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Up in Arthur’s office after the short conference that is safe to say had left all of the reporters with even more questions than the answers that they have come for, Bethany sips some orange juice, laughing at something that Arthur had said.“You know, you are like the regular kind of CEO but you are a money grubber too. I can’t believe you said it out loud that you will get only richer with the lawsuits, come on.” Bethany comments, while laughing.“Well, if there is one thing I know people hate in our society, it is the rich getting richer… and yet, they are not helping themselves either. So I know that if I make that statement that I will use their money to get even richer, they will stop, or at least, it will reduce.Bethany bursts into another round of laughter.“Why were you at the hospital anyway?” Arthur asks, coming to sit on the same couch as she is.Bethany’s face lights up and then dies down. “I learnt quite a lot of things there today. I’ll start with Quinn. She told me th
The next morning starts as a peaceful one.It’s end?Maybe not.Bethany rises from the bed, pushing her legs to the ground. After getting freshened up, she goes downstairs and has breakfast with her husband.Being a Saturday makes it all better since she can spend the entire day inside with her husband but she has something to do.Returning upstairs, she sits on their bed and dials a number.It rings for a full twenty seconds plus before anyone picks it up.“Good afternoon, my name is Bethany, I am hoping to speak to Millicent Atkinson?”There is a pause at the other end before a cheery sounding lady responds. “Oh hi ma’am, my name is Tina and I am Millicent’s manager. Can you please call back in about two minutes from now? I’ll go hand the phone to her now.”“Oh, I can wait online while you go ahead, thank you.”She will give them no chance to weasel out of it. It won’t be surprising if she hangs up, calls back in the said two minutes and they refuse to pick.She has to talk to Milli
“I’ll be back in a little bit.” She calls out as she grabs her bag off the couch.“Come on, let me drop you off.”Bethany chuckles. She is out to get him a surprise, so no. “Not this time, please…”“Fine. Be back in time for dinner?”“Promise. I won’t have a bite of food there and be on my way home as soon as I am done over there.”“I love you.” He calls out, blowing her a soft kiss.“Love you too.”Without taking a driver, she decides to drive herself, it has been quite a while since she just let the wind whip through her hair, scattering it.. but as much as she would love to do that now, she would rather stay poised so that woman will see no flaw to pick at… will see nothing to make her think she is inferior to her.After the little over twenty minutes’ drive, she stops the car right in front of Paradise block of apartment, high rise with its penthouse inhabited by our former wife, she walks out the lobby, her heels clicking loudly on the marbled floor.Bethany rolls her eyes, thank
Bethany pushes herself off the floor, letting her gaze fall to the black clothes she has on, now with very visible specks of dust around it. She wipes it off with her hands but they don’t do much.“Millicent, why did you shove me like that?”Millicent takes one step backwards, her face turning red as she glances around into the cameras around her, all of them clicking and recording away.“Give me your phone. You can’t record our conversation without my permission.”“What recording? Why are you blaming me because I married Arthur? He is my husband and I love him so much, I don’t have any recordings on my phone. Stop yelling at me.”“Tell them to stop recording and tell the truth.”Bethany looks around at the crowd but she turns back to Millicent, feigning a gasp. “Millicent, what did I do to you? Just because you called your fans puppets, you are taking that anger out on me now?”The people in the restaurant all gasp collectively, some of them turning to their partners to gossip and wh
Detective Marsh stares at the forensic report in his hands.Halloway is also staring confusedly at him, twitching his head from side to side, wondering about the results he had just also seen.“You have taken the phone for data recovery?” Marsh asks, not raising his head from the paper.Halloway nods.“And this is the results of the forensic examination for fingerprints?” Marsh waves the document in front of Halloway’s eyes, who nods. “And properly checked with the database?”“I am not sure they can make a mistake. She had said she did not see any phone when she was interrogated.”Marsh stares at the paper that clearly identifies the fingerprints on the shattered phone has Daisy Worth’s.“She either is the one who murdered Sienna Minton or she has something to hide on that phone…” Marsh mutters audibly, just loud enough for his partner to hear. “Ah, Is John Worth here yet? He should come here with his wife after all, no need to alarm her. I think we can narrow our two choices down.”“
Kevin Fitzpatrick stands by the large windows of his right under the penthouse apartment, the city lights twinkling in the far distance below. The people and moving vehicles down there look like colonies of ants that are going around, gathering their daily bread.He, as well, is working towards getting his own daily bread after all.His phone is in hand after just completing one call of doom, and slowly he scrolls through his contacts with a satisfied smirk on his face. The previous caller had completely broken down in tears, swearing his allegiance to whether Kevin says during the meeting that will come up soon.The game is already in motion, and now it is time to push the next chess pawn piece forward. The next piece being the next Director of Campbell Conglomerate. They have to have Bethany kicked out within a set time and this is only the tip of the iceberg, getting these entitled old men on his side so he can have a smooth sailing day when the time for the meeting comes.Which
