Catherina stood there frozen on the sidewalk, her mind racing as she stared at the black car and the glove that appeared.The man then repeated his request, more aggressive this time than the last one “Get in the backseat! Do not waste my time,” she did not heed the command immediately as she was panicking.The man’s sharp command still echoed in her ears: “Get in the backseat. Do not waste my time.” She hesitated, her heart pounding. Should she comply? The tone of his voice left no room for argument, yet stepping into the car felt like surrendering control.The man’s impatience flared again. “I hate saying things twice! Do not make me repeat myself.”Weighing her options, Catherina decided against her instincts and obeyed. She climbed into the backseat, her breaths shallow, as the door closed firmly behind her. Turning her head, her eyes widened when she saw who was seated beside her, Mrs. Moyes. “I said it!” Catherine thought to herself, the car did look familiar.The woman sat stiff
Catherina lay on her bed, her face buried in her tear-soaked pillow as she heard the voice of her aunt, the sobs racked her chest showing no signs of stopping. The sound of her door creaking open barely registered in her grief-stricken haze. A soft voice spoke again.“Catherina?”It was her aunt, Elena, standing hesitantly in the doorway. Her face was a mix of concern and sympathy. She stepped into the room, her footsteps soft, and sat on the edge of the bed beside her niece. Elena reached out and placed a comforting hand on Catherina's back.“Darling, sit up and talk to me,” Elena urged gently. “Whatever it is, keeping it bottled up will not help.”Catherina sniffled, slowly sitting up as Elena guided her. Her hair was a mess, and her cheeks streaked with tears. Her face had gone red, and she had a headache. She tried to speak, but the words were caught in her throat. Her lips quivered, and fresh tears spilled over.Both of them stared at each for a few seconds with no words said.
Catherina did not even have the time to scream or scoot out of the way, the car slammed into her with brutal force sending her body sprawling onto the hard pavement. A pool of her blood began to form as horrified gasps erupted from onlookers. The driver, without hesitation, sped away, the screech of his tires piercing the air.People rushed to her aid, panic and urgency filling the scene.“Someone should immediately call for help, she is bleeding profusely!” a woman cried.Among the crowd, a young man quickly jotted down the car’s license plate number on his phone. The car had been tinted which made it difficult for him or anyone to denote who was driving the car at the time. Luckily the number plate was different from the regular cars that had always driven in that neighborhood. Another man bent down, checking for a pulse.“She is still alive, but barely,” he said, voice trembling. “We need to get her to a hospital now!”Two men stepped forward, lifting Catherina’s limp body as care
Finally, the door opened, and a doctor emerged, his expression serious but calm. All eyes turned toward him as they all rushed toward him. “I have good news and bad news,” the doctor began, his voice firm but calculated. “Which would you like to hear first?”The crowd instinctively turned to Elena, who stared at the doctor with a mixture of fear and hope.“I think I would go for the good news,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.The doctor nodded. “The good news is that Catherina is still alive. She is in a more stable condition now than when she was brought in. We were able to stop the bleeding and address some of her injuries.”A collective sigh of relief swept through the room, though Elena’s heart remained heavy. She braced herself for the other shoe to drop.“And the bad news?” she asked hesitantly.The doctor’s expression grew darker. “The bad news is that she is still in a coma. She has sustained several soft tissue injuries, which means her recovery will be a long and de
Mrs. Moyes excused herself from the living room and came out not long after. She strolled toward the man with a warm smile, she grabbed the set of car keys the man dropped on the table as she held an envelope filled with cash in the other. Her demeanor was calm and friendly as she extended the item toward him.“Here is the remaining balance,” she said smoothly, watching his eyes light up as he reached for the money. “You have done an incredible job, and I truly appreciate it.”The man, oblivious to the sinister undertone in her voice, pocketed the money and gave a polite nod. “Thank you, ma’am. If there’s anything else you need, do not hesitate to call me.”Mrs. Moyes tilted her head, her smile unwavering. “Of course. But before you go, will you not have something to eat? You have done so much already, and it is only fair you leave here with a full stomach.”The man hesitated, but the aroma of freshly prepared stew coming from the kitchen proved too tempting. “Well, I suppose a quick
"Ouch! Are you blind?" Anthony snapped as he grabbed Catherina's arm and pulled her back by the hair, making her stumble and almost fall.“Who the fuck are you?”Catherina winced in pain but looked up at him with a mixture of surprise and anger in her eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there," she mumbled, trying to keep her composure despite the pain.“You are sorry? Do you know how much that shoe costs, let alone the feet that are inside it? I am Anthony Moyes, a billionaire by birth. I could pay your way out of this school!”Hearing that, Catherina lowered her head, “I am deeply sorry, Master Anthony. I have no excuse, I'm sorry.”Anthony's expression softened slightly as he realized the pain he had caused her. He saw her cranial veins visible and she went pale around her hair. But still, he chose not to break. “Watch out next time.”Catherina touched the spot where he had pulled her hair and turned as she began to walk away.Anthony had financial power, even though, when he steppe
