Blake's Point of ViewFrustrated and depressed, I watch as my girlfriend and house is forcefully taken away from me. I stare at the shirts in the bag. "Where did I go wrong?" I ask nobody in particular. I stare at my bags and I leave it all there. I walk on the road dejectedly, everyone seems to be happy, they are smiles everywhere. "It's high time I end this." There's no point for me to live without happiness, I mean I have nobody to call my own,no heir,my brother has taken off with my girlfriend. There's nothing for me to achieve here on this earth. I turn around and I come to the final decision. Kill myself and end it. I turn around and I start walking back to the house. Construction is still going on. The rope lies there idly doing nothing, a sad smile finding its way to my lips. Quietly, I pick it up, the thickness reminding me of what I have finally made up my mind to do. Another side of me calls for a change in my decision but I see no need to live. I lost a woman who love
"No, I am not coming to anywhere with anybody." I retreat into the room. "Mr. Blake-" The butler stops talking and the temperature drops to the barest minimum. I shiver. "Son." A commanding tone comes out from his voice. I do not need to lift up my head to know who he is. "Get in the car." I fight with every fibre in me but my body decides to obey the voice of another. I walk into the car, guards all around me. "Don't." I stop the butler from opening the door for me. Mother gets into the same car with me and she just can't seem to stop staring. "You remind me a lot of him." She looks at the car seat and back at my face. I throw my face towards the window. "I'm sorry." She literally sniffs the apology. "You have no idea how bad I felt letting you go, I was so scared you would end up like your brother." There is a distant look in her eyes that tells me all did not go well or as planned. "My brother, how did he end?" I wondered if he suffered the same fate as me, did he give up b
"I'm sorry." She whispers it in a tiny voice. I'm sure if I wasn't focusing on her, I would not have heard a thing. "The children to be the heir of the family's heirloom years ago was too brutal and bloody. It still is but the elders later decided to raise their children battered from start so they can train their children properly to inherit it. I lost you and more through that practice. Everytime, we'd give a group of people to care for the child. Some of your siblings were handed over to orphanages, we've lost many others but the tradition of the pack remains so." There is a deathly silence that follows as the chief butler explains all of this. I take a deep breath,the goosebumps on my body reminding me what I've heard so far. "Mr. Blake, I would advise you it's better you obey your father in everything,he is not hesitant when it comes to the unthinkable." I stare at the butler's serious face and I can't stop myself from asking. "Did he kill my brother?" I look between him and
As the sound of the gunshot still echoes in the air, I feel a chill run down my spine. My father's words, "You do not mess with the us," hang heavy with an unspoken threat. It rings in my head and I realize that my family is beyond what I expected. I look around the room, seeing the neutral faces of Mother and Chief Butler Long like this was a normal occurrence. Gifa, still standing, looks at me with a mix of fear and anger. "You...you tried to kill me!" she points a finger at me. “You! You try to kill me!” She squints her eyes and I know I am about to suffer and she will only do it through one way. Driya. "You should have stayed out of our business, Gifa. Father turns to her, his cold look sends a shiver down my spine. Now, leave. And never come back." There’s a cold calmness in his voice. I grip the gun tight refusing to display my fear on the gun. My father turns to me, his eyes narrowing. "You missed. That's unacceptable. You need to learn to control your emotions and aim be
Driya’s Point of ViewI stare at him and my heart races faster than ever. Mother takes a quick turn towards the hospital but I can’t stop thinking about Blake. “If we had stayed a little longer, I would have been by his side with a loving mother-in-law.” I say it bitterly, hit tears run down my face. “Just look at you this stupid girl. Maybe I should let you die from excess bleeding, you are injured. He shot you! And you all can think about is who you would have been if you were with him. You would have been a nobody that you truly are. That’s what would have happened. Take your mind off him. He no longer loves you.” she pinched the steering frustrated. “No, Blake loved me. He loved me with everything in him and he was willing to give but every time you kept on reminding him he was a failure, you kept on telling me he was a nobody. Mother, just remember the house! My dream life was seconds away from coming back to me.” My voice breaks and I drag the snot back into my nose. “After
I gnash my teeth almost refusing to comply but then I remember my sister’s life is involved and I am two hundred percent sure she is still being held at gunshot point. If that bastard has not already abused her by now. I take deep breaths and I follow mother according to her stupid plan. The gate is open which means he’s home. The closer we get to the door, the faster my heart beats. I can hear my heartbeat with every step I take. But I have no other option. I stand at the front of the door and it suddenly swings open. “G-,good, morn-,morning.” I struggle for stabilize my words but it feels impossible. His cold stare sends shivers down my spine. I swallow and I maintain my ground. “Where on Earth have you been?” He leans on the door blocking my eyesight and my inside view. My head goes blank with that question but I cannot afford to let this game slip this early. “I, I have been around. I just needed space.” I said the first thing that slipped out of my mouth in the first place. “
