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AFTER ONE WEEK, Albert Ripley and Alison Gardner's trial for Catherine's murder began and after a few days the verdict was out. Latton is pacing back and forth in the Ripley Manor living room while Derek is connected to her laptop via video call. Both are waiting patiently for their family lawyer, Magnus Claire's call. Even though they know that Albert will take the fall for Catherine’s death as the mastermind that orchestrated everything, they still want to know if Albert will be sentenced to death or life imprisonment. Although Latton said Albert was dead to her, she didn’t really want him to die. “The tension is killing me. I should have attended the trial.” She yelled internally. Derek clears his throat to get her attention, “Would you stop? You’re making me dizzy,” he shouts. His voice was almost cracking and Latton could sense his stress. She exhaled profoundly, “What’s taking so long?” She mumbled, “I think Magnus forgot to call us.” She exclaimed and took out her phone to
It’s Latton and Victor’s divorce party. The whole manor was decorated with white, black and red themes. Victor made sure it would be the event of the century. He ordered a 6 ft red velvet cake with white frosting covered with small broken red hearts. The whole manor is filled with round tables with a bouquet of red roses at the centerpiece and a piece of small business card-sized card that says 'Victor and Latton’s divorce party', with a sweet photo of them taken when they got married in Vegas. He also hired an orchestra to entertain the people and when it reached 11pm a live band would take over the entertainment to continue with the after party. 7pm and Latton is still in her robe preparing. She'd been in contact with Lucian for the past few days, exchanging lustful messages and photos. Both are excited that they could finally make their relationship public soon. They've been longing to see each other again after their encounter in the Hospital. "The party starts at 9pm. Don't b
THE beautiful classical music filled the entire of Ripley Manor. The guests are chatting to each other. Airo, Angeline, and Thalia were seated at the same table as Virgil York. “So where is my soon-to-be ex-daughter-in-law?” Virgil asked with an annoyed tone. “My daughter is still in her room. Victor went upstairs to pick her up,” Thalia explained. “Your daughter? So you are the infamous Thalia or should I say Nathalia Rees the actress,” Virgil commented while holding on to his cane tightly. Thalia nodded. Meanwhile, Airo and Angeline are observing the two. "Your face changed a lot from the first time I saw you. You had a lot of surgery done to your face." Virgil pointed out with a sarcastic tone. Thalia ignored his hurtful remarks and marched away from him and sat at the opposite table where John, Vivian, Xavier, Lucius, were sitting. Angeline almost choked on her drink when she heard Virgil's comments. "This old man sure is rude," Angeline thought to herself. Virgil scoffed
AFTER the flashing lights from the camera, Latton saw John’s terrified look while talking to someone on the phone. Her face paled instantly, and it was as if everything moved slower and the ambiance turned darker. There’s a gloomy air surrounding them, a feeling too familiar to her that brings back memories of when her grandpa and Catherine died, the same look of the people who heard the bad news first. She marched to John and Vivian and heard about Lucian’s accident. Hearing that, she felt a wave of relief, knowing that he is still alive. Her lips were still shaking, “I’m going with you.” she exclaimed worriedly. She was not even thinking clearly about what the press and guests would think if she suddenly disappeared. “How about the party? You need to entertain all these people.” John states while he is sweating bullets. “I’ll take care of everything. If someone asks, I’ll tell them you're drunk and went to sleep,” Lucius suggested. Victor coughed, “I can handle it. Go to the ho
“MISS, where are you going?” Lucian asked. Her hand was already on the doorknob, she stopped dead in her tracks. “Latton. My name is Latton. It seems like you don’t remember me?” She mumbles softly. Lucian stared at her then shook his head. She smiled bitterly, “Well, I’m your lover.” She explained. He laughs. “You? My lover?” He says mockingly while looking at her from head to toe. Being in the hospital for more than a week with sleepless nights worrying about him made her look unkempt and sick. She frowns. “Don’t get me wrong. You are cute, but you are not my type. I mean look at you, you look like an imp.” He smirked. “Are you one of those ladies from the club that I flirted with? This is the reason why I don’t give my name when drinking in bars. Girls will try to trap me like they won a jackpot in the lottery. Well, you are not the first one to do that,” he commented. She was dumbstruck and was taken aback momentarily. “Are you saying I followed you here, and I’m a gold digg
SHIRLEY reminded Lucian of how their relationship used to be. Pointing out that he was a timid teenager back in the day and kept apologizing after their first night together. “Do you remember that? You are so gentle. You kept apologizing because you thought you were hurting me when, in fact, you gave me the best orgasm in my life.” Shirley exclaimed seductively. “Oh god spare me the details,” Latton yelled out internally while sitting on the sofa. Shirley discreetly sneered at her but none of them spoke about each other. “I do remember that. One of the best memories, but nothing beats the first time I saw you at the Tavern. You are wearing a simple black dress and red shoes, dancing like you are in a metal band concert even if the music changes.” He recollects in glee. Shirley’s face paled, “Me in red shoes?” She mumbled. He nods merrily. Oblivious that Shirley hates the color red and that the girl in his memory is Latton. Latton smiled triumphantly. “Why don’t you wear those cl
LUCIAN was staring intently at Latton’s face, who was deeply asleep beside him naked. Her head leaned to him while her hand was gently placed on his chest. “Why can’t I remember you?” He asks himself, then gently nuzzles her head. Her brows furrowed and soon woke up. She smiled in glee seeing his face and his bewitching eyes staring at her. The sight gave hope to her, and she hugged him firmly. Both enjoyed the silence and tranquility in the air, none spoke, and they continued lying in the bed in silence. Shortly he sighed deeply, and it broke the silence in the room. She could sense his apprehension, and glanced at him anxiously, "Is there something wrong? Do you need anything?" She asks. "About what happened last night." He mumbles. She blushed, then stared at him excitedly, "What about it?" He grinned awkwardly, "Well…I do believe you are my lover, but what I'm not sure of is how important you are to me." She smiled gleefully. "Let's find out together." She replied eagerly.
THE NEXT day, Lucian was released from the hospital. Shirley insists on driving him home, but George and Alicia are as persistent as she is. Shirley had no choice but to yield to them. Before the Caldwells left the parking lot, Latton hurriedly ran to them, “Is it okay if I come with you?” She asked nicely. George and Alicia glanced at each other. George wanted to agree, but Alicia politely declined, “Maybe next time, Latton.” Latton smiled, “Understood,” she mumbled, then glanced at Lucian who was silently looking at the opposite side of the parking lot staring blankly outside, “I’ll visit soon.” She uttered painfully then waved them goodbye. She wanted to follow them, but she felt that Alicia’s protectiveness would work to her advantage. She is well aware that they don’t like Shirley around their son. Knowing that detail, she knew too well that they wouldn’t allow her to visit him. “Should we follow the Caldwell’s car, Miss Ripley?” Igor asked, his thick Russian accent making it