(EVERY INCIDENTS AND WORDS ARE FICTITIOUS.‼️)
"Well,uhm!"the priest cleared his throat loudly. "According to the old testament,such person must be stoned,as it is an abomination, something barbaric, unaccepted,seen as vile,and vulgar! to have an intercourse with a woman you're still courting or hasn't married. In reference to the new testament,such - a person..."his eyes swept Daniel up in a single look. "Shall not be stoned,nor judged, but a greater punishment awaits the person in the kingdom above." Angela cocked a smile. "Oh, what's this?" "Isn't this supposed to be a rich daughter's wedding?" "Beat me! This isn't wedding but a house of noise!" People exchanged derogatory words among themselves. Lena turns around and gave a snort,with blazing eyes,before poking her mother again. "Don't just wait for her to finish ruining the name you and dad went through so much to build. It's obvious... she's a psycho!" "Always wait for the climax of the story,Elena."her mom rests her jaw on her palm,leaning out of her chair. Her eyes were fixated on her pretty daughter,that was so busy,and enjoying digging her own grave. "This wedding with Mr Daniel Earnshaw has just been,officially,called off!"Angela's voice pervades the room as she covered the people with her determined glowing eyes. She stared down,beside her,to that man and he raised his eyebrows at her, interestingly. He looks amused,contrary to what Angela thought he'd look like. She expected him to be angry...for the drama he was made to take some time out of his busy schedule to watch. He's the CEO of the famous company in the city. He was invited by her mother on her request to her the other night,in exchange of something precious she owns. Abigail nod her head at Daniel who gave a knowing look back to her before slipping a document from his pocket. "I.."Angela trails off as she saw Daniel stepped before her and raised a document in the air. Lena's mouth bursts into a smirk,and Abigail relaxed back on her chair - The End! "Miss Angela Wilson has been diagnosed of dementia a month ago. She seldom forget things and mix images of different things together.. bringing an incident or the Great Ceremony of England into affairs of Russia," The people laughed,and they were soon sending sympathetic looks Angela's way. Her eyes roam around,yearning for their confused and furious expressions but it became only sympathetic. Her hands trembles beside her. Dementia? She scoffed. She snatched the paper away from Daniel, staring down at the contents written in it desperately. "Oh,such a beautiful and innocent girl is suffering from something so brutal..." "No wonder she's been spewing nonsense ever since." "It's so easy to find people like them out...look at her unusual eyes. I heard the eldest daughter of the Wilson family was a troublemaker,but she was too pretty,and gentlefaced that I didn't believed those words.." She heard the people running their mouths,and she grinded her teeth together. She hasn't even been to the hospital in ten months! "This....is ridiculous..."she mumbled under her breath as a sharp pain hit her stomach. So,she wasn't the only one preparing? A tornado of emotions clung onto the flesh of her stomach, making breathing difficult. Her eyes dampened...a call of tears. She raised her head and passed a look at her mother's way who smiled at her before standing up to address the crowd. "I apologize for what the eldest daughter of our family has performed today. As her groom had said, she has an unusual apple in her head that,"Abigail eyed her daughter before continuing. "...rotates around,and drives her crazy,sometimes She saying she saw her groom having an intercourse with another person isn't totally false,"she turned back to the crowd. "What?"a woman in the crowd snickered loudly. "What's really up with your family, Mrs Winslow? You should learn to keep your people under check!" Daniel's eyes shrinks in discombobulation. She's not betraying him,is she? Abigail ignored their words and moved on with what she was saying. "It isn't entirely false as the scene is indeed real,but Mr Daniel wasn't the character in it but her dad,who is my husband. That was what led to our divorcing three years back..and poor Angela,as her mom,I feel so sorry for her.."she began shedding crocodile tears. Lena was reliving in sheer delight as her sister is being mocked...her image being tainted! She started the fire, only for it to catch her cloth herself! "Ange..my Angela has been greatly traumatised by that.."she finished,with a sniff,taking her eyes to the floor, dolefully. Lena hugged her,before leading her back to sit down. Now they aren't just attacking her but her dead father! Angela pressed her lips together, anger simmering in her but she just look at the bigger picture. She tore the paper in her hand into pieces and gave a relaxing chuckle. Lena's eyes glowed out as she watches what goes on on the altar. How come she's fine? She should have started trembling or even ran out by now? What has happened to her pathetic sister? "Mom,take a seat, we don't wanna talk about what happened fifteen years ago,do we?"Angela's lips welcomed a smirk,as her head slowly tilts to the side,menacingly. The energy in Abigail's legs sapped as she glanced at her daughter. Her eyes flickered,her breath hitching in her chest when she saw the confident of her petite daughter. She looks different... cunning! Angela took a step forward and exhaled heavily. "I,Angela Wilson is here today to wed Mr Winslow, contrary to the name - Earnshaw you saw on the invitation letter." Angela's sudden announcement broke into the hall,and the crowd all gasps.The previous night...Miguel."What do you think of the new project that is launching?" Pierre ask as I got into the car."I don't want to think now." A sigh left my lips.The door closes and soon, we were on the road. A message pops in on his phone and he took a peek at it before looking away."Why is everyone ignoring messages?" I yell at a moderate level in frustration."It's from Antonio - your wife's driver," He informed."What did he say?""I can't read and drive, do you want to check?" He pass the phone over to me.A wrinkle form up between my eyebrows when I read the text message. "Go to the bar at ...""Your wife went to a bar?" Pierre caught on to what was going on.I pinch my forehead before nodding, "I think she drinks."
