After several attempts to reach Klaus, all had failed. It was as if he had disappeared into thin air.~Hey are you okay? I've been trying to reach you~ She sent her seventh message to him.Sighing, she stood up and decided to head to campus, hoping she might see him-or maybe one of his friends. The campus was nearly empty, with only a few students roaming around.Morticia's stomach growled, and she thought about getting something to eat first.As she got her burger, she spotted Zara-the girl from the pool the other day-along with the guy she'd met there too."Hi," Zara grinned, revealing braces on her teeth and her short, red-dyed hair. "You're the girl I met at Klaus's place, right?"Morticia cleared her throat, trying to hide her discomfort. "Yeah, I am.""Nice to see you again, swi... what's your name?" Zara asked."Morticia... uh... have you seen Klaus, or do you know where I can find him?" If he was going to keep ignoring her like this, she might go insane, and she wasn't in the
[Years Ago]Morticia, clad in her neat high school uniform, sat in the front corner of the classroom, her attention fixed on her math assignment. A deepening frown creased her brow, revealing the struggle she faced with the work."Hey, Bunnie!" Klaus suddenly appeared before her. His class was on the next floor, yet he never failed to come see her. If he didn't show up, it was usually for a significant reason."Hey," Morticia tried to compose herself. It seemed as if Klaus grew more handsome every day.The girls in her class scoffed, and Morticia felt their hateful glares, but she was used to it by now."What are you doing?" he asked, plopping down beside her and peering curiously at her work."Just trying to solve my math assignment. It usually gives me trouble," Morticia replied with a sigh."It's not that hard," he scoffed, ruffling her hair. Her heart flutters whenever he does that. "Are you getting dumb? I should tell Vince to start feeding you something for the-"Before he could
"...It's not fair!"Klaus stood frozen, struggling to process what she had just said. His lips parted as he searched for words.Was he going to cruelly reject her like he did with Tasha? Morticia braced herself, though deep down, she knew how hard it would be to accept it.Yesterday had felt like they were feeding a bond, bringing her closer to Klaus. She wished he could change... just for her.Was that too much to ask?After a long moment, Klaus moved, taking a step backward, then another. His expression was unreadable-guilt? Concern? Anger? Morticia couldn't tell.She took a deep breath. Right, it was all just a stupid fantasy."Goodbye, Klaus. I don't want to ever see you again," she whispered, turning to leave. She knew he wasn't following her; there was no sound of his footsteps.Klaus's fists clenched at his sides, his chest heaving as the world closed in around him, making it hard to breathe. As Morticia disappeared from view, Klaus finally let her words sink in."...For seven
The room was filled with her personality. A cozy pink bed, books, fashion sketches, and pictures of SpongeBob. That odd little cartoon...He walked farther in, his gaze landing on the bed as he recalled their moments together-how he'd held her close and slept soundly beside her. He rarely slept well, but with her, it was different.He exhaled. He shouldn't be here. As he turned to leave, something dropped behind him. He looked back at the big brown book, open on the floor.He went to pick it up, frowning as he read a line."Dear diary, Klaus hurt me again'He glanced at the book's hard cover. Her diary. Curiosity gnawed at him. What secrets did it hold? No, he shouldn't invade her privacy-she'd warned him herself.He set it down and walked to the threshold. But after a moment, he turned back and picked it up again.He sat on her bed and started reading.Each page only made his eyes grow wider.Ava was starting to doze off when the front door suddenly slammed shut. Her eyes shot open,
Morticia stood still, without a word. The rain washed away her earlier tears as her mind riled from his words. He wanted to be better for her...The words echoed in her mind as Klaus held her close, his head buried in the crook of her neck, both of them getting soaked by the heavy rain."Let go," Morticia whispered, her voice hoarse."I'm sorry," Klaus repeated."I said let go, Klaus," she demanded again, her voice cold. He released her, stepping back to meet her firm gaze. Concern and guilt were written all over his face."What do you think you're doing?" Morticia asked, her tone sharp as Klaus's grip on her shoulders loosened. "Do you really think we can keep going in circles with the arguments, reconciliations, and... flings?""They're not flings," Klaus interrupted."Oh, now they mean something to you?" Morticia shot back, her eyes landing on her diary. She snatched it away from him. "You shouldn't have read it. It's my diary, and I hate that you invaded my privacy," she added, he
Klaus's mind had been elsewhere ever since the lecture started. All he did was stare at the board with his arms folded and his tongue rolling in his mouth.He wasn't in school for the class anyway; he just wanted to see Bunnie.His face looked a bit stressed-he hadn't been able to sleep the night before. His mind was consumed by the fact that he had hurt Morticia and her words from last night lingered painfully."Seven years," he mumbled. He had doubted her when she said it, but reading the diary made his head spin with anger at himself. How could he have been so stupid to hurt her? Not once, not twice, but so many times.Even with that b!tch, Dimitri, who tried to hurt her. "If I were in her place, I would have killed me a long time ago.""But she could have told me," he mumbled again. Tell him? Oh, Klaus, you know who you are. His subconscious whispered.But he wouldn't have rejected her like he had with other girls, right? Bunnie wasn't just any other girl. She was special to him
