Abby arrived at Rye's flat at 3:30 in the afternoon. Rye's ideas arrived abruptly. How will her life change without Abby? Will she grow this strong, or will she remain as feeble as ever? She was grateful that despite the things she had done in the past and the poor choices she had made, Abby still believes she deserves more and better. She may have chosen the wrong route in the past with Lucas, but God provides her with all she needs.
“Would you mind sharing your thoughts?” Abby pushed her spirit back into her body when she saw the woman standing next to her.
Abby regarded Rye's reflection in her compact vanity mirror. "What are your thoughts on Ace Matthew?" she questioned abruptly.
“Arrogant.”
Abby grinned and nodded her head. "Anything else?"
“Bipolar.”
Abby's mouth formed the letter O' in astonishment. "How does it feel to be in his presence? How did you obtain employment at his company? Not to mention that the role is secretary, d
Following Flora, she approached the restaurant's rear section. Rye frowns because she cannot observe Flora's physique. She wondered herself, "Where the hell did she go?" as she continued walking. She was only following her for a few moments, and now she's gone so quickly? Flora's vanishing mode triggered her, but she gasped as she prepared to advance. Her eyes widened in shock at seeing the steps. ‘Where in the hell would these stairs lead?’ she pondered. At that same time, she realizes something. She reasoned that Flora couldn't have left that quickly unless she had descended the stairs. Rye began to take a step down and grasp the icy bars. She is terrified by the weird atmosphere and the sudden screams she hears. She scowled as she continued to descend after hearing such sounds. Again, she questioned where it originated. She learns after some time that she would not be in this circumstance if she had followed Flora. As she made her final steps, she covered her eyes as a blindin
Abby continues to ring Rye's number, but her friend's phone is unreachable. She was sweating profusely as she tapped the screen of her smartphone. Now, her hunch got bigger. Those individuals, who appeared strange to her a few days ago, may have been keeping an eye on Rye. Those men were always across the street and a few streets away from Rye's flat. They wore uniforms from a cleaning service, which was perplexing because the neighborhood is maintained every week. And they are not required to employ cleaners. Prior to putting Amelia to bed, she heard a knock at the door. When she opened the envelope, one of the men inquired if she desired their services, but she rejected them. She was about to close the door when the man asked her if she was alone, seeing that she was holding a child. She repeatedly dialed Rye's number until she gave up and contacted her uncle instead. "We need to deal with that auction, Uncle," she began as soon as her uncle answered the phone. "Why the abrupt
Rye awoke with a sharp throb in her head. She muttered, "Ugh," as she adjusted her eyes to the dim surroundings. She wanders her eyes and is immediately seized with dread. She was resting on a cold, rust-scented steel bed in a dimly lit room. She stood up and initiated a phone call. However, after five attempts, no one answered, prompting her to stand up and walk to the door. As terror escapes her heart, she inhales more deeply. Her eyes began to leak tears. ‘Why am I here?’ She now regretted having followed Flora. If she had only gone home immediately, she might not be in this situation. As she approached the door, she began to knock. "Hello! Is anyone there?" she yelled. She was about to give up when she heard the knob suddenly twitch. She stepped back and awaited the door's opening. After a few seconds, a tall man wielding a long gun—she does not know what type of gun it was—entered the room and grabbed for the side light switch. As she adjusts her eyesight, Rye closes her eye
Rye was hauled away by two armed guys after a few hours of sitting in the dim room by the rusting, steel bed. At that point, she is unsure of her emotions. That Val never believes her words but insists she has some relationship with Ace. Even more, he slapped her. Pathetic. Even if they manage to kill her, Ace will not appear. Why would he, be right? She means absolutely nothing to him. "Can you just let me go? Why don't you believe me?” she persisted. She even attempted to escape by wriggling, but she cannot. "The placement of you has already been determined by the boss," the man on her left said. She grimaced. "Can you believe he chose to send me to hell?" She laughed with sarcasm. The armed guys shook their heads, convinced that she has lost her mind. "Your boss's name is Val?" Okay, she has begun to speak. She is on the point of death, but she is still making jokes. They both said, "No." She furrowed her left brow as they continued to travel and she had no idea what they
"Good evening, gentlemen!" Rye was startled by the emcee's booming voice, which reverberated throughout the venue. As she stood in the closed chamber, she felt anxious. After her conversation with Harley, the atmosphere seemed ominous. She caught a glimpse of the other women inside, who were all standing and staring forward. Her eyes stray inside. There are no guards, and if she intends to escape, there is a one percent chance that she can, and a ninety-nine percent chance that there is no way in hell that she can because she knew that beyond the area where she was, there were thugs. Then, all she needed to do was listen to the emcee. Great! She is actually up for auction. And she has no idea what her future holds after today. The emcee boasted that there were only guys inside. "Be prepared, lady. She pointed to the wall covered by enormous red curtains and stated, "That fucking wall will open up and you will see numerous perverts." She exhaled deeply and simply nodded at Harley.
"Relax," the voice says, causing Rye to turn around and face it. Upon seeing Ace's face, her rage escalated. “You!” When Ace covered her mouth with his smooth palm and brought her closer to him, she was unable to continue her sentence. He whispered while observing her closely. She was going to protest when the door was reopened and three armed guys were revealed. Her eyes widened, and thanks to Ace's reflexes, they were able to conceal themselves a few meters from the door. The three men passed through them and vanished entirely. However, the rapid beat of her heart did not. She was going to speak when Abby, who was nearby, spoke. “Why are you here?” she inquired to Ace. However, the man did not respond and simply dragged Rye away. They did not descend the steps but instead chose the left path. She attempted to release his hold, but he is too strong. "Don't yell," Ace remarked without addressing her. "Where will you take me? Us?” Ace knit his forehead, but Rye was oblivious to
After hearing Ace's remarks, Lucas's head began to hurt, causing him to lose consciousness. After that, he was brought to the hospital. At that time, Rye realized what had actually transpired, which increased her fury towards Ace. She argued, "You shouldn't have done that." Ace simply regarded her as if he does not care. She was on the edge of tears as she questioned, "Why are you here in the first place? You have exceeded the limits! I ignored the fact that you investigated my life, as I was unaware that you went to such lengths. Now, tell me, Ace, what else do you know?" They were on the hospital's rooftop. She requested his presence to clarify matters. "Are you also aware of how he mistreated me? How did he discipline me? You know that I compelled him to get married, right? You knew every detail about me, correct?” Her wrath caused her to raise her voice. She desperately desired to cry, but the insanity Ace brought her prevented her from doing so. She yelled "Answer me!" an
As soon as Ace regained his composure, Rye led him to the sofa. She left him briefly in order to obtain a drink of water. When she returned, she sat next to him and passed him the drink. "Drink up," she instructed. Ace regarded her before tossing the ball. He said "thank you" as he placed the glass on the table in front of them. "Are you feeling better now?" she inquired as she departed. Ace nodded. “You stated you wish to demonstrate something. What might it be?" Ace let out a heavy sigh. "It's not important, but I'd like you to observe my condition. Every day, the situation worsens. Sometimes I am unable to cope with myself." She grimaced. Then what are you requesting of me? He met her gaze. "I-I..." he turned aside, "I want you by my side as I mend myself—" Rye's laughter cut him off. "You need a doctor, not my assistance, Ace. Why would you even ask?” She was aware that she may be impolite, but things began to become tricky. "Only I may indulge myself... But because of h