- ACE -I gulped down the brandy. This is my tenth glass in this bar. It's a good thing I own it, or else I probably would've been restricted alcohol or kicked out. I dropped the empty glass on the counter, completely wasted. "Bring another." I said to the bartender. The young bartender looks worried but didn't say a word. Following normal procedures, staff are meant to restrict a person from alcohol once they realise the person has drank too much and if the person gets violent, there are certain procedures that must be taken but their safety comes first and they're not to retaliate. I know about this yet I'm being an asshole to my workers but I need to get so drunk that I won't be able to remember my name. One thing I know is I won't be violent but not being sober would help me pass through the night. I glanced around the bar while waiting for my drink. For no actual reason, my head is in a mess and I want to take it out on her. It's a shitty thing to do but I really don't care. Wh
- ACE - My body rolled to the side and I stumbled on the ground from my bed, feeling uneasy. Since my brain cells have been completely destroyed due to my excessive alcohol intake, I can barely stand on my feet. I made my way to my bathroom by crawl-running on the floor, trying to hold myself from puking on my bed and the floor. The moment the bathroom door came open, I rushed to my toilet and let my stomach out. I feel sick. It's unlike me to drink to stupor and feel this way. What the fuck was wrong with me? Why did I push myself this far? I hurled again into the seat till there was nothing else to let out. That's when I flushed. I am miserable all the time, but right now, I feel fucking pathetic. I exhaled, sitting on the floor to rest my head and stomach for a bit. Having water to drink right now would be nice but I don't want to revisit the bathroom. I pushed my body up and staggered to my sink. The tap came on when I put my hand beneath it and I stuck my fingers together and
- LORELEI -Think about being an ass. I huffed, while curling my hair. Every single time I think about last night, my skin irks me. I was so dumb doing that but what could he possibly want me to think and do? I scoffed while focusing on my hair in the mirror. Claire helped me loosen the previous style but that's all I needed her for. Now, I'm trying to do my wavy wolf cut on my own. Without using scissors on my hair. When someone is broke for a long time, the person learns how to do certain things on their own to cut costs and survive. Learning how to sew and hairdressing so I can style both mom's and my hair while make clothes for us came in handy. At least, it was worth it despite the amount of times my fingers hurt from all the work. A sigh escaped my lips. The blank cheque is still with me. I still don't know what to do with it. I don't know how many figures to put there. I mean, it would be easier to know if I have the recent boo
- ACE -"Did she receive it?" I ask Marco over the phone. "Yes sir, I handed it to her as you wanted." He responds. I am sat comfortably in the back seat of my mercedes, heading somewhere. I stared at the front mirror then at my driver and sighed. Despite not caring, I'm itching to know her reaction to it. "What did she do?" I ask subtly, keeping my eyes out the window. The tinted glass windows makes it easier to look outside despite the sun rays. "The usual way, sir. Uninterested and disturbed." Marco said. I don't know why but hearing this made my lips form a line. Not because I'm dissatisfied but because I feel at ease. Why I feel at ease is something I don't understand. "That's good. Get the dress to her before noon so she prepares for the event. I don't want any runaway wife again." I said to Marco. I was silent for a while despite being on the call. My mind went back to Richard. "Have the package handed to Lorelei through Claire.""Understood." Richard said. This formal tone
- LORELEI -I had fun today. My body dropped on my bed with my arms spread to both sides as I faced the ceiling with a smile. I'm in my room. My phone has every single thing my old one has, my details included so there wasn't anything to restore. The bank was well compliant with my withdrawal. I want to deny it... but it felt nice not to be Lorelei Stanley for a day. It felt really good to be Lorelei Salvatore. As much as I hate to be, the name carries a lot of power and fear. Not to talk of the twenty four hour service of protection I have. Ability to buy new expensive clothes and ride in comfortable cars instead of my bicycle or strolling. To get perfumes and have a good massage. Of course I am careful enough not to spend so much on luxurious things because I always remember where I'm from but it felt nice to be free. To be noticed and treated right. What didn't feel nice is the fact that I couldn't meet my friends because apparentl
- LORELEI - It's a masked ball. In the back seat of the car with Ace by my side, my head is directed straight. I'm wearing his stupid gown and painfully pretty shoes. I'll be sure to shove them up his ass once we return back to his home. Ace hasn't said a word to me since then and trust me when I say that it has been the most enjoyable few minutes of my life since he waltzed into his door and acted like he owns the place. Technically, he does. He owns everything I'm wearing. Even the place I live. My heartbeat quickened. I really hope he wasn't alerted by his agents about my purchase of the house. It'll mean trouble. If he hasn't already caused trouble. The car came to a halt. "We're here." The driver said before getting out of the car. The door where Ace is sat opens and Ace gets out. I sat still in the car, waiting for no actual reason. After today, I realised I'm not allowed to even touch the door handle of the cars I st
