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
Before I returned to Geneva, I visited the place of my second wedding with the same man, Anthony. There is still a slight sense of trauma and shadows of the intimacy we once experienced.My footsteps became heavier when there was a pair of people who also had a wedding similar to mine. The difference was, there were their friends who cheered when they were declared husband and wife.I sat in the back seat from afar I saw the shine of the ring the bride was wearing, "Blood crystal," I murmured "Yes, like you," said someone next to me, a little far away but I could hear his voice. He was the same person who gave me the code and told me that I would die and come back to life."You're still alive," I said seeing him still the same as before. His face still looks young even though I can't see all of it."How does it feel to be alive again?""Why are you here, didn't you give them a warning about the ring?""For what? Because one of them is unfaithful. The ring doesn't work for them.""How
My body spun violently and fell on the table in a bent position. My face hit the table very hard, while the back of my neck was gripped tightly by his strong fingers. "You have no right to property that is not yours because you are nothing. Even if you sleep with my father, bitch!"I struggled hard and turned around and my foot kicked right into his leg bone. He screamed and cursed at me, his legs thrown back while groaning in pain."Do you know me, look at me!" I said looking at him who blinked several times."Oh, you're not Edel?" he asked with a confused expression. But then I imitated Edel's voice, the first time I met him. His jaw was clenched and hatred was visible in his twinkling, angry eyes."You tricked us, you—""Your parents were murderers and what did you say earlier, your property? You don't have property, you are not considered to be in your father's extended family. Your mother was never recognized as part of their family. This is my company that your father seized and
It took an hour for the nervous system of my brain and body to normalize before attending the shareholders' meeting. Because the biggest meeting room was on the ground floor, I had to wander through several divisions.I walked followed by Steve from behind who was carrying several files regarding the largest share ownership and also the greatest power in managing the company."Miss Leah, welcome." said those who passed me. How does he know my name? I turned to Steve and he shook his head.When we entered the meeting room, there were already several participants present and all of them were men. They were surprised to look at me, almost all of them I knew them."Welcome sir.""Mrs Kickers, Leah. Is this you, are you still alive?"General questions for those who have known me for a long time. It's not surprising that they might not believe it until they take off the thick glasses that frame their old eyes. They were all seniors, much older than Anthony.All the crimes that Natalie commi
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