"Alla fine, sei qui ( Finally, you're here )," Mrs. Mcmaster exclaimed loudly with contentment. Happiness was dripping off her every uttered syllable.
Cosimo confusedly turned his neck to see the person, Mrs. Mcmaster was so happy after seeing. His eyes widened in shock and worries took place in his heart just after seeing Petal there. Not that he doesn't like her, but her presence wasn't obviously something pleasant at all. Mask of many undesired secrets can get unveiled due to her. She always adored the girl, her father was a really good friend to him. It was unfortunate what happened with her and her family.
Petal entered the room, swaying her perfect round butt, with a meaningful smirk at the corner of her lips.
Maze penetrated into the room where Orion, Fergus, and Imogen were already talking, tension hung in the air. They were discussing how to replace the contract with Petal without causing any damage to their reputation and of course without hindering Imogen from being the announced Heir of Underworld.But the sudden interruption angered Orion," Nessuno ti ha insegnato a bussare?(Did nobody teach you to knock?)" He had to stop in the middle of some important topic and that vexed him.Maze wasn't in the mood to try to decipher whatever he said, but she guessed just by a glance at him what might possibly he said at this moment with the e
◕◕ Imogen ◕◕I can't possibly tell how I felt after seeing Maze, pleading before me. My heart wants to wrap her in my warm embrace, while my brain is alarming of the thing she did to me. She has cheated on me. Yet she has the audacity to demand the opportunity to explain herself.I couldn't decide whom to be angry with, when my past and presents were sides by side together in the competition to hurt me. I loved both the women but both chose to stab me straight on my chest.It hurts so much .. when you don't have anyone to talk to..You are forced to own your pain.. Forced to hide it in the crowd.. make fake smiles ... thinking of ending your life with it ... especially you are a man.. they think you are tough..
◒ ◓ Maze ◒ ◓ "What happened to him?" A squeal escaped my mouth, as I hurriedly rushed to hold Imogen, trying to support his wobble legs. The helper grabbed him and stood so unaffected that I never thought it would be so difficult to control him, until I tried to take him on my shoulder. I thought it would be wise to let the helper help me for now and concentrate back on Imogen. His breathing was short. Cheeks were flushed red. He might have difficulty in breathing too. His blue sapphire eyes were motionless like dead and fixed upon me. The lackey holding him, assured me in his broken English with a strong Italian accent laced to what he said,"Madam, Please don't be afraid. He is OK. Just drank a little more," I nodded hastily, while striving hard to drag his strengthless body with me, but it appeared to be quite heavy for me to carry him on m back. I then turned to the servant and pleaded him,"Please help me get him to bed " He w
"Sometimes you need to learn to get somewhere on time," Somebody spoke aiming directly at Imogen, who was already lost and distressed by his own sorrow, he didn't reply, He wasn't in a good mood, but hissed audibly as he occupied the seat beside Maze avoiding all kind of eye contact with her. Maze being concerned, shifted in her seat awkwardly as the person beside her disrupted her mind. Orion had the most pleasant morning excluding the presence of Petal in front of him. He gave mirthless laugh while stabbing the egg on his plate indicating Petal, to imaging herself in the place, "Non pensi che sia la tua cattiva abitudine di praticare cose non autorizzate che non sei ancora stato in grado di eliminare? (Don't you think that it's your bad habit to practice unauthorized things which you have not yet been able to eliminate?)" Even though Petal got startled for a while, but eventually was successfully able to manage her expression under a shrewd
Mr. Mcmaster was taken upstairs by his nurse, while only Mrs. Mcmaster and petal were left in the huge dining hall. "Am I seeing it right? Or my eyes went blind?" Petal sarcastically said stretching the smirk visible on her lips. She placed her folded hand on the table and rested her chin on the back of her hand. She seems to enjoy seeing the lady before her in stress. Mrs. Mcmaster menacingly glared at Petal who was smirking like a crazy bitch. But her attempt of intimidation did not affect her, "Come on, Old lady, You kind of lost the power to make anyone shudder through those useless eyes of yours a long ago," Petal spit threading a hand through her hair.
