Joan's eyes enlarged, "Where did you get that? I've never seen...oh...your family."He handed her the phone. She stared at him before turning her gaze to the phone. King peeped in.King's eyes bulged out while Joan let out a loud gasp when they registered what they were seeing.It was her mother, down on the floor of their sitting room, her eyes wide open and a stream of blood flowing from her chest.*"Joan, your mother is dead."Joan had not expected that kind of information when Alistair had said he had something deadly important to tell her though the look in his eyes had made her worried."What? What do you mean?""She's dead. She was murdered yesterday, gun shot wound to her chest."Joan stared blankly at him then chuckled, "You're kidding right? I just saw my mum yesterday afternoon and she must be in some country now.""She traveled?" King asked."She wanted me to go with her but we ran away and hid somewhere where I slept hours and then we came here. Since she hasn't come to
King and Joan both had incredulous expressions on their faces. The note fell away to reveal a picture.A man smiling widely, a woman by his side, also smiling and a young girl in the arms of the man.Joan took a shaky breath. The woman was her mother; the baby, she could recognize her two year old self; the man was the only stranger.That was her father.*Two hours later, the shock had not dissipated. Not even after Alistair eventually allowed her to see her home and she had cried endlessly. Things were just happening and except for King's recovery, they weren't good."We have to get you away, Joan" King said apprehensively, "what if he comes for you? What if he harms you? He killed your mother, he may try to kidnap you. You're not safe, we have to get you away.""To where?" Joan was apprehensive herself bit she tried to stay calm, "I have a feeling he's tracking us. I have not the first idea how to hide from normal people let alone criminals."King paced about the hospital room, run
King already made his choice. He was quite calm."Alistair, are you coming?"It took a long time before he grunted out a yes. He looked at Joan, deep into her gaze. She smiled at him. He felt eternally grateful to her.He turned back to his family."I'll come with you." King answered, "I'll take my girl and come with you."*The car ride to wherever the evil looking man was taking them was tense. The only thing keeping Joan calm was her heartthrob sitted beside her. They held hands. They were the only occupants of the car apart from the driver and a scary looking bodyguard. Alistair had said he had something important to discuss with his family. Victor, the big guy, had said he was going to follow them and so he trailed them in his car."They are my family." King whispered. He had been in a daze since."I noticed the resemblance." Was Joan's answer.Their eyes were the most giveaway. They all didn't have blue eyes but they all had the same eyeshape including Alistair. They were cat ey
Subconsciously, her hand searched for his and latched unto it when found.The action didn't escape Victor. He glanced at her to see her scared expression. He took a wild guess."You have me." He reassured, startling her. She turned her fearful gaze to his."You have me." He repeated, tightening his hold on her hand, "I won't let anything happen to you. I'm with you."*Before King woke from his induced slumber, the King's family were already in chaos. They were back in the mansion that Victor detested."Luca, bring her back!" Isla cried.It wasn't up to an hour since they arrived but they all felt like they had used up the last of their energy. Luca, the cause."You hear me!? You must bring her back! Where did you take her to!? Tell me!" She shook him roughly by the shoulders, tears falling miserably out of her eyes.Luca sat, watching her, seemingly unbothered.Isla regretted trusting him. She was much too naive. He had shown her so much care at the hospital, she actually thought he
"You're too devious for your own good." Victor replied, feeling relieved that he had finally done something right for King.Luca said nothing else. He got to his feet."You can get you and your underlings out of my house.""So you can bully my family? No way. I, my fiancee and my brother are staying."Luca paused but then smirked and he walked away.*"She'll wake up soon." Charlene assured King who was packing restlessly round the room.Joan soon did with a slight cough. King was at her side in a jiffy."Joan, it's me. Are you okay?"She blinked, her surroundings registering slowly."I'm okay." She managed out, attempting to sit up. They assisted her."Uh...hi?" She blinked at Isla and Charlene."Hi." They waved back.She turned to King, "We were drugged. It's the evil man, right?" She concluded. He nodded."Are we safe here?" She questioned with a sigh, shutting her eyes tiredly."Yes" Isla responded quickly, "We'll make sure of that."King narrowed his eyes at her before looking ba
Jamal was abusive, she understood him well but now with Alistair putting it the way he did... She forced herself not to think that way."That's a different case." She defended, looking at King who pretended like he wasn't listening."Definitely not" Alistair flicked through channels, not caring what effect his words had, "I'd say the same for your family also, Joan. I don't think your mother was clean and your father is a crazed bloody killer, what do you think you'll turn out to be?"*"What's your plan?"Isla had Vincent at tension point with her incessant questions and glares, "Because this isn't how we are going to live our lives for God knows how long. It has only been a day and I feel like I've aged a thousand years."Vincent grunted sleepily, sitting up on his bed. She hadn't even let him sleep for up to an hour. He had been up the entire night, watching over them and he was really tired."Right now" he said to her, his eyes barely open, "I can't think straight. I need my rest.
