Bethany watches as he relaxes into the chair, the unease in his eyes the previous minutes completely gone and disappeared. "So... You were married to Millicent Atkinson." Bethany mutters, knowing that she'd rather get it all out of the way now instead of letting it gnaw at her heart like the leech that it is.He looks up at her, his eyes meeting hers. Unsure of how she's really feeling since she looks really good at masking emotions. "Yes, I was. I didn't want it to ever come up... I'm sorry." He whispers, playing with his fingers.Nothing the nervous tick, she chuckles, somewhat relieved, but for what reason? She does not even know."Why did you two divorce?""Millicent was a manipulative woman. Took me years to find out. But I did. And when I did, it took a lot of courage and heart work to get out of it." A look of obvious hurt passes his face."I'm sorry to hear that. I will never manipulate you into doing or thinking anything."Unlike the Arthur of the previous minute, he chuckle
As soon as Charles wakes up enough to hear some sounds around the house, he springs up from the bed, making his way into the shower.He looks into the mirror and winces. "I'll never drink again." He mutters as a result of the painful ache that's pounding his head. He remembers vividly the last time he had stood in front of the mirror like that, hungover.That had been the morning where he discovered that Bethany had left him.The events of the midnight comes rushing back as well and he remembers what Alexa had done the night before. Momentarily forgetting the ache in his head, he heads out of the bathroom, out of the room and downstairs to the living room area where he finds her straightening up the couch.First time he's ever seen her do something around the house if you ask Charles.She looks up as she sees him approach but she looks away as soon as their eyes meet, letting him know that she sees him there but she will not acknowledge it altogether.Charles scoffs. "So we're just go
I promised you all a full chapter on my Birthday... So here it is ❤️ Happy Birthday and Happy Graduation to Samantha Whyte... And Happy Birthday, (fiduciarily) to all of you guys... (Black Rose, I see you right there...❤️ Please find me on F*, please.) And others, your following is noticed. I love you all, I really do. So... Here's the Chapter. * * * That day, Bethany arranges the paper in front of her, laying them out piece by piece, a calculator on her left hand and a pen on her right as she marks some points over and over again. She finally leans up, sighing and drops her pen. "It's all too damn neat, I need the documents from Jade first before I can determine whatever the problem is here." There is a slight knock on the door and Jade opens the door and walks in. "Ma'am, you have a visitor." Something about Jade's demeanor screams it's not someone that she'd want to see with the whole documents and paper around. "Tell them to wait two minutes, exactly two minutes from
In his office, Kevin heaves a sigh of relief as he sips on tea. "I can't believe she is that gullible. One would have been worried she might have found a problem where there is none but she did not even sense anything. How much observance does she lack?"His secretary knocks on his door and he turns to her. "Yes?""The miss is here to see you."Kevin smiles and nods, dropping the tea just as the tall black woman saunters into the office, dripping with elegance and such business acumen."Miss Yang, please, have a seat. You're welcome to my office once again." He greets, holding out his hand for an handshake.Ana Yang ignores his outstretched hand and makes right for the chair where she sits in.Kevin laughs awkwardly and walks back to his seat as well."So, to what do I owe this visit?"Ana looks right at Kevin. "To what do you owe this visit? Did you forget our agreement already? You were supposed to pay up for the modification of those documents the day I brought them and now you sti
The plane touched down in the airport and the large television-like thing showed that the plane from Washington DC to New York just landed.One by one, the passengers of the plane begin to show up and they walk to the baggage claim to pick up their bags.Amongst one of the notable women that descend from the airplane is one with long chestnut blonde hair that is as long as her shoulder with a slight curve upward at the tip of it. She has light makeup on but just as small as it is, it accentuates her natural beauty.As she picks up the large suitcase, she looks around, and then takes a deep breath, knowing fully well that she's back to New York, back home.Just then, she sights a man in a one piece suit, holding up a yellow placard that read Chara Worth and then she smiled as she walked towards him. As soon as he sees her, he drops the placard to his side and bows deeply. "Welcome to New York ma'am. Mr Botter is ready to see you."Chara slides over her suitcase to him and he catches i
The next morning, Arthur makes breakfast and brings it up to Bethany in bed. She smiles as she sits up to take it from his hands.He kisses her on the forehead. “Did you have a good night?”“A really good one. I spent it here, with you after all.”Arthur chuckles. “I think you’re getting a little too sweet mouthed with me.”Bethany winks and pouts. “I think I learnt and is still learning from the best of them all.”“I’m not even going to ask who your teacher is.”Bethany chuckles as she digs into the toast, eggs and coffee. “Have you had yours yet?”“Yes, I took a couple slices while I made the eggs. I have to leave early today, can’t afford to still be in the air while my contractors are waiting for me.“At least, you’re not been an uncaring CEO this morning.”Arthur stands up and straightens his suit. “And I think my uncaring is starting to take a toll on you. You seem to get up later and later by day.” She opens her mouth to respond but he beats her to it again, kissing her on the
Bethany had left for work as well and was planning to return home quickly just to surprise Arthur by making dinner ahead. In the late afternoon, after doing some underground dealings with matters relating to the finance department, mostly because she does not want to publicly announce her move just yet, Jade comes in with some documents in her hands. "Ma'am, you need to check these documents, and your signature is needed on a few of them. One even came down from the Hospital. Once you sign it, I will proceed with the other arrangements." Jade drops the documents on her desk, standing back up and waiting for dismissal. Bethany runs her hands through few. “Are they immensely important? Can’t be left till tomorrow? I thought I was going to end today's work a bit earlier, I have to go grocery shopping and a couple other things...” “I can totally do that for you ma’am. Its part of my work as your secretary. I can attend to needs like those while you’re at work. Ill just need the list t
Echoes of laughter and footsteps and other people’s conversation fill the air in the luxurious mall, lined with gold and white wallpapers and different shops with different designs, making the place almost unbearably colorful, and amongst all these throng of people checking out the place, Is no other person than Alexa and her friends as they go shopping as if there is no tomorrow.Technically, Alexa would like to call it retail therapy because it really takes her mind off all of the wrong things happening in her marriage, that is if she can even call it that, its all in shambles at her feet and she’s just watching it, watching as it keeps crumbling, she does not even know if she wants to pick it up and try to make it right…"Oh my goodness! I saw this bag online, and I never imagined that it could be this beautiful," One of Alexa's friends, Zoe, comments as she admires the brand name bag, bringing Alexa out of her deep thoughts.Alexa smiles and responds. "The place is just like peopl
The sun was barely up in the sky when Arthur pulled into the lot outside the station. The sky was overcast, painted with streaks of gray, as if the clouds themselves knew what kind of day it was going to be...Other than that, it looked like a really gloomy day.No one said a word as the car slowed to a stop outside the police station.Quinn was the first to move, opening the door and stepping out, her face pale but unreadable. Daisy followed, then Bethany, and finally Arthur, locking the car behind them. They walked together, a tight line of four, but it didn’t feel united, not with everything that hung in the air.Daisy had woken up to the phone call from Marsh saying that John would be transported from the holding cell at the police station to the penitentiary where he would stay until his trial ends, that will decide whether he’ll continue to stay there or otherwise.Detective Marsh was already waiting at the entrance, his hands shoved into the pockets of his coat. He gave a small
Red and blue lights painted the darkened club exterior in flashing bursts as police officers stormed through the entrance. As always, whenever there is the sound of even the slightest movements of the police within a club’s surroundings, there is an unheard hush that goes through the crowd…In this case, especially the long line outside waiting to be admitted into the building.A group of onlookers had gathered just outside as well, murmuring in hushed voices, their curiosity piqued by the commotion of the police vehicles. The club's music still thumped through the walls, seemingly oblivious to the chaos unraveling outside.Bethany stood beside Daisy and Quinn, breathless, her heart still hammering from the near disaster she had narrowly escaped, although a bit calm now compared to when her back had been against the wall with slicked back’s hands to her neck.Arthur stood beside them, his jaw locked, his fury simmering just beneath the surface.She knows that a part of his anger is at
Detective Marsh strides into the station with an unmistakable swagger in his steps, whistling a low tune under his breath. His leather jacket swings slightly as he walks, his confidence practically radiating off him. The morning sun filters through the windows, casting a sharp glow across the room.He does look like he has achieved something… He really has. Even though he looks nothing like he slept all night, his smile is still unfaltering.He did not catch a wink of sleep but he has some business here at work today.With John Worth.At the coffee vending machine, Detective Halloway eyes him with suspicion as he stirs his coffee. He raises a brow and takes a slow sip before asking, “Alright, what’s with the strut? You win the lottery or something?”Marsh chuckles and shakes his head. “Better. You’ll see, come along.”Halloway sighs, dumping his half full cup into the trash before following his partner down the hall. “I swear to God, if this is another one of your dramatic reveals, I…
Bethany reaches the door, her heart slamming against her ribs. She twists the knob…Nothing.She tries again, this time pulling harder.Locked.Panic surges through her, but she tamps it down. She’s not trapped. She won’t be trapped.The room goes silent behind her.She slowly turns.The men are no longer laughing. They’re staring at her, their drunken haze lifting as realization sets in."You’re not drunk, you don’t look drunk at all." one of them says, his voice low and dangerous.Bethany forces out a nervous giggle. "W-What are you talking about?"Slicked-Back steps forward, his face darkening. "You set us up, didn’t you? You little vixen."Bethany doesn’t hesitate. She yanks her phone from her clutch and shouts into it…"Call Officer Reynold now, Daisy!"Then, she hangs up.A deadly silence follows.All four men straighten, their expressions shifting from confusion to cold calculation."You little bitch," one of them hisses.Bethany backs against the door, gripping her phone tight
Bethany steps through the doorway, her heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor. The room is dimly lit, thick with the scent of expensive cologne and alcohol, the mini strobe lights just make the sense of thick drugs in the air only increase, and she already has a headache.The moment she enters, four pairs of male eyes snap up to her, taking in her appearance with a mixture of curiosity and predatory amusement.She lets her gaze drift lazily from one man to the next, feigning a slightly dazed expression. Then, as if just realizing something, she presses her fingers to her lips and lets out a soft giggle."Umm... I was told someone was looking for me?" Her voice is intentionally high-pitched, flirty, tinged with just the right amount of uncertainty and girlishness.Mostly with the naivety they are looking for.One of the men, a tall, broad-shouldered guy with slicked-back hair and an eager smile, immediately rises from his seat. His dark eyes roam shamelessly over her body, an
Quinn, sensing Daisy’s hesitation, chimes in, “Honestly, Mum, if anyone can pull this off, it’s Bethany. You should see the transformation she did on me back then when I had to go to a party. I went from ‘meh’ to ‘wow’ in ten minutes.”Daisy smiles a little wider. “Fine. I trust you, Bethany. But if I end up looking like a clown...”Bethany waves her off. “Don’t even joke about that. I’m a professional.”After a few more minutes of meticulous work, Bethany steps back, a satisfied grin on her face. “There! Now, behold the new and improved Daisy Worth.”Daisy hesitates for a moment before turning to face the mirror. When she sees her reflection, her eyes widen in surprise. The woman staring back at her is almost unrecognizable. Her eyes are smokey and bold, her lips a deep crimson that compliments her complexion. Her hair, now styled in soft waves, frames her face perfectly.She looks nothing like the forty year old woman she is.“Wow...” Daisy breathes, reaching up to touch her cheek.
Bethany picks up Daisy’s phone from the coffee table, her heart racing. The caller ID reads “Quinn’s Case’s Officer.”Without overthinking it, she redials the number, already planning her next move. She needs to know what the officer has to say, but she doesn’t want to wake Daisy. As the phone rings, Bethany pinches her nose with one hand, slightly distorting her voice to make it less recognizable.The worldwide method of changing voices, hopefully, it works."Hello?" The officer's voice comes through, gruff but alert. "Who's this?"Bethany clears her throat, forcing herself to sound casual. “Hi Officer Reynolds, it’s Daisy Worth. Sorry, my voice is a little off, I just woke up. My sister in law told me you called and wanted to speak to me?”The officer hesitates. “You sound strange. Everything alright?”Bethany’s pulse quickens, hoping that he does not catch on, but she forces a small laugh. "Yeah, I’m fine. Just groggy. It's been a long day."After another moment of silence, the off
The evening sun casts a warm glow over the smaller sized living room as Bethany watches Martha crocheting opposite her. The house is quiet, filled with the soft sounds of yarn sliding between fingers and the occasional clink of the teacups beside them.She is currently learning how to crochet and how crocheting, according to Martha, is a way of life of elderly people which they were laughing about just a few minutes before. It’s a peaceful moment, one that Bethany savors, until her phone vibrates against the armrest.She glances down at the screen and frowns.It’s Daisy.“Strange,” she murmurs to herself. They’d just seen Daisy the day before, so this early evening call feels odd. Without hesitation, she excuses herself from the room, stepping into the hallway before answering.“Hello? Daisy? Is everything alright?” Bethany asks, her voice steady but tinged with concern.For a moment, all she hears is sniffling, soft and shaky. “Daisy?” Bethany repeats, a bit louder, and worried this
Silence swallowed the room whole, thick and suffocating… and bare.It was the kind of silence that came before the realization of something irreversible, something that can’t be taken back.John sat frozen, the weight of his crimes pressing down on him like an ocean tide. His breathing was shallow, erratic, his eyes darting between Daisy and Marsh. For the first time since his detention, it looked as if the reality of his situation had truly settled into his bones. He had managed to let his hope live somehow by believing that he did not kill Sienna and that with proper investigation, he would be released but now…That hope has shattered, never to be pieced together anymore.Daisy’s confession echoed in the room, refusing to be ignored.“She told me that John killed her mother. That he pushed her, Anita, off the bridge back at their hometown, into the water."Marsh let the words settle, savoring the sheer destruction playing out on John’s face. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed,