Her stay there was short yet thrilling since he was equally excited that she landed the spot as one of the ballet dancers. “I don't want you doubting yourself, Tessa. You're a once-in-a-lifetime ballerina — those were the words of the B.O.D."Truly, she felt a creeping, and becoming significant, feeling that she wasn't worthy of that spot. None made her feel that way yet… Mere glancing or even acknowledging Francess' existence introduced that vile feeling. But after listening to Klaus' words, she felt a bit relieved. Tessa, yet to inform her parents about this, immediately rushed to Doreen's penthouse from the hospital. It was nighttime, and as the spine-chilling gusts of winds became incessant, she pelted into the living room. “Doreen! Doreen!” Tessa continuously called, and her voice alone could tell anyone she was freaking fervid. “Doreen!” Quickly she began her ascension up the curved staircase and soon was hurrying through the carpeted hallway.The chauffeur was certain his
The glistering darkness and shortness of her hair easily gave away the fact she was Tony's girlfriend. Maria, although found Tony utterly disgusting, sadly could never forget his face or that of any fool that'd gladly associate themselves with him. So yes, she remembered the mannerless bitch he brought back from the streets and to the family dinner some days back. Mary, his bitchy pregnant girlfriend. Done unrevealing her identity inwardly, Maria maintained her stance. She doesn't want to give Tessa the impression that they were… Friends. From where she stood, Maria's brown eyes watched the two ladies discuss. Well, Tessa's lips hadn't moved in the slightest while Mary was chattering seemingly endlessly. She was oblivious to whatever their conversation was about, and disregarding the distance between them, Maria found the dark-haired hellishly annoying. “My eyes might burn if I watch this shit any longer” She grunted lowly, then turned to resume walking to class. But as she d
How long has it been since he gazed at this towering skyscraper?A sigh, entailing nostalgia, escaped from his lips as the memories he had of the Empire flooded into his head. Despite how many years have passed, the W Empire's appearance has changed a little, but it now has a sense of modernization and more opulence. That was expected from Doreen, after all. “Father, can we go in already?” The voice of Pearl, the youngest of his children and the sole one who lived in the Manor with him, was heard. Charlie glanced at her and then smiled widely. “Or do you prefer gawking for the rest of the day?” She snickered sarcastically and earned another large smile from him. “Don't be silly.” Soon, she stood beside him then entangled her left arm with his right. As they walked into the entryway of W Empire, the guards, and some of the workers who were on break helplessly yet shockingly gaped at them. The sight of Charlie Williams in the flesh was as rare as staring at a solar eclipse. His
The sun had already set and like any other day, Debby, the youngest and sole daughter of Robert Willams could be seen lying in her room. She lay on the queen-sized bed in the lavender-themed spacious bedroom with an iPad in her possession. One would expect her to be unproductively scrolling through social media or so but Debby's activities differed immensely from that. Her ears were plugged by the buds of an earpiece and playing on the rectangular screen was a video of a lecturer. A lecture centered mainly on business management, running a company and the like was ongoing. For a 17-year-old, Debby was admirably ardent about running W Empire someday. Her 18th birthday was in a few months, and ever since her 16th, she began taking classes. This wasn't done due to her father, Robert. That old bastard wants to run the Empire until he's dead. Debby loved the idea of being the Empire's President, and shockingly, her intelligence surpassed her peers. If taken seriously, her potential t
How long has it been since she saw her mother conscious?Octavia could swear it painfully has been almost half a year or so, and currently, as her shaking self was indulged in a tight, warm, emotional embrace with her mother, tears unhesitatingly rushed out of her eyes. “I missed you! I missed you so, so much, Mum!” Amid sobs, Octavia uttered as she slowly disengaged from the hug. “My sweet Octavia! Forgive your mother for causing you so much stress! Forgive me!” Her red hair undeniably was gotten from her mother — both bore so much resemblance that it'd be absurd to even dissent about their relationship. Octavia settled at the edge of the bed, and as she held her mother's right hand in hers, the aged woman with glassy eyes gawked at… The Fords. “I'm glad you're awake, Catrina” Beth uttered with genuine glee laced thickly in her words. She went ahead to stand close to the red haired woman. Watching the three women engage in a tearful but delighted exchange of words, Elias, helpl
Seemingly, she felt his retained ogle at her. Sharply, she gazed at him, and surprisingly… Smiled. The aged man experienced nothing aside from nostalgia, but it was momentarily since the instant the light returned to green, the bike sped off. “Elias!” Beth, his wife, had repeatedly been calling his name, and decided to yell. His attention was gotten, and slowly, he faced her. Elias. Worry flew straight into her soul, beholding her husband so shaken. “I… I saw Francess, Beth! Francess' alive!”She wasn't able to comprehend his words wholly, talk more or less of reacting to it when her phone blared raucously. “Fuck…” Beth cussed lowly as she reached for her phone. Doreen was calling, and instantaneously she swiped the green icon.Elias carefully watched his wife, and within the next minutes or so, panic unarguably filled her entire being once she gasped. “Beth…?”“Drive. Drive to the city's central station this instant, Giovanni!” Similarly to an awestruck mad woman, Beth screame
Anger.Every individual in the interrogation room of the city's police station had that emotion coursing through their veins. Yet, it varied. While Mr. and Mrs. Ford, the former president of a renowned European country, glared hotly at Tony, Doreen, his Uncle was… Composed. It'd be as rare as an eclipse to witness Doreen William display any ounce of feelings publicly. Only a few people were chanced to see such, and this lanky brown-eyed man would never be involved. Tessa, however, was angry — at herself. “I… I ca-caused the death of… Her… Child?” Unbridled guilt, incredulousness and a burning inferno of rage for herself shrouded her. They were so heavy it brought her to her knees. “Theresa!” Beth, her mother, sharply moved to her daughter once she went on her knees. Tessa's body trembled feverishly, and for once, Tony witnessed his frigid uncle glance at someone with worry, concern, and fear. Still, Doreen merely clenched his fists so hard that unruly veins snaked on his hands,
Never has she been this… Anxious!The head mistress of the Ballet Academy, the ever strict Italian middle-aged woman, Angelica, was verily unsettled. An hour or two were left for the day to meet noon yet the star student — selected by W Empire to dance in the most prominent dance event of all time — the Nut Bowl — Tessa was yet to arrive. Angelica wasn't worried about her lateness but her well-being. Within the previous night, and earlier today, the Head Mistress received a phone call from Doreen William. He informed her about the bloody altercation between his beloved girlfriend, Tessa, and the once pregnant soon to be wife of Tony William, Mary. Angelica was awestruck. “I knew letting that idiot into the Academy was a bad idea! Lord help me!”Currently, she was in the class of the senior ballet dancers, and yes, her mental breakdown and unstopped pacing has been watched by all. While most gawked upon her curiously, Maria was silent. The brown-eyed daughter of the now imprisone