“She doesn’t like me,” Winnie said to Cassius who was sitting next to her on the couch. It was the last day of the year and they were watching a movie. She placed her hand on his while resting her head on his shoulder. “Say something, Cassius.” "Hmm..." Cassius stared at the screen absentmindedly. He was lost in his own world.“Say something.” “Everything is going to be okay.” He sighed heavily and looked at her, giving her a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Don’t worry I’ll handle everything and I’ll try to talk to them.” “But they disowned you,” Winnie said quietly, looking into his sad eyes. Cassius was upset and he looked like he hadn’t slept for days. He had dark circles under his eyes, his skin looked lifeless, his hair messy and his suit disorganized. Seeing Cassius in that condition Winnie was feeling bad for him. She wanted to do something to make him feel better but she didn’t know what to do. “I’m sorry.” “They’re family, they can’t do that to me. They have no c
“The spacious living room has a crackling fireplace that gives the place a cozy feel,” the old man said. Luther and Noelle visited their new house which was far from the city and located outside of the city. After searching for one week he found a property that would be safe for his wife and child. His goal was to find a house where nobody recognized them. “Follow me…” The old man gave them a warm smile before leading them upstairs. “It has two floors. The first floor has three rooms and one balcony and the third floor has two rooms and one secret room.” “Secret room?” Noelle raised her brows in confusion. “Your husband wants a house that has a secret room which means a safe room. Let me show you.” He led them upstairs and entered the second room. They stood in front of the ceiling-to-floor mirror. “Here it is.” He stepped up to it and clicked codes before the mirror whirled around and revealed a white room. “Come on in.” They stepped inside, looking at white walls and dark ceili
Winnie was sleeping soundlessly when someone appeared in her room. He was wearing a black hoodie with a skull mask and staring at her. He stepped closer to her and didn’t take his eyes off her. “Winnie…” He whispered slowly and sweetly but she didn’t respond. “Winnie, sweetheart,” he said with a sneer. “Cassius, I’m sleepy,” Winnie groaned, turning to another side. A second later her snores were audible. The man smiled sinisterly, stepping toward her bed. Her white smooth skin was highlighted by the nightdress she was wearing. His hands were itching to touch her soft skin. He sat on the bed, the mattress dipping due to his weight. He leaned forward, moving his mouth near her ears. “Winnie, darling, it’s me…” And suddenly Winnie bolted upright, her eyes wide open to see an unfamiliar man on her bed. “Who…?” She gasped, pushing her body away from him. “Who are you?” “Don’t you remember me, darling?” The man laughed, moving closer to her. “How could you do this to me, baby? You’re re
Winnie could hear muffled voices in the background as she tried to open her eyes but it was hurting her. It hurt to move her jaw, hands, and legs. She felt like someone had just beaten the shit out of her. Slowly she opened her eyes, seeing blurry pictures of people surrounding her bed. The first person she saw was Cassius who was arguing with the doctor. He looked angry, upset, and shaken. It took her a minute to notice he was also injured. His one hand was plastered and he had bandages on his head. “I need to call my family you shithead!” Cassius cursed, grinding his teeth as hard as he could. His muscles tickled with burning fury. “I need to call them…” “Cassius…” Winnie mumbled. Cassius shot his eyes at her, rushing towards her. “Jesus, are you awake?" Cassius sighed in relief and held Winnie’s fragile hand. “I thought I lost you..." He shook his head, releasing a long despairing sigh. “What happened?” Winnie said in confusion, looking around. “What’s going on here?” “I don’t
Winnie stepped into the new house, looking around at the beautiful interior design and smelling the fresh painted walls. The furniture was traditional and new. The walls of the stairway were decorated with old art pieces and a family photo hung in the middle. With high-tech kitchen appliances, the kitchen was spacious and cosy. The living room was quiet and warm with a large sofa set and a rounded table in the living room. Just above the fireplace, she examined a picture of a beautiful lady hanging just above a fireplace. Scanning the frame of the lady she stepped closer to it. There was a little man standing next to a toddler who was grinning widely in the photograph. She instantly recognized that boy. It was Luther around ten or twelve years old with his little brother Cassius. She had never realised until she saw that frame how much the age difference between Luther and Cassius was. “Your room is ready,” Noelle announced, startling Winnie. Winnie slapped her hand against her che
Noelle stepped into the mansion slowly, scanning the hall. The house seemed strangely silent and dangerous. She could feel the heaviness of his dark aura. She could sense he was furious. She could feel his gloomy mood even though he was not there. She glanced at the screen of her phone and only found thirty-seven missed calls from her husband. She was unable to receive his call because she forgot her cell phone in the car. Walking into the kitchen she gulped down a glass of water all at once and tried to stop herself from trembling. She didn’t know why she felt scared of her husband. Luther would never hurt her. The only mistake she had made was leaving Xavier with his nanny. Though Xavier had his nanny, he would not get the same comfort as his mother. Noelle looked at her phone’s screen and read the text from Luther. I FOUND XAVIER CRYING AND SCARED IN HIS ROOM! That message was from last night, 10 hours ago. “When did you come?” Noelle was startled when she heard Luther’s dangero
“How are you feeling now?” Cassius asked Winnie as he helped her to sit against the hospital bed. She let out a sharp breath and gave him a shaky smile. “Much better…” She placed her hand on her tummy. “I was scared as hell.” “I knew…” Cassius placed his hand on her hand, giving her an assuring smile. “Everything is going to be okay. We’ll get through it, Winnie. You just need rest. Now, you’ll promise me that you’ll take proper care of yourself when I'm not there for you. Promise me.” Cassius held out his hand in front of her, nodding her toward his empty palm. “I promise you, Cassius.” She smiled as tears rolled from her eyes. “How could you be so kind to me, how?” “I love you and I can do anything for you.” “The feeling is mutual,” Winnie said while lying her head on his chest. Cassius started caressing her head, inhaling her feminine scent. “Where is Noelle?” Winnie asked with frowned brows. “She’s home.” “Does Luther get mad at her?” “I guess yes.” Cassius sighed deeply. “
“What happened to your face?” Winnie asked when she saw her husband’s wounded face. “Oh my god! Did Luther do that to you?” she gasped, examining his face. “You need treatment, Cassius.” “I know and I’m fine,” Cassius said sadly, sitting on the stool next to her bed. He fixed his eyes on his joined hands as he tried to process everything in his head that happened an hour ago. He still couldn’t erase the broken look on his brother’s face. How could Luther think that he could do that to his wife? “Shit!” He grabbed his head in his hands, sighing heavily. “I just messed things up, Winnie.” “What’s wrong, Cassius? You’re just scaring me, please tell me what happened.” Cassius looked at his wife, licking his dry lips as he felt his racing heartbeat under his chest. He didn't want to tell her that he had to tell her. “Please don’t get me wrong, Winnie.” He inhaled a long breath before continuing. “After leaving the hospital I drove straight, to Luther's mansion and went straight to his