Happy New Year to everyone. I have been a bit sick, which is why I haven't been updating regularly, but I am back now, and updates will be regular this month. Thank you, Welcome to 2025🥹🥰
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
Bethany keeps hitting the steering wheel as she returns home at full speed since her driving skills have improved ever since she stopped being married t that douchebag and is now more confident. She had promised Arthur a lovely dinner, but the day had slipped through her fingers like water, coupled with all the happenings and then Daisy’s visit. She had busy taking care of what needed attention in the company and her heart lurched with guilt.As soon as her car drove into the compound, she bolted out swiftly and heads into the living room, removing her long coat as she walks in, draping it over the chair in the process. Bethany pushed open the door to their bedroom upstairs but there is no sign of Arthur. She had not even stayed outside long enough to check if his car had been parked or not. She feels even more guilty now, knowing that by now, the duo should be sitting for dinner by now.“Arthur?” She calls out, hoping to hear him call her back but she is met by the ticking of the la
Arthur kisses her senseless, ravaging her lips and open skin right there, where all the staff are chuckling at the back but their backs are politely turned to give the couple some privacy. Bethany runs her hands through his hair while the other hand roams around his neck, pulling him closer and closer as though the kisses are trying to separate them instead of otherwise.Outside the restaurant where the couple is having their dinner, and possibly more, the voice becomes louder as the waiters at the door try to restrain the intrusion and refuses to let the intruder in. Bethany looks into Arthur's eyes and asks him, a bit confused since he had rented it out, “Did you invite another person by any chance?" Arthur is just as surprised as she is and shrugs his shoulders. "No, I am not expecting anyone. After all, I only made reservations for both of us. Maybe it's one of the staff that is causing the intrusion or something..."He stops talking when he realizes the gap in his statement. Th
In a modern age kitchen complete with an espresso machine and hot plate with its own microwave oven right beneath it, Daisy can't stop pacing around with only one thought in her mind. She sighs again and again, her mind flashing to the meeting with Bethany the previous day.“That damned woman did not even care to hear all I had to say. She had that useless faraway look in her eyes, telling me to hurry up since she has better and more important things to attend to. She has always been rude anyway.” Daisy mumbles to herself, touching her chin every now and then.Her son, Charles is her biggest worry!Certainly, no mother can ignore when her son is going through emotional backlash just because of a good for nothing lady like Bethany."Aaarghhhh!" Daisy groans, knowing that Charles hasn't been fine for days now. He has been miserable all around, causing more damage to his broken heart. Drinking in uncouth places, using foul language, everything he never was.Worst of all is the last time
Arthur stops laughing and keeps a straight face, he stares deeply into Daisy's eyes with extreme seriousness. His gaze is dark and Daisy wonders why his reaction suddenly changed."Why should I care about him? I thought we said we are no longer family. Our last conversation was when you asked me to choose between you and my wife, and I hope you remember what my answer was." Arthur utters, his voice low and his eyes showing disdain towards Daisy. “And just in the case where you forgot what my answer was, it’s still the same till now. I choose my wife any day, any time and in any damn circumstance.” Daisy's body shakes unconsciously. She had said a lot of things during their last argument, and she didn't expect Arthur to take note of each word."You don't have to take everything seriously; you know that I don't know how to control myself whenever I'm angry. Mind you, everything I said it's just under the influence of anger. You did not even give me the opportunity to apologize then. I
In a large meeting room, John ss having an official meeting with the director of finance of his company, Mr. Gabriel, and some other relevant staff of the same the department."I don't think we can last longer with the rate of the company loss. We will soon be facing bankruptcy. We ought to cut our losses now and close before we turn red, or we can choose to find some work to do that could be our lifesaver, bring us back in the green immediately." One of the staff, who happens to be a female, blurts out during the presentation. The company hasn't been doing well lately, and it has got the staff worried as they keep anticipating better results, but they have got nothing. Even now, those in the finances know fully well that at the rate they are going, there, soon, won’t be enough to pay the hardworking staff.Mr Gabriel also chips in. "We have been waiting for the contract with the Campbell hospital since it is our only hope right now but it seems like nothing..."John cuts him off bef
Daisy returns home after her embarrassing pre-lunch with Arthur earlier, her mood completely smashed against a rock, her thoughts still tangled in the events that had followed her final intense conversation with Arthur. The restaurant's customers glancing in their way every time Arthur laughed, their curious laughter echoing back in her ears as she thinks of it, and worst of all, Arthur's mocking tone haunts her as she steps through the front door of her own house."Argh!” She groans the same way she had done in the morning. “He has been acting like an evil spirit ever since that bitch occupied his mind and time!" Daisy seethes as she enters the living room, which seems oddly too quiet, and that gets her a bit confused.When she finds the silence unusual, she becomes curious. Quinn!” She yells, her voice sharp, slicing through the firm silence. By this time, Quinn is just getting back from school and sits in front of the television to watch the daily run of a kdrama that is currently
It's getting pretty late at night, and Quin hasn't returned home yet, which has got Daisy pacing around the living room."Where is this girl for goodness sake?" Daisy asks no one in particular as she keeps dialing Quinn's number but it is out of reach.The clock on the wall ticks steadily, each second echoing in the quiet house and only making Daisy more frantic as it reminds her that time keeps moving. She is more than worried. Her frustration increases after every failed call Quinn several times.“Come on, Quinn. Where are you?” She mutters under her breath, feeling a knot of worry tighten in her stomach. She just is not feeling comfortable. Something about a mother’s guts.Just then, the door makes a sound as it creaks open, and Daisy moves her head swiftly in that direction, almost giving herself a whiplash. "Quinn? Is that you?" She inquires as she walks to the hallway to verify who the person is.However, she is slightly disappointed and a bit hopeful when John walks in.“Daisy
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,