Janice...I flip the pancake in the pan and look back at Jay who's been moody since that day.He has stopped trying to brainstorm new lyrics or listen to his old songs.He was just there, here in my apartment.After i was done, I place the pancake on three other and grab a glass of pure milk before going to sit beside him, shaking my hands out for Jay to help.He collect the drinks from my hand and i mutter a "thank you""The flour could only make four. Take two," I shove the plate before him.Like someone holding a grudge against me, he picked two.I watch the drama playing on the television with him when suddenly everything went blank."The subscription is out." he groans."Let's just enjoy our fo—" He stood up before I could complete my words, bouncing right out of the door and I scoff, my eyes dropping to the pancake in my hand.Why is he getting angry at me?I w
Angela. ..A message came in on my phone while I was taking a nap. I push the phone away but when I remembered getting a message from the unknown a day before and forgetting to reply, I sat up.I was right. It's from him."Ignoring me now, Mrs Winslow?" My eyes blur the other words out, its only focus on the way he addressed me - from miss Angela to Mrs Winslow?I took a deep breath in, "I forgot to reply you. Thanks for the information you gave previously, how can I pay you back?"He sent a laughing emoji which got my brows creasing. I wait for him to finish texting while grating my upper teeth on the lower one. I text back.He types for three minutes and while I was expecting a long message I got a short message that boldly encrypts the adage 'you're only a second and step away to death.'
Miguel...I drove to the venue Pierre sent after eating with Angela.The valet man collect the keys from me and i enter the double glass door."Mr Winslow," the manager has been waiting by the door for me."It's been so long." he trail behind me as I enter the lift."The chef has been working on new recipes recently, and I've got the cook prepa-""Save it, I've had food before I left home." I cut him off, showing him the back of my palm in dismissal.He followed behind me till we got to the room with no intention to retract in his steps."Do you want to see my guests instead? Here, enter." I kick the door open and pave way for him."Of..of course not, I won't even dare have such thoughts!" He bow before escaping.I scoff and step inside the room."You glow differently, Miguel." Racheal chuckles, raising the glass cup in her hand up to her lips for a sip."Exactly, what do you
Angela...I didn't have any words to say. Although, I had some formed in my head but I wasn't confident enough to voice them.Seated there on the ground by his side, I just looked on quietly as if he could read my mind and drink another glass of the drink.Moments later, Miguel came around and I stood up."Are you done?"I nod and pave way for him. I watch him pay his respect before rising up."What was with those tickets if they weren't from mom?" I ask. His eyes shut and mutter some words.What? Is..he praying right now?"Did..you just prayed? Have you been to a church before, do you even know the difference between bless you or curse you?" I threw a siege of questions at him when his eyes open."Your dad taught me how to pray," he turn, walking away.Eh? I follow him behind him, "you've met my dad before?" I ask.He press a button in his hand and the backseat door slide op
We branched at a store and after trying about ten dresses on, he finally picked the one which looks the ugliest to me as okay.He was rushing me back home but has no problem with sitting and taking his time to criticize every fabric on the dresses I'd tried out: Even if this is mother's plot, he seems to be pleased with it!"I'm sitting at the backseat, why will I sit at the front with you?" I scoff and jump inside the car."I can only wonder why you didn't bring Pierre to drive." I roll my eyes then carry the food.I take a drumstick out and sniff it. I haven't have any boiled chicken before."Only a rat sniff food before eating them."I pass him a glare before taking a small bite: I chew on it, chewed then chew again then my head moves in a satisfied nod."It's nice after all."I open the pepper and dip it inside before taking another bite.Hmm..I finish it in no time and look up at the man that