Bethany's jaw literally falls open. "Wha..."
Just then, there is a ruffle of footsteps and noises at the door and within seconds, the door is ajar with about five people standing right there by the door. Quinn comes in first, launching herself happily into Charles's arms. Laughing, he catches and twirls her around before hugging her. "Hey lil sis, how are you?" "I'm fine. Hi Alexa." She greets her and completely ignores Bethany. Daisy, John and their driver come in next, the driver bearing a basket hamper covered with shiny wrapping paper and finally, a tall and handsome man comes inside last, looking around him and then his eyes comes to rest on Bethany. They lock eyes for a split second before she looks away, shaking her head vigorously. He must be the important guest they have been expecting, who is he exactly? But this is not the time to ponder about that. Bethany steps forward, cutting all of the greetings that didn't include her short. "Thank goodness you all are here now. We have an issue here I would like to talk about." Everyone looks at her puzzedly, except Alexa who rolls her eyes elaborately. "What is that? We don't have all day?" Daisy asks impatiently. "I left your house by midnight today and got home to meet Charles and Alexa having sex on my matrimonial bed!" She states angrily. Gasps? Defence? Nothing. Bethany looks around John, Daisy and Quinn, expecting there to be some sort of reaction to her news but there's nothing, they are giving her blank stares like she is crazy. "What? He is married to me, he can't be doing that with other women. Not one that is supposed to be your family member, come on, this is incestuous adultery." She says something, desperately grasping at straws even though she knows she looks pathetic suddenly. "So? It's just Alexa." John says and spreads his palms. That's the exact same thing Charles had said. Quinn scoffs. "Family? Alexa is not family related to us. She is..." "Shush." Daisy immediately cuts Quinn short and faces Bethany. "Sometimes, in a marriage, you need to be more open minded about the relationships you and your husband keep. You can get really bored being with only one person and you need to try other things." Bethany gasps softly, feeling herself getting weak once again. "Are you really supporting his cheating now? You should be telling him to be faithful. Who is Alexa if she is not your family? I have known her for two years as a member of your family. So who the hell is she?" Alexa steps forward. Charles tries to hold her back but she shrugs his hands off. "If you want to know so badly, I am Charles's second wife." "What the hell?" This is spoken by the tall stranger and all heads turn to him, so he didn't know about that. Bethany is somewhat strengthened by his reaction but she is shocked, even more shocked than he is. "S...SE...second wife?" Her heart sinks even lower and the rose that had turned to ashes is washed away by the wind. "How long have you been married?" "A year and half..." Ah. "So you've been cheating on me since six months after our wedding, calling her a member of the... Wait, you all knew about this?" The harsh truth dawn's on her and she reels from the shock of it. Quinn nods enthusiastically while Daisy shrugs. "I can't refuse my son whatever he wants and that's my weakness so when he told me that he wanted to marry her, we did a small court wedding. "It's not like you were the best wife to him anyway. He literally picked you up from your poor life and made you into the woman you are now." Never forgetting to rub her background in her face, John states as he sits down, rolling his eyes. Bethany could have been shot at that moment and she would not have felt it. She felt overwhelmingly hurt, so hurt that it turns into nothingness. By the time she opens her mouth once again... "I want a divorce." Charles, who had been silent all along, sprung forward. "No. I like you, you clean well, cook well and attend to my family very well..." Bethany is too weak to have any reaction to his words at this point but what she wants to do is just raise her hand and slap him across the cheeks but her hands just would not move. "I will not agree to the divorce. At least you're the first wife." Charles tries to smile reassuringly but it's only disgusting to her. That she should stay married to the scumbag who married another woman while they were not divorced? "Hell no." She refuses vehemently. "I want a divorce or I'll take it to court." Charles stops smiling and straightens up. "I don't think you know the impact of the Worth family in this state. I can ruin you and still make you stay my wife, why don't you just stay my wife and I'll continue to treat you well?" Bethany suddenly has a wave of dizziness and she can feel herself falling to the ground but just as she's about to hit the ground, firm hands catch her by the waist and she's swept off the ground. She gasps softly as she looks into those sea green eyes before passing out in the tall man's arms. Charles comes forward and extends his hand. "Thank you Uncle but I can carry her inside myself." "I know for a fact that she would not want to be in your hands if she wakes up. Where is her room? Or rather, where did she sleep overnight?" Charles turns slightly red and points to the door down the hall, where Bethany had come out from earlier in the day. He turns around on his heels and takes her inside, tucking her in on the bed and checking for her breathing from time to time until it finally regulates and she falls asleep.Arthur sits in the darkness, watching the slow and steady rhythm of her