..."Why is everywhere empty!" I heard a loud voice say, I needed no seer to tell me it was Greg."Oh," he said approaching us in the kitchen, I tried telling him to leave with my eyes but he came straight to see what I was dishing us."Hi," I watched as she said to him with a shy smile."Oh hello dear" he replied to her with his silly flirty smile "See who we have here, now I see why everywhere was empty, not a single staff," he said giving me a knowing smile, Greg never knows when to just take a hint, "Thank goodness I came I almost went straight to the place but had a second thought that I promised to bring you along, thank goodness I met food, you know I don't trust their palate," he said giving himself a seat beside her as she had her whole attention on him.Just like the many other difference in her now, I know for a fact Greg said she hated his guts in the past and would pretend not to see him, I didn't like a single thing about her in the past but I do wish she pretends like
(Demetria's POV)As We stepped into the open setting, a breathtaking scene unfolded before my eyes. It screamed luxury in every possible way. The grandeur of the place was overwhelming, and I couldn't help but be captivated immediately, this wasn't what I had in mind when Greg explained everything, maybe this is how the affluent hang out.The landscape stretched out before me, a vast expanse of lush greenery and rolling hills that seemed to go on forever. The grass was perfectly manicured, each blade standing at attention as if in tribute to its impeccable surroundings. In the distance, I could see the shimmering waters of a crystal-clear lake, reflecting the golden rays of the sun like a mirror.Beside the Lake, I could see from my distance, majestic and fine horses tied under a shelter, I guess they ride horses too, I mean the field is large enough.The air was infused with a sweet floral fragrance, carried by a gentle breeze that brushed against my skin as if whispering secrets of
(Raffaele's POV)I watched from the corner of the room as Demetria danced and laughed with Antonio, my cousin's brother, and Greg, my best friend. It was a bittersweet sight that stirred conflicting emotions within me.Demetria, with her graceful movements and radiant smile, captivated everyone around her. Her presence illuminated the room, and her laughter combined with the music playing in the background. As I observed her twirling and swaying to the rhythm, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of joy and jealousy. In the sense she seems to be in a light spirit and I am not the one beside her.Antonio has always been the charismatic one. His charm and magnetic personality attracted people effortlessly. Seeing him and Demetria together, sharing intimate moments on the dance floor, made me realize how easily he could steal hearts, even unintentionally. A pang of envy washed over me as I observed their chemistry, their connection that seemed to transcend words. Never in my wildest thoug
(Demetria's POV)I slowly opened my eyes, wincing as a sliver of sunlight pierced through the curtains and seared into my heavy head. The throbbing ache resonated deep within, reminding me of the indulgence from the night before. My mouth felt like a desert, dry as if I had swallowed a handful of sand. The room spun around me, a disorienting dance that matched the chaotic rhythm of my pounding heartbeat.Dragging myself into a sitting position, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. The cold Tiled floor sent a shiver up my spine, grounding me in the harsh reality of my current state. I groaned in a feeble attempt to release the pressure building within my skull. The stale scent of alcohol lingered in the air, a reminder of the reckless abandon I had embraced mere hours ago.I stumbled towards the bathroom, my unsteady gait reminiscent of a sailor lost at sea. The mirror reflected a ghostly figure, disheveled hair clinging to my sweat-drenched forehead. My bloodshot eyes stared back
...(Narrator's POV)Perched on the ridge of an emerald-hued hill, soaked in golden sunlight, stood an architectural amazement that redefined opulence. The super luxurious mansion, a symphony of stunning craftsmanship and grandeur, commanded attention from every angle. Its immaculate façade, adorned with complicated carvings and shimmering glass, beckoned visitors into a world of unabashed luxury.One would say it draws them in.Approaching the mansion along a winding cobblestone driveway, guests were greeted by immaculately manicured gardens that seemed to stretch to the horizon. Towering palm trees swayed gently in the breeze, casting dappled shadows on the velvety lawns. Colorful blooms added bursts of vibrant hues to the landscape, enchanting the senses with their sweet fragrance.