The next morning, I woke up feeling refreshed. For the first time in what felt like ages, I wasn't weighed down by the usual stress and uncertainty that had plagued me for weeks. I blinked a few times, adjusting to the light that poured in through the curtains. The soft rays of the golden sun reflected on my face, warming my skin gently. I yawned deeply as I stretched my arms overhead, feeling the pleasant pull in my muscles. It was a small, ordinary morning stretch, but something about today felt different.For a moment, I lay still, enjoying the sense of calm that enveloped me. It was as if a heavy burden had been lifted from my chest overnight. The usual tightness I felt around my heart, the constant buzz of anxious thoughts, seemed quieter today. It was a rare moment of peace—one that I hadn’t experienced in a while. The world outside my window seemed peaceful too. The birds chirped softly in the distance, their melodies blending with the rustling leaves in the morning breeze. The
I looked at the girl who had just called me a whore. She stood a few feet away, her posture stiff, arms crossed in front of her chest like she had something to prove. She was a bit chubby, the kind of build that suggested she didn’t care much for the gym but also wasn’t shy about who she was. Her hair was a bright, artificial shade of purple, the kind that turned heads whether she wanted the attention or not. The bright color clashed with her skin tone in a way that seemed intentional, as if she wanted to challenge the very idea of beauty itself. Tattoos crawled up her arms—roses, skulls, the occasional random phrase, all mashed together in a chaotic display of rebellion.I stared at her for a few seconds, completely unsure of what to say. I hadn’t even done anything, and yet here I was, being accused. Why did girls like her always assume the worst? I could feel my heart beating a little faster, not from fear, but from frustration. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of silence,
"Chloe!" I exclaimed, my voice trembling as my heart skipped a beat. The sight of her sitting at the edge of the wall, half-dressed and sobbing, nearly tore me apart. Her arms were wrapped tightly around herself as though she was trying to hold herself together, to keep from shattering into pieces. Her skirt was still on, but her shirt had been ripped off, leaving her exposed in a way that made my blood run cold.I took a step closer, feeling my throat tighten as I looked from her to the man standing nearby. His hand clenched a leather belt, and the expression on his face sent chills down my spine. He stood frozen, as if he had been caught mid-act, guilt and panic flashing in his eyes. It seemed as though he had been about to use that belt on Chloe.I could barely think. Fury and fear battled for control inside me. I turned back to Chloe, her small frame shaking as she clung to herself, and in an instant, I ran toward her. My legs moved before I had a chance to process what I was doin
“Well…” Chloe began, her voice trembling as she struggled to continue. “Mr. Dennis has been tormenting me for a while now.” She paused, eyes darting nervously to gauge my reaction before continuing.“Every day when I arrive at school, he summons me to his office.” Her voice grew quieter, almost as if saying the words out loud gave them more weight. “He knows my dad is wealthy, and he uses that against me.”The room seemed to grow heavier with her words, as if the air had thickened with tension. I clenched my fists, barely able to contain my anger. This was unimaginable—how could a teacher abuse his position like this?Chloe’s eyes filled with tears as she looked down at her hands, fidgeting nervously in her lap. “He asks me to give him money every day. And if I don’t bring it, he mistreats me… he beats me.”My heart sank. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. “He beats you?” I repeated, my voice filled with disbelief.She nodded, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. “Yes,” she
Hearing Anna’s words, I considered telling Zach. The thought gnawed at me as I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the wall. I knew what had to be done, but fear tangled itself around my heart like vines tightening with each second.Telling Zach the truth meant breaking a promise, a promise I had made to Chloe. But I had no choice. The silence in my room felt deafening.My fingers twitched, clenching and unclenching as if they could relieve the pressure building inside me. With a determined exhale, I stood up, my legs feeling heavier than usual. Each step toward Zach’s room felt like I was walking into an impending storm.As I walked down the hallway, a fleeting thought crossed my mind: What if I’m making the wrong choice? Before I reached Zach’s door, I paused in front of Chloe’s room. I needed to check on her, if only to reassure myself that breaking my promise wasn’t in vain.I hesitated for a moment, my hand on the doorknob, listening carefully for any sound. Hearing nothing, I
“Zach, promise me you won’t kill Dennis,” I asked, my voice trembling. The weight of what I was asking hung in the air between us, and I felt the knot in my stomach tighten. The room was dimly lit, the golden glow of the lamp casting long shadows on the walls. I stood in front of him, vulnerable, waiting for an answer.Zach didn’t respond immediately. He stared at me, his eyes dark and unreadable. His silence stretched on, and I could hear the distant sound of wind brushing against the window, adding to the tension in the room.“I won’t kill him,” he said, finally breaking the silence. His voice was steady, almost too calm for the anger I knew must have been boiling beneath the surface.Relief flooded through me. My body felt lighter, as though the air had returned to the room. I gave a small nod and stood up, the floor creaking softly beneath my feet as I made my way toward the door. But before I could leave, I paused, turning to look at him one more time.“Zach, please don’t tell Ch
