She recognized him to be Doreen Williams's assistant but shortly glanced at his bloodied face before going behind him. “Will…will you be able to hold them off, Lady Theresa?” As the red hair frantically undid the tight ass knot of the rope his hands were bound with, she questioned. Tessa responded by grabbing a piece of a wooden plank that fortunately was lying there. The door behind them was shut yet due to how old it was, it could be easily broken through. Again there was a giant among her kidnappers so yeah, in about a minute or so, he'll violently barricade through this door. “Don't worry about me. Leave through the window — they might have already blocked the exit” Tessa stood a few feet away from the door and clenched hard on the piece of plank. Was she nervous? Tessa was fucking apprehensive yet had to get the hell out of there. Doreen was waiting for her — the thought of leaving him alone scared the fuck out of her. Finally, she has someone who loves her, and her belli
Sincerely, he wished to spend every second of his lifetime by her side, so reluctantly driving back to the Manor without her was gruesomely painful. Yet, Doreen couldn't possibly assume Tessa would ride with him instead of her parents whom she hasn't seen for over four years, right?Yeah, it was illogical to think so. Every individual in sight helplessly gawked at the six opulent, lush cars as they rode graciously through the road. Apart from the President, no other household was expected to possess such jaw-dropping cars yet the Williams family was a massive expectation. The majority of those who were opportune to gawk at them unhesitatingly brought out their phones and quickly began a video. Something else, something disbelieving, caught the eyes of the highly attentive. The plate number of the Mercedes-Benz seemed like a presidential yet foreign one. It was a European one, and it took about an hour or so before every individual figured out that the car belonged to the Fords.
Surely, it'd be past midnight or so, and Tessa could be seen standing in front of Doreen's room.He did tell her about his unwholesome relationship with his family, but having his room at the highest level and alone in the hallway was insane.Tessa had to walk up several floors before she arrived there, and as she lifted her balled fist to knock on the shut door, it abruptly opened from within.“Fuck. You…scared me.” The blond beauty muttered as she forced a smile. Doreen originally was about to leave to search for her.She left with the notion of going to converse with her parents but since half an hour nearly elapsed, and she was still absent, Doreen, highly needy of her presence, wanted to search for her.Luckily, her gorgeous face was the first thing he beheld the instant he opened the door. But she seemed to… troubled.“Are you okay, Angel?”Doreen stretched forth his hand, which she quickly accepted. Once pulled into his massively spacious bedroom, her body collided with him in
He loved it there, and sleep sneakily crept into his system.“I won't leave your side. Ever. It feels… unbearably cold without you.” Their eyes met again, and each smiled delightfully.“You'll never leave me?”“I'll be your goddamn guardian angel."★★It was the next morning.A morning that Francess wished never came, since only those that were alive enjoyed it.But her?She felt…dead. It was the morning after a failed dinner with the most prestigious family in the country, and she saw herself as crap.It wasn't because of missing such an opportunity, yet they kept replaying in her head.Tessa and Doreen.As Francess lay on the queen-sized bed, her fingers entwined, hair strands dangling over her, and brown eyes gawking blankly at the aesthetic-designed ceiling, a lone tear slid down her cheek.She hadn't slept even for a second throughout the night, and occasionally a drop of tear would escape her eyes.Francess was in pain.“He loves her. Doreen loves her," She muttered, and again,
Where she went to, and when she returned, no one sincerely knew, but once the sun took its rightful position in the sky, and breakfast time clocked Pearl's ass was at the dining table.She went to heaven's nowhere yesterday and at that moment regretted leaving. Pearl was freaking confused about Tessa's closeness with the Fords.The glassy elongated dining table was presently occupied by everyone.Charlie Williams, being the owner of the Manor, settled on the chair with none beside it. While Mr. and Mrs. Fords sat closely, Tessa's seat was questioningly close to Mrs. Beth.Surely, Doreen sat beside his angel, and a bit expectantly, he was conversing warmly with Mr. Ford.Elias seemed to enjoy their discussion profusely, as he kept smiling. The four, in a way, were in another world from the rest.Pearl easily sensed the tension emanating from her elder brothers, her nephew, and also his supposed girlfriend.The maids rolled out of the kitchen in dozens, and as the meals were served, she
