- ACE - She's something. That woman. Quite interesting if I must say, and quite fun to tease. I will enjoy toying with her very much. At least, that's the most close to a bond I can have with someone. Lorelei is feisty. The kind I love. My sadistic self enjoys playing with vulnerable, bratty women while making them fall in love with me, not because I'll love them back, but it's become a habit. When I see pretty things, the only instinct in my head is to break them. That's why they should stay away from me. Because I will cause their demise. But this one wronged me and I won't let her go till she has paid for every dime of pent up frustration that incident caused me. I stared at the skyscrapers in front of me through the glass walls of my office. My hands are dug in my pocket. It's quite alarming that I think about her even when I'm at work. It's quite disgusting that I do. I hate her. I've been thinking of ways to make her suffer but the moment she's by my side, it just happens t
- ACE - I pushed the glass door open and walked in. A bell jingle slid in my ears. It's soft and pleasant to hear. That made a grin form on my face. The familiar scent of new fabrics and lavender air freshener slid into my nose as I waltzed into a boutique. I held the bouquet gently in one hand. "Sorry hunny, we're closed." A lady said curtly, giving me a sharp glance then averting her gaze to the person she was having a conversation with in front of her. I stood there and spread my hands to both sides, maintaining my smile. I can't wait till she turns and sees who it is. "Sorry mister but we're clo-" The lady in a golden, body hug dress turned to face me and stopped talking. Her dress meets at the center of her tits forming a 'V' from her shoulder sleeve, which is held together by a brooche. Like a robe, a slit drew from her thighs to the floor, where the dress ended. "Isabel Rosa. A pleasure to meet you." I said with a smirk. She's my designer and old time friend as well. Isa
- ACE -Isabel stormed out of the dressing room angrily with all of her stuff held disorderly in her hand and over her shoulders. Her hair is messy and she looks drained of energy. Just a few hours with Lorelei left her looking fifty years older. She shot me an angry stare. "Don't you ever call me again to dress her up. Ever! Or I'll sue you." She raged and continued forward. It's late, my intention was to let her crash in tonight but I guess that option is off the list. "Thank you so much for your time, querida." I said. Isabel stopped, dropped everything on her right hand down and pointed her middle finger at me. "I'm being underpaid for this stress." She fell to the ground to pick up her things. Everything else she held scattered all over the place and her attempt to arrange them made it worse. She obviously needs help and I know she doesn't want mine. "Marco, do assist." I ordered politely and he went. Their banter was entertaining to watch as she constantly refused his offer t
- LORELEI -I watched the back of his body as he walks away from me. The slam of the door made me flinch and I sighed. My brows curled while watching him. This human everyone talks so highly and dirty about confuses the shit out of me. So far, I haven't witnessed any rude or harsh behaviour from him and it scares me. Not because I want to be treated badly, but because I'm worried he's waiting to make me his before showing his true self to me. I'm worried about what will happen if my plan doesn't go according to the way I want it to. It's the day after tomorrow, my wedding. Also the day I shall leave for the airport. I thought I had the whole thing figured out but now, I don't think so. I haven't left this house in days and it's not because I don't want to, but because he hasn't let me. I swallowed and peered my gaze on the floor. That's when I noticed I am standing in the same spot. I took a deep breath in and sighed. My ear plugs are still in my ears but I'm not listening to music
- ACE -Sitting on the chair by my bed table with my thumb leaning on my lips, I stared at the document on my pc.(Translation; pc means personal computer) I'm exhausted. It hasn't even been half the day yet but I feel so damn tired. My mind has been everywhere but what it's meant to be on and that has helped me not to get any fucking thing done! A sigh escaped my lips as I stared at the ceiling, trying to release some pent up frustration. I can't think properly. What I said last night bugs me to a degree and I wish it didn't. It's not a big deal but did I really tell someone I despise that? I swore never to get intimate with her throughout our marriage no matter what till she loses every bit of her confidence and herself. Till she's completely crushed and understand what I went through that day. Yet my lips went against my mind and acted on its own. I sighed. She is beautiful. Lorelei is actually sexy, I thought grudgingly and shook my head. I'd rather not have these thoughts be
- LORELEI - After last night, it would be impossible for me to think straight. I woke up with a smile this morning.... brushed my teeth with a smile, ... had a shower with a smile. Styled my hair with a smile... I even painted my toenails today after doing a self pedicure with the cheap things I normally use. Right now, life feels great and it'll feel even better tomorrow! I rolled to the other side, hugging my pillow. It's tomorrow. I can't deny that I'm freaking out with a fast pumping heart, but I'm overly excited and trying to remain calm. At first, the fact that I was restricted from leaving the house and attending to my business got on my nerves, now that's the least of my worries, because soon, I won't even need to run that pharmacy. Soon, it'll be all over and I'll finally be with the only one I want to be with. I'll finally forget this torture I call life and be happy. My hand rubbed my stomach. Just the thought is giving me butterflies!! A grumble caught my attention. Th
- ACE -I stared at the garden from my room through the window, staring at Lorelei. We're getting married today. I really don't know what I feel about that. People often talk about love and how joyous it is to be the forever of their love interest, but it's different for me. I couldn't really care about that shit. Life is business, those who play the game well thrive and those who make a wrong step suffer from it. And although I have lived with this woman for a few days, I still wonder, is marrying this lady part of the game? I was hard bent on ruining her that I didn't think this through thoroughly. My hands are dug in my pocket and I'm in my fancy limited edition tuxedo. That is a question that can't be answered today, or anytime soon. I pulled the curtains down, blocking her from my view and walked around my room. If anything, I'm bored, I answered my question in my head. Toying with women would be my little escape from work and boredom. Till I get tired of her which is bound to
- LORELEI -"My baby girl grew up so fast." Mother said, standing by the side of the door of the back seat of the Uber. I just loaded her boxes back inside. She raised her hand to my face and cups my cheek. I gently close my eyes and let my head rest on her soft, skinny palm wishing for something better. "I wish I could do something. I wish it didn't have to end this way." Mom added. My eyelids slid open and I noticed the tears forming on her face. I pulled her in for a hug. "Don't cry, please mom. If anything, you always helped me. Every step of the way. Having you as my mother and you staying alive for me was the best thing life gave me." I clenched my arms around her body, holding her so tight like I want to merge our skin. I don't want her to worry. Especially not now. I feel terrible for not letting her know about my plan but I did that for her sake. Mother is too fragile and I know Richard isn't treating her well at home. He hasn't said a word to me nor texted nor called since
- 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