ISABEL. "Please accept my apologies for the disturbance," Eric said, his phone nestled back on the table after he'd turned to face forward. He then elegantly extracted the seat. "No worries at all. Let's pick up where we left off," I responded with an assuring smile. Settling back into his seat. "Ah yes, about your culinary skills. Do you enjoy cooking as much as you're good at it?" He inquired, his curiosity piqued by my earlier assertion. I nodded, "Sure, I do cook but I didn't have the opportunity to cook at my stepfather's house. We had a cook and a cleaner, they did nearly everything at home." "That's understandable," Eric replied with a nod of acknowledgment. "Having dedicated staff to handle household tasks must have allowed you to focus on other activities. However, I take it you still enjoyed cooking even if you didn't do it regularly?" He continued with interest. The conversation stirred up memories of my family and the unexpected pregnancy, evoking a mix of emotions
MAVIS "This is undoubtedly the best inn available within the vicinity," The driver opined with confidence after driving through the hotel's entrance. "The premise has exceptional amenities and facilities, designed to cater to your every need, ensuring the utmost comfort during your stay." "I don't intend to stay here longer than 12 hours. When should I expect your pick-up tomorrow for my departure to the airport?" I inquired. "At your convenience, sir. I am available to take you whenever you desire," the driver replied. "Good night, sir." He finished "Good night," I got my stuff and stepped out of the car. I made my way toward the hotel, but just as I was about to enter, I unexpectedly spotted Jackson's girlfriend, who was descending the stairs wearing a delicate nightgown. In a moment of panic, I sought to evade the unwanted encounter, desperate to avoid her gaze and remain unseen. As I felt a soft hand rest upon my shoulder, it became clear that the lady had already
MAVIS I sprung to my feet at once, "Trust me, I've just forgiven you for nothing obviously. We're now good friends again but you see, I can't reveal that to you." I shook my head, "Let's focus on helping me get to Isabel, okay?" Jackson's gaze hardened as he gave off a scathing remark: "You are delving deeper into a treacherous game, Mavis, one that will undoubtedly end in your ruin. You may think you are immune to the danger, but make no mistake, vengeance will consume you if you continue on this path." "Jack?" He ignored my call and continued, "Let's be clear, your newfound 'friendship' is a sham. That lady is no ally, but a snake in the grass, waiting to strike. Don't deceive yourself into believing her intentions are anything but self-serving." Rooted to the spot, his words echoed in my mind with the weight of a sledgehammer. Every fiber of my being was frozen in place, paralyzed by the revelation that struck me. I stood there powerless and unable to move or face him. He
ISABEL In the morning, Eric's knock on my door woke me up. I rose, securing the door partially open with my body, greeting him with a warm, "Good morning!" My right hand hovered over my face to put out the sun's rays. His response was equally friendly, "Good morning. I'm off to work, but I wanted to leave you with these. I woke up early to make these sandwiches, and I hope you enjoy them." His thoughtful gesture caught me by surprise, and I found myself extending my arm to accept the generous offering, thanking him profusely. "Oh, I absolutely adore sandwiches," I gushed enthusiastically. "This is such a thoughtful gesture, Eric. Thank you so much!" Grinning ear to ear, Eric nodded, replying, "I'm glad you like them! I had no idea you loved sandwiches this much, but I'm happy to make them for you any time." His smile remained as he replied, "When do you have to leave for work?" He asked with his gaze remaining on me. "Well, I'm actually in the process of starting a
ISABEL "Can that possibly lead anyone of his friends to steal his identity card?" "Anything is possible, since there's no footage to reveal the identity of the thief, then, it must be a friend or anyone he keeps close contact with maybe to hurt him." "I agree, the fact that the securities are strict about visitors implies that this must be someone familiar. Hopefully, he can locate the missing item." "Indeed, let's keep our fingers crossed." "Okay, my wife is now out of the bathroom. You may go ahead and speak with her." "Hello there, Darling. It seems like it's been ages since we last heard from you." Mom's question stirred a feeling of irresponsibility in my path. I only wanted to put my past behind me. Calling Mom occasionally would always bring back the thought of Mavis because she wouldn't end her talking without telling me about everyone at home and how they were doing. "I'm sorry, Mom. I promise you're always in my thoughts." "We miss you, sweetie. Now, why ha
Third Person POV Bennett knew where to find Estelle. She was spending time with different men at the hotel. She sat with them at the table and made Merry until Bennett walked up to their table. The faces of the men weren't familiar and she didn't pay attention to them, her major focus was on Estelle. "Hi, everyone." She greeted those who sat around the table with Estelle and they responded. "Hi, Bennett. I wasn't expecting you here, you should have called, what a surprise!" Estelle said, feeling ashamed of herself as she got up and acted as though she didn't mean to be seen there. Estelle got up and led Bennett away from the men to attend to Bennett. "I came to your flat, your closest neighbor suggested I check you out in any of the nearby hotels," Bennett said calmly. "Oops, I'm lodging here for now." She pointed towards the hotel. "You mind coming with me? "No, we should go to your house instead. I have something for you, you'll like it." "I didn't want to go hom
Third Person POV Her curiosity piqued, and she peered into the phone one more time to confirm what she had seen."Estelle?"Estelle looked up, with pleading eyes, "Yes?""Did you and Isabel have a fight before?"She shook her head lazily, knowing why she asked the question. "And Jackson, did you both fight before the party?"She shook her head rather. "You are wicked, you deserve to die a terrible death for putting both Jackson and Mavis at war with each other. You equally framed Isabel, you'll pay for it. You must pay heavily for it. I'm not letting you be until you have paid for this mess.""They are step-siblings, why should they be in love with each other? You are supporting them to betray their pare..."Estelle didn't land when she received another agonizing slap that nearly blinded her. "How dare you slap me again?" She made to ride but Bennett pushed her down effortlessly with her feet. "That's because that's the only thing you need at the moment, it'll correct some of your
Third Person POV Abandoning her task, Isabel hastily swiped her hands against the nearest towel, and made her way through the back door without a second thought. Upon reaching the back door, Isabel pulled the door and found Eric standing there on the stairs. Her suspicions were confirmed as she warmly exclaimed, "Hi, Eric. I knew it would be you."Eric responded with a smile, "Hey, Isabel. Just got back from work. How are you doing?""I'm doing great, actually," She replied. "Just whipping up something to eat."Her smile was warm and inviting as she motioned to the room, "Oh, the delectable aroma has filled every corner of this space, hasn't it? Please, come in and make yourself comfortable while I finish preparing this meal. I do ask for your patience as I complete the cooking process." She led him into the house through her kitchen door. They appeared in the living room, where she offered him a seat, "Please, Eric, relax and make yourself at home."Reaching out for a remote contr