chest as she breathes in and out.He doesn't even know this woman but something about her is tugging deeply on his heartstrings.Nobody, absolutely no one deserves to be treated as such trash. Daisy had said it herself that Charles's wife had cleaned their own house and this strange woman herself had said she got home by midnight to meet another woman in her own husband's bed... And even worse, much much worse, they have been married for over a year.The woman sighs softly and lays down on her side, deep asleep.That makes him wonder when last she has had such good sleep for her own body to shut down on her.Arthur rises up from the chair and walks over to her, crouching by the bed, he raises his hand and puts it over her face, not touching it but just tracing out the outlining of her face.Her curved jaw and sharp nose, with those curled eyelashes that look luxurious and her...She suddenly opens her eyes with h
Exactly a week and three days later, it's very early in the morning in Charles's Worth home and now, he lives with his newly celebrated wife, who is now free to live with her husband ever since the first wife decided to leave of her own free will...Only that a couple things are starting to change...Charles comes in frustrated and runs his hands through his hair over and over again. "Argh!"Alexa turns in bed and opens her eyes. "What's got you so riled up this early in the morning?"Charles looks over at her and sighs, trying to suppress the boiling rage within him. "It's nothing, go back to bed." It's all you ever do anyway."Did you say something?""What? No." He stands up from the unlaid bed and walks down the living room, he looks around and realizes how much, within a week, the whole place looks like a pigsty.His mind does a flashback to just two weeks ago, and maybe as far back as two years ago. Bethany was an early riser and even before Charles, who as well woke up pretty ea
"I, Arthur Worth, is married to Bethany Worth, the beautiful woman on the television right now." He states again, flashing an identical ring with the one they just saw on the screen on Bethany's finger. The light catches on it and it's unmistakeably the same one that Bethany had shown to the world.Charles immediately springs up and dives for Arthur's collar. "You're what?! You're just an ordinary uncle of mine... Married to Bethany? Who are you to her? She's my...""Your what?" Arthur asks him coolly, maintaining the eye contact so Charles will realize what he is doing. "Don't tell me you were about to call her your wife?" Arthur raises his hands and effortlessly sweep Charles's invasive hands off his chest area. He breezes past him and stands in front of everyone, between the despicable Worth family and the television where the interview is still ongoing although no one is listening now.Arthur clears his throat. "Oh no, I am not about to explain myself and my decisions to you... Bu
Back in John's living room, Daisy is pacing around, livid. "Why will you take such a decision without consulting us? Do you just how much desperate she must have been to seduce you?"Arthur rolled his eyes. "I was the one who asked her to marry me, she did not in any way seduce me or show loss of morality like you're implying."Charles stands up from where he had been biting his nails and come to Arthur in front. "I'm sorry for grabbing you by the collar earlier but see where I am coming from. She divorced me without my permission... I know that sounds pretty stupid but it's what she did. If she can do that to me while I am drunk, imagine the horrendous things she can do to you while you're not looking."Arthur maintains a level gaze and let's him finish rambling before replying. "First, she did no such thing."Charles shakes his head vehemently. "I knew you would not believe me when I said that. That's exactly how it went, all of us here including her was in that house, she is the on
Just the next morning, Bethany wakes up as early as she always does and heads downstairs to make breakfast for herself and Arthur, what she did not expect is that she'll meet Arthur down there already, making bacon and eggs."Good morning." She greets, standing by the door.He turns around and smiles. "Good morning, please come have a seat." His eyes wander down to her hands and he suddenly rinses his hands in the tap and comes over to meet her. "You took off the bandage?""It was long overdue..." She massages the back of her palm where the bandage had been wrapped around from the coffee burn. "It's going to scar though.""I won't let it." He walks over to the living room where Beth peeks after him but he soon goes out of sight and then returns with a small lotion in his hands. "I had gotten this yesterday but I had forgotten to give it to you. They say it works quite well to clean burn scars. Maybe you should give it a try?""Tha... Uhm, I will."Arthur chuckles. "I see you're gettin
Her words spark a reaction in everyone in the lobby, including the receptionist who immediately rings up Jade and exchanges a few words with her.Alexa smirks at the reaction she's able to get from the people as they start to gather and to murmur amongst themselves. "Oh, you're wondering if it is true? It is completely and totally true. I received an anonymous tip this morning that my husband, who did not come home last night has spent the whole night with this whore."The elevator opens and out comes the tall, black haired secretary, Jade.She simply looks at the door and the men nod immediately, reading the meaning in her look.With the aura she possesses, as she walks to meet Alexa in the middle of the large hall, the people standing in her way part so she can walk through to the front."Are you sure about this claims?"Alexa turns to her immediately, completely thinking something else. She definitely has the look of a reporter so Alexa thought she's reached out so she can get an e
