His driving could easily be considered reckless due to the fastness of the Escalades' tires on the tarred road. Doreen Williams was one to always remain expressionless. Throughout most of his life, those who surrounded themselves around him found it impossible to detect a shred of emotion. His emotionlessness presumably would forever remain so but…Tessa Rashford came along. A world that always appeared as black as night and void of color was what Doreen lived in, but gradually she became his color.Effortlessly, he began smiling — like he was genuinely happy by just her mere presence, and scent. “Da… date? She's going on a date?” His heart was thudding fast — this time, not because of the thrill he felt whenever Tessa was nearby. This resulted due to fear, and immense anxiety. A date usually leads to a relationship right? A romantic relationship typically occurs from dates, and if Tessa goes on one with some fucker, does that mean he'd…lose her. Doreen was scared — overly afrai
Even though it wasn't the weekend, his daughter was one to always arise early. A huge and well-equipped gymnasium was in the mansion yet Francess preferred to run through the estate since it was a great morning exercise. “Isn't she doing that today?” Killian D'Arcy could be seen at the bottom of one of the curvy staircases. The gray-haired man had worry roaming through those blue eyes of his, and he bit his lips hard. Perhaps it was best to check up on her rather than wait for her descent down the stairs. “What are you doing standing here, Killian?” The not-so-warm voice of his wife, Stephanie, was heard. The couple were done with breakfast, and she was a bit concerned as to why her husband rushed out of the dining table — was something wrong?The blonde-haired lady at a glance could be dimmed unfeeling due to her constant blank expression. There was slight truth in that, but undeniably she loved her family. Well…not wholly. “It's Francess. She hasn't come down for breakfast. Mi
His fury heightened so drastically as he heard the annoying voice of his pregnant girlfriend. Mary soon came into view — she was still in her night dress, and her frown easily portrayed how angry she was. “Tony!” Mary again yelled at him, but he was already making his way through the hallway. Continuously, she called, but his ears were blocked!The only thing preventing him from giving a bitch like her what she deserved was her pregnancy — if she loses it, then his parents wouldn't think twice before kicking him out again. Worst, they might even disown him completely — Tony couldn't afford that. Not when Tessa, the bimbo that was dumb enough to love him unconditionally, has changed. Tony's anger was due to the discovery that Tessa after he dumped her was seen with a rich asshole. According to the information he gathered from the residents living close to them before, after the apartment mysteriously caught fire and burned to the ground, some wealthy man came to her aid. It made
“Daddy!” The raucousness of that high-pitched voice of hers could break a scholar's glasses. Literally! One would expect to be welcomed back home with a warm hug or perhaps a nice, plain greeting from their daughter, but what does Lloyd get instead? A scream — a fucking ear-deafening scream from a rat he calls daughter. Maria Williams. The living room of his penthouse was occupied surprisingly by the dozen maids he hired a few days ago. From their countenance, any could tell that they were scared — scared of losing their jobs. “Master Lloyd! Thank the Lord that you're back!” One of the maids gushed, extremely relieved at his presence. As usual, a stick of cigarette dangled lazily from his darkish lips. A large content of smoke escaped his lips as he strolled towards them. All were gathered at the front of the dining room, and Maria's horrifying screams came from there. They paved the way sharply for him, and walking past them, one of the maids caught his eyes. She was be
The ride back to the penthouse was one none predicted would happen, so yes, it was a quiet one. At that moment, neither Doreen nor Tessa were thinking about anything aside from themselves. Those blue eyes of hers had retained their spot, staring at her skirt, ever since he drove the car out of Paradiso Tessestre's park. And he… Doreen knew it'd be risky to look at her after that intimate moment they shared a moment ago. If he caught even the slightest glimpse of her lips, then he'd…‘He sped up!’ She screamed inwardly as her body jerked forward a bit as the car drove faster down the road. Tessa was nervous.Once they arrive home, what would she say to him? — first, she's the reason he canceled his meeting with that dazzling woman. She wasn't regretful about that. Why would she when envy would've practically eaten her whole if her eyes beheld them eating while chatting and even… touching? It was a thought that got Tessa's mouth sour from jealousy. She felt proud at that, and Fran
It was almost nighttime. The sun gradually retried for the moon to assume its rightful position in the night sky, scanty of stars. The Ballet Academy was done for the day, and stepping out with clear exhaustion boldly written on her face, a sigh fell from the lips of Madam Angelica. The middle-aged Italian woman was also the last to leave the Academy. Apart from the guards positioned by its gates, no one else was there. Today, with the senior class ballet dancers absent, her full attention was on the junior ones. Though they had teachers, being the senior mistress, her supervision was highly needed.The senior class of the Ballet Academy was mandated to take the rest of the week on. Why?On Saturday being the weekend, the tryouts entailing a few top-notch schools that specialized in ballet like themselves would commence. The tryouts would transpire in the W Empire. Of course, the rest of the class apart from Francess and Tessa would attend; Maria possibly couldn't participate.
“Son? You're back already? How was work today?”It was dinner time. There wasn't an ounce of strangeness that only the married couple occupied the lengthy dining table. Roughly about three dozen individuals or so could eat a meal together but like always, Killian and his wife, Stephanie, were the sole ones there. Their children Francess and Francisco barely… Attended. Their brown-haired daughter although occasionally ate with them was for the sake of her father and Francisco…“Work was fine, Father. There's no need to talk to me; I'm passing by to get water from the kitchen.” The blond-haired handsome man smoothly uttered. He did sound quite emotionless, but then again Killian was used to it, and Stephanie?The aged woman whom Francisco bore a lot of physical resemblance with acted oblivious to her son's presence. She kept her eyes pinned on her meals and continued eating. “Come on now Francisco. Eat with us!” Killian would be a damned liar to state he enjoyed this recurring situ
That morning, she was awoken due to the raucous noise of glass shattering. It was ear deafening and since it occurred so abruptly, her body flinched crazily, which ended up in her falling hard off the king-sized bed. “Fuck!” Mary, who fell brutally on the tiled floor, grunted loudly in pain. Even at that, the unpleasantly boisterous noise could still be heard, and her lips twisted into a frown. What the fuck was that? Rather, who in hell's name was causing such a racket so early in the fucking morning?Mary, still aching in pain, dragged herself off the floor, and now on her feet, beheld Tony. The bastard was the source of the noise since his hands were animalistically breaking everything in sight. Since their bedroom entailed a mini bar, the numerous bottles of alcohol drinks, and glassware were fallen brutally to the floor. The glass was everywhere, and Mary was thankful her flip-flops were somewhat tenser. “Tony! What the fuck is your darn problem?” Not even the sounds of g