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
“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