The world was ablaze with the news that a certain A list actress called her fans puppets and that she had really used them like they were really one, to tear her former husband’s marriage apart.“Who are you to decide what I say to my fans? They are my puppets, I get to say what I want…”The voice recording was everywhere.It was trending in number one, two and three, all the same news, different headlines, same person.Bethany Worth walked into the office that blissful morning with a noticeable spring in her step. After day and days of chaos, everything seemed to be falling into place finally, it has been a while since she has felt this kind of peace, maybe being kind of wicked is her thing after all.The protesters had finally been cleared, who would not leave after being called a puppet? Arthur was happy and safe from these ‘puppets’, and her world felt back in balance.Life, for now, is a bed of roses.She spent the beginning of her day, at work, going through documents, signing o
Quinn lay there on her hospital bed, staring blankly at the white, partitioned ceiling.It is white and empty just like everything has been for many days now.The room is quiet, and the silence only increases the ache in her chest and the wild voices in her head, the silence only makes them louder and unable to ignore as they yell things into her conscious state.Her tears come softly, silently, rolling down her cheeks as she thinks profusely about everything that had happened. There was no one by her side in that moment and even now, and in this moment, the loneliness hit her even harder than ever.Daisy had gone off somewhere about an hour prior to this minute, Charles only comes by in the mornings and the late evenings and John has never visited since she has been conscious. Something must have happened but no one is telling her anything and it is frustrating enough already.She sniffles, trying in vain to compose herself, not wanting anyone, especially Daisy, to see her like this,
It’s evening of the same day, they have done some activities and have rested, had a late lunch after they woke up too, now its nighttime and the moon over a large body of water shines prettily.The air shifts to be a little cooler as the moon rises, its pretty pale light spreading over the resort like a creamy silk clothe. Gentle waves slap against the wooden but sturdy poles of their villa, and the little splashes make her smile.Bethany stands at the edge of their private deck, barefoot, robe fluttering in the ocean breeze. Her wine glass is empty now, set somewhere behind her, forgotten. She leans on the railing, watching the moon’s reflection ripple across the water in small, short spirals, uzumaki.Behind her, Arthur steps out of the villa. His shirt’s gone, leaving behind just a pair of soft gray linen pants hang low on his hips... Ooh lala. His eyes find her sitting figure instantly, and for a moment, he just looks at her.Really looks, her silhouette against the breathtaking v
The moment the plane touches down on the sun drenched tarmac of the Maldives airport, Bethany leans her head against the window and sighs, just waking up as a result of the announcement. Arthur already awoke but he did not wake her up knowing she would need the rest.It’s a new day already.They had been in the air for more than half of a day and coupled with the time difference of nine hours, its already the next day when they arrive, morning, sun shining brightly.She smiles again before sighing, coating the glass with vapor.Not the exhausted kind of sigh. The finally, I’m free, I’m ready to be happy kind. She can already see the pretty blue ocean in the near distance and her lips curve up into a soft smile.Arthur, sitting beside her, watches her instead of the view. “That’s the most relaxed I’ve seen you in months,” he murmurs running a finger over her shoulders in sort of a soft massage.Bethany turns to him, her smile deepening. “It’s the most relaxed I’ve felt in months. Who wo
While the pretty silvered plane flies by overhead, a certain couple on the way to their much looked forward to honeymoon, below…The living room reeks of sweat, liquor, and dirty, smelly and rotten food.The morning’s calm is shattered by loud voices, yelling words back and forth between one another. Then suddenly, there is silence, and then that short moment of quietness is broken by a sudden, cracking slap.WHACK!Oh, no.SLAP!Then something shatters, something glass and fragile, a shard is picked up from the shattered glass and then the one piece of glass is picked up from it, used to aggressively cut the other person across the cheek, connecting with the tear caused by the earlier shattered glass.Alexa hits the floor, her body limp, her head smacking against the sharp corner of the center table. The sound is sickening, the kind that sticks in a person’s memory but her assailant does not worry about that, what he looks forward to, is the aftermath, the ecstasy that comes after. Bl
