When she finishes the laundry, it is nearly quarter to eleven, and Lucas and Hannah are still not home. And the food she prepared for them is now cold, causing her to weep once more at the waste. Luke did not leave for breakfast, lunch, or supper, and it is her fault that she did not ask when.Her back is throbbing and she appears to be on the verge of collapsing at any minute. But when Abby informed her that she is on her way to their house, she was astonished and unsure of what to do. She decided at that moment to place the dried garments in a huge basket, take them upstairs to her bedroom, and fold them later.She also puts cream on her back, and she weeps again when she sees the location on her back where the cup hit when Luke threw it turning red, for fear that it would leave a bruise. After applying it, she descended to prepare lunch for her companion. And she simply reheated the meals she made for the whore.She does not know what Abby desires, and her friend stated that they w
"You told me a lie, Ryleigh," Abby uttered this as soon as they entered Rye's kitchen, her tone nearly imploring as she met her gaze. “Abby…”"Why did you lie to me? Why?” Due to her irritation with what she saw and heard, Abby's voice became increasingly louder."Why did you permit Luke to bring a prostitute?"Rye ran towards her and placed her hand over Abby's lips to silence her. "Can we discuss this later?" she said, almost pleading, as she approached the living room, fearing that Luke may overhear her.Abby withdrew and lowered her hand as she stared at Rye.Rye expelled a heavy sigh. "I know what you're thinking, let's discuss it later, and could you just be nice to Hannah this one time?"Abby has her arms crossed and her left eyebrow is raised."Why should I be kind to her? I don't like snakes," Abby stated in disdain.Rye understood that she could not always handle Abby's haughty demeanor, but she had faith that her buddy will carry out her requests. "Even if just for the pres
Abby told Ryleigh, much to her surprise, that she would be extending her stay.Rye is currently folding her and Luke's clothing. "Why?" she inquired."I wish to teach that whore a lesson—" Rye hurled her towel in Abby's face. She moaned, "Hell, Rye!" as she threw back her shirt."Two days is sufficient, and I do not wish to be a hindrance—"Excuse me?" Abby spoke and motioned as if she were writing in the air. " If I wish, I can stay here for a week.""Luke won't agree—""Why then?" Abby interrupted her as she continued to assist her in folding their things."Didn't you see nor feel? He did not welcome you or Keith, his friend. Now, how are you going to convince him that you should remain?“Pardon? Do—me?” Abby pointed to herself and asked, "Do I need his consent if this property is also yours?" Abby slammed her forehead and exclaimed, "Oh, Rye! Wait... I don't know what's wrong with you, but it appears like you're terrified of something happening. Luke is causing you harm, right? Tel
Abby and Rye went to the kitchen at five o'clock in the afternoon to prepare food. The two agreed to throw a BBQ party beside the pool.When they got to the kitchen, Rye took all the remaining meat from the refrigerator; it was pork meat that had been marinated and cut into squares; all they had to do was poke it with a barbecue stick.Abby was shocked that she received whole items, and she did reveal that she had prepared them prior to their departure.Therefore, she does not need to go grocery shopping each week. So, food and such issues will not be a problem for them—for her, since she is sometimes the only one who cooks and eats them.When Keith asked for cold water in the kitchen, they were swapping discussions about anything.Abby, who is attentive and vivacious, offered the man a glass of water."What are you planning to do?" Keith inquired as Rye placed the pork slices in a large bowl."We'll be having a barbeque mini-party later, so you're welcome to stay if you'd like?" Abb
Abby continues to observe Ryleigh as soon as she returns to the kitchen. She rested her back on the side of the bathroom commode as Rye washed the fish she would fry later.Abby heaved a deep sigh before speaking, as she is unable to endure the silence between them."What exactly did Luke do to you?" Abby asked.Before returning her attention to what she was doing, Rye gave her a quick glance. "Nothing serious, it's just about the utility bill, he told me the internet provider called him and they need my identification card—"Abby's sardonic chuckle pierced through the hum in Rye's remarks. She crossed her arms while attempting to capture Rye's attention. "Seriously, Rye? She asked with a raised brow, "Do you think I'll take that?"Rye gazed at her. "Abby, you're too suspicious. It only concerns the utility bill.""I followed you. You two together."Rye's eyes widened, her hands began to tremble, and she hastily removed the pan from the stove, fearing that it would fall from her gras
Abby brought Keith into the kitchen after the confrontation with Lucas, while Lucas and the bitch headed upstairs.Abby inquired as to why they had thrown punches at each other. And Keith did reveal the specifics."I'll tell you what, Rye. Your spouse suffers from bipolar disorder. Based on Keith's story, he appears to be possessive. Why? Why does he have to act this way? Is she interested in you, or is there something going on between the two of you?" Rye is terrified by Abby's questioning voice since Abby has a point.And maybe Luke acted that way because he thinks Keith likes her—that her husband is worried she'll tell Keith about the playroom and every punishment she's been subjected to—but Rye isn't like that. She was skilled at keeping her word."Not unless he's developing feelings for you, Rye," Keith remarked, causing Abby to laugh cynically.Keith's brows furrowed when Abby patted him on the left shoulder. "I'll tell you what, hunky. Let me tell you something you're not aware
