Natasha carefully cut out the page from Anthony’s diary where he had written down Catherina's phone number. She knew that Antony had been talking to Catherina a lot lately, and she didn't want her boyfriend to have any contact with another girl.The next day, Antony and Natasha walked through the school halls together. Antony looked nervous as it was his first day at a new school. Natasha smiled reassuringly at him and said, "Don't worry, I'll show you around and introduce you to everyone."As they walked, Natasha pointed out the different classrooms and explained where everything was. Antony was grateful for her guidance and felt more at ease. Suddenly, she spotted a beautiful mural on the wall and said, "Wow, that's amazing! I want to take a picture of it."Anthony nodded and handed her his phone. Natasha quickly snapped a few photos and then turned off the phone and kept the phone in the secret part of her bag. “Where is the phone?” Anthony asked. "Oh no," she exclaimed, "the pho
Natasha carefully dug into Anthony's bag, feeling a rush of excitement as she found his phone tucked away inside.She quickly turned it on and browsed through his contacts, her heart skipping a beat when she came across the name saved as "MINE." With a sly smile on her face, Natasha dialed the number and waited anxiously for someone to pick up. After a few rings, a sweet voice answered on the other end, "Baby?”“Who the hell is your baby?" Natasha's eyes narrowed as she replied confidently, "Anthony is mine, and there is nothing you can do about it."Confusion laced Catherina's voice as she questioned, "Who are you?""I am Natasha," she declared, her tone dripping with possessiveness. "And soon, I and Anthony will be getting married. You are nothing compared to me, and he will never call you again."Catherina chuckled softly, disbelief evident in her voice. "Oh, honey, you have no idea who you're dealing with. Anthony and I have a history that you could never understand."Natasha's g
As they sat in the eatery, surrounded by the comforting embrace of Russian cuisine and the gentle melody of music, Anthony realized that perhaps, amid his heartache, he had found a glimmer of light in the form of a kind and compassionate soul named Natasha.“Thank you for today, Natasha,” Anthony said just as the waiter came over to pack their dishes. “What for?” Natasha asked, smiling, feigning ignorance.“For the company, for the advice and most of all, for being here. I don't think I'll be able to move past Catherina's betrayal without you” he said. “It’s nothing, Anthony. Women these days tend to move on when they feel like they can’t fulfill their wants, you also don't have to blame her. She did what she thought was right.” Natasha said. Anthony remained silent, watching the woman in front of with intensity. There was something about her that didn't feel right, there was also something about her that felt right. Everything felt confusing and he had no idea what to do or believ
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
“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 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
"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'
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
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