Serena was like a pet dog for Shanice who sat, stood, ate, and ran on her command. She had trained her well but it seemed money and a little pampering from Asher had gone to her head. She had begun to rebel now. She had begun to make a stand against her. And what happens to the bitches that rebel against their owner? They are put to death. Serena- the fucking bitch- needed to die.Serena was blanked out by the pointed tip of the blade that hurtled down towards her to rip her open. The suddenness of her move had stunned her to her core. As it drew near, she clenched her eyes close in fear and waited for the knife to spear through her but the impact never came. Instead, a deadly silence took over until a loud thud followed by an ear-piercing scream shattered it. Her eyes snapped open to Asher charging toward Shanice who was sitting against the wall, holding her head. She watched in shock as Asher yanked Shanice up by her hair and struck her hard right across her face. He was furious. "
Shanice's dad was one of the best lawyers in the world but he refused to take up her case after learning about her crimes. Shanice was crestfallen when she found out about his refusal. No matter what, her dad had never said no to her, he always had her back, after all, she was his prettiest princess. He can't abandon her like this. But the truth was too glaring to ignore. He didn't even come to see her or her mother. "And they said they are ashamed of you," her lawyer concluded hesitantly. Shanice's heart contorted in pain when she heard it. She used to be her dad's pride. This time she wasn't angry but just sad. She hated to be a disappointment. "No..my dad can never say this....you are lying," she mumbled, not wanting to believe it. Tears flowed down her eyes. The lawyer lowered her head, uncertain of how to respond. His client was apparently having a meltdown. Since the day the suicide letter came to the surface, more complaints were reported against her by her old victims.
Asher looked confused at first but when the word was processed in his mind, he smiled. "That's..that's great," he cheered, expression approving. Her smile widened. "Ayleen suggested. I was hesitant a little but now I think I will go for it," she stated, feeling more motivated after his encouragement. "Now you know why I only approve of Ayleen in your friend circle? She is the only one with her heart in the right place," he stated. "But her heart is on the left," Serena quipped. "What?" "You said in the "right place" but her heart is in "the left place." I mean not technically in left but inclining towards it," she told him innocently before cracking up. This was perhaps the first time she had laughed in so long. After their conversation, she was feeling lighter. "That was a bad one," Asher criticized before cracking into laughter himself. Her laughter was infectious and this garden had some magic of sorts, it always brought them together in mysterious way
"You say this only to cheer me up, Don't you?" she asked with an incredulous smile on her face and hopeful tears in her eyes. Serena was in disbelief. It sounded too good to be true. Years she had spent longing for it and now that her husband was telling her that her prayers were finally answered, she couldn't believe it. He was amused by her reaction. She was just not able to believe it. "I am not lying, love. I will never say such lies to you" he said, a gentle smile gracing his lips. He could relate to her reaction. He was just as surprised when the doctor had told him. Serena was speechless. She just stared at him, unable to find her voice. How do you respond when you learn that God has finally fulfilled your most earnest wish? It took her more than a moment to process the revelation. It just felt too overwhelming. As the realization finally dawned on her, her hand instinctively reached and splayed across her flat stomach where her baby was resting- a tangible symbol of hope.
"Who do you want dead?" Serena demanded in an icy tone. Asher averted his gaze from her, a small frown indented between his brows. "It's nothing," he answered, clearly reluctant to divulge the name. Serena marched over to where he was standing and stopped just a step short. Her eyes were hard and disapproving. She already knew who he was talking about. "You were talking about Shanice," she stated. Asher ground his jaw, annoyance pricked at him. Why the hell was she giving him a dead glare because of that bitch? "Yes. I was talking about Shanice," his voice was steely and sure as he finally confirmed her doubts. Serena regarded him with a reproachful glare. "How many people have you murdered before?" she asked, voice filled with disdain. Asher had the audacity to appear offended by her question. His eyes narrowed into slits in objection. "I've never killed anyone," he shot back. "But soon you are going to," she retorted, her tone acid. "I am just looking out for our child. What
"Did you write it with your blood?" she asked in disbelief, her eyes bulging out of her sockets. Asher grinned proudly."Yes," he answered. Serena raised her gaze to him. Seeing no expectant smile on her face, his own grin shrunk. "Are you a kid? Why would you do this?" she asked, baffled. Kids do these kinds of stuff in school. What happened to his rationality?A frown settled over his lips. "You wanted it," he answered, unsure why she was unhappy. Didn't she want him to write a letter to her? It had taken him a lot of effort to write it. He literally spilled his blood for it. This wasn't the reaction he was hoping for. His answer set her off. She narrowed her eyes at him. "When did I ask you to write me a letter with your blood?" she snapped, leaving Asher with no defense. Asher was still confused as to why she was focusing on unnecessary stuff and not reading the letter. She looked down at his hand and seized it. With a long sigh, she upturned his hand to find a bandaid on his
An idea occurred to Serena, causing a mischievous glint to enter her eyes. Asher oblivious to the little plan brewing in her mind continued to smoke with his back on her. The familiar scent of tobacco surrounded him. It was after a very long time he was smoking. He wouldn't lie one of the reasons he was smoking right now was to vex her. She didn't like him smoking. The air outside was chilling but as the tobacco bled into his veins, he didn't feel it as bad as it was. A rustling noise from inside caught his attention, causing his ears to perk up. Curious, he turned around only to discover she had pulled aside all the curtains from the glass walls that separated the balcony from the room. He located her at the end of the wall, carrying a suggestive glint in her eyes as she drew aside the last curtain. Asher raised his brows in skepticism, her body language felt different. She coyly bit down on her lip and started walking backward, maintaining their eye contact. On her way, she turn
In a blink, Asher was in front of her. Before she could comprehend anything, he gripped her hair in a vice-like grip, forced her face up, and slammed his mouth against hers. Biting and nibbling, he mauled her soft flesh with his brutal kiss. He sank his teeth into her sweet flesh, causing blood to ooze. Now that felt like a bloody kiss. The kiss was so brutal yet so intense that she couldn't help but feel delirious. His hand pulled taut on her hair, eliciting moans from her, the sound intertwining with their passionate kiss. Asher devoured her mouth with an insatiable hunger as though he was an addict and her sweet juicy lips were his drug. His free hand went around and unhooked her bra with a sense of urgency. He needed to get rid of all these clothes between them. Impatient for her touch, he seized her wrist and made her rub his bulge through the fabric. An animalistic grunt tore from his throat at her first caress. His cock had suffered the most after his heart during their separ