- ACE - "Keep an eye on Lorelei." I said to Marco an hour ago. I don't know how that's going because as far as I can see from the VIP table amidst my discussion with my investors, Lorelei has been acting out. She's drinking so much and flirting with every single man in sight. That has me on a choke hold because I'm torn between dishing this event and taking her with me or just bearing her attitude. Is this her way of protesting? What the fuck is this? My palm rummaged over my face and pinched my temples. The fact that I have to put on a smile in front of my investors makes this unsettling. Right now, because of her, I can't even concentrate. Hell, I don't even know what they're saying. I groaned, tapping my foot impatiently on the ground, underneath the table. The round table is covered with a thick red table sheet and my feet is hidden underneath. "Well, if the stakes are this high, I don't see a reason why I should invest. At this rate, we'll have more losses than profit. It's
- LORELEI -One may think drugging him there was the worst move and I just unleashed a beast but I don't care. No one treats me that way and gets away with it, no matter who the person is, I won't accept it. Even if it means more verbal abuse to ruin my mental state? My throat creased as that thought played in my mind. Even if that's what it takes. I answered myself. It's not something I'm not used to anyway. Even if it means something bad happening to your mother? I stepped harder on the pedal and watched the numbers on the speedometer rise. I barely know how to drive but giving this car a few crashes is me being nice after what he has done to me. And about mom, it's something I'm taking care of. Nothing bad will happen to her. At least not because of me. But first, I need to pay that asshole of a father and his gold digging wife a visit. I need them to know I'm not the woman I used to be and I can ruin him. Well, I can't but Ace can. I've seen it with my own eyes how much power h
- ACE - I turn to the other side, laying restlessly on my bed. I feel uneasy. Really uneasy. During these past few minutes, I have spent my time making decisions and unmaking already made decisions which I thought I settled on but later broke the resolve to carry on with it. I turn again, this time, my back finds comfort on my bed and my head is directed upwards to face the ceiling. The one thing who has been keeping me this restive is not even here. It’s my wife. I swallow. Not once has she left my mind since she evacuated my home and after so much hatred for my thoughts and fighting it, I’ve finally agreed to let it be. I can’t stop thinking about her, even though I don’t want to but I guess I can accept her disturbing my mind as my own slow, non-deadly poison. The type of venom that’s pestful but not harmful. A half smirk paints my lips. That is definitely the word to describe Lorelei. I let out a sigh. She’s out there with some man while I’m here acting like a baby d
- LORELEI - I check my phone again, checking in on the uber booking. My ride is almost here. This makes a smile form on my face as I let my hand fall down to hang freely. I feel uncomfortable. Thrilled yet uncomfortable. The night breeze is somewhat chilly on my skin but I don’t have a jacket with me, I didn’t think I’d need one till I stepped outside but I don’t want to go back in to get one. The last thing I want is to stumble across my lawfully, wedded ‘husband’. I scoff and roll my eyes at the same time. That’ll definitely be problematic. I let out a sigh, staring out the gate in anticipation. Ace hurt my arm. My balm aided to reduce the swelling but not the tinted colour and that was where foundation came in. If my date doesn’t really take little things into detail, he won’t notice. My hands rest on the opposite arms as I voice out a shiver. The weather is getting chillier. I rub my hands on my arms gently. It aids with producing just the right amount of heat to keep
- ACE - I look out the window, with what I think is rage burning through every inch of my body to my very soul watching her nicely dressed in my compound, preparing to leave. She’s going on with it. With this date. Lorelei has completely chosen to be unreasonable with her decisions even though it’s not safe for her. Blatantly choosing to defy me is one thing, but on the verge of her own safety? That’s another thing that I find highly stupid. What is wrong with her? And why do I even care? The thing is, I don’t know but I’m so bothered and pretending that I’m not is not helping. I don’t think it is doing me any good. Maybe another accident and visit to the hospital will leave her being sensible about casual outings with random men. Someone random to me, maybe not to her? I can’t tell, I didn’t ask, but from the little I heard from her conversation, it seemed so. My brows furrow as I watch her. She looks beautiful. I hate that she looks this beautiful. I hate that she’s c
