Tentatively, she approached her, gently nudging Evelyn with her foot. "Hey, wake up. This isn't a movie. The vase didn't hit you that hard. Get up," Rosa muttered, fear evident in her voice. Within Rosa's mind, a mix of emotions overwhelmed her. "Did I just...kill someone? No, she can't be dead. Should I call for help? Will I spend the rest of my life in prison?" Tears streamed down her face as she grappled with the weight of her actions. In a state of panic, Rosa rushed to her room, slamming the door shut behind her. The room felt suffocating as Rosa's mind raced with thoughts. "Do they have CCTV cameras? What if they find out? It was just a flower vase... she can't be dead, right?" Rosa murmured, trembling uncontrollably. Guilt and fear consumed her. She pulled the curtains shut, huddling in a corner of the room, shaking as she dialed Andrew's number. *** Daniel pulled up to Adrienne's mansion, parking his car and making his way inside to find her. As he searched and found h
"An amusement park?" Adrienne asked, her voice filled with surprise as she noticed the massive signboard looming above the gate. A security guard approached the driver's seat, and Daniel confidently presented his ID. After a thorough confirmation of his identity, the guard signaled to his colleagues, and the gate slowly opened, granting them entry. Daniel parked in the designated area, before the two of them stepped out, excitement bubbling within them. "Aren't they closed?" Adrienne questioned, her brow furrowing. "Yes, they are closed," Daniel confirmed, his eyes glinting with anticipation. "So why are we here?" Adrienne asked. "I managed to pull some strings," Daniel revealed, a proud grin spreading across his face as he looked at her. Eagerly, he grabbed her hand, gently tugging her forward. Together, they ventured into the moonlit amusement park, the empty surroundings almost surreal. It was well past closing time, but Daniel's friend, the park's owner, had granted them
Adrienne's expression turned to one of disbelief. "You've known Juliette for years? Why do I suddenly feel like I've been betrayed?" Daniel let out a bitter chuckle. "Trust me, it's not what you think." "Hey Daniel, I don't know what exactly happened between you and Juliette, but maybe you should give her some time. Even if she's pretending or lying about not remembering, there has to be a reason for it. And if she truly doesn't have a valid reason, then she's just foolish and annoying," Adrienne said, her eyes rolling in frustration. Daniel couldn't help but laugh at Adrienne's candid response. "Heyy, you're right about that." Adrienne's phone rang, interrupting their conversation. Apologizing, she excused herself to answer it and returned a few minutes later. Daniel raised an eyebrow. "Ryan?" Adrienne nodded. "Yeah, how did you know?" "Because you excused yourself to answer it," Daniel replied, smirking. Adrienne took a seat, her face flushed slightly. "So, are yo
"I told you not to call me like that, didn't I? You called me like a hundred times yesterday, what happened?" Andrew questioned Rosa, his voice filled with frustration. "It's not a big deal. It's been resolved now," Rosa said nonchalantly. "I asked what happened! Answer me!" Andrew yelled, growing increasingly agitated on the other end of the call. "Bye, I am hanging up," Rosa declared, abruptly ending the call. "Tch! Jerks everywhere," Rosa muttered in annoyance, tossing her phone onto the bed. "Who? Me?" Michael inquired, breaking the silence as he sat in an armchair in his room. His button-up shirt was partially unbuttoned, the sleeves rolled up, and he wore only tight-fitting boxers, revealing the contours of his body. Rosa turned her gaze towards him, her eyes piercing with a mix of disgust, anger, and rage. "Reduce that glare," Michael snapped, irritated by her gaze. He reached for his bottle of wine and poured some of the red wine into a balloon glass before settling back
Adrienne woke up the following day, a typical Monday morning. As she glanced around the room, a sinking feeling crept in—she was alone. "Didn't we sleep together? Or did he go out again?" She asked herself, her brow furrowing as she tried to piece together the fragmented memories. Slowly, she stretched her weary limbs and sat up. "It's been a while since I've done my usual morning meditations," Adrienne murmured to herself. The absence of Ryan nagged at her, and she couldn't shake the curiosity any longer. "Where is he?" she wondered aloud. Her eyes wandered over to the window, capturing the breathtaking morning view of the beach, momentarily distracting her with its beauty. "So satisfying," she sighed. Adrienne hurried to freshen up and wore Ryan's clothes. Descending the stairs, she surveyed the empty house, calling out for Ryan, hoping for even a faint response but silence greeted her. Then, she noticed a note affixed to the refrigerator door. "Good morning angel. Ther
Michael was leaning on a walking stick for support. A wave of worry washed over Ryan. "Did he see me kissing Juliette?" he mused to himself, his mind racing with questions. "Why are you with a walking stick?" Ryan blurted out, not bothering to greet. "It's not your business, I came to see my wife," Michael replied curtly, his tone laced with bitterness. Juliette, ever polite, offered a respectful greeting and bowed her head. Michael barely acknowledged her presence. "She's still as beautiful as ever, even in this state of unconsciousness," Michael remarked, feigning sentiment. Ryan couldn't help but roll his eyes. His father's facade was as transparent as glass. Narrowing his gaze, Ryan studied his father from head to toe and noticed a peculiar sight – blood staining Michael's sock, like it was trickling down his leg. Exchanging a concerned look with Andrew, Ryan subtly pointed towards his dad's injured leg, silently conveying his discovery. Without delay, Michael announced h
Left alone in her room, Adrienne contemplated his proposition. "He may be up to no good as usual," she thought to herself, skepticism clouding her mind. "Or maybe he's just using this as a ploy to trick and deceive me into dressing up." A wry smirk tugged at her lips as she added, "Does he really think I'm that gullible?" But beneath her skepticism, an undeniable curiosity sparked within Adrienne. A part of her yearned to embrace the unknown and follow him to wherever he wanted to take her. After all, the quest for answers about her past lingered deep within her soul. It had been over forty agonizing minutes before Adrienne finally emerged, gracefully making her way down the grand staircase. She was adorned in a sleek, form-fitting black dress that accentuated her figure, paired with elegant black heels. In her hand, she carried a small, black clutch purse. As usual, her attire was skimpy, leaving little to the imagination. The matching black earrings and bracelet added an a
"That's a really weird name for a club," she added, crossing her arms. "You look weirder than the name itself," he responded, his gaze fixated on her disguise. "Whatever. Why are we even at a club? What does this have to do with what you wanted to tell me?" "You'll see," he teased, gently gripping her hand. Surprisingly, she didn't resist his touch, her mind preoccupied with indifference. As they stepped into the club, Adrienne's vision blurred amidst the flickering colored lights. The atmosphere was vibrant, crowded with people of varying styles and expressions. Some women donned daringly revealing outfits, while men sported simpler attire. Bodies swayed to the pulsating music, glasses clinked, and conversations mingled with the beats. Others simply sat, absorbed in their phones, seemingly unaffected by the lively ambiance. Her hand still held in his, Adrienne meekly followed behind, her gaze cast downwards. Eventually, they approached a door, and Adrienne's curiosity prompted