Vincent's voice was barely audible, enough only to reach the two figures, who had sensed his presence and stopped.Sienna jerked away from President Peter's hold and draped the sheet to cover her nakedness, gaze locked on Vincent, who was struggling to breathe as tears ran freely down his face."Vi...nce," she stuttered, shaking her head. "Vince... I can explain."Vincent didn't seem to hear her. His mind was trying to process what he had done wrong to deserve such a sight-the woman he cherished more than his own existence betraying him so cruelly by cheating on him.The janitor's words echoed in his head.'The CEO is dating a woman he visits once in a while when he's in the country. She mostly covers her face, but I caught a glimpse of it... and that woman looks exactly like the one who visited you two days ago.'Vincent had thought Mr. Will was mistaken, but when Sienna lied about being at home while her location said otherwise, he knew something was up.He prayed he was wrong. He d
Morticia laughed at Klaus's jokes about her childhood in the kitchen, as he reminded her of the time she wanted to be a dancer, thinking that since Vincent had the talent, she did too.She recalled standing in front of the whole family, including her father, and announcing that she wanted to perform. They all tried to hold their laughter, except Klaus, who laughed as if there was no tomorrow. Morticia got upset and started chasing him around the house."I hate you," Morticia muttered as she chopped vegetables."What are you wearing for Vincent's show tomorrow?" Klaus asked, changing the topic."Hmm... it's a surprise," she whispered playfully."The one that's going to show off the shape of your ass and its curves. Please don't wear that," he said, and Morticia gasped, glancing at the entrance to make sure her mother wasn't there, before glaring at Klaus."Are you insane?" she shot him a look."Kind of," he shrugged."Well, that's what I'm going to wear," she decided to play along.Kla
Cassian’s chest heaved, his face reddened with anger as he glanced at the men who had utterly betrayed him. His voice tinged with anger and deperation. “You fools! You think Klaus will treat you right? Klaus isn’t even a Moore!”“But my husband led the clan in defeating their greatest enemy," Morticia glared sharply, her voice cold. "While you hid and cowered in fear,” Cassian gritted his teeth in anger, but that anger quickly turned to fear the moment the door opened. A lifeless body fell at the threshold making Cassian gulped in fear, and Klaus stepped in, blood staining his face and black suit, making him look like a handsome devil emerging straight from hell.Cassian trembled as Klaus approached with light yet powerful steps, an instinctive fear making him shift back. Sweat pooled his body.Klaus’s strong arm wrapped possessively around Morticia’s waist, while his other hand gripped a gun aimed directly at Cassian’s forehead.“Wait! Wait! Are you really going to kill me? I’m one
Cassian's face quickly twisted from an amused one into a panicked one. “How the hell did he find us?” They must have underestimated Klaus. How did Klaus even know they were after him?Drake’s jaw clenched. “I'll head out to stop him.” He grabbed his gun and stepped out of the room with some men.Cassian, however, swiftly pulled out his gun and pointed it at Morticia’s forehead. He chuckled.“What makes him think I won't kill you before he gets here?” Cassian asked with a smirk. He clicked on his gun, ready to shoot, but Morticia showed no fear; Cassian knew she was only acting tough.“Ending you right here will solve everything and bring everything back together. If you die, Klaus will forget all about you and marry my daughter.”Cassian crooked his neck. “That’s how he is; he doesn't give a fuck about anyone. Even you. You're just a worthless whore he'll soon throw away. So I'll do you the favor by driving this bullet into your forehead.”“Oh, little man. Our bond is way stronger tha
As Rhea told Morticia the whole story about Valerie’s uncle, Morticia felt anger and worry rising in her chest.The urge to find the man named Drake triggered her.“He said that bastard is in town. Definitely has a motive… a dangerous one, I presume,” Rhea sighed. “Val asked me not to tell anyone… but I think you already know the reason why I'm telling you.”Morticia nodded, knowing what Rhea meant. “Sure, that bastard needs to be caught. How dare he return after all he did and still have the guts to appear at Nana's funeral?”“I know, right? I wish I could break both of his legs!” Rhea's jaw clenched, and Morticia gave her an assuring squeeze.“It's okay… we’ll find him.”****“Drake Grayson,” Klaus's jaw clenched. “I know that bastard.”“You do?” Morticia asked, a slight hint of hope lacing her voice. If Klaus knows him, then they can have their revenge for what he did to Valerie.“Yes. And as a matter of fact… he is after me,” Klaus said, his voice devoid of panic. He looked as tho