"When I was three years old, some of you have got children that age or maybe even less, either way, I went missing as a child. Still don't know how that happened but I disappeared when I was three. When I became conscious of myself and my surroundings, I discovered I didn't have parents and was living in an orphanage run on charity... Things were tight. Even that I had to do after school jobs and all of that just to make ends meet."By now, the whole hall is silent and hanging on to her every word while she mentally accesses the situation before her.Daisy is there, waiting to lay a bait so that all these reporters that line up the front row on the other side will have something to drag her for but if she wants to have a successful life, she must avoid online conflicts by all means, and even if they do happen, it must be in her favor...And what's better to bring a person to the right side than a sob story? True story, but sob all the same... "When I turned eighteen, I was turned out
Back in the office, Bethany breathes a heavy sigh of relief as she grabs her bag off the couch. "We can leave now.""Sure." Arthur opens the door for her and she heads out first.Jade is standing right there in the doorway. "You had informed me that you won't be around for most of today so most of your meetings have been rescheduled between tomorrow and the day after.""Thank you very much Jade.""Also, I wanted to ask if we should blacklist Daisy Worth?""Yes please. John Worth too, even though he has not come here yet. That's practically the whole family.""Noted ma'am. Have a nice day."Bethany nods her thanks and walks past with Arthur nodding slightly at the secretary as he passes her by.Jade keeps her expressionless eye on the duo till the elevator doors close before she turns around and walks into her office, setting to the work.At the lobby, people bow in greeting and voice their greetings each as the duo walk by."You're cool ma'am." Someone says and she laughs, forcing the
Time slows.Bethany’s fingers brush the handle of the driver’s side door just as the second beep-beep fades into the air. A bird chirps from the lamp post above the lot. The wheels of a nearby shopping cart squeal as someone exits the pharmacy across the road. Arthur opens his mouth to say something…And the world erupts.BOOM.It’s not just a noise., it’s a force. A living, monstrous thing that tears through air, glass, and metal like paper. The car explodes in a big explosion of fire and shrapnel, its roof splitting, hurling into the sky. The windshield vaporizes in a white hot flash and for the person standing right next to the explosion...Bethany is thrown violently backward. Not a stumble. Not a fall. She is launched into the air like a ragdoll and what goes up, always comes down.Her body hits the ground very hard. The sound is sickening, skin on pavement, ribs crunching, skull cracking and the audible sound of all of it.Then stillness.Alarms scream in every direction. The
The man walks in front of the station like he’s trying not to walk into a landmine, slow, tentative steps. He stops at the top of the stairs, takes one deep sigh, rubs his weak looking eyes and takes the few more steps into the building.He does not take big strides and no waving hands. Just quiet, precise steps through the front doors of the Precinct, wearing a weather beaten hoodie and jeans that have seen better years. His eyes are the kind that don’t blink enough, too haunted to remember how.Or at least that is what it looks like to whoever cares to give him a glance.At the front desk, Officer Laney gives him the once over. She’s halfway through sipping her third iced latte when she asks, “Can I help you sir?”The man doesn’t answer at first, first choosing to check if she is a police officer since she is in civilian clothes, then seeing her badge in her hands, he sighs audibly before responding, saying…“I need to talk to someone. Someone in charge of a particular case here.”L
Rumors begin less than three days later.Apparently, grabbing a cup of coffee with a beautiful female Major is grounds for rumors, and even people whom you don’t know who begin to study your every move. The rumors, with truths in them however, rage on the barracks.They spread like heat on dry bush. Fast, wild and pretty much unstoppable. A Major seen sneaking smiles at a Lieutenant during drills, the same Lieutenant caught slipping out of the officer's quarters too early in the morning.Chara doesn’t as much as flinch when she hears then, she’s pretty much used to the weight of judgment.Chara doesn’t pretend to care, not at all.She keeps her chin high, her stride sharp like the boss lady that she is, like no one dares say it to her face, because they really do not dare say it to her face.But Mason hears it.He hears them and unlike Chara with her own steely indifference, he is not indifferent to it.And it gets harder to ignore, mostly because it is not all about him but her.Mason
