Francis Without failing to heed to the stalker's threat, I had Melissa and the kids delivered unconscious to the location yesterday. I imagined the look on her face when she found out what I did but she wouldn't understand. My life was at stake, same as Bree's. I needed to do something as fast as possible. I got us into this mess in the first place. But Bree's words couldn't and wouldn't leave my head. Could it be true? Was I just a puppet in his games? What exactly did he seek that killing Alexander was his only way out?A knock on my door knocked me out of my thinking. I wasn't expecting Bree or any other person, all I wanted to do was find a way to rescue Melissa and her kids.I unlocked the bolt on the door and saw 2 officers with sunglasses at my doorstep.“Good day officer, how can I help you?” I maintained composure and tried to sound confident.The first officer removed his glasses and stepped forward. “Are you Francis Davis?”“Yes I am, how can I help you?”“I'm Officer Ben
AlexanderWe all watched Bree and the other whiskered away. Her words were so painful, I felt them in my guts and my heart. I couldn't just believe that Miss Melissa Dawson has always been my wife and the kids were also mine. That explained why they addressed me as daddy the first day I went to their house.How do I know that that was the first day I went to their house? They seemed really accustomed to me. And then the necklace each one of them held, did I have it made for them?“Alexander,” Mimi held my shoulders. “What are you thinking about?”Now was the time I had to confront them. “What she said, is it true? That Melissa is my wife and the kids are mine?”She nodded her head slowly, still in her grieving state. “I'm so sorry, I should have told you but the doctor advised that you regain your memories yourself.”“How long?” My gaze was firm and sharp, it could cut through a glass.“How long, what?”“How long have I been married to her? Since when have I known her?”She sighed, ba
AlexanderWe all watched Bree and the other whiskered away. Her words were so painful, I felt them in my guts and my heart. I couldn't just believe that Miss Melissa Dawson has always been my wife and the kids were also mine. That explained why they addressed me as daddy the first day I went to their house.How do I know that that was the first day I went to their house? They seemed really accustomed to me. And then the necklace each one of them held, did I have it made for them?“Alexander,” Mimi held my shoulders. “What are you thinking about?”Now was the time I had to confront them. “What she said, is it true? That Melissa is my wife and the kids are mine?”She nodded her head slowly, still in her grieving state. “I'm so sorry, I should have told you but the doctor advised that you regain your memories yourself.”“How long?” My gaze was firm and sharp, it could cut through a glass.“How long, what?”“How long have I been married to her? Since when have I known her?”She sighed, ba
MelissaThe day had barely begun and I could feel my entire body succumb to its tiredness. My eyes felt like they had suddenly become lead and my legs wobbled badly, I desperately needed a good rest.Just like every other night, I had spent the entire last night in the school library again, trying to catch up with the term's work, forgetting that I worked a morning shift at the local eatery."Melissa, we have an order at table 10 and table 23," the voice of the manager dragged me out of my reverie."I'm on it," my voice scratched, failing to go higher than it was. I stretched my limbs and they felt like they had weighed more pounds overnight. I grabbed the tray housing the cups of coffee and walked into the main restaurant."Here you go," my smile came so faintly that you could barely notice it. I dropped the first order at table 10 and walked towards the next table. As I neared table 23, a customer in a hurry bumped into me from behind, causing me to spill the coffee on the very fine
AlexanderImmediately we arrived at the office, I turned towards the receptionist. "Get me Damien, have him come to my office immediately.""Yes sir," she stood up and scurried away to Damien's office.Felix held my bags and walked into my office.He bowed. "Sir Alex, I would like to apologize on behalf of the lady's behavior. If I had stopped her in time, things wouldn't have happened the way it happened.""You don't have to worry Felix, I'll make sure she's punished. You can leave now."He faced the door in time, about to go out."What was her name again? I didn't quite catch it.""Melissa," Felix replied."You can leave," I dismissed him again and repeated the name to myself, smiling. "Melissa. Such a feisty one, I promise to clip those wings of yours."My mind traveled back to what happened in the restaurant, truth be told, she wasn't at fault. I saw it all but the words had left my mouth before I could refrain from saying them.Her response made me repeat the same word. I wanted
Melissa"Never, I'll never marry him. I'd rather die than find myself spending forever with someone like him," I cried for the 100th time. My father wasn't listening to me, he came home that night announcing my marriage to the last person I ever thought of.I had dreamed of fantasy, happily ever after. Irrespective of how old I was, I still had the stature of a 20 year old kid. I always believed that one day my prince charming would come and sweep me off my feet.I couldn't believe I was keeping myself for him, I was going to be married to the bastard I had hassled with in the morning."Father please," I lowered myself on my knees, begging him, because I knew my life depended on it. "Don't do this, my whole life will be halted. I'm in my final year in school, let me finish in grand style, please.""Unfortunately Melissa, there's nothing I can do for you. Your fate has been sealed. Tomorrow you get married to the billionaire, Alexander Pierce," he said deadpan and walked out of the roo
MelissaIt's been 6 months in Alexander's home and to me it felt like years. The emotional and mental torture was one I couldn't deal with. Most of the days, I spend them in the room all alone without talking to anyone.My muse had drifted away from me so bad. I was an artist, I loved painting, I love drawing but lately I couldn't find the courage to pick them up again. I had become my own shadow, lost without a direction, without a place to call home.Alexander slept on the other side of the bed, snoring away peacefully. The whole room was illuminated yet I glanced into the darkness right in front of me, praying that I would find a way soon to color myself in it. My right hand unconsciously caressed my tummy.In a span of 6 months, Alexander had me remove my babies, twice. He claimed he wasn't ready for kids now as they would deter him from his goal.I was pregnant again but I couldn't let him know otherwise it would meet the same fate as others."Why are you rubbing your tummy?" His
Alexander`Alex, close your eyes. Don't look at me, don't look at mama. Papa is just angry, I was the one that wronged him.`I jumped up from my sleep, covered in my own sweat, breathing heavily. Deep black bags sought refuge under my eyes, the beautiful shiny gaze my eyes held had become lifeless, like I was staring into oblivion. For months, they had always been that way. I looked up at the wall clock, it was just 3am in the morning. Frustrated, I pushed the covers away from my body and sat upright.It's been 7 years since Melissa left and 7 years since the nightmares came again.Few months after she left, her smell on the sheets helped keep the nightmares away. I always imagined she was right there beside me and it always worked but as soon as the sheets were changed, everything came back to the way it used to be.I walked downstairs to grab a cup of water in the kitchen, I noticed the light was turned on and I wondered who would be awake at that time of the night. I saw Felix sit