Fergus stopped the engine, then jerked his head towards the lady by his side, and then glanced back at the front. The house with a front like those horror movies sent a chill down his spine even in the broad daylight. He wondered how Maze will stay here alone that all by herself. "We are here," A huge sigh escaped Fergus's mouth. He then looked at Maze who was staring at her own house through the glass bending a bit from her position. Her eyes glittered with tears as lots of memories floated before her eyes. Surely nothing can be more amicable than the thought of being one's own home back again. Pushing the side door of the car, he stepped out of her seat and with a slow pace moved towards her house. Signs of ruthless abandonment by the owner were clearly visible on the face of the house. The small garden at the porch was already converted into a wild bush, with no one to take care of it, it turned to the worse condition. Wiping the door knob, she pulled it, reme
Veronica felt the loneliness of being alone despite being in the hue palace among lots of people. Thousands of guards and maids have surrounded her, yet she craved for a person to talk to. In the brothel, even though all the people were fake, yet she never felt this worse among them. But Maze was the only one here with whom, she could talk to, and with her, all Veronica's happiness was gone as well. As she stepped inside Orion's room, she luckily found him there striving to unbutton his shirt. He subtly stretched his neck but didn't turn back as he already understood who the person behind him might be. He continued with his work not bothered by her presence. Veronica wal
Mrs. Mcmaster was already afraid of the possible reaction she might get from her son. She touched the tip of the glass filled with a red substance to her lips, while clear lines of concern appeared on her forehead. As she bent her neck to consume another sip, her body trembled by the unexpected response that sounded behind her back. "Mom... How could you...." A broken voice spoke mixed with anger with a hint of sorrow evident on every uttered syllable. "What the..." Mrs. Mcmaster gripped the arm of the chair, she almost ended up cursing but stopped biting her lower lip. Her breaths quickened. She almost had dropped the glass on the floor, but managed somehow to keep her posture unruffled at the last moment. She then stretched her ne
Petal following Mrs. Mcmaster walked upstairs, intending to meet Maze, the new lady of Imogen who dared to take her place in his life. Maze was looking out, she hasn’t for once stepped out since she entered the guest room allotted to her. She was embarrassed and nervous to face Imogen, Orion, Veronica and Fergus as well. Most importantly she was scared of facing Imogen whom she turned down and refused to return back with him. Nothing from west wing was visible to the sight from the main section of the building, she wanted too bad to see Imogen, she even tried to sneak into his wing but couldn’t gather up her scrambled courage. A deep sigh escaped her mouth as for the umpteenth time she failed to find any trace of Imogen. As she took her eyes off the window, she turned back and met the unexpected entry in her room, she was startled and kind of alerted seeing both Petal and Mrs. Mcmaste
Veronica and Orion side by side, with suitable distance between them yet the brewing romance linger upon the newly formed couple, walked downstairs, not informed of the pair of eyes they already got on them. It was Orion who noticed it first and immediately he jolted apart, a sense of flush rose up to his cheek, but he managed to mask it well behind his as usual poker face. Veronica was confused by his reaction but soon she too flushed having unwanted attention. Imogen smiled enjoying pressurizing both the couple, he placed his elbow on the handrest of the couch on he was sprawled and propped his chin over his palm. Orion pretending serious with crease formed upon his wide forehead curtained by few streaks of hair. As Orion sat across the curved wooden chair, Imogen joked waving his brows, ”Appeared any time soon a marriage
Veronica was stressed since after the party was over, Orion haven’t talked to her yet nor did he mentioned anything regarding what happened there. After seeing him possessive over her, she thought every misunderstanding between them was over, but she was wrong. As his behavior stated that nothing has changed, he still wasn’t ready to sort things out between them. She biting her nails went to the kitchen intending to help the cook to prepare for dinner. There she found them quite busy, and from what they said she understood they were preparing the foods for some special guest of their young master that means Ryan. Veronica circled her lips in the shape of O and began to help them as much as she can. But they didn’t accept her help rather shoved her out as politely as possibly they could deny her. Being reluctance, she left the kitchen and walked ba
