"You think too much about her that anything related to her is present in front of you. That feeling of guilt is a frightening specter for you, isn't it?" said Lindsay. Stopping Anthony's footsteps which were already climbing the stairs. I surrender behind this display, if he sees me then I will face him with my best smile."You don't deserve to meet her if she's still alive. Please search this house, if she's there," continued Lindsay again."Then let me stay here," said Anthony. He was starting to lose his mind. What would he expect if he met me? I will never forgive him!"Anthony, you don't belong here. All the relatives who didn't accompany you to the grave will come to your house and express their condolences. Come on, let's sit down and eat bread." Mikey's persuasion turned out to be effective in getting him away from the stairs. There's nothing I can do but sit and wait for him to leave here.Conversation after conversation occurred, what was clear was that they were talking abou
As if it didn't do anything. This morning, I came out of the room and casually walked downstairs. My ears slightly detected a commotion from the kitchen. Mikey and his wife are arguing. I stepped slowly to hear a little of what they were arguing about. "No, I don't like you being on Leah's side. It's only because I cheated on you and you were also the victim that you agreed to this action. Doing something like that is criminal, it cannot be justified according to applicable law." "Yes, according to the law, there will be no justice regarding infidelity. Someone's criminal actions are not reported because they have bought into the law. Law enforcers will remain silent if they are silenced by people in power. She was murder victim, she was murdered, and her family was completely murdered. So it's normal if indeed she was the one who killed the people who had hurt her." I cleared my throat to stop their argument. Mikey glanced at me and asked, "Where were you last night Leah?" Does he
"Miss, Mister would like to speak—" I took my bodyguard's cell phone. My phone is out of power and is charging. I returned to the inn which was in a small alley. A place that is not luxurious and closed. I need another disguise because El will have a grudge and will target me. "Yeah, Nick, what's wrong?" "Aren't you finished there yet?" He must miss me. I also miss teasing him. For me, he is my angel, my guardian. "Tonight is the last, I'll finish everything. Maybe in a week, I'll be home." He coughed and cleared his throat loudly. "Are you sick, Nick?" I asked worriedly. He said yesterday he was hospitalized due to spinal pain. "Um, a little. If you can come home tomorrow, I want to meet you." "For God's sake my best boyfriend. You can make a video call, let's change it, I still have a lot of time—" I persuaded him. He could be heard taking a tired breath."No Leah, no ... I... there's no way I could do that." "Oh, you're afraid of being found out?" I taunted and he fell silen
I didn't feel the pain, when my knees hit the ground hard, when I saw the big house burning before my eyes. I looked at the fire that continued to spread in every corner of the house. Not long after, it covered the entire solid foundation. Thick black smoke from the raging fire billowed into the air in the middle of the night. The cool air did not weaken the fire, its flames continued to eat away at this magnificent building. All my memories with him, both bad and good, have disappeared tonight. My heartache was repaid, but the scars never disappeared. "Leah, you can get up, you want to stay at my house again. Lindsay is waiting for you." I do not know what to say. My tongue suddenly became numb, I couldn't form words. Meanwhile, my legs are too weak to move. Slowly it spread to my body which was no longer able to stand straight, fell, and— "Leah!"*** He's handsome, he's my husband, he's my lover, he's wearing a white shirt, holding out his hand to me. His eyes were sad, he was
Steve took me to Aunt Martha's house. Based on good memory, where is the location of the house? When we arrived, many luxury cars were parked in the large yard. It's not surprising, because Anthony's family is big family and they have more than 2 children. Only Anthony has one younger sibling, who knows where Bastian Kickers is. When I married him, his brother was studying in London. "That's Professor Mikey's car, isn't it?" I asked Steve and he nodded. This means that Mikey was the person who conveyed the news about Anthony's death. I felt a little nervous, as a killer. Even though Anthony is evil, he is part of this big family. They just don't like Natalie, not Anthony. The door to the house was wide open, I dared to knock on the door and a servant greeted me. "Who are you?" "I want to meet Aunt Martha, this is her house." "Grandma Martha?" she said confirming and I nodded my head. "Come on in, they're in the back hall." Steve and I were ushered into a quiet house at the front.