Even the maids lingering around effortlessly sensed the deadliness of his rage, and as sane as any could be, they cleared from his path.The instant the tires of his car halted, Lloyd alighted from it angrily. While he barged madly in, Maria was helped out of the car by the chauffeur.“Leave.” Coldly, she ordered the chauffeur who tried to wheel her in. The aged man nearly cried out in deep appreciation: Lloyd could randomly vent on anyone and it sure as hell wouldn't end well.Slowly, Maria began wheeling herself into the penthouse and from the living room, her ears heard sounds of glass shattering.Those brown eyes of hers darted at the staircase that led to his bedroom, but it was brief.“I need a drink.” She mumbled almost inaudibly, yet a maid nearby heard her. Sharply, her order was fulfilled and this time, she ordered one to take her to the swimming pool.Thankfully, the path didn't lead through a staircase, and within some minutes, Maria, still in a wheelchair, arrived at the
Although a great part of his life entailed having no friends, he often overheard either coursemates or classmates blabbing about their romantic partners. Most swore off the unexplainable feeling that consumed them whenever they saw that special someone: Doreen always assumed they were exaggerating. He found it absurd; how could a fellow human like oneself have so much of an impact on another?Well, he lived a great part of his life with his soul oblivious, and heart unwanting of that feeling, but right now, if it ever flees from them, he'd die. Doreen would undeniably cease to exist without Tessa. As he resurfaced from the spacious rectangular pool, filled with water that sparkled beautifully due to the lights, his green eyes beheld her approaching figure. Her hands were pushing a trolley, and sincerely, he'd rather devour her than anything else that might be in there. It wasn't so deep at night, and as one who found a bit of solace when immersed in water, Doreen decided to take
Perhaps only she could feel it.As her pair of brown eyes continuously gawked at them from a corner of the ballet glance, Maria unarguably felt an unsettling aura emanating from her.The pretentious smile she always wore never bothered Maria since she seemed harmful, but today…Francess was different.Nothing about her appearance changed, yet Maria failed to shake off the feeling that she was different.Currently, the twins she took for friends were busy prattling away while her lips remained shut, and eyes discreetly glued on a conversing Tessa and Francess.The two seemed to be enjoying themselves, and it irked Maria out.“I don't fucking get it. Is she plain gullible or stupid?”Everything about Tessa became perplexing in her perspective after the Fords were revealed to be her parents.Earlier this morning Maria awakened to find her father Lloyd arrested; she wasn't surprised. Allegedly he kidnapped Tessa, and Octavia her maid, well, her previous maid was surely going to testify a
His dark hair was perfectly styled, and his tailored black tuxedo accentuated his lean physique.With the first notes, Tessa launched into a whirlwind of movement and her feet barely touching the stage. Her tutu fluttered like a butterfly's wings, and her pointe shoes whispered against the floor. “Oh!”“Wow!”“Ha!”The audience entranced by the soft rustle of her skirt, the gentle creak of her shoes, and the sweet scent of rosin wafting from her movements helplessly gushed out loud. As she danced, the music swirled around her like a velvet cloak — enveloping her in a rich tapestry of sound. The notes of the celesta twinkled like stardust, and the violins sang with a soaring beauty that left the audience breathless.As she revealed her swan-shaped birthmark, Doreen's eyes became glassy and an uproar; one so deafening occurred. He smirked, knowing the significance of that mark, and he knew that his angel was revealing her true self to the world.The music swelled, and Tessa executed
One would predict the atmosphere of a prison visitation room to be moderately tense. Especially when the inmate was one's birth mother, and got sentenced to prison for quite a significant time due to horrendous charges such as emotional manipulation, coercion, exploitation, and abuse of power. Alongside the rest, the father and twin brother. They've been thrown into prison for weeks. Yet, an ounce of that didn't linger either inhaled. Such calmness wasn't derived from the presence of two female guards stationed at the door, nor the solid glass barrier hindering the inmate from the prisoner. None of that was the cause of her composure — Francess had nothing to be troubled about when her dear friend, Tessa, was seated by her side. “Are you… anxious?” Both were settled on the worn out plastic chairs with backs and seats a shade of faded gray and her hand — placed on the counter got covered by a delicate one. It belonged to Tessa. Those blue eyes — warm and gentle, crinkled at the
“How can you consider your son something like that when all I've done for that fucking company is given it my all?”“You're all isn't enough!”“And so is yours! You — my fucking mother, keeps demanding unattainable shit from me when you failed at a simple task years ago! Years ago, you caused Francess' memory loss and…”“Shut up Francisco!!” Killian screamed ear deafeningly — numerous veins become prominent, and crawling incessantly up his neck; just like his son. Amid the screams, Francess, mute soundlessly, glanced at a feverishly shivering Stephanie, and once their eyes met — for the first time in… Years ago, the brown-eyed saw something in her. Affection she never got from her wasn't caused due to hate or anything, just… Guilt. Stephanie once again began her frantic words to vomit, yet they hung in the air as Francess's gaze drifted away, her eyes clouding over like a stormy sky. The bound wrists, the arguing voices, the slick stage – everything faded into the background as me