After Hannah's ridiculous arrival, Abby and Keith are unable to contain their laughter in order to annoy her. Lucas then gives them both a death gaze, which causes them to stop, but when dinner is over, Lucas and Hannah immerse themselves in the blue water.Ryleigh is presently setting the table, and her gaze slowly drifted down to the two smiling at each other; Lucas is currently carrying Hannah while resting his head beneath her neck. Seeing Lucas grin at the woman he loves causes the lady indescribable sorrow, but she will be in Florida next week, and knows she will have the opportunity to be his wife and even more so, his pet.Only an animal; never his wife.Before she could cry, she averted her attention from them and began to carry their belongings as she walked into the kitchen. She observed Keith and Abby conversing at the countertop. She entered the house and placed the items on the table."Let Keith do the dishes, Rye," said Abby as she approached her.Rye stared her in the
The following morning, Abby's game began. Since Ryleigh awoke early, Abby followed and proceeded to Luke's room, where she pounded on the door with the side of her fist until Luke opened it."How are you doing, Lucas?" Abby greeted the man with her lively voice, but he merely regarded her with a frown."Regardless, you look quite handsome with your bedroom hairstyle, but should I enter?" She inquired with a wicked grin on her lips.Luke furrowed his brows. “Why?”"I bet my slave is in there, and it's already 5:25," she glanced at her wristwatch.Lucas remained silent and then opened the door wide for her. Abby's euphoria caused her to grasp Luke's chiseled abs, causing him to groan and curse.Abby chuckled. "Next time, just wear your shirt," she murmured as she entered and approached Hannah, who was still blissfully sleeping in Luke's bed."Observe how this whore sleeps and snores softly as if she were not a whore—""Like you?" Luke, who is currently wearing his shirt, commented."You
Ryleigh’s POV Months have already passed, yet Lucas is still not awake. There has been no advancement. And I almost gave up, but I am aware that he is fighting. He is attempting to return for me... for us. And every idea of losing him nearly rends me apart. How many drugs has he received by injection? I lost count. I pray every day and every moment, but especially while I am by his side, holding his hand, pressing it, and conversing with him. I am aware that there is yet hope. And I believe that miracles are possible. A month ago, our daughter became one year old. We celebrated it in his room, attempting to lighten the mood on that particular day, but we all knew it was futile. Lucas is laying on a hospital bed with equipment inserted into various portions of his body, and he is sleeping so soundly that we fear he will pass away at any time. Damn it! May God have mercy on me. Why should he be one of the many individuals who desired to engage in pointless activities? Why must Luca
When you believed that everything was in order, you relaxed and enjoyed yourself. Ryleigh never imagined that Hannah would reach the point where she would attempt to hurt innocents. Since Hannah had simply given Lucas until 4:00 p.m. to arrange everything, he asked her to stay, but she declined. "We must notify Abby. They can assist." “No! I will handle this on my own. Please comply. It is for your benefit. You have no idea what will happen—" "Lucas, we cannot predict what will occur. Please, let's coordinate with them rather than with law enforcement. You're a broker, correct?" "I resigned." The eyes of Rye expanded. "I don't care. Abby is my companion. Keith and Drake are your friends.” "This has no bearing on them. I must resolve this issue by myself." Rye yanked a hair strand out of fury. "You don't get it, do you? I desired to assist. My daughter—" "Our daughter," he remarked. “Yes. Ours. And I must—" Luke cupped her face and peered into her eyes, which caused her to st
It is an undeniable fact that we enjoy being liked. We have a natural yearning to feel a part of a group or to be liked by another individual. Life does not always afford us acceptance, however. Instead, it is frequently loaded with rejections, refusals, and everything else. Rejection helps us move our attention from our mistakes to how we can improve. Ace will utilize rejection as a defining event for himself. He then realizes that rejection becomes easier with repeated exposure. Continuously running into it demonstrates a gutsy will to seek out opportunities. And each time you recover from a setback, you emerge somewhat more powerful. Although he may accept the rejection, the anguish remains. It is still apparent, and it has further hurt his heart. The suffering of loving someone who does not return his affection is killing him. He feels as though his universe has fallen apart. Often, loving someone who does not love you back is heartbreaking. It is even awful. It is simple t
The following day, Rye was astonished to find Lucas sitting in her family's living room and conversing with her father. Then, carrying her child, she approached them. When he spotted them, the man stood up and smiled, which is unusual. He is not this way. She had never seen Lucas grin at her with such sincerity as he does now. He welcomed them with "Good morning, Rye" and moved closer to them. "You're early," is the only thing she can say. "I've decided to pay you a visit, and your father and I will be attending the summit." Rye was unable to speak. She suddenly recalled Ace. ‘How is he doing?’ She simply nodded. Lucas extended his hand towards Amelia and bit his lower lip. “Can I?” She grinned. The man desired to carry his daughter, thus Amelia was handed up to him. She asserted, "Let's have a cup of hot coffee in the kitchen." Lucas desired to smile and was incredibly red-faced. However, he held it. He does not wish to presume things for which he may have the opportunity.
