Frederick stood in the center of the living room, the weight of Caroline's announcement still settling in his mind. He watched as Samara left, her pain evident in every step. The silence that followed felt suffocating, broken only by the faint hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. Caroline remained, her presence now an uncomfortable reminder of his own mistakes.Frederick finally turned to face her, his expression a mix of frustration and resignation. "Caroline, you shouldn't have come here. This was not the right time or place."Caroline's face softened, but there was a defiance in her eyes. "Frederick, I had to. Since you left, you've been avoiding me, and I couldn't wait any longer. I thought you needed to know the truth."Frederick ran a hand through his hair, trying to compose himself. "The truth? The truth is that everything is falling apart. I don't even know how to begin fixing this."Caroline stepped closer, her voice calm but insistent. "Frederick, I understand you're upse
Samara sat on the edge of the bed, staring out of the large window that overlooked Damien’s garden. The room was spacious and filled with light, a stark contrast to the heavy atmosphere that had settled around her heart. It had only been a few days since she’d moved in with Damien, yet everything still felt surreal, as though she was living someone else’s life.The decision had been one of the hardest she’d ever made. After Caroline’s shocking revelation, Samara couldn’t bear to stay in the house she had shared with Frederick, surrounded by the memories of their fractured marriage. Damien had been persistent, promising her that he could provide the stability and love she needed. For now, she had chosen to believe him.Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, pulling her out of her thoughts. She reached for it, seeing her sister’s name flash across the screen."Debrah," Samara answered, her voice barely above a whisper."Samara, how are you? I've been wor
Samara's heart pounded in her chest as Damien's lips hovered so close to hers. The room seemed to shrink around them, the air thick with tension and unspoken desires. For a brief moment, she allowed herself to get lost in the warmth of his touch, the comfort he offered in the midst of her turmoil. But then, reality crashed down on her.She pulled back abruptly, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "Damien, I can’t do this," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.Damien froze, his expression a mix of surprise and disappointment. "Samara, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push you."Samara shook her head, standing up from the couch and putting some distance between them. "It's not your fault. It's just... everything is so complicated right now. I can't let myself get swept up in this when my life is already in shambles."Damien stood as well, concern etched on his face. "I understand, Samara. I really do. But I want you to know that my feelings for you are real. I'm not just offering
The next morning arrived far too quickly for Frederick. He had barely slept, his mind racing with the possibilities of how the conversation with Samara would go.He arrived at the café early, his nerves on edge. He had spent the entire night thinking about what he would say to Samara, how he could possibly convince her to come back to him. The stakes had never been higher, and he knew that this was his last chance to make things right.When Samara walked in, Frederick’s heart ached at the sight of her. She looked tired, her eyes shadowed with exhaustion, but she was still the woman he loved—strong, resilient, and undeniably beautiful. He stood up as she approached, offering a tentative smile.“Samara,” he greeted her softly.She nodded, her expression guarded. “Frederick.”They sat down across from each other, the tension between them palpable. For a moment, neither of them spoke, both trying to find the right words. Finally, Frederick broke the si
As Samara turned the corner onto her street, she saw Damien waiting outside his apartment. He smiled when he saw her, and she felt a pang of guilt. She didn't know what to say to him, didn't know how to explain the emotions that were swirling inside her."Hey," Damien said, as she approached him. "How did it go with Frederick?"Samara hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. "It was...complicated," she said finally.Damien nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. "I can imagine," he said. "Do you want to talk about it?"Samara shook her head, feeling overwhelmed. "Not now," she said. "I just need some time to think."Damien nodded again, his expression soft. "Okay," he said. "Take all the time you need."Samara smiled weakly, feeling grateful for his patience and understanding. She knew that she didn't deserve it, but she was thankful nonetheless.As she went inside, Samara felt like she was stepping into a void, unsure of what lay
The soldiers came late in the day, grim and unwavering. Everyone had expected them, but their appearances, led by a cold-eyed colonel who has been a terror in the community, was still shocking. The men of the house went out to meet them, while the daughters and their mother stayed back and watched with fear.Samara glanced through the kitchen window with panic. Rafael her brother, lurked just outside the door. He caught her eye and made an urgent gesture, she must hide. She nodded to him, but didn’t budge. She wanted to see everything.“To what do I owe this honor?” Her Father spoke, feigning a smile.The colonel looked at him spitefully, “This is not a pleasant visit”.Samara could see her Father tremble at the colonel’s voice. She felt bad. She has brought this upon her family with her uncouth attitude towards the officers earlier in the day when she had gone to pick oranges. Samara was on her way home when she had heard a sound come in on the wind, voices and a soft mewling. Unab
If he had been asked, Colonel Frederick Smyth could have put his hand on his heart and sworn that he had never met anyone as ravishingly beautiful as Samara Noel. She was beauty personified, from her pretty face, with a bright calling eyes, her well sculpted pointy nose, broad high temple, high cheek bones, curvy luscious lips, and piano keys-like dentition, to her curvy body and very smooth light skin. She was perfection.As a child, Frederick was not a good looking boy. He was chubby, and had a huge round stomach. He was always bullied by his mate. When he became a teenager, he had lost some weight, but his face was filled with acne. He was still taunted and mocked by both boys and girls of his age. No one wanted to be friends with him. Frederick felt so inferior among his mates, that he swore he was going to find a way to measure up, and even get better than them. When an opportunity to join the army came, he grabbed it. He needed so bad to excel at something. And so he did. Frede
NEVER… NEVER… NEVER…Samara kept screaming in her head as she returned home after meeting with the Colonel. She had heard many awful things about the Colonel, but after today she was sure they forgot to mention that he was also a Mad Man. If not, then how on earth did he think of making such a proposal? Or the worst that he expected that she would accept? “Why are you talking to yourself?” Samara looked up to see who had spoken to her. She was totally lost in her thoughts that she didn’t realize she was not alone. A young handsome man stood before her, and she was caught aback for few seconds. He looked like a model, with thick dark brown hair and vivid eyes; Samara remembered thinking that a man with a face like his should be short, just to keep the scales balanced. Instead he was tall and had a casual masculine grace that could draw any feminine eye to him. His looks were wholly masculine. “Why are you talking to me?” She asked after regaining her composure and giving him a good