As we make our way downstairs, the sound of Ifti's voice grows louder, his tone increasingly agitated. Mother moves swiftly, her guns at the ready. Dranca follows closely behind, her eyes fixed on mother, ready to follow. Already charged. I seem to be the only odd one. I close my eyes and I take a deep breath. The vase feels heavy in my hand, a makeshift weapon against the monster that lurk in this house if not ore than one. The gun mother handed over to me is my other hand but I prefer the vase to be quiet easier to handle. I was never a lover of blood. As we walk downstairs, I sight the silhouette of his shadow or his entire body, my brain is messed up. From his posture, he does not seem to be in a good mood. He turns back on the cool to get us tiptoeing our way out. "You fools," he sneers, pulling out his own gun. There is a look of disgust in his eyes, one that has me afraid. “Gbam!” He fires his shot but Dranca missed it narrowly. She was lucky enough to quickly dodge. Moth
Ifti's Point of View“Bastards! And you let them escape!” I stare at my men in anger. I squeeze my fists so tight my hands become hot. “Track them now!” I slide my phone from my pocket and I dial Imelia’s phone. I can hear the phone ringing but the stupid girl does not pick up. “God damn it!” Veins in my head shows boldly. “Track them!” I can feel my pulse rising, if I as much as set my eyes on them, I would kill that stupid Driya of a girl and the rest, I will make sure they grovelnon their knees and beg for death. My men run around looking like confused chickens too scared to disobey my command, their faces pale with fear, I throw a blind eye to it. Anything outside laying my hands on Driya has nothing to do with me at this moment. They know better than to fail me again.I pace to and fro in the living room, my mind racing with anger and betrayal, my brain cannot seem to contain a simple thought. How could they escape? How could Driya defy me like this? No one, absolutely no on
Butterflies grew in her belly, Lau had a jovial demeanor and he was good looking too. He was irresistible."Take a break! Lau!" Ris said calmly, she was a bit envious now, but was good at hiding it. Nan on the other hand, pulled Lau to herself, pretending to play.Dita wasn't even about any of that, she admired how well they got along. She found Lau attractive and that was all there was to it.She knew she was too young for any kind of emotional entanglement. She had a strong resolve to be very studious and thus she often came tops in her class."What did you say your name was again?" A rude voice asked, from behind her. "My name is Dita, she let out."I only asked of your name. Why are you so nervous?" The rude voice had now become soft, Dita was used to hearing those phrases, as much as she hated hearing them, there was not much she could do."I'm Mr.Ri" he said, speaking on when she didn't give an answer to his question. He was a new teacher and strikingly hot! He was drop dead gor
"You shouldn't have gone through the stress." I said, looking sweetly at him. "It's no stress when it has to do with you my love." He said. We talked briefly, he then left the office to his as work was calling. Thompson was such a sweet and loving man. I blessed the day I met him in my heart.I arrived home after work, reminiscing on how beautiful the day had been, it was indeed a beautiful day and indeed a sweet one. I couldn't stop thinking about the sweet treatment Thane gave me. He seemed different from Mariano, I tried to convince myself of that. But you couldn't tell by the fact what these men were capable of, I thought to myself. They always seemed nice at first. I arrived at work the next day, to find we had a new recruit. "Goodness! She's so gorgeous!" I heard one of staff sat from behind me. For some weird reason, I felt a surge of envy rise within me.Nuka had just been recruited by the company, she was excited and sad at the same time. Excited at the fact that she'd mee
"Yeah, you shouldn't. You should just use the door. That's something I'll recommend you do now." I answered, I could see she was getting angry already. "Did you think bringing that up was necessary? And how did you even know about that? Are you watching me or something?" "I don't know why I'm the one you're asking these questions. You should he trying to explain to your fiance what was going on." I added, about to walk away, before stopping in my tracks. "Don't worry, I'm not anything like you, I didn't give him any details, although he begged that I give him details.""Next time, be more careful, the wall had ears and the air has eyes. That's just something for you to remember, if you would want to remember of course, not like I'm forcing you to." I added, "anything else I can help you with?" I asked, looking sternly at her. "Um.... Thank you." She said, as if forcing the words out of her mouth. "Thank you for the save. For... Not revealing every detail." She added."I'm curious t