I sat in the living room of the apartment that Anthony had gotten for us and whispered a “thank you” for his presence.He did as he had promised - cleared the debts and got us a new apartment. Today, he sent a box and I stared endlessly before I opened it.Staring at the red gown and silvery accessories that Anthony had sent me. Could this be happening? Just three days ago, my life was a mess and now everything had changed. I quickly opened the box and read the note – “Get dressed, pick you up by 4 pm." I looked at the clock and realized I only had an hour to get ready.Rushing to my room, I quickly put on the gorgeous gown, slipped into the silvery shoes, and added the accessories.When I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but smile. I felt beautiful, confident, and excited about whatever Anthony had planned for us.As I stood in front of the mirror, admiring myself, I heard a car honk outside. I looked out the window and saw Anthony standing by his car, looking as hands
“She is not a nobody, Mother,” Anthony said.I appreciated the fact that he chose to talk for me and at the same time, I wasn’t okay with it as I don’t know where the argument would lead. I was clear that I was not welcomed and I should get going.“I see,” Mrs Moyes said.Just as Anthony was about to sit, his phone rang and he ended the call abruptly. “We are from the same school,” Anthony said.He was trying to leverage, to tell his mother that I was from the same Medical school but he hid the part that confirmed my identity as a sponsor of the community. Again his phone rang.“You can go and answer your call. Let me catch up with Catherina,” Mrs Moyes said and Anthony signaled to me that he would be back soon.I would rather he stayed behind, but I couldn’t help it.As Mrs Moyes sipped her tea, I felt the tension in the room thickening by the minute. I knew she had something important to say, but I had no idea what it could be. The other woman, whose name I didn't even know, chuckl
Mrs. Moyes excused herself from the living room and came out not long after. She strolled toward the man with a warm smile, she grabbed the set of car keys the man dropped on the table as she held an envelope filled with cash in the other. Her demeanor was calm and friendly as she extended the item toward him.“Here is the remaining balance,” she said smoothly, watching his eyes light up as he reached for the money. “You have done an incredible job, and I truly appreciate it.”The man, oblivious to the sinister undertone in her voice, pocketed the money and gave a polite nod. “Thank you, ma’am. If there’s anything else you need, do not hesitate to call me.”Mrs. Moyes tilted her head, her smile unwavering. “Of course. But before you go, will you not have something to eat? You have done so much already, and it is only fair you leave here with a full stomach.”The man hesitated, but the aroma of freshly prepared stew coming from the kitchen proved too tempting. “Well, I suppose a quick
Finally, the door opened, and a doctor emerged, his expression serious but calm. All eyes turned toward him as they all rushed toward him. “I have good news and bad news,” the doctor began, his voice firm but calculated. “Which would you like to hear first?”The crowd instinctively turned to Elena, who stared at the doctor with a mixture of fear and hope.“I think I would go for the good news,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.The doctor nodded. “The good news is that Catherina is still alive. She is in a more stable condition now than when she was brought in. We were able to stop the bleeding and address some of her injuries.”A collective sigh of relief swept through the room, though Elena’s heart remained heavy. She braced herself for the other shoe to drop.“And the bad news?” she asked hesitantly.The doctor’s expression grew darker. “The bad news is that she is still in a coma. She has sustained several soft tissue injuries, which means her recovery will be a long and de
Catherina did not even have the time to scream or scoot out of the way, the car slammed into her with brutal force sending her body sprawling onto the hard pavement. A pool of her blood began to form as horrified gasps erupted from onlookers. The driver, without hesitation, sped away, the screech of his tires piercing the air.People rushed to her aid, panic and urgency filling the scene.“Someone should immediately call for help, she is bleeding profusely!” a woman cried.Among the crowd, a young man quickly jotted down the car’s license plate number on his phone. The car had been tinted which made it difficult for him or anyone to denote who was driving the car at the time. Luckily the number plate was different from the regular cars that had always driven in that neighborhood. Another man bent down, checking for a pulse.“She is still alive, but barely,” he said, voice trembling. “We need to get her to a hospital now!”Two men stepped forward, lifting Catherina’s limp body as care
Catherina lay on her bed, her face buried in her tear-soaked pillow as she heard the voice of her aunt, the sobs racked her chest showing no signs of stopping. The sound of her door creaking open barely registered in her grief-stricken haze. A soft voice spoke again.“Catherina?”It was her aunt, Elena, standing hesitantly in the doorway. Her face was a mix of concern and sympathy. She stepped into the room, her footsteps soft, and sat on the edge of the bed beside her niece. Elena reached out and placed a comforting hand on Catherina's back.“Darling, sit up and talk to me,” Elena urged gently. “Whatever it is, keeping it bottled up will not help.”Catherina sniffled, slowly sitting up as Elena guided her. Her hair was a mess, and her cheeks streaked with tears. Her face had gone red, and she had a headache. She tried to speak, but the words were caught in her throat. Her lips quivered, and fresh tears spilled over.Both of them stared at each for a few seconds with no words said.
