- 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 checked the time on my watch. My guests have arrived but my bride hasn't. I know women take time getting ready but what could she possibly be doing that takes this long?It's Lorelei, I thought. That made me scoff. Of course. I almost forgot. The woman in question being Lorelei is more than enough reason to explain this situation. Even if it normally takes her ten minutes to get dressed, which I doubt, Lorelei would make it an hour. Anything to keep me waiting for so long and probably pissed or agitated. A grin formed on my lips. She hates me that much and for a sick reason, I love that she does. I glanced around the hall once more and took a deep breath in. "This is the first time the almighty Ace is caught waiting." A voice trailed from behind me, causing me to turn. It's Isabel. I smiled. "I'm surprised you're here." I said, returning my gaze to the altar where the priest is. "Because of a maniac bride in distress about her wedding? Nah, that wouldn't get rid of me t
- LORELEI -I barely managed to get out of their sight, but I'm glad I worked my way around it. "Thank you!" I said to the man who picked me up from the restaurant where we planned to meet. It's Alexa's driver. I didn't fill her in on anything but requested a driver. She sure is one to deliver very quickly. He waved and drove away. I took a deep breath in to calm my nerves. I wish I told Alex to get me some clothes to change into. Because right now, I look like a runaway bride and if Ace has noticed that I'm gone, it won't be long till he finds me. And if by chance his connection leads him here, I'll be easy to locate because of this damn dress that I can't get rid of. I rolled my eyes and rushed in. I need to find mom. Then I need to call Leo. If he's not on a plane, I thought, examining everywhere, looking for my mother. I think he should've landed over an hour ago. He's just here to pick me. I squatted and reached my hand under my dress to unite my phone from my thighs. I looke
- ACE -A scoff slipped out of my lips the moment I stepped into my car. The driver's seat slid open then close when Marco entered a few minutes after I did. He started the engine and waited for a bit. I stared out of the window, leaning my elbow on the car door. My fingers are folded in front of my lips. Lorelei walked by my car, escorted by six men. I scoffed. The more I see her, the angrier I get. "Drive." I said to Marco without looking forward to face him. He didn't say a word but the car started moving. I took a deep breath in then exhaled. A chuckle forced its way out of my lips. I'm laughing at the frustration I feel running through every limb in my body.Did she actually think she could run away? I thought, still looking out of the window. Did she think I wouldn't find her wherever she goes in this world? I rested my back on the back seat and sighed. That's an insult, even for me. "I got this from her while leading her out, Mister Ace." Marco said and stretched his hand b
- LORELEI - I feel sick. The feeling of being let down again despite my efforts makes my heart crumble over and over again. I stared at both my sides and sighed. sat beside me are two men, Ace's bodyguards. To describe how I feel as uncomfortable is an understatement but I'd rather be here than alone with him in his car. My throat tightened. In my everyday life, I always have a plan b because I always expect disappointment from anyone and everything. But not from Leo.... Definitely never has the thought crossed my mind that one day, the man I love the most would leave me shattered this way. I sniffed. I can't afford to cry in a car filled with strangers. They literally don't give a shit about how I feel as long as they follow their boss' orders and get paid, they'll do their job, irrespective of who gets hurt in the process. I took a deep breath in then out, fanning my face. It may sound weird right now, but I don't want to ruin my makeup.
- LORELEI -Normally, a girl's father walks her down the aisle. Mine's not here. In fact, I'm so glad the person who sold me isn't here, it would've made my day sour than it already is. I held the white roses bouquet in my head as I walked down the aisle alone. I'm not happy, so I won't even pretend to smile. Still keeping my face straight, my eyes wandered to my left. Then to my right. Amongst everyone sitting in the crowd today, I know not one of them. Even if this isn't the kind of wedding I dreamed of nor wanted, the least he could do was let me invite a few people. But you weren't planning on staying, I thought to myself and sighed. It's true, I wasn't. If he offered the idea to me then, I would've obviously declined because I never thought I'll be here. My jaw tightened and I blinked profusely, trying to keep my years from falling down my face. I can't cry. Even if I want to, not now. Not when reporters are all over the place. I don't even want to think about the things he'
- LORELEI - I finally got home. I want to o puke so badly but I can't. I ran to my room to get this dumb ass gown off. I struggled to get my hands to reach my zip. Despite the initial frustration I feel, this just needed to add to it. I groaned. "Claire?! Get your ass here!" I yelled at the tip of my voice, still trying to get my fingers to at least touch the zip. It's hopeless. My brows creased when no one walked into my room after I called and it hasn't even been a minute. I feel irritated and everything gets on my nerves. If I stay so long with someone, I think my bad habit will impose my mood on them which I don't want unless it's Ace. "Claire?! I don't want to call you twice." I yelled again and sneered. The wedding got me pissed. The food was not to my liking although it tasted so good and was literally the best thing I have had in my entire life. The guests were shitty, but I think I would've enjoyed the event if my head wasn't already carried away with the plan I had which
- 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