I Bet You're Mine

Click! Click!! Click!!!Flash!!! The photographers went crazy taking as many photos as they could. A renowned entertainment reporter who got in with ease raised her voice so she could be heard while broadcasting. "I'm Katherine from Air TV, tonight we're just outside the wedding reception hall of the hottest bachelor and one of the youngest most successful men alive, Joe Anderson and his bride Chloe who as of yesterday was still a local journalist, the union between these to proves that love conquers all, even backgrounds." She reported, it was a public display of hate but no one questioned her or criticised her because she was not alone.         Despite their mockery outside, inside the hall was the so

"I thought you'd be hungry so I made breakfast and bought takeouts as well, feel free to eat as much as you want." Alone in an empty room, I proceed to unboxen the lunch box and unwrap the takeouts. I couldn't look Joe in the eyes but I was aware he was watching me so I couldn't afford to show him any side of weakness that would make him react.                "Are you mad at me?" Joe said. My hands feel weak. I bit back my tongue to avoid scolding this man.        I raise my face and look him in the eyes, I grab onto the wraps, tightly clenching them till they become all wrinkled and rumpled.  "You promised to come home, I've been waiting for you but you never ca

Dozens of press people flood the entrance of the event. It seemed more like a gala than a mere welcome party to me, to think I was the centre of attraction to something like this. "Chloe Anderson, Chloe Anderson please look this way." The paparazzi would often chant. The ladies who made an appearance would often stand next to me, I could tell they wanted the spotlight to get on them as well. Suddenly there were murmurings from the crowd. "It's Bianca. Look, it's Bianca." They yelled, everyone turned towards her in unison almost as if it was planned. Bianca DeVille. I was her nemesis. Not because I wanted to but she made me into her nemesis, she was my husband's ex lover. With thick red lipstick, pale white skin, really dark ebony hair and a well designed body, Bianca in her heels matching her lipstick walked up to me, she was wearing a black sivon gown with a v-cut at the neck, exposing her half covered breast. The gown extended to her heel level and had golden polka dots ar