Catherina stood there frozen on the sidewalk, her mind racing as she stared at the black car and the glove that appeared.The man then repeated his request, more aggressive this time than the last one “Get in the backseat! Do not waste my time,” she did not heed the command immediately as she was panicking.The man’s sharp command still echoed in her ears: “Get in the backseat. Do not waste my time.” She hesitated, her heart pounding. Should she comply? The tone of his voice left no room for argument, yet stepping into the car felt like surrendering control.The man’s impatience flared again. “I hate saying things twice! Do not make me repeat myself.”Weighing her options, Catherina decided against her instincts and obeyed. She climbed into the backseat, her breaths shallow, as the door closed firmly behind her. Turning her head, her eyes widened when she saw who was seated beside her, Mrs. Moyes. “I said it!” Catherine thought to herself, the car did look familiar.The woman sat stiff
"Fine..." He said, stepping back. Natasha breathed out in relief."Let's say you didn't take it. “ Anthony said, tucking his hands in his pants."We shouldn't say, I didn't take it. Stop accusing me for something I have no idea of." Natasha said, acting brave. She wasn't going to admit, at least not anytime soon. He wouldn't find the phone, she made sure of that."Really?" Anthony asked, tilting his head to the right scrutinizing her face. He knew Natasha and the way her eyebrows shook whenever she told a lie. Anthony tilted his head to the left, still watching her."Why are you watching me like that?" She asked, coughing slightly. She was feeling nervous under his stare and couldn't keep the eye contact anymore."Admit it." Anthony said."Admit what?" She asked, sending her hands to her neck, rubbing it slightly."That you took it, just admit it Natasha and I'll just overlook everything." He said."Okay that does it, I won't stay here and watch you disrespect me over something I didn'
He sighed out, turning on the phone and the first place he went to was his call logs. His eyes went wide when he saw the last person that called himCatherina called. She's never called, why would she call today of all days and why would Natasha answer it and then proceed to hide my phone away.Anthony sent his hand to his hair, baffled by the occurrence happening around him.Why would Natasha hide his phone and made him think he lost it.Anthony stared at the call logs again, the urge to hear Catherina's voice so strong it was so hard to resist.Getting on his feet, he walked to the kitchen, maybe another late night drink would help calm his brain. Anthony took a bottle of champagne that he hard stored and walked back to the sitting room. He didn't want the stress that came with pouring it into a cup so he drank straight from the bottle.The champagne had already started dulling his brain and making him a little dizzy before he tapped the call back button. Anthony's heart raced agains
“One advice, don’t believe anything they tell you, especially if it's about Catherina”Anthony sighed “fine, it won’t be easy though. I’ve been apart from her for a long. Although I didn't stop loving her, can you believe she hasn't texted nor sent any letters. It’s kind of hard to still trust her after that. I got her a phone before I left, okay fine no cell service; my mail works. It’s hard, Leo and i’m so confused right now. What if it’s not as it seems and my mom is actually not trying to separate both of us?” he paused, then continued “I don't want to offend my mom and later on she wasn't even the bad guy. It’s crazy to be me, really” he muttered, palming his forehead. “Well um… just do what you think is right. Because at this rate, it’s confusing and to know who is actually telling the truth and who is lying won't be easy, you have to go back to London and my guess is, it’s not time yet.” Leo said. “Yea.” Anthony nodded. “Sorry, talking about me took most of our time. How are
He had no idea what pushed him to run out, but he succumbed to it, which was really stupid.. As he walked down the streets, memories of Catherina filled his head. Her betrayal got to him and he won't move on anytime soon. “Hey, man. Watch it…” Anthony looked up, he had bumped into someone unintentionally. “I’m so sorry.” He apologized, stepping to the side so the guy could pass. “Hold up, I know you. Anthony!!” The guy beamed in joy, shaking Anthony by the hand. Anthony was still disoriented, so it took a moment for him to recognize who it was. “Oh my goodness, Leo!” Anthony said, finally recognizing who it was, an old classmate of his. “I’m hurt you didn't recognize me at first glance, what were you thinking about, man!” Leo said, engaging Anthony in a bone crushing hug. “I’m sorry, man. Just got a lot on my mind this days.” Anthony replied as they disengaged. “The rich also cry, huh” Leo stated, staring at his friend. “That’s it, man. What are you doing here? I thought yo