"I'm sorry, Ellie! We did all we could. I'm sorry." Lemuel finally finds his voice, and I had to glue my eyes in his to search for any sign of jokes in them. But not even a mad person would crack such a joke. He is serious, and I feel a wreking pain goring through my heart slowly, ripping it into pieces, and leaving them floating in blood. I face-palm my face, feeling the painful clear liquid wash my face. I thought I was brave, but when I feel my legs mercilessly giving up on me, I realize I wasn't, or that this is beyond my strength.Damian helps me to the sit on the swivel again, and I slam down on it.My father is gone? Just like that? But, Lemuel told me all will be fine. That's what Damian told me too. So what in God's name went wrong?I brush some of my tears, peeling my palms off my face, and leave Damian to work on the vast surging tears. Everything seems blurry, but I force my sight on doctor Lemuel."What happened?" I softly whisper between sobs."A sudden heart attack." H
"Thank you." I say to Damian as we saunter inside my room.He has been of so much help today, including going through the trouble of bringing me home."It's nothing. Please lie down and try not to worry." Damian speaks as he guides me to bed.I know what he anticipates. That I will lie down as if nothing happened. But how on earth can I do that?"After what Gracia did back there, and her threats, can you honestly tell me that I have nothing to worry about? That all is well? My dad just died, and they organized his funeral in a flicker?" I retort, curbing my apprehensions and refusing to sit on this bed."Maybe they wanted to intimidate you back there. Maybe...""The charade, maybe. But how did they plan all that in minutes when in fact they weren't even there to know my father passed away?" I ask."Any urge what this could be all about? I noticed that you don't get along with them. I mean, even for Nelly to do what she did, a sister can't do that.""I honestly have no idea, Damian. Al
"Ghosh! Those deep pink lips and the droolsome abs!" That must be Rose, and I turn around to them as Sherry continues the flirtations."Hell! Did you catch a glimpse of those dark orbs? They are as deep as the sea itself. Anyone would want to get trapped in them forever!"Huh! See these... No wonder Grace is looking at them in confusion."Girls? He is taken, remember? He is Ellie's boyfriend! I told you, didn't I?" Grace decides to spank some sense into these two horny bitche's dumb heads. They snap out of their fantasies."And ostensibly ironical" I add, catching their full attention as I continue, "my betrothed fiance whom I ran away from.""What?" The three voices echo together in bewilderment, their jaws dropping to the floor."Unbelievably, yes! I crashed into him on the day I ran away. We became beautiful strangers. Soon enough we couldn't refrain from falling in love. We became a couple-the happiest of all couples in the world, I would say. And four days ago at a dinner with m
I peek at the peaceful faces of my three friends sleeping, and all I can feel is covetousness. I envy how life is just sweet and peaceful for them. They might be struggling with one or two things, but nothing is correlated to this grief I am nursing. All the same, I am indebted to them for being by my side all through my lowest moment- the time that the day turned into night, the darkness dimming the light.I imprint my feet on the scantily frigid floor and stroll to the window, pull the curtains aside, and try to savor the serene warm breeze of the summer. I cast my eyes around the blooming humongous yard, cruising in its beauty for a moment. The tranquillity brought about by the outside breeze is terrifically magic, and the picturesque flowers are irresistibly scenic to my eyes which contradicts my predominant condition. Nothing has been the same since I returned here. It's been one nightmare after another, and the last one, the demise of my father, left me shattered, confused, and
After the long dreadful daring stare challenge, the wicked witches click their heels on the floor and hike out of the house to only the devil knows where. I breath out a sigh and stroll in the direction of the kitchen. My belly is rumbling after that unprecedented edgy morning squabble. The nerve of those witches!"Nanny Sonnia?" I call after entering the kitchen."Yes, madam!" She rushes to me, giving me a slight bow."First of all, don't call me madam unless you want to offend me, is that okay?" I ask."Well, sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. It was my way of honoring my new boss." She responds, and I wave off her humorous explanations."I'm not angry, but I will be if you repeat it again. Miss is okay, and I can make exceptions for just Ellie, most especially since you are my friend." I say, and she smiles."Okay, Miss Ellie. I think that's better. It doesn't make you feel old at least." She teases."That's a bit better." I respond."By the way, my dear, thank you so much for def
"Well, should we wait for him? Or maybe we should go upstairs and leave you lovebirds alone?" Grace teases me after I settle on the seat."Come on guys. It's just a meal we are sharing. Not a bed!" I say."But still, you two have some steamy stuff to talk about so, we will leave you alone." Rose says, and they stand with their plates of food and glasses of juice."I agree. Make sure you tell him how much you still crave for him or else I will do it for you." Sherry says as they start walking away.I guess it will be a romantic breakfast for me and Damian then? Gosh!"Hey! It's too early to blush when the prince charming hasn't even arrived yet."Can they just disappear from my sight? And, my! Why am I nervous over something we have done countless times? Jeez!Before I could take a sip of my fresh juice to calm my freaking nerves down, my phone starts ringing, almost making me leap with anxiety. "Uuuu! He is calling you to pick him up outside. How sweet!"These flirts are still here?
Certificate of marriage between Ellie Marrie Riccaford and Damian Almenda Riccaforte! It's hereby... Wait, hang on right there! Am I even reading correctly? I widen my eyes, glueing them on the document as I re-read the lines again word by word, my heart pounding in my chest.It indeed is a marriage certificate from the office of marital affairs dated on the 24 of February 2022, a month ago from now. And even my signature? I know we did a lot of crazy stuff but not to this extent. What sort of a joke is this?"What the heck is this, Damian ?" I snap at Damian."A marriage certificate. It's the only way out of this." He states.Maybe? Yeah, maybe! If we are married, then it certifies why my father left his shares to Damian, my husband. But how on earth did this happen? How did he plan all this a month ago? Is there something I don't know?"How did this happen? How and when did you come up with this plan of yours?" I ask."After your father's funeral. I figured that this will not be e
I latch my eyes on the satchels laying in my room, and a familiar sense of this tickles the adrenaline. The last time I saw something like this, it was back in Mombasa, in my condominium, and he was moving in with me. It was sweet and incoherent at the same time. I felt like he was rushing things too hastily, yet deep inside I was over the moon with the fact that in a way, he was all mine. I felt like some magic was forcing him on me, yet I could wrap my finger about what it was.Now as we rack before each other in my room like this, his satchels lounging I'm front of us on the floor, it epitomizes the same sight and elicits the same old feeling, only that this time we are compelled by several factors. This is not out of love for each other nor free will. We need to put on a cogent act before everyone and make it seem and feel real. Leaving the castle isn't an option - I simply can't leave the witches here, and I haven't found solid grounds to kick their asses out. So, instead of the