Morning arrives fast...That is how it happens on days you expect so much.The bright morning skies are a soft blue and the air, surprisingly cool for an April morning. The Campbell residence is unusually quiet, except for the muffled sound of footsteps and the occasional whirr of bag wheels being drawn.Arthur stands by the foot of the stairs, dressed casually in a light linen shirt and sleek black pants, overseeing the last of the suitcases being carried out. The driver, uniformed and slightly drawn in the face, loads their luggage into the trunk of the sleek black SUV parked outside.Bethany emerges from the top of the stairs in a matching light outfit, her white blouse tucked into wide legged beige pants, a pair of sunglasses perched on her head and a genuine smile lighting up her face as soon as she sights Arthur waiting for her at the foot of the stairs.Martha and Mason wait for them in the living room, both sipping coffee, the morning sun pouring in behind them.“Someone’s glow
Charles doesn’t remember when the rage began, only that it grew over time, like a parasite feeding off everything he had left of humanity.He stares blankly at the GPS mounted in the Falcon Rental’s Audi R8, sleek, black, expensive, and utterly soulless. Just like him tonight. The false name he gave at the rental office, Reeds Whitby, echoes in his mind as he swerves through the streets.He doesn’t want to think too hard. The bottle of tequila he downed earlier made sure of that. He still has more of it in the deep pocket just if he needs some more liquid courage to protect his family.He punches a code into an app he’d installed on his family’s phones during the Quinn scare, a parental tracking tool he’d masked as a ‘security protocol.’ Now it pulses on the screen, blinking with one word.John.His father’s signal is floating dangerously close to the outskirts of the state. There is no other place she could be staying that is not where the blue dot is currently tapping.“She really ha
The bottle is empty. Charles drops it onto the passenger seat, the final drop of tequila long gone down his throat. His vision swims a little, but his mind is sharp, sharper than it’s been in days.Rage does that.It slices through fog, even the kind caused by alcohol.Simpler to call it a drunken sober state.He adjusts the black cap over his head and slides the dark cloth mask up over his face. It’s not paranoia. It’s protection. He isn’t supposed to be seen. Not today.Not when he’s decided how this ends.The Falcon Rental lot is dim, even in daylight. He parks his actual car on the next street over, then walks across the sidewalk like any other customer. The ID he hands over is fake, the accent he puts on convincing enough. “Reeds Whitby,” he says with a light chuckle. “Just in town for a few days. Business and... pleasure.”The clerk barely looks at him. All that matters is the money.And he gives the guy a lot of it.Keys change hands.Minutes later, Charles is behind the wheel o
Many weeks before...Charles stands on the front steps of the hospital, the early afternoon sun beaming down on him like a spotlight exposing every ugly thought in his mind, shining brightly on every single evil thing he has ever done and said... The conversation with Arthur that he had just some minutes earlier before Arthur had gone up to possibly smack John had ensued, plays on loop in his headaccusations, disgust, disappointment. And the worst part? Arthur did have a point no matter how much he has tried to deny it and say it's a lie.No matter how much he had tried to say he isn't like his father... Deep down, he knew he was like him.And control of himself was slipping right through his fingers.He drags a hand through his hair, chest heaving as he pulls out his phone. His fingers hover for a second before he finally dials the number.The same number he had dialed just before and Arthur had overheard the whole conversation.Sienna picks up on the second ring, her voice light a
Contented sigh.The morning sun peeks softly through the curtains, its light spilling gently over the cream sheets of the master bedroom where our couple have been staying and where the stay would soon come to an end since it's all over anyway. Arthur stirs first, slipping out of bed quietly so as not to wake Bethany. A few minutes later, he returns with two steaming mugs in hand. He knows what his wife needs anyway, and he'll give it to her, knowing what time she wakes up on her and even if it's not near, the coffee will damn near wake her up with it's 'rejuvenating' scent as she calls it.Bethany blinks awake just in time to see him walk in, dressed in his robe and soft slippers on his leg. He hands her one of the mugs and sits on the edge of the bed, watching her with amusement.She accepts it gratefully, taking a sip. “Mmm. You make a mean cup of coffee,” she says sleepily, sitting up straighter as the warmth spreads through her hands, waking her fully.Arthur raises a brow. “Goo
POVGood riddance to bad trash.The glass in front of me is already half empty, but I hold it like it’s the only thing anchoring me to the planet. My fingers tremble around the rim, knuckles pale and tight. Whiskey burns my throat as I knock the rest of it back in one go, but I barely flinch.Who flinches at a burn of alcohol after seeing a dead body’s flinching in death? Its nothing compared to one another, simply fleeting and yet stays with you… When you see the eyes of a dead person closing for the last time.Or the last blink? The last sigh? The last finger twitch? Exhilarating to see and alcohol seems to be the closes thing to feeling that lovely twinge in your back again.The bartender’s eyes flick toward me from the end of the counter.He's used to me now. I’ve been coming here every other night, ordering the same thing, pretty expensive whiskey, no ice, no chaser, the perfect feeling it gives me gives me no other choice but to drink it raw.I don’t need comfort.I need focus an