Following breakfast, Rye decided to depart the motel. However, as she was ready to touch the elevator button, she hesitated. It began to manifest, Lucas. Her heart is close to bursting out of her chest due to shock. Her lips parted and her eyes expanded. The elevator was about to close when Lucas placed his hand between the doors to prevent it from closing. He then moved outside, but his sight never left Rye. Rye then pretended to have a cough and was about to enter the room when he stopped her. "We need to talk," he stated in a monotone voice. At that time, her body did not react appropriately. She caught herself nodding just now. She removed her arms from his grasp, causing him to scowl. He asserted, "Follow me," and started to walk. After a few minutes of strolling, they encountered the individuals she desired to avoid. “Ryleigh?” She whispered "Dad." It was her father and mother who were carrying her daughter. She is uncertain whether she will cry at that moment. Especially
Before arriving at the hotel, Ace never bothers Rye on their flights. The summit arranged for everything, from food to lodging. They will spend a week in California. At eight o'clock in the evening, he invited Rye to supper, but she declined. It is yet another sort of suffering for him. But what more could he do if she refused, claiming she was not hungry? Afterward, he spent the night alone. He decided to go to the bar in the restaurant where he had dinner. He then reached for some potent alcoholic beverages in an effort to forget his troubles. Ace was certain that it was Rye, not his past, that constantly caused his chest to clench. It took him days to grasp it. Since he met Rye, he has already let go of Margaret's memories and accepted everything from the past. When he had nearly consumed seven drinks, he decided to ascend to his chamber. When he reached their floor, he halted in front of Rye's room with the intention of knocking, but instead, he turned his back and entered the ro
"Why are you resigning, Lucas?" Keith's automobile was filled with the roar of his voice. They were on their way to the main office to hand over Lucas' resignation letter. Keith is unaware of his motive, but he is aware that it involves Hannah and Rye. “You can simply take a break without having to re—" Lucas said, "I've already chosen." His forehead contracted. “Why?” Lucas glanced at him before returning his attention to the road. "Do I need reasons for quitting?" he inquired. "Of course." He laughed with sarcasm. "I must only concentrate on the company. Individual investors are leaving the market. Hela also needs my focus. Perhaps these are sufficient grounds, right?" Keith let out a heavy sigh. "Well, the choice is yours. I am aware I cannot undo it." "I also wanted to recuperate fully from that accident and desperately wanted to retrieve those memories," he added. Keith nodded and remained silent till they arrived at the agency. It took only minutes for Lucas to submit
Rye spent all of her time in Ace's office, reading books and browsing the web. She was unable to comprehend Ace's actions. It seems like he's, her boyfriend. The manner in which he behaves as a possessive lover... being bipolar as a result of what occurred earlier—he is merely stating the obvious. And when she attempted to confront him, he would instantly change the subject. She sighed and glanced at her wristwatch, which revealed that it was already four o'clock in the afternoon. She looked at Ace and sighed once more. He is continuing to sign some documents that he was apparently unable to sign earlier due to distraction. She is curious as to why. She stood and adjusted her attire before approaching him. Ace then felt her presence, prompting him to look at her with a slightly furrowed brow. She inquired, "What time are we leaving for home?" Ace looked back over his actions. "I'm just going to complete this," he responded. She then nodded, placed her hand behind her back, and mo
After leaving the hospital, Rye and Abby proceeded to a coffee shop to discuss various matters. Abby exhales deeply and cannot look directly into Rye's eyes. Because she anticipated that her friend would inquire about her. "Your sigh is really disturbing, Abby. Seems you're nervous, huh?" Rye inquired while sipping her iced caramel coffee. She said, "I loathe the way you stared at me." Rye's brow furrowed as she nibbled on her onion toast. She added as she sipped her coffee, "I know you have a lot of questions running through your head right now, and I'm considering how to answer them." Rye let out a quiet chuckle. "You know me too well," she said. She gave a headshake. "I only wanted to ask one question. Do not fret," she added. At that moment, Abby scoffed. "You cannot deceive me. I anticipated that you would have additional questions following that." She even tapped the wooden table while laughing. “Amazing. Indeed, you're an agent," she confirmed, observing Abby's widening e