My head still felt heavy, I tried to sit up and lean back, paying attention to my surroundings. This is the room I first saved. Not long after, Steve came bringing food on a tray. "Good morning, you should have breakfast and take your vitamins," he said, sitting next to the bed. "What vitamins Steve?" I asked. "You're pregnant," he answered. I'm pregnant with that bastard's child, oh my God! This is not El's child, but Anthony's child. I pushed the tray and Steve held it. "Whatever happens, never torture someone who is trying to survive and get to know the world." "I don't want it!" I said, throwing back the covers and getting out of bed. Steve grabbed my arm. "You should think about preventing it if you don't want to. Do you also want to kill it, it's innocent!" he snapped. I jerked his hand away and he tried to hold me still and hugged me, I cried and kept crying. "I don't know what to do, I don't want his seed, I don't want it!" For me, Anthony's character and behavior are n
As I promised Nick, after Anthony's business is finished I will come to him. He wanted me to be near him rather than far away from him. Even though I returned to my original place in Geneva. Apart from that, I avoided his kind treatment towards me. All this time I didn't know how his wife felt when she spent a lot of time with me. It could be that his wife doesn't like me. From the airport, I went straight to his house. Arriving in front of the gate I had my whole body checked. This is the first time I visited his house again after decades since the kidnapping. Before coming here, I called him to ask him to meet, but his wife answered my call. She asked me to come to this house. I don't know what happened, I hope they are both fine because I'm not a woman who steals other people's husbands. While I was still being questioned someone came running towards the security area. "She's Miss Leah, no need to check, please come in Miss." "Thank you," I said. I got back into the taxi. The y
He gave me a cup of warm tea. My wet clothes changed into her clothes. Luckily our bodies are not that different so I feel comfortable wearing it. She sat down carrying a small box and handed it to me. "Here, a message from him. And he said, sorry for lying to you all this time." I took the small box and I was surprised to see the contents, which turned out to be my ring which he said was lost when he kidnapped me. No wonder he said yesterday, "I want to create something that can bind the two of us. If I die, you will be sad and hope that I will come back to life, then I will live and it will be just the two of us. Continue like that over and over again until this world is destroyed and we really can't anymore." I think because he knows the reason I came back to life was because of my story. He is very good at lying and hiding facts. "I'm sorry, because I, a person as good as him, was the target of my ex-husband's cruelty. I really didn't mean to harm him, I wanted to go my own way
Steve always hugged Leah possessively throughout the event. They couldn't leave the party before the guests attending the event left. The guests who came were close relatives so they spent a long time chatting with each other. There was no longer any feeling of awkwardness or anxiety in Leah's heart. She felt very loved by her new husband. Even though in reality they are still the same age, Steve is even older than Leah. but Leah still tried to think that Steve wasn't a little boy. So far, she has always been carried away by age when she was still Anthony's wife. When the dance music played, all the guests present looked for their respective partners. "Would you like to dance with me, my wife?" Steve knelt and kissed the back of Leah's hand tenderly. Seeing that everyone clapped for them. Leah blushed, smiled, nodded awkwardly. Her body resigned itself to being pulled by Steve until her chest was pressed against Steve's broad chest. Leah's hands were around Steve's long neck and Stev
"Now kiss your bride." The oath of allegiance has been spoken from our lips. I felt embarrassed when he started to remove the cloth covering my face. He is my husband. A high-ranking police officer is one of the important people in the police force whose identity is very secretive. My eyes didn't blink looking at him who was so handsome, his hands slowly cupped my face and he crushed my lips slowly and very carefully. His soft kiss made me drift away for a few seconds. The sound of applause from the guests present brought a festive impression to this closed wedding. I don't know what the concept was, because he only invited certain closest people and relatives. "I love you, don't be angry," he said softly with a smile after our kiss broke. I wasn't going to be mad at him but thousands of questions ran through my head. He introduced me to the top police officer along with his wife and friends who I saw with him in the photo. After that, the Anthony family hugged me one by one, they
One medium-sized pizza, I finished it alone before arriving at my destination. The journey only takes thirty minutes to a place like a hotel. A very luxurious place of detention if I were to be kidnapped. Someone greeted our arrival, he chatted with the driver and after that, this man turned to me, "Come on honey, come with me," he said, his body language was like a woman, but he was a man because I saw the bulge in the front of his trousers. I walked behind him. Following him, he entered a room filled with white dresses. Wait, what is this? "Um, may I ask, what clothes will I wear?" "Oh dear, you can take a shower first to freshen up because maybe the groom can't wait to say his vows of allegiance. Your gown are already available, you can wear whatever you want, choose whatever you like." Bride? I will marry, but who will be my husband? Meanwhile, Steve could not be contacted. Is he being held by the Anthony family and this is ... me and Pedro's wedding? Why did he go alone withou