By the time Imogen returned home, the sun was already peeping evading the darkness disseminated all around. Imogen with sadness and anger towards his fate walked to his mansion. He understood that nothing lost comes back, like the breath of the body gets lost forever. He never expected Maze to forgive him, but surely hoped she wouldn't decline if he stretched his hand to her. With her rejecting him, he shattered into million pieces, he had no answer for all the questions she had asked. He has a burning heart like the ashes of a cigarette, waiting for the burnt figure to fall into the air. He without a single noise walked past the entrance and crossing the hall area, as he pushing the door open entered his study. He sprawled over the couch, sighing heavily letting the tingling sensation calm down a bi
Maze looked out through the window of the SUV, then looked back at Ryan who was strapping his seat belt occupying the driving seat. Maze exhaled heavily, she had to give up in front of Ryan. She dropped a message in both the contact of Fred and Jesha. She doesn't want them to worry, thinking about her like the last time. Before starting the engine, Ryan asked looking at her," Ready?! It's time to leave." Even though asked for her consent, but in reality, he was just informing her that it was the time, with no intention to ask for her conclusion. Maze acknowledged waving her head, as she too well knew that her acquiescence wasn't what he was seeking. With a wide grin, placing the key Ryan
Maze was already crying, the pain in her head shoot up as she tried to get up from the ground. She decided to consume another round of pills to get rid of the pain and sleep if possible. She poured herself a glass of water and as she was approaching the drawer to bring out the med box, her doorbell ringed declaring the possible company on her doorstep. Hissing in disappointment, she dropped the work she was doing and walked towards the door to see the person who dared to disturb her at the moment. As she opened the door, her eyes widened in astonishment, "You !!" ★......................★ Ryan left the party after his brother, he had various thoughts running in his mi
"What are you even talking about? Are you insane? You have a fiance and she's back here for you. You cheated me then how can you accept me to believe you again?" Maze yelled throwing water at his face. she was breathing hard, her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. Her eyes burned red with anger.Imogen startled stayed there, didn't dodge to escape the splash of water from hitting his face. He closed his eyes as water droplets began to drip down his face. He covered his face with his hand, and wiped the water. He then shoved his wet hair back away from his face. Anger flared in him as well, but he chose to comply and swallow the bitter solution of his own wrath, and talk to her, as he owes her an explanation. He stared at her furious face, even the ugly touch of odium couldn't cease her charm, not even a single drop. Keeping his thoughts aside, he focused back on the discussion they were having, he grumpily said, "She's not my fiance. She's just my ex nothing
Maze returned home, exhausted by the work she had to manage almost the whole day without taking any break. Fred even tried to persuade her to catch a recess and have something. But she was adamant about not stopping until finishing all the work assigned to her. She wants to immerse herself in the work so much, that his thoughts don't get a chance to haunt her even in her nightmares. She lazily searched for the key beneath the flower plant by her doorstep. Using the key she unlocked her doors and stepped inside, turning back instantly locked the door behind her. From the moment she was inside her house, she threw her flat shoes, each in opposite direction. She then began to unbutton her dress exhaling deep sighs. Every muscle of her body was screaming in pain and lassitude. She shouldn't have tortured herself this much. She stretched her arm over her body, and instantly a sharp pain shoot up to her spinal cord, almost cramping her fibers. She cursed under her breathe,
The noise of popping champagne and clinking glasses filled the room. The festive mood was maintained in every part of the room, wide grins could be seen in every face some but hard to detect which one among them was a facade. Mr. Mcmaster left early as he needed to take a rest, besides after handing over all the responsibility on the hand of Imogen, he no longer had any wish to stay among the youngsters and welcome hangover having alcohols. Ryan was in a corner with a glass in his hand, watching crowds of people simpering. He didn't leave after his mother, as he intended to stay and be a part of the celebration. Inwardly he was really happy for his elder brother, but the situation made it tougher for him to openly be a part of the ceremony. He slowly took a sip from his glass while looking at his brother surrounded