Rhea didn't realize the tears that slipped down her face, running down her own cheek. Never had she thought Valerie could face such cruelty from her own relative—someone she had once trusted.Why do trusted people seem to hurt her? Even her only sister and her first love did, cheating on her on her birthday.“Oh… Val,” Rhea whispered.“I was nine.” Valerie's jaw was gritted so hard that her teeth sent a signal of aching. “No one seems to believe me since there was no proof to support my claim, and I had spoken up too late,” Valerie whispered, her voice slightly heavy with emotion. “Nana wasn't around. It was just my sister who tried to fight for me.”“She tried to get to the root of the matter, wanting to run a test on me, but… the police never listened…”Rhea’s jaw clenched. “They must be insane. How could they dismiss you like that? How could they turn their backs on a child?” she whispered, her voice trembling with anger and sorrow.Valerie let out a bitter laugh, the sound devoid
Rhea returned home a bit early from work. Setting her coat aside, she stepped further into the room. Her eyes searched for Valerie. Was she not home yet?“Val?” Rhea called out gently, deciding to check their room. Getting there, she hesitated but pushed the thought aside. She opened the door, and there was Valerie, sitting on the bed, her back bent, her face cradled in her palms, and her elbows resting on her knees. She seemed lost in thought, a million miles away.Rhea stepped forward, her steps light and careful. Sadness swept across her features.“Val,” she called lightly, but Valerie remained unmoved, still drowning in her thoughts.Sighing, Rhea stepped closer and touched Valerie's shoulder.Valerie seemed to snap out of her trance, her gaze shooting up to meet Rhea's. “Rhea!”She stood up to face her and took a deep breath, clearing her throat and masking the sadness that Rhea had glimpsed for a fleeting moment.“Hey… uh, you got off work quite early. How are you doing?” Valer
Klaus chuckled, a low sound that felt like music to her ears. He pressed a swift kiss to her cheek.“Go freshen up. Breakfast will be ready soon,” he said, pulling away.Morticia noticed the restraint in his retreat. She would have loved to tease him more, but her body ached, though she tried to deny it.Back in the room, she entered the bathroom, opting for a warm bath since it was quite cold outside. The weather was relaxing, and she could already imagine using the chill as an excuse to have Klaus wrap his strong arms around her and talk for hours.She wished this honeymoon would never end.After her bath, she stared at her reflection. Love marks adorned her delicate skin, reminders of their passion.Geez, Morticia, enough with the thoughts about him.But no, there was no stopping them. Klaus was her husband now. Hers forever. She imagined their future—children, boys or girls, whatever God blessed them with. She pictured herself and Klaus parenting together, telling stories to their
In the cold hall, Drake weaved his way through. His shoulders were squared, his eyes serious, and his expression cold as ice. At the end of the hall stood three guards, securing a room.Drake gave them a nod, and one of the guards knocked on the door, announcing his presence. Upon receiving permission, the guards opened the door, letting Drake step inside.The room was large and imposing, with dark walls. In the middle of the room was a king-sized bed, where a man lay surrounded by three women, their hands and lips shamelessly exploring him.“What is it, Drake?” Cassian Moore raised his gaze to Drake, his calloused hand squeezing the ass of the woman straddling him. “Care to join before discussing whatever it is that’s on your mind?”“It’s about the new Don,” Drake said, his tone cautious. “He just got married.”Cassian’s brow furrowed as he sat up abruptly. “Klaus Barnard got married?” he questioned, disbelief sharpening his voice.“Yes. He tried to keep it a secret. His wife’s name
Work continued as usual, with Morticia's team chatting about how much they would miss this office compared to their own. They spoke about the treats, the atmosphere, and the facilities.But Morticia's fingers kept tapping on her desk, her mind drifting.She sighed. "What the hell is wrong with me? I should be patient, right?"She leaned back in her sleek black chair. "Is he bored of me?""Is something troubling you, Miss Addams?" Lisa asked.Morticia snapped out of her trance. "No, there's nothing wrong.""Don't worry about the project. We did an awesome job," Nolan reassured her.Morticia forced a smile and tried her best to focus on her work.--By evening, Morticia got out of a cab, paid the driver, and shut the door. She checked Klaus's message again and sighed.~Meet me at our spot. 8pm, don't be late~Her gaze shifted to the small beach ahead. "What could he be planning?"As she walked further, her eyes caught sight of a transparent tent. Approaching it, her heart warmed at the
The sun settled on Morticia's face, stirring her awake from sleep.She moaned softly, shifting in the soft bed. Her head bumped into a firm chest, prompting her eyes to flutter open and meet a pair of beautiful metallic eyes."Good morning, love," Klaus greeted in a sweet, deep voice that made her blush and smile."How long have you been staring at me?" she asked, her voice tiny, like a little child.She recalled last night's activities, and heat crept onto her cheeks. She quickly covered her face with the duvet."Shy?" Klaus chuckled, pulling the duvet away, but she covered her face again. "You're damn cute."He tugged the duvet away again, pinning it down this time so she couldn't hide. He leaned down to kiss her.Morticia smiled brightly. "Is this real?" she whispered.Klaus didn't reply. Instead, he leaned down and kissed her again, nibbling her lips gently to let her know it wasn't a dream.He was really here with her. She wasn't the cold, distant woman she had been since his ret