It ultimately did, and the restrictions of her hand; bounded behind by thickened ropes, sent more torrents of perplexity raining down her soul. “What's…”“… Happening!” The voice she heard before her consciousness choicelessly left her once more penetrated into Francess' ears from a different direction. Sharply, she glanced at one of the wings of the stage, and emerging from there was… Her family. The entirety of the D'Arcy were here. All donned such elegant clothing yet the atmosphere lingering around two out of three was questionable. While Francisco perpetually had a smirk dancing on his lips, and a printed document in his possession, Killian with his wife were unsettled. Unsurprisingly, Stephanie — her ever anxious mother would've slacked behind, but her husband's linked arm with hers prevented that. He ambled, head up, and eyes — which roamed with determination, tangled with a bit of regret were transfixed on his daughter. “What the fuck is going on here? What in hell's name
There, she got her entire existence thoroughly questioned by her mind due to the massive effect that conversation had. Francess sincerely bore no idea how she got to the opulent junior suite of the Fords Palazzo Ducale. Currently, she laid — back flat, and eyes glued to the complexly designed ceiling of her room with mind thinking solely about Theresa Ford. “I… I came here because I needed answers and now… I'm…!” Her pairs of eyelids, reddish due to excess tears, and eyes sunken into their sockets reddened, blinked slowly while a sigh fell from her lips. “… Confused. So fucking confused!” Francess’ trembling hands reached for her face then flattened on it before inaudible sobs. She was exhausted from everything — of breathing, living, and life itself. She'd be a damn liar to claim life became draining once Tessa came into the Ballet Academy back at home — who was she kidding? Then, she'd constantly practice ballet while ignoring the presence of drugs in her meals. Daily intake o
The few days spent — alone in the ancient of Milan entailed crisp air, and bone chilling winds. It always got freezing cold whenever night befall the beautiful city, and regardless of the hotness the heater of her suite provided, warmth clothing, and lengthy soak in hot baths, cold unceasingly engulfed her whole being. Tessa assumed she'd choicelessly, and all so adversely, grow accustomed to it, but… The good Lord answered her prayers. With arms thrown on his broad shoulders, fingers entwined — locked around his nape, and legs coiled over his torso, their bodies had no space between them. Basking in a bottomless ocean of comfort, Tessa certainly has never felt this…cozy before!“I'm fucking glad I'm here…” His words, whispered closely to her ear, had its accompanying warmth dissolving every ounce of chill in the bones, then wrapped itself so comfortingly around her heart. Not even the fireplace, residing beside them with its burning glow, could be equal to her beloved's warmth.
Parting her thickened wet eyelashes, the beams of the moonlight seeping through the large framed window kissed her face as she sighed. So slowly, she properly began showering with mind torn between two unsettling topics — Doreen's absence and Francess' presence. No… It would've been swell if the two ballet dancers didn't meet — ever again. Back then — their past, although unresolved, wasn't so hurting Tessa; it was never this bad. Confrontations were a lethal catalyst; she assumed leaving Europe would prevent the scene that occurred a few hours ago but….“I should've never started dancing. Fuck!” Slamming her hand hard on the glass walls encasing her, frustration morphed into liquid, took the place of blood in her veins and circulated unwantingly yet unceasingly in her entire being. Back then, guilt was always beside her — making living hard, but gingerly, Tessa realized better than any she didn't feel guilty. She felt stupid for befriending the brown haired — Francesca D'Arcy on
Memories poured into her mind in multitudes, and re-opening them, balls of tears snuck out then gilded slowly down her cheeks. “I wished never to be back here again but… Here I am.” Most ballet dancers would kill to step foot onto the stage of this neoclassical architectural masterpiece, and the passion which flamed it all had gone out in hers. The situation has changed — she has changed. Well, that was a few years ago. Tessa stared from the posh empty seats, curves of ornate balconies and boxes, then gaped longingly at the section for dignitaries. Adorned finely by crimson luster velvety and gold leaf, she chomped hard on her lips mere picturing her parents, and loved ones occupying it. Thousands were going to attend the Nut Bowl — thousands were going to be watching her with jaws dropped, stupor, and reverberation. Yet, it'll all be insignificant and downright unnatural if the one responsible for reigniting her fiery desire to dance once more isn't… Present. Tessa's gaze fell
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