The three ladies weren't strangers to another, yet the atmosphere was discomfitingly suffocating for Maria and Octavia. The latter knew the extent her mother would go whenever it comes to her welfare except, things were misunderstood during the previous day. And the former — who just got a taste of a mother's wrath, was low-key intimidated and her fake veil of pride was tearing apart. “I contacted Lady Beth,” Catrina unexpectedly blurted, and both ladies batted their eyelashes. “What for?” Octavia questioned while arising from her seat, and a smile crept up her mother's lips. “Calling this young lady here Lady Theresa's future sister-in-law won't be a stretch, and since she passed out yesterday, it was only normal I contacted Lady Beth. She called back this morning, and informed us all to head to the Manor."“Why?” Maria sharply but lowly inquired. “An execution's about to begin at the Manor — your cousin's.” Seconds were all that was needed for that utterance to be comprehended,
Was it ever mentioned in the Bible that devils were so…. Majestic?Tony, and Mary were uncertain, but currently the two had their pairs of eyes — including everyone's glued to the figures of the two blindingly gorgeous beings. The wistfulness coursing through Mary's veins ever since the arrest was quickly overshadowed by rage as her dark orbs glared so intently yet hatefully at the blond angel. The taste of immense rancor sprouted out of every bud on her tongue urged the bitterness of her mouth — every fiber of Mary's being was brimming with rage. Her eyes departed from the marble tiles the instant Tessa stepped in, and nothing — absolutely nothing existed as her glare persisted. She wasn't the sole one gawking at the stunning couple with exasperated eyes. Tony was shaking. His cuffed wrists, and balled fists quivered — the tightness of his clenched jaw prompted veins crawling on his bare skin, and the sclera of his eyes became a web of red, bloodshot lines. He was livid, and a
Words truly were inferior to actions, and currently, every thought her mind created, and scornful utterances her lips sprouted centered on this majestic aged woman didn't tally with her action. Not in the slightest fucking bit. Francess did imagine herself snickering fearlessly at the sight of the illustrious Beth Ford. The defined European lady had her great deeds sprinkled across the world like sand over the Earth - many either were overjoyous to be in her present or numb caused by overwhelming intimidation. She was evidently experiencing the former. Francess' tongue knotted in her mouth, and her palms become sweaty then slightly shaky. “F-fuck.” In an attempt to comport herself, she fisted both hands then exhaled, trying to rid her body of its abrupt stiffness. Here in Killian's library - a place he mindlessly boasted of being his haven had unnervingly been occupied by this prominent woman. As the man of the house, the brown haired remained collected and his wife? Stephanie w
Every passing second escalated his number of paces, and times his heart skipped a darn beat. Killian D'Arcy was unsettled — so verily troubled that the grayness of his hair dulled, bottom lip — constantly been chomped upon by the upper bleeding slightly, and eyes shaking unstably in their sockets. For a being that has lived for over 40 years, his system experienced this unwanted sensation twice. Once in Europe, and now, in his very own library in his mansion. This place was his sanctuary — his heaven. However, a demon; one so vile, and insidious that it's a task to tear a gaze from. She bore a name — Macbeth fucking Ford, and to God Killian hated her with every fiber in his being. Like a hurricane, she twirled aggressively yet so calmly into his abode and left — elegant, composed but caused so much damage. His family was in shambles. His apprehensive round of pacing came to a halt once quickened footsteps echoed in his ears, and with a head swerved, Killian beheld a maid. Her g
As the sun's resplendent beams descended ceaselessly on the inhabitants of the beautiful Italian city, Milan basked in the little warmth it provided. Milan, a canvas of elegance for such a long time, has been continuously snow kissed by the early snows of the morning, and late noon became the sole opportunity the sun had to creep into the sky.Among the innumerable things, and beings its rays blessed, a group of undeniably distinguished individuals were involved. Regardless of the presence of a curved glass dome over their heads, the distant sounds of planes passing by draw her attention.“Wow…” Her head got lifted to the high glass ceiling, and her pair of green eyes managed to catch a glimpse of a jet soring past the sky. Debby was certain that it was the fifth jet slicing through the air within merely half an hour since she arrived at the five-star restaurant — Paradiso Terrestre with her family. “I wonder how far your jaw is going to drop once you see how many people are atten
He was covered with more than blood. The prickling, hurtful sensation gliding throughout his body due to the presence of countless pieces of glass scattered everywhere on him eventually got noticed. The rush of adrenaline during his escape has faded, giving space for the appearance of agony. Tony looked fucked. His mere breathing sounded overly tortuous, and the prominent veins crawling all over his bloody skin got urged by pain. “Shit…” A low cuss erupted from his lips once his shaky fingers reached for possibly, and hopefully, the last piece of glass — a large chunk of it penetrating deeply in the elbow of his right hand. Under the deserted bridge, and during the early hours of such a wintry day, the sole, detestable individual bearing the notable Williams family name — Tony could be seen seated, heavily enervated on the dirty ground. Roughly, half a day elapsed after the once-in-a-lifetime twist of fate; that occurrence was downright unexpected. Regardless of the pains sur
There was an unending smell in the air. It forced itself way deep into his nostrils and possibly into hers. It was sharp. Pungent. It was…“Fuel…?” As the tires of the car rolled over the graveled road, past the towering building and under the moon's lights, Tony, helpless to the smell he inhaled, muttered with an arched eyebrow. A canvas of uneasiness was painted on his face, with a bead of sweat snaking down his bandaged forehead — the giant chauffeur saw it. He stylishly glanced at him through the rare view mirror, then focused wholly on driving. “You've always looked shitty but today, you're more appealing.” A scrawl fell from her lips as her eyes remained on his clenched, trembling fists placed on his thighs. Something was terribly wrong with Tony, yet Mary considered that preposterous — why should any sane being act nervous after drowning in such bliss for the past days?Yes, the dark eyed once believed she'd pass the remnants of her days locked in a squalid cell but miracul
Once her pair of feet ascended the last step which led to the highly revered stage of the Teatro alla Scala, her brown eyes shone brighter than a single star at midnight. Maria visibly was… Flabbergasted — so happily, tearfully flabbergasted. She wasn't the only one, too. As the Soloists and Principal Dancers needed for the Nut Bowl stepped onto the stage, each was evidently enveloped by the utter majesty of the stage. A stage where they'd perform in due time, and the HeadMistress, in charge of familiarizing them with it, helplessly smiled at their untamed display of amazement. However, as her attention moved from one dumbfounded individual to the other, Angelica's eyes fell on the Prima Ballerina then she sighed. “Oh Tessa!” While the rest moved across the stage, still soaking in its ethereal beauty, the stern Italian woman moved to the prized, overly talented yet… Saddened soloist. Unlike the rest, Tessa's portrayal of awe was short-lived since it took no less than some second