It is a new day on the barracks, the morning frills are done and so are evening ones, it’s just past the time for everyone to have dinner but someone is not headed to the cafeteria for food.The knock on the door announces his arrival to his caller.Major Chara’s office is dimly lit but bright enough fir the time of the day, considering she is in the male fields, she knows just how to be careful enough to not have too much light on, not too much to help the stalkers peek through the window at her perfectly figured body. She’s currently halfway through dressing, uniform pants already snug around her waist, boots laced to perfection, but her shirt still hanging on the back of a chair.“Come in,” Chara calls, her voice calm.She doesn’t bother rushing. She knows exactly who it is and why she has sent for him.The door opens, and then nothing.No footsteps. No greeting.Just silence from who it is that stands at the door.Private First Lieutenant Mason Campbell.She turns slightly, still
The courtroom is brightly lit, smells like polished wood and paper and different, different smells of perfumes and cologne.It's still early in the morning, the sun barely slanting through the tall and somewhat dusty windows, but the room is already full, a lot of people seem to be quite interested in the case and other than that, there are also students who have come to just witness one and some other purposeful individuals, albeit, the courtroom is filled. The silence is thick, every cough or chair scrape feeling louder than it should because every sound that is not inevitable is not allowed in the court, it should always be bone silent and they all try to keep to the rule, although the silence can feel a bit suffocating but they can’t help it.At the defense table, John Worth stands stiffly, his head cast downwards staring at his feet or at the floor, either, wearing the same annoyingly orange jumper he has worn to every hearing in the past week.His hands rest by his sides, fisted
Detective Reynolds has never hated walking down this damned hallway more than he actually does now, with what he knows his mission it, he does not look forward to the next few minutes since he’ll be walking down the same hall again.The keys jingle in his hand, cold metal biting into his palm as he squeezes it more than he should, causing himself pain. He passes the front desk, the vending machines, the bulletin board with the crooked missing persons flyer... all of it feeling a little more annoying than usual.For the first time in a very long time, he regrets his job and for once wishes that he was in a position of power to refute the corrupt order that he is about to go ahead and act out. He had spoken to Daisy Worth just some minutes ago before he decided to accept his fate and do as ordered unless he wanted to risk his job, and even if he does risk his job for the sake of his integrity, the five bastards will still get released anyway so there is basically no point dragging out t
The morning sun filters through the trees in the large, green park that overlooks the pretty lake ahead.It’s warm. Peaceful. A soft breeze rolls across the lake, lifting the petals from scattered white roses and tugging at the corner of the prettily covered altar. Everything looks like it was summoned out of thin air, a lakeside setup, simple chairs, a path of white laid across green grass, and yet it all feels perfectly right.They didn’t plan it. Not really. They did not have the time to do so anyway, because every minute now counts.Every. Single. Minute.But love doesn’t always need a plan. Sometimes, it just needs now and that’s how everything was planned overnight, some people who still haven’t slept yet are in the congregation.By the water’s edge, rows of white wooden chairs are arranged in quiet perfection. A floral arch leans over a makeshift altar, the blooms fresh, delicate, almost too pretty to touch. There are photographers present, it is a memorable one, everyone wants
The holding cell stinks terribly of sweat and urnine and not so well taken care of body discharges.Smells disgusting in there.And it is not just the stink of sweat or urine, like the average downtown drunk tank, no. This one also reeks of guilty men dressed up in expensive cologne. Designer jeans and loafers scuffed on concrete, the exact dressings that they had all been arrested in though they do stink now from not having baths for days.Five men, once golden boys in nightclubs and boardrooms, now sit on cracked terrazzo floors under extremely dim bulb lights.Trevor sits with his legs crossed, perfectly calm for someone in such a situation.The others? Not so much, they are relying on him and for someone they are leaning on, he seems a little too calm for their liking.“Trevor, man,” hisses Logan, slick back that is not so slick now, pacing the cell like a caged animal. “You said your dad would never let this happen, you said you’ll never spill our names now look at all of us, sitt
The day began with yells, cackles of laughter within a small family and small children, all laughing toothily around the large house. Scattered around were pink balloons and a particular glittery plastic tiara that didn’t quite fit on Bethany’s tiny head.She was three years old at the time, full of toothy grins and sticky fingers and loved pancakes with a lot of syrup, and today, today was her birthday.“Mommy,” she said, swinging her legs beneath the kitchen table that was considerably ten times her total weight, “I want McDonald’s burger for my birthday.”Martha, standing by the counter with a juice box in one hand and her purse in the other, gave her daughter a bemused look. “Are you sure? We can make you anything you want. Pancakes? Spaghetti? A cake shaped like a pony? Where did you even hear about that?”Bethany shook her small curls. “You got Mason one, I want my own too today. McDonald’s and the park. I wanna ride the horsies! They are cuteeee.”Beside her, Seven year old Mas