"If you're done, I'll like to leave." King answered through gritted teeth, glaring daggers at him.Luca stared at him, a solemn weird expression on his face.He glanced away for a second, then said, "Do you think he doesn't know she's here?" Luca questioned casually, "Guard, escort him out."King's heart thumped in fear, "What do you mean?""It's time to leave as you requested, brother."*Joan was all over him the instant she set her eyes on him.“I’m fine” King reassured, smiling. He grabbed her tense hands.She glared at him, “What happened? Why did you leave? We were worried sick about you.”He draped an arm over her shoulder and walked her back to the room where the others were waiting.“I decided to take a stroll to clear my head.”“Why would you do that? What if he hurts you?” Her voice came out panicked.“You know he won’t.” He said simply, squeezing her shoulder.“A stroll, King? You should have known we would all be worried.” Isla reprimanded once he shut the door.“I’m sorr
“Stop! Stop!”Victor raced with all his might but he was too late to stop his brother from falling to the ground with a heavy thud and Joan from being carted away.Alistair chased after the black car, running as fast as his little legs could take him but it was fruitless.Joan was gone and King was down on the floor, bleeding.*NINE YEARS LATER…“Ooooh, good baby, sweet baby.” King cooed, petting the tiny creature in his arms. The creature was now fast asleep after causing a ruckus for over an hour. Sh was really difficult to handle.He laid her down in little pink colourful crib but her tiny fingers were wrapped tightly around his thumb, unwilling to let go. He smiled, kissing the little fingers. She was too cute. He waited, bent over her crib until her fingers loosened, weakened from sleep.He kissed her one last time before grabbing his suit jacket and briefcase and walking out of the room.“She’s asleep” he informed Charlene on his way out, “Don’t enter the room till after an ho
She stood stiff and rigid, even her breathing was controlled. His hand ran through her straightened hair."I'm sorry, Bernadette, I'm sorry. I'm here, you can lean on me. I'm sorry."She tried to pull away but he held her back so she stayed cold. Vincent and Frederico watched with narrowed eyes.*"The PDA can be saved for later. We have a brother in surgery." A cold voice cut through the moment. She jumped away from Merlione, looking guilty and nervous as a drenched fish."Vincent," She called in greeting, trying to match his cold look. He eyed her up, also Merlione who came to stand protectively by her side.She wondered why she felt so nervous and guilty. Perhaps because she knew she needed the approval of King's family.Frederico stepped forward, looking unbothered. "We heard the news. What happened?""He called me," she answered smartly, "he called me just before he lost consciousness.""How did you know where he stays?""He told me." She was less nervous now but there was someth
She laid her head on his shoulder and let him tell her about work and his life for the past nine years while sharing one large can of soda then they ran around and played like little children, using the swings and involving in a sand castle competition with the other children.It was exactly what they needed in their too-careful world.*Frederico puffed on a cigarette, lost in thought. He was surrounded by loud music and intoxicated people but none of the senseless activities going on around him registered in his head. Only one thought did.He had to get rid of King Johannson.Either he did that or he risked being killed. Who else would have the audacity to kill Luca? And motive? There was also Vincent. He sure as hell was a suspect but all fingers pointed to King. It wasn't a coincidence that Luca was murdered during the same period the girl King loved was getting hooked.He took another long drag and stubbed out the rest. It was Luca first, soon it would be him. It was Luca's fault
The problem was that he just couldn't accept the reality that she wasn't his any longer. It felt unreal.He clicked the call icon. Still, he wouldn't leave her. If he ever left her, it would be because she asked him to.Switched off. He dialed her line again. Switched off. Third time. Switched off. He ran a hand down his face.*Isla knocked on Vincent's front door."Tommy, Tommy" She cooed when Thomas answered the door."Thomas, how many times have I warned you to stop answering the door!?" Charlene shouted from somewhere inside."Calm down, Char," She chuckled, entering the lavender-scented home."Nice morning, Aunt Isla," Thomas greeted respectfully, seemingly oblivious to his mum's worries. She laughed, ruffling his hair then stuffed a hundred-dollar bill in his hand. He beamed."Buy as many chocolates as you want, ok?" She whispered, ruffling his hair one last time before going into the kitchen where Charlene was."Oh, my love," She cooed, seeing the five-month-old baby in a movi
She threw her phone aside with a satisfied smirk, "he asked for it. Imagine telling me to apologize after openly stating he didn't take it to heart. A hypocrite, that's what he is."Joan didn't know whether to laugh or cry."Yes, he said he doesn't mind but it is only normal for you to apologize when you do something wrong to show you are truly sorry.""Well, that should be my choice, not his." She stubbornly refused.Joan raised her hands and dropped them in resignation."Good riddance," Isla whispered.*"You were out all day."Were the first words she heard upon entering the house at about 7 pm."Yes. I'm home early. Is there a problem?" He was at the foot of the stairs. He looked sad and beaten but he was one hell of a good actor."Sorry," She changed tactics, putting on a smile, forcing ill feelings out of her heart, "good evening. How was your day?""It was trashy and boring without you," He replied in a monotone, "I went out to see my family when you left for Church and I got
