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TINA Liam grabbed my chin bringing our lips together. The kiss took me by surprise. I stayed motionless in his arms as he sinfully explored my lips. Just like he grabbed me, he pushed me off the same way. This time, roughly. I gazed at the camera only to see that it had been turned off. I shifted further from him and held onto the couch staring everywhere except at him and his camera. “Go back upstairs to the room,” He ordered, not sparing me a glance. Like an obedient little lamb, I went up the stairs, happy to finally be away from him. Getting into the room, I settled down on the bed reminiscing on everything that had happened down there, from almost being bare before the world again to sharing a kiss with that disgusting trickster. My fingers subconsciously went up to my lips as I thought of the kiss. How his lips moved on mine, in the end, I felt sick and repulsed. He might have made me dance to his tones today, but I'll definitely get back at him, I swore to myself. Just then
RYAN The feeling of someone stirring next to me made my eyes flutter open, the soft feminine breathing of someone fanned my ear. I've always slept alone in my room, except for the few rare times Tina slept next to me. “Was Tina back?” I mumbled. Sleep cleared from my eyes instantly. “Maybe she realized how foolish denouncing her family was.” Smiling, I sat up to wake her up. When something caught my attention, the curtains, they weren't mine. In fact, the entire room looked nothing like mine. My eyes slowly went to the female next to me. It wasn't Tina and worst of all, she was naked. “What the fuck is she doing here and why is she naked?!” I asked myself, staring down at the lady sleeping next to me. My eyes trailed down my body and I gasped. “I was naked too!” “What the fuck happened and how did she end up naked in a hotel room with me. She was supposed to be in Australia right now. What the fuck is she doing in Las Vegas!” I panicked. “Calm down, Ryan!” I told myself. “Ho
LIAM The whole incident in my house yesterday was instigated by my brother. My zeal to deal with the Mills family played a big role too. I had a discussion with Lucas and he suggested I get Tina pregnant. Her family didn't just deal with me and my mum, but him too. According to him, his mum suffered badly, while pregnant with his younger sister who she got pregnant with, shortly before the Mills ended our father’s life. Hearing this made me think how evil the Mills family could possibly be. They were a perfect definition of sheep in wolf’s clothing. Although I was very quite skeptical with the idea of getting Tina Mills pregnant and making her suffer, I mean even if she came from a fucked up family, if I should impregnate her, I'll be tied to that fucked up family, knowing myself, I wouldn't be able to ignore my child. “You can always take the child from her by force. You tricked her into signing a marriage document, you can always make her sign the child’s custody to you,” Lucas had
TINA Seated on the bed with my fingers clutching the duvet tightly on my chest, I watched my tormentor exit the room, my lips quivered, my body trembled, and I broke down the moment he shut the door. A tormented scream erupted from me, I've been abused, not just once but twice. I had no one to tell me is gonna be alright. No one to tell me that I didn't deserve all these. I was all alone, locked up in this fucked up building, not even a phone to communicate with the outside world. I felt like ripping my throat apart and ending it all. I keep suffering and going through torture each day with no idea what the fuck I did wrong to deserve this. I felt used, dirty and humiliated. Feeling too filthy, I rose from the bed and pushed myself into the bathroom. I needed to get rid of every trace of that bastard’s hand on me. I stood under the shower, the cold water, running down my skin. Washing away the feels of his hands, the traces of his sickening kisses, the remnants of his fucked up fluid
Ryan It has been over a week since the incident at the hotel happened. One whole week of trying to find the perpetrator with no positive result. One whole week of living as carefully as I can. I had succeeded in meeting the client I was sighting after and had signed the business deal with him. In a month or two the collaboration will kick off and would yield the company billions of dollars. I was looking to start up another branch of the company here in Las Vegas. To show whoever was after me that they couldn't break me, no matter how hard they tried. Seated in my seat, inside my office, I stared blankly at my laptop screen, with no zeal to do any work. My head was clouded with thoughts and I couldn't lift a finger. My office door was suddenly pushed open, I didn't bother looking up to see who it was, as I knew only one person could do that, Tiffany, my girlfriend. After spending the night with my crush from my teenage years, I made her my girlfriend. I couldn't let the opportunity
LIAM Shocked would be an understatement of the emotions that rushed through me the moment I saw my private investigator's body being lifted into an ambulance. It was hard to believe that someone who had just contacted me to meet up suddenly got murdered. Thinking of it now, I realized he had sounded scared the entire time we spoke before this shit happened. I had been too daft to point out that fear. “Who could have ended his life?” I kept asking myself Initially, I wanted to rule it as him being murdered by one of his other clients, probably because he found out something he shouldn't have, but the text he sent me proved that I was related to whatever ended his life. But what could it be? Lost in thought, I had turned back and drove home to put my thoughts together, only to meet Tina acting up. I was already stressed and angered, her act added irritation to the list and I felt like strangling her. After bundling her into the house and having a heated verbal exchange with her. I m
LIAM. “Tina!” The name tore from my lips at the sight before me. There on the floor was my wife, lifeless. White foam leaving her mouth as she vibrated and shook while clutching onto a white container. “No, no, no,” I cried and rushed to her, upon recognizing the container. “It was rat poison.” One of the housekeepers had unintentionally let a rat in here some years back and had gotten the rat poison to get rid of it. After her grandson, whom she brought to work, almost swallowed the poisonous pills, I locked it up in here. Why didn't I think of that before locking Tina in here?” “Tina! Baby, please don't do this. Why would you do this?” I cried, clutching her convulsing body in my arms. “Get 911!” I yelled at my guards who watched in confusion. Just as I was yelling, her body became limp, the convulsion stopped and her eyes stayed open, blank and lifeless. “No, baby. Don't do this, please!” The words left my mouth on their own accord. “I'm sorry, I've been a fool. I'll chang
ONE YEAR LATER LIAM It has been a year since that incident. One whole year of regretting, tormenting and resenting myself. Each day, I'm reminded of how I caused Tina’s death. I live in guilt and self-hate. I was the reason for her demise, she died at such a young age, all because of me. Sitting there, in my office. My thoughts trailed to that horrible day, everything unfolded. “I'm sorry sir, she didn't make it,” the nurse’s words resonated in my head. “What?” That day, I watched them wheel my wife out of the OT, covered and lifeless. I had broken down and screamed, held her cold hands and bawled my eyes out, but it was of no use. She was gone. “You bastard, what did you do to make her end her life like this,” Ethan had yelled that day and attacked me. Punching and hitting me with whatever he could grab. I left the hospital that day, battered and bloody. Ethan and his mum denied me access to Tina’s body. That was the last time I saw her. During her funeral, I wasn't allowed in