Steve left me alone at his house because he was taking care of something he was hiding from me. He shouldn't be able to hide anything from me anymore. While he was away, I searched his entire house. One by one I entered the rooms. All the rooms look ordinary and there is no luxury in them. There was a cupboard filled with old clothes, probably belonging to his parents. I climbed the stairs, and at the top two rooms were facing each other. One room is locked while the other is not. This unlocked room is wider than the room downstairs. Oh yeah, will I sleep in his room later? There is nothing here and it is clean and well maintained. The bed is neatly made and smells good. Again I stood in front of this locked room. My curious soul couldn't be stopped again, I looked for a gap to open this door. Finally, the door opened and I saw a row of pistols neatly lined up. From the smallest to the largest guns. Does he have a collection of items like this, legal or illegal? He is too mysteriou
"Thank you, if you need anything I will help you, Madam," "Just call me Leah, we look the same age, don't we?" I said while hugging her. "Yeah, I'm too embarrassed to call you that because Steve's grandmother said you were the boss's wife," he answered while glancing at Steve. I shook my head. "Oh, not anymore, we're just exes," I confirmed to her. She is a good girl and could be a new friend for me. She is also polite, and able to keep her distance from Steve. Unlike other women who feel close to male friends, they don't care about the man's lover. I haven't declared him a girlfriend yet. But this girl said that you have made up. What are they talking about me? The car started driving again, his gaze was still looking forward then turned to me as he kissed my hand and then stroked it gently with his thumb. "So, what are your plans next?" "Imprisoned Mr. Theo for attempted murder at the hospital." "Whose murder?" "You forget if someone covered your face with a pillow and that w
I took a deep breath, sticking out my tongue to wet my lips which felt numb. Nestled in Steve's large arms, he waited patiently for my answer. "I—" stammered, looking into his dark eyes, I forgot what vocabulary I wanted to put together into a sentence."I don't want you to be stressed, or depressed because of the endless demands. Always asking for proof and you keep covering up the evidence as best you can. Come on, run away from all this, leave everyone who thinks you are evil, and so on. Or, you already love Pedro. You want to marry him?" I saw jealousy in his eyes, but not selfishness. He would want to give in if I asked him to step down and choose Pedro. Am I selfish, if I close my eyes not to care if he already has a girlfriend? Or will I be able to harm him if Pedro wants me later?"How is your lover?" "She's my friend, the one I asked to pretend." My eyes widened and he smiled. He has made me gawk a lot at his quite annoying behavior. Since last night I felt like a miserable
I laughed when he asked for a second chance. While he said he was heartbroken and now has a girlfriend, it will be my question that demands him. "Steve, yesterday your grandmother said you were heartbroken and now you have a girlfriend. Then, after seeing me, you want a second chance. All of that was a big surprise to me." "I need someone to erase you from my brain. An aggressive woman who might make me forget everything." Aggressive woman? "I need to calm myself down so that my life can be normal and not force myself to have you. I still can't. As long as you are still breathing, you are the one I always want. Not your body, I want to protect you, I love you like Mr. Anthony can't give me that to you. I want to be a loyal man like you want." I was silent, watching his serious face. I don't want to interrupt, I just want to judge whether what he said is trustworthy or just a figure of speech. "My father once said, 'I feel sorry for Azalea, that woman is very innocent and loves he
Coming here actually made Steve's grandmother busy, she made my favorite corn soup. While talking about Steve, who she said was heartbroken. Where does she know? Did Steve call her? Usually, grandsons would not say personal things openly. Don't let this woman suddenly hate me because of me if she finds out that I hurt her grandson. "Does he still work for you?" She asked. She handed me the soup that was ready to be served on the dining table. How do I explain all our problems? Since that night, he no longer contacted me. He doesn't have any work at the office so there's no reason for me to communicate with him anymore. "Not anymore grandma, he probably already has a new job," I said, reflexively and brought the soup to the dining table. I can't possibly answer the truth. Dumping a man who has been good to me all this time just because he slept with my enemy. That's how evil a woman is, she can steal the man her friend loves because of his wealth or feel disgusted if the man she's b
I'm not an innocent woman who doesn't know anything about wanting a man to approach me like this. Moreover, his eyes kept looking at my lips. In my mind two sides were colliding, one wanted to immediately feel his lips, and one side wanted me to survive and avoid. "Do you want to feel and differentiate the touch of a young man's lips that are still fresh, not wrinkled," he said, the tips of our lips slightly touching each other. His fresh-smelling breath made me fall asleep, disturbing the calm of my subconscious. I tried to hold on, when the tip of his nose played between mine, rubbing gently. "I've felt kisses from many men, both ordinary, extraordinary, young and old. I'm not curious about how it feels, young man—" I said while gently pushing his chest away from me. But he insisted on going forward, holding my hand which was removing it from his chest. With a quick movement, he grabbed my waist and brought me onto his lap. Oh, God! He even dared to pull the hem of my dress down