- LORELEI - He’s so impossible. I dip two of my fingers in an ointment jar and gently massage my arm. My brows crease slightly as I wince. Thanks to this asshole of a man, I have a bruise on my arm. I take a deep breath, taking more ointment then reapplying it on my arm. At least, it’s not extreme physical abuse. . . I think, blowing air on my arm. . . . I’m used to being maltreated so this is nothing compared to it. He will have to do more than that to make me shiver. More than he did yesterday? After all, from what I remember, all he did was speak and it left you crying like a baby. I scoff at my thoughts. It’s true, his words got to me, but after spending nearly half my life receiving verbal abuse and taking it all in because I had no choice, I was bound to break down some day. Maybe yesterday was that day and last night was that hour. I take a deep breath then let out an exhale slowly. That will be the last time I’d cry for a man. All men have done is disappoint me sinc
- ACE - I let out a sigh walking through the corridor and having a quick glance through in the room of every door I come across. You could say I’m looking for something. More like someone and as much as I’d love to deny it, it’s true. I want to meet her. Not to apologise per se, but to sympathise. I was wrong last night and I need her to know that as much as I don’t give a shit about her, there’s a teeny part of pity in me who feels sorry for fragile, weak women. Well, that’s what I want her to think. Deep down, I know I’ve been fazed by the nightmare. While the thought of having someone share my sorrow is nice, I don’t want to. . . I take a short pause, trying to think of the right word. . . Lose someone in the process. Someone it’s getting apparent that drives me mad. In the bad way, not the butterflies nonsense people declare they go through. Yet, despite this, I don’t want to lose this person. At least, not until I’ve gotten the revenge I’ve so ardently craved for
- LORELEI - “Don’t say a word.” I murmur to her, holding my hand up to hush her before she even attempts to speak. “Just follow behind me quietly.” I add. “I don’t even want to hear the sound of your feet on the ground as you walk.” Call me evil but after crying my eyes out last night, any slight noise will induce a headache and that is the last thing I want. Claire, seemingly reasonable, did not answer me. You know, I tend to like her more when she’s quiet. My hand draws up my face to rest on the bridge of my nose as I let out an exhale. I’m starving. And since I cannot eat without him, I will be faced with another insufferable experience while sat opposite him, the thought just happens to not leave my mind. Imagine dining with one’s tormentor knowing escape is not an option because you belong to him legally. Not by choice, but my purchase. I am a human being but it doesn’t seem like it. And Ace has made it clear he will break me till I am nothing but ruined. It’s ironic. H
- LORELEI - I let out a sigh, staring at my weary reflection in the mirror. Underneath my eyes are sore. I cried myself to bed last night. A half smile barely made its way to my lips before crumbling back to the hard stare at myself in the mirror. My life is miserable but I want to quit complaining about it. It never changes anything, and now that I’m. . . Married. . . I doubt anything is going to change. At least, not much in the way I want it to. I sniff, rinsing my face for the umpteenth time. The redness of my nose and eyes do not seem to falter and the last thing I want is to walk down those stairs and have him know his words got to me yesterday. So what if I’m broke and have nothing to my name? I ask myself, an attempt to boost my confidence. At least I’m not some trust fund child who grew to be an entitle adult. At least I worked hard and paid for everything I’ve had sin
- ACE - Early this morning, I woke up to something alarming. Not bad news or something of that sort. It was a bad dream. Never have I thought I’d be plagued by nightmares and never have I thought it would be so bad that it would leave my mind disheveled. It was so vivid and horrifying. A dream of the one moment that has plagued me nearly all through my life. The one moment where everything I held dear crumbled all because I was weak, just with a little twist. Am I still weak? I remembered myself asking me in my dream. No! A solemn whisper cried, talking to me. It was recognisable to be my own voice yet it was not me speaking. You’re strong- the voice continued. Then why do people I care about keep falling into accidents? Keep dying for my sake? I questioned the voice. A chuckle echoed, an eerie one bubbling through the darkness all around me. Suddenly, I saw blood. The image of the terrifying sight of the gory view of her replayed in my head on a loop. I saw every part
[Hello reader! After a long hiatus, I am back and continuing this story for good! Do read and enjoy! Also, I did read my previous chapters and realised I switched tenses a lot, for this reason, I will be sticking with present tense. Enjoy the chapter!] - ACE - Lorelei is not home. I can’t help but worry. I sent Isabel to pick her up but I arrived here before her and it leaves me feeling incredibly unsettled. Not because Lorelei is a pain in the ass to Isabel but because of this accident. And also because of the fact that Catherine mentioned her, my mind reminds. I let out a sigh, raising my hand up to peak at the time on my wrist watch. I’ve been here for hours yet there has been no sign of her. After a very stressful day today with the annual, company meeting, this is not something I thought would be a bother to me. I’ll call Isabel. I dip my hand in my pocket to pick my phone when the door comes open. I’m standing not too far from it so it wasn’t hard to miss. Waltzing