"Thank God, he's gone." Isla sighed with contagious relief."Nah," Joan shook her head, "you get his phone number and talk to him."Isla's eyes widened, "How am I supposed to do that? He's obviously in a rush. Why else will he get takeout?""I'll get it for you.""How?"*Just nice, she was called three days later."It has been confirmed," James spoke, the smiling man she met at the restaurant gone, "Fr. Greg wasn't the chief celebrant at your wedding."She wasn't surprised. "Then who was?"They were all present as three days before, including James' secretary and the Priest who had never uttered a word other than a quiet greeting.He showed her a photo."After going through the footage of that day, the day before, and the day after, we suspect this man as the culprit. He has never been seen in the Church before that day. He was seen entering the Sacristy just seconds after Fr. Greg did but he was never seen coming out. Upon closer inspection..." He showed her another photo. It was a
She thought of going to see King but the memory of Vincent's cold face crossed out the thought. She visited Isla instead.*"Surprise, surprise." Isla's eyes were wide as she ushered her into her modest penthouse in the early afternoon of a Monday. The house was pretty small but comfy. A set of mismatched couches in the middle, an eating area to the right, a TV at the center, a few flowers in antique vases kept at strategic corners, and a treadmill close to a door she assumed led to the room."I checked you at work but I was told you wouldn't be at work for the rest of the week. Is there a problem?"Isla laughed, passing her a glass of water after she sat on one of the couches, "Must there be a problem?""No, but one doesn't just take a leave from work, do they?"Isla wrinkled her nose. She looked pretty. Her long red hair was now shoulder length and she looked very relaxed at home in pajama shorts and a too baggy T-shirt."Ok," She plopped down beside her and tucked her legs in, "I
"There's something else. Your father...""Sold me off? I know that. I received documents today that stated I'm no longer enslaved to them and neither are you and I under any threat. I'm simply just married to him with the condition that I can never divorce him.""Like you would ever." He scoffed.She smiled. Patience, King, patience; I'm coming for you.*She posed and smiled the brightest as the media drowned them with camera flashes and endless questions. Her arm in Merlione's, he led her carefully through the sea of paparazzi and important figures to the hall where the business dinner was being held. It was a week since their wedding.The expensively decorated eating area was to the right while the guests milled about on the left, greeting each other and making business friendships. The first eyes she made contact with were that of King's. He was invited, along with Frederico.He was chatting with an older man. A stinkingly rich one, she realized, seeing his face. She couldn't reme
"Ok, but I'll like to remind you that until this case is resolved, you are still, as it is, married to Merlione Fritzgerald and it is holy that you remain faithful to your vows."She smiled, "Yes, Father."He rose. She did too."You don't mind if I pray for you?"*She returned to her current temporal house, as she chose to call it, after spending some time in the Blessed Sacrament Chapel. She put on her nicest dress, applied makeup which she seldomly did, wore her best heels, and styled her hair until she looked the part of a queen.She sat in the living room and waited for Merlione to return. Once he walked through the front door, she stood and made to walk past him. He grabbed unto her arm."Where are you going dressed like this?"★Merlione's mouth dropped open at the sight of Bernadette. She looked... beautiful was an understatement. He wasn't sure he had ever seen her dress so much. He snapped back to his senses as she walked past, her rosy perfume tickling his nostrils. He grab
She always swallowed everything in and cried till her body was drained of fluid then she got up and pretended everything was fine.She looked up to Heaven and vowed. Even if it was the last thing she did, she'll fight for her and King's freedom.Making that decision, she got off the floor with a smile. The Fritzgeralds family had it coming.*"I told you; I told you! I warned you not to add that in the agreement yet you did. Look at the outcome now!" Merlione hollered, in front of his aunt and uncle."Stop being such a kid," Josephine snapped, "do you really think she'll never divorce you? Don't believe her religious crap.""Well, yes, I believe her. That's why they fought so hard so we'll never get married.""But you're married now," His uncle, Steve, reminded him.He fought the smile that forced its way up his face. He sighed, taking a seat on a side stool."I hate that I had to use such methods to get her. It's annoying seeing the hatred in her eyes whenever she looks at me which i