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THE car honks at her. She felt a lump on her chest. “I should have taken the key with me or driven that damn car,” she said to herself. The car soon got near her, "Get in the car, Latton. Get in the damn car... Please..." A man yelled in concern. “Lucian,” she mumbled under her breath. She felt an instant relief but hesitated to enter his car. For her, once she rode with him, she would cling and believe him all over again. He opens the passenger car door. “Get in.” He uttered. She glances at his gloomy face. Sensing that no other cars were coming her way, she entered his car. “Why are you here? How did you find me?” She asks curiously. He didn't speak and only drove. "Where are you taking me?" She asks. "I don't know." He replied, as he floored the car. “I saw you get in his vehicle, followed you, then lost you in the intersection. Why are you walking on the roadside?” She lowered her head, “Bad date.” She uttered. “Are your memories back?” She asks. Changing the topic. “No
XAVIER was sleeping soundly in his room when he felt an ominous aura around him. He opens his eyes only to see Latton sitting on the chair staring back at him with a piercing gaze as if she wants to make a hole in him. He gasped, then fell on the bed in fright, “Holy shit! Latton. What the fuck is wrong with you?” He yelled out as he stood up. She smirked, “Who gave you the right to meddle with my affairs?” She exclaimed. Her face conveys disappointment, anger, and exasperation. He swallowed slowly, “I did it for you. That confused man doesn’t deserve you.” He explains guiltily. She shook her head, “And do you think you deserve my kindness, Xavier!?” She screamed in rage. Her voice was so loud that he felt he was a child being scolded by his mother. He then remembered what Lucius had said before. ~She might banish us from the Ripley estate. Our parents, especially our mother, will be devastated.~ He slowly marched towards her and knelt, his forehead touching the floor, “I’m sorry
“I… I don’t know what’s wrong with me…” Malena mumbles while talking to a trauma expert for kidnap victims. “Let’s not focus on what’s wrong, instead let's focus on how you feel.” The trauma expert asks. Malena clasped her hands firmly then heaved deeply, “I kinda missed him.” She uttered in distress. The trauma expert’s eyes narrowed, “Him? Are you referring to your ex-boyfriend?” She inquired in concern. Malena shook her head, “Henri.” She mumbled in a low voice while holding on to her bionic right arm. "He is so gentle and sweet even after he cut off my arm and threatened to kill me. He... He shows that he cares and looks at me with concern." She added stutteringly. Shortly after the session ended, Malena left. “Another case of Stockholm syndrome,” the trauma expert uttered under her breath while completing her notes. MEANWHILE, IN THE Altiplano prison, in Mexico. The guard hit the cell's metal bar, “Hey! Wake up.” The guard yelled. “Your friend might be paying us, but that
SEVERAL years ago... Spring Break... The 16-year-old Henri met the 13-year-old Latton when she entered his tree house located outside their family's estate. For her, he is the only boy she can talk to without triggering her anxiety and, for him, she is the only person that treats him kindly. From one spring break to another, their fondness for each other grew stronger, and they developed emotions for one another. But things were about to change on one normal day. Henri had just turned 18 years old and Latton flew a week early to Ohio to surprise him. She went to the tree house and waited for him patiently. She knew he goes the tree house every day. By six in the evening, he arrived and was surprised to see her there, with a small chocolate cake in hand. She sang him a birthday song and could see how delighted he was. "Come on blow your cake and make a wish," she uttered, smiling from ear to ear. He nodded, then stared into her eyes. The light of the candle was reflected in her da
LATTON can sense the change in Lucian's expression. It pains her to see him like that, but for her, Lucian deserves to hear the truth, no matter how ugly it is. She sighed and with quivering lips, she began to speak, "Back in Mexico, I spent the night with Henri." She mumbled gently. He held the steering wheel firmly and gritted his teeth. "Okay." He muttered as he swallowed slowly. Doing his best to calm his nerves. He laughs awkwardly, unsure how to take it in, "W...we are not an official couple yet... and I... I slept with a lot of women before meeting you. We can call that quits. What matters is us... now," he replied stutteringly. He clears his throat, "He is imprisoned in Mexico, and he is going to stay there, right?" He asks enthusiastically. She glances away, "I reached out to a few influential people and paid for his deportation back to the US where he would be sentenced to stay in a mental institution," she uttered. He nodded then exhaled, "But I want to know, if he di
~YOU should be elated I’m kissing you. You married Victor York. A socialite scum, you’re essentially trash right now.~ A statement the well-known defense lawyer, Theodore Wilson, said to the billionaire heiress Latton Ripley, which he soon regretted saying.Using Latton’s detailed instructions, Igor executed the plan to kick Theo off of his high pedestal.Early in the morning, Theo receives a dozen calls from various reporters who want to interview him, from a top-notch defense attorney to a legal practitioner who is facing disbarment.He is in a deep conundrum. All his secrets are out, from extortion, assault, bribery, and drugs. In just 24 hours, his life was turned 360 degrees. With the number of people he has hurt and used over the last decade, he can’t pinpoint who is destroying him.Meanwhile, Latton woke up from her deep slumber. Feeling refreshed as if the weight of the world is now off her shoulders. She soon notices her clothes are different. From the pants and white shirt sh
LUCIAN wrapped his arms around Latton's waist and kissed her neck, "How about we go back to your room and exercise before I go to the office?" He whispered flirtatiously in her ear. "What if after we do our cardio you accompany me anywhere I go?" He added while nibbling her neck.She blushed, and a hot wave of lust ignited in her body. She bit her lower lip and, as if she was under his spell, all she could do was agree and nod to him.They smile lustfully at each other like two thirsty bunnies hungry for one another's touch. He kisses her gently on the lips, but he can't get enough of her addicting soft lips. From a gentle peck to a full-blown French kiss. Their lips intertwined, and they couldn't seem to stop. Eyes closed, tongues rubbing each other, both caught in an intense tongue fight, none backed down.Their hands began traveling on each other's bodies. He hurriedly unbuttoned her pajama, then the buttons started to fall on the floor, but it never bothered them. He threw her top
LATTON had just finished speaking to Boris over the phone when Igor pulled up the car in front of the manor’s main entrance. He opens the door for her and soon gets into the driver’s seat. “Where to Miss?” He asks nicely, his voice sounds jovial instead of threatening. She grinned, “Aren’t you a bit gleeful today?” She uttered without looking at him. He scoffed, “Can’t I be happy?” He answered sarcastically with his thick Russian accent.She smirked. “Well, that’s more like it.” She mumbled. “I spoke to Boris today.” She paused and then glanced at Igor, observing if there were changes in his demeanor.She noticed that he gripped the stirring wheel tighter upon hearing her words.He cleared his throat, “What did the boss say?” He inquired while staring at her through the rearview mirror.She leaned comfortably on her seat and then clasped her hands on top of her knees. “Your boss told me that you insist on working for me as a driver. Why is that?” She asks curiously.He laughs, “Wha