“Octavia dear, what's the matter? Y'know, you can always tell your mother everything. Right?”The aged woman with short luscious crimson red hair, Mrs. Catrina — Octavia's mother, coaxed softly. It was a few minutes past noon, and unarguably, something troubled her daughter. She showed hints of uneasiness throughout the previous night, but currently, it was hellishly clear. Catrina's health was on the verge of being fully better — the paleness of her complexion ceased to exist, and her once chapped lips were now incessantly stretched into a smile. Although the doctors here advised another day should be spent here to run a few more tests, Catrina was too concerned about her unsettled daughter. The duo was seated on the spacious bed of the ward — while Octavia sat at its edge with red eyes transfixed on her phone, her mother sat upright but constantly leaned into the soft pillows. Her hand reached for her daughter's, and at the contact, she broke her gawk from her phone. “M-mum?”
As slowly as a crawling snail, his eyelids parted and the doctor expectantly ought to behold either his medical desk or the ceiling of his room. But none of that came into sight — instead, bountiful fear seeped greatly into his soul. The middle-aged gynecologist — still wearing his lab coat was being… Hung upside down!“Wh-wh-what is happening?” His lips wobbled as his head swayed from one side to another rapidly. His eyes traveled shakily upwards only to be cursed by the sight of his ankles bounded firmly with thick ropes. His wrists too were also tightly bound, and the ropes dug achingly into his skin. “He-he-help me!” Abruptly, the gynecologist acknowledged the multiple sobs emanating from varying directions. He directed his gaze to a side, and his eyes became widened due to surprise at the sight of his personal nurse. “Liana!?” The young nurse, cladded in her medical attire, was also trapped in the same situation as he. The call of her name wasn't heard since her sobs were t
Most would expect her to dread such a meeting. The unwholesome relationship between the youngest offspring of the Williams family, and his father was as clear as crystal. The atmosphere predictably might be choking, and awkward, but Tessa already has a plan. And finally, it was noon. “Tessa! I can see their car! — They're here!” A shriek was heard from downstairs, and it undoubtedly came out of Sophia's lips. A few hours ago, the two returned to the penthouse to prepare the meals, and regardless of how quick Tessa considers hers, she undeniably needed help. Sophia, the maid, regarded a close friend unfailingly aided, and together, both thrived in making several meals. “Really? They're 30 minutes early. Fuck… I'll be down in a minute!” Although her yell wasn't as raucous as Sophia's, Tessa was certain she heard her. Again, she averted her eyes back to her reflection from the full-bodied mirror in the room she shared with Doreen. She was dressed in a chic fitted trouser, and a si
Only her facial expression differed in the ward, and sincerely, Debby couldn't give a flying fuck. She was undesirably in the ward of someone she genuinely resents — her unwelcomed soon to be sister-in-law — a bitch — Mary. It was expected of every member of the Williams family to be disheartened at the fact the very first great-grandchild was lost. Mrs. Valentine — the first son's wife, and life giver of the first grandchild, was unimaginably furious. “Robert and I won't rest until we throw that wretch into hell! She'll fucking pay!” The aged woman — livid, had her cheeks beet red due to rage as she stomped her feet seriously on the tiled floor. Here in Mary's ward, the injured predictably occupied the sole queen-sized bed. This wasn't a regular ward, since Mrs. Valentine insisted on transferring her supposed daughter-in-law into a more lavish, capacious one. It was done unhesitatingly, and seated on one of the couches was the youngest grandchild of the Williams family — Debby.
“Don't touch me, you ass!” Tony basically slapped Mary's hand off, and not even the pain circulating through it broke their hateful eye contact. “Then talk! Tell me Tessa suffered last night! That bitch has to — she has! Even with those darn blood pallets, I did bleed when she fucking pushed me off the escalator! That shit hurts, and I must get my reward!”“Stop yelling. You're acting like you really were pregnant — a pebble could never grow in that wombless stomach of yours anyway."Mary's eyes sparkled in vexation, but again their conversation was halted when the bathroom's door was opened, and the nurse emerged. “Will you get the fuck out of here already!? Get out!” The abruptness of such an aggressive, and unarguably furious, yell got the cleaner flinching. “S-sorry!” She scurried around momentarily, then swiped her phone off the floor. Her feet moved swiftly, and soon, she was out of that bitch's ward. The cleaner's hurried steps didn't stop until she passed a couple of wards
The limitless serenity the garden provided assumingly would be enough to lessen the tension circulating throughout those seated around the dining table. But… That wasn't in the case. Tension undeniably mounted once father, and son occupied different seats — everyone could feel it. The Fords weren't oblivious of the lack of peace between Charlie Williams, and his last offspring, yet both thought — hoped it'd vanish. Tessa had an inkling that was utterly impossible. Well, not immediately but gradually, and she had laid out a perfect plan to eradicate any bad blood between Doreen, and his father. “The blend of these white tulips, roses, and dandelions are simply wonderful!” Beth gushed, deeply awestruck at the sight of the large vase which had beautiful flowers sticking out of it. “Thank you so much Doreen.” The aged woman's attention was entirely on it, and he smiled lightly at her. “I'm relieved you find them so admirable, Mrs. Ford.” His husky voice came as utterly charming — i
Dakota did. She'd blabber endlessly, but Louisiana would aid — standing right by my side with an angelic smile playing on her lips."Eye contact never occurred between them. They focused on the dishes, yet Tessa could tell the aged man was tearing up. “Was Dakota Doreen's mother?” Carefully, she inquired, and his affirmative nod was an initial response. “Dakota and I were childhood sweethearts. However, we got separated and Louisiana came into my life a decade after. She was… Everything. Beautiful, smart and so friendly. Fuck…” Charlie's drenched hands clenched onto the plate as he gritted hard. Tessa felt boundless hate oozing from him — self-hate to be exact. Ostensibly, the founder of W Empire has been wallowing in self resentment for God knows how long. “Louisiana was so friendly, and kind to the extent of accepting Dakota and our wedlock child — Doreen.”“Were you ashamed, Father? You were ashamed of your infidelity, and Dakota alongside Doreen acted as a breathing reminder o
The bitterness such undesired memories caused lingered shortly in the air, since Tessa's cheerful conversations effortlessly chased it away. In a matter of minutes, a sense of glee was palpable from Charlie's utterances, and hearty chuckles. Their delightful discussions prompted the quickness of dish washing. “We're done. That was… Fast ” Tessa, herself was stunned at their partial oblivion, and Charlie countlessly laughed lowly. “Why don't we continue our discussion back with my parents, Father?” As she dabbed her hands continuously with a towel, the aged man's eyes glinted temporarily with wist. It was clear his sense of speaking became non-existent whenever Doreen, and himself were close by. A father should never be afraid to exchange words with his son, yet it was evident something else persistently acted as a cat — catching Charlie's tongue. That was guilt. “You do want to make amends, don't you Father?” Tessa inquired seriously in that saccharine voice of hers. “More than