His fiance made her way in, "what exactly is going on here?" She asked, looking at him irritated, "nothing. She's a top staff." He said, for lack of words and how to start explaining the fact that there was nothing going on. "Staff you say?" She questioned calmly, in almost a whisper.She came close to Mark, inches away from him, she whispered something in his ears, from the expression on her face and his, it wasn't good. "There's nothing going on between us. We're just colleagues. If there was something going on, I'll tell you to your face, you know me too well, right?" I said, looking squarely at her now. "By the way, you don't want us to get started on your time at the beach, yesterday." I let out. "What.... What are you talking about?" She stammered, "Time at the beach?" Mark let out. "What is she talking about?" He continued."I don't know what she's talking about, I have no idea." She lied, "Are you serious? You are supposed to know what I'm talking about, or should I just go
There's no point in thanking me! I'm going to be needing your help in no time! I said to myself as I watched him walk out of the door. I was hopeful about my wish on getting my revenge, because I knew if the odds were on my side there's a lot I can better work on in that direction.The day slowly came to an end as always, I was always excited when it was finally time to go home, I missed the cozy arms of my bed. This time however, I didn't want to go home, I was feeling nostalgic, I wanted to take a walk.I stayed close to a beautiful beach bar. The streets were always beautifully decorated and everything was so naturally alluring. I got home just in time to get prepared and head for the beach.I wasn't exactly going there to run along the beach, just a way of resting, but not in my bed this time, resting around nature this time. I lay on the warm mat I had seen, as I watched the oceans swirl back and forth, slapping against the white sand of it's own shores.I thought back to how bea
"She was my friend, so as you might have guessed rightly, I have a lot of information, even the ones you might be hiding. She told me everything before her passing. I'm letting you both in on this because I want to help you. But I'll be needing that help in return. I'll tell you when and why.""Your father, or let me say, the person you know as your father, he's not your real father." I let out, whispering into his ears. "Let this stay between you, the boss and I." I added, looking around the room before bringing my gaze back to him."You must be sick. That's not true!" He let out, screaming a whisper. "What do I gain by lieing to you? I'm just trying to save my face here, at least I'm not the one who is an accomplice to crime in anyway." I said, taking my focus back to the screen of my computer."I'm not sick at all. I'm just telling you the simple truth. What you choose to make of it is up to you. Let me continue. Please don't cut me off again, it's to your own detriment because the
Marianne's POV "Hallucinations? Why would I have hallucinations? I'm not mentally deranged or something." I added, "not only mentally deranged people experience it. Those who are going through a tough time emotionally might also experience that, if they're not careful." He explained."I don't think I'm having hallucinations. Issues? There's nothing that even has to be about it in the first place. I'm very fine." I defended again, refusing to accept something that was so clear. "Well, here, that's the picture. And don't ask me how I got that because you wouldn't want...""Wouldn't want to know?" He cut in, collecting the picture from my hand. "Wow." He mentioned, with suspense in his tone, as he looked on fearfully at the paper he held in his hand. "Wow?" I asked, "who's Wow?" I asked again. He had now slowly sat back in his seat.He suddenly, finally seemed to understand what I was going through. "Talk to me! Do you know him?" I let out, confused. "Yes, I do. But you must keep this a
Marianne's POV Sitting in my office, I felt a strange nudging to get up and head for the door. I didn't know why but I knew something might be going on. I was no more with Blake but I still felt a strong attachment to him.It was like I could almost tell when he was in danger. I had a strong nudging on my inside to scroll through his face profile. What I saw shattered me into tiny pieces. I was not completely over him I'll be a liar to say I was. Driya, the lady I knew he had been cheating on me with before the divorce, I was following her on all platforms. That was how obsessed I was with Blake. I noticed Driya had a sister too, Dranca.Maybe that would be the helping hand she had to tear down all I and Blake had built over the years. I stood at the door, pacing around it like I was chained to it by an invisible chain. I came across another name Ifti, quite a rare name.From the nature of the comment he left on the post, he was obviously angry at Driya's mother, Gifa and the entire
Ifti's Point of View“Bastards! And you let them escape!” I stare at my men in anger. I squeeze my fists so tight my hands become hot. “Track them now!” I slide my phone from my pocket and I dial Imelia’s phone. I can hear the phone ringing but the stupid girl does not pick up. “God damn it!” Veins in my head shows boldly. “Track them!” I can feel my pulse rising, if I as much as set my eyes on them, I would kill that stupid Driya of a girl and the rest, I will make sure they grovelnon their knees and beg for death. My men run around looking like confused chickens too scared to disobey my command, their faces pale with fear, I throw a blind eye to it. Anything outside laying my hands on Driya has nothing to do with me at this moment. They know better than to fail me again.I pace to and fro in the living room, my mind racing with anger and betrayal, my brain cannot seem to contain a simple thought. How could they escape? How could Driya defy me like this? No one, absolutely no on