"Please don't… please don't shoot m—"Dennis’s voice trembled as he raised his hands in a feeble attempt to shield himself. His heart raced, pounding so loudly in his ears that he could barely think. The dark alley behind the old warehouse was deathly silent, save for the shallow, desperate breaths coming from him and the ominous clicks of Grey’s gun. Cold sweat trickled down his back as he staggered against the wall, his legs barely able to hold him up.But Grey didn’t care. Before Dennis could finish his plea, the deafening sound of a gunshot rang out, shattering the stillness. The bullet tore through Dennis’s leg, and he crumpled to the ground like a marionette with its strings cut."Ahhh!" Dennis screamed, his voice piercing the night air. His hands instinctively clutched his leg, but the damage was done. Blood gushed between his fingers, soaking the dirt beneath him, pooling at his feet. Pain surged through his body, his muscles tensing uncontrollably as the searing heat from the
The next morning, Audrey woke up slowly, the weight of the previous day’s problems still pressing down on her like a suffocating blanket. Every part of her body felt heavy, as if the emotional burden she carried had seeped into her muscles, making it impossible to shake off the exhaustion. She blinked, her eyes struggling to adjust to the soft light filtering through the curtains. The bed beneath her was warm, almost too comfortable, and she felt the urge to pull the covers over her head and sleep for a few more hours, to escape the reality that awaited her.But no matter how much she wanted to, she knew she couldn’t. There was too much to face, too much unresolved. She sighed deeply, her breath shaky as she gathered the willpower to push herself up.She turned her head slowly to face Chloe. The little girl was still asleep, her small chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, her face peaceful and relaxed. Thank goodness she’s still sleeping, Audrey thought. She really needed it.C
THE NEXT MORNINGI woke feeling refreshed and full of anticipation for the day ahead. The previous night with Zach had been unforgettable—one that would remain etched in my memory forever.Sliding out of bed, I stretched and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. The soft sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow across the room. Once in the bathroom, I began to undress for a shower, savoring the quiet moment of solitude.But the peace didn’t last long.The door creaked open, and Zach stepped in casually, his mischievous smile lighting up his face.“Zach! What are you doing here?” I asked, trying to cover myself with a towel.“I want to take a shower with you,” he said, completely unfazed by my protest.I narrowed my eyes, trying to look stern, but a smile tugged at the corners of my lips. “Really? Now, of all times? You’re one naughty man, Zach.”He grinned, pulling me close by my waist. The warmth of his touch melted my resolve, and soon the rest of the morning became
I walked into the big organization, hoping I would find Zach in his office.Once inside, I headed straight to the counter and found the same rude lady who had called the guard on us the last time.“You,” she said, quickly recognizing me. “What are you doing here? Hope you're not going to cause a scene.”“Shut the fuck up,” I yelled. “I’m here to see my husband, Zach.”The woman chuckled. “Husband? I thought Mr. Zach made it clear last time that he doesn’t have a wife.”I glared at her as my patience wore thin. I could feel the urge to slap her rising within me.“That’s because he didn’t know I was the one coming to see him,” I snapped. “Now, before my patience snaps, tell me: is Mr. Zach in his office? I’m not standing here to explain myself more than I already have.”“Sorry, ma’am, but you can’t see him,” she replied.I heaved a heavy sigh. “And why is that?” I asked, my eyes already turning red with frustration.“It’s because Mr. Zach didn’t come to work.”“What do you mean he hasn’
AUDREY'S POVI was wrongly accused of cheating, and I couldn't do anything to defend myself. My hands trembled as I stood up from my chair, tears stinging my eyes. The room felt suffocating, but my anger gave me strength.I marched up to Frank, my vision blurring with fury, and delivered a hard slap across his face.“How dare you slap my son!” Keira shot up from her seat, her voice shrill and cutting through the tension.But I wasn’t in the mood for her antics. I turned to her, my voice firm and unyielding. “Quiet!”She froze, her eyes widening as she saw the anger burning in mine. I caught a flicker of fear in her gaze before she sat back down.Turning my attention back to Frank, I grabbed his collar, my voice trembling but forceful. “Tell them! Tell them that everything you just said is a lie!”His smirk only fueled my rage, and I slapped him again, harder this time.“You were the one who came to my room last night!” I accused. “You tried to force yourself on me, and when I kicked y
FRANK'S POVAfter Nora had given that beautiful night of pleasure, there was nothing I wouldn’t do for her. The memory lingered in my mind as I left my room, a sense of satisfaction and purpose fueling my steps. I needed more of her.But for now, I had another task to handle. I began heading toward Audrey's room.Once I arrived, I stood outside her door and heaved a heavy sigh. My fist hovered for a moment before I knocked firmly on the door.********Audrey’s night had already been ruined once, thanks to Nora. The bitter memory of being interrupted still burned in her mind. She had finally managed to drift back to sleep when another knock echoed through the room.Groaning, she sat up, her eyes heavy with exhaustion.“I swear, if it’s Nora again, I’ll rip her skull apart,” she muttered, rubbing her temples.Dragging herself out of bed, she made her way to the door, each step fueled by irritation. She yanked the door open, only to freeze.Standing in front of her was Frank—the last per
I stared at her as a smile tugged at the corner of my lips. I began walking, wanting to go inside, but she held me by the neck and pushed me back outside."I said, what do you want, Nora?"She sneered at me again."Nothing much," I replied. "Just came to say congratulations. I heard you're getting married, and I just want to say you better watch your back. There are lots of problems which come to many people on their wedding day. Lots of problems."After speaking, I could see her clenching her jaw in anger, and the satisfaction I had was indescribable."See you later," I said lastly as I turned and began walking away down the hallway. I heard the door slam shut with a heavy thud, and I couldn't help but give a slight chuckle.You don't know what's coming your way, Audrey, I thought. I'm your worst nightmare.While I kept walking down the hallway, I stumbled across a room. Music came coming out from the room—it was loud, and I knew only one person could be this dumb: my pawn, Frank.I
I stared at her, tightening my jaw unintentionally. My anger flared up, but I kept it under control.“Jake, what happened to your house? How come it's on fire? Oh my God, Jake, what are you going to do?” Nora said, her voice filled with panic as she began acting.Her expression changed into a sad one, and tears welled up in her eyes.Wow, this girl is a good actor, I thought. Why didn't she go into the movie industry instead of trying to steal other people's husbands?Jake placed his hands over his head and bent down.“Don’t worry, Jake. Everything will be fine, okay? Just calm down. Calm down, okay?” I reassured him.“No, Audrey,” Jake said. “Everything’s not gonna be okay. That house was handed to me months ago, and here I am hearing it’s been burnt to nothing but ash. Where am I going to stay? How am I going to live, Audrey?”I glanced at Zach. His expression was perfectly composed, but I noticed the subtle twitch of his lips as he tried to hold back laughter. I knew it was because
My brother had told me about a girl he wanted to be his life partner. He said he was going to bring her home so I could meet her, and surprisingly, it was that good-for-nothing Nora.I stood there momentarily shocked. Nora stood there smiling at me, while Jake wore an opulent smile on his face.I clenched my fists as my jaw tightened. I didn't hesitate for a second. I stormed toward her, not caring about Jake's presence or what he would think. I raised my hands and slapped Nora across the face.The slap tilted her face to one side, and she held her cheek."AUDREY! What's wrong with you? Why did you slap Nora?" Jake said as he held Nora tight in his arms."Never mind him," my eyes kept staring at Nora. "So because you couldn't get Zach, you wormed your way into my brother's life?""AUDREY, what are you talking about? Nora is my girlfriend. We've been dating for months now!" Jake said."You don't know this girl, Jake. She's evil, believe me. She tried to create a rift between Zach and m
I walked out of the warehouse soon after Frank and strolled down the road to hail a cab home. I knew my plan was a solid one, and there’d be no room for pitfalls.With each step, a smile tugged at the corner of my lips. A family of fools, I thought. They're so gullible.I saw a taxi approaching and quickly flicked my hand to signal the driver to pull over. As soon as he stopped, I got into the car and closed the door.The rest of the journey was pleasant, filled with thoughts of my plan in motion. Soon enough, the taxi pulled up at the street leading to my house.With deliberate steps, I walked down my street toward my house. Once I reached the front door, I searched my bag for my keys. Surprisingly, I couldn’t find them.“Where could I have put it?” I muttered under my breath.My mind quickly darted back to the warehouse. Shit, I cursed. I had been so focused on my plans that I’d forgotten my keys there.I sighed. “What am I going to do now? Should I spend the night at Jake's?” An id
Frank’s sharp gaze pinned Nora in place as he leaned against the edge of the desk, arms crossed. “Has the plan started?, what do you mean the plan 's started? " A sly smile spread across Nora’s lips. She tilted her head slightly as she took a slow step toward him, the heels of her shoes clicking softly against the tiled floor. “Oh, baby boy, I’ve got two pawns up my sleeve now—oops, sorry, allies.” Her voice dripped with mock sweetness, but her eyes betrayed the cunning behind her words.Frank’s jaw tightened. “I’m not your pawn, Nora,” he said, his voice firm and edged with warning.She blinked innocently, placing a manicured hand over her chest. “Did I say you were my pawn?” she asked, feigning surprise. “It was just a slip of the tongue.”Frank took a step closer, the air between them crackling with unspoken tension. His voice dropped, low and threatening. “I know very well that wasn’t a slip of the tongue, Nora. You meant every word.”For a moment, she faltered, her smile flicker