas expected to see after a stressful night at the Met met gala was his wife, Maris laying on his bed. He absently entered his room, threw his tuxedo to one corner while he undid his tie. Thomas stopped dead in his track when he saw Maris, his eyes widened in shock. "Maris?" He managed to ask."Hi Thomas. Where have you been?" She laid on her right side and stared at him."What are you doing here?" He hesitated. "Chole, she's still out there, what if she find you?"She slowly stood from the bed. "Oh relax husband. My daddy has taken care of chole, she will never have to bother us ever again." She traced a light touch down his chest.Thomas was still not convinced. "It's not safe here.""Hmmm...is there something you're hiding from me?""What?" Thomas laughed nervously and pulled her closer to him. "There's nothing I'm hiding from you.""Good." She placed her hands on his chin and tilted his head to the side, she kissed him. They stumbled backwards and fell on the be
JUST as she thought she had found a safe haven, she collided with a man dressed in an eccentric outfit that matched the avant-garde theme of the gala. She stumbled back, her hand shooting out to steady herself. "I'm so sorry," she said, her eyes flicking up to meet his. To her horror, it was Thomas, his handsome face etched with confusion. "Ashley?" he questioned, his voice a mix of surprise and concern. Her mind raced as she tried to formulate an excuse. "Oh, Thomas, what a... pleasant surprise," she said, trying to sound as casual as possible. "I was just looking for the restroom, and I seem to have gotten a bit turned around." He tilted his head, his eyes searching hers. "You okay?" Ashley's pulse hammered in her ears. "Yes, yes, just a bit overwhelmed by the grandeur, you know?" Thomas nodded, his gaze lingering on her for a moment too long. "I can see why," he said, his voice low and comforting. "Would you like me to walk you there?" Her heart skipped a beat. "No, no, th
"WOULD you like a drink?" Thomas asked, mistaking her nervousness for thirst. "I'll grab us some champagne.""No, no, I'm fine," she replied a little too quickly. "Just...just give me a moment to admire this piece." She gestured to a mannequin dressed in an outlandish outfit that looked like it belonged on an alien runway.Thomas nodded, his eyes lingering on her before he stepped away. Ashley took a deep breath, willing her heart to calm down. She had to find a way to get to Aiden without Thomas finding out. The room was crowded, but she spotted a narrow corridor leading to the next exhibit. It was her chance."Thomas, I think I'll just step out for a moment to...uh, to check my makeup," she said, her voice shaky.Thomas nodded, engrossed in a nearby conversation. "Take your time, darling. I'll be right here."With a silent prayer to the fashion gods, Ashley slipped away. She stepped into the corridor, her heels clicking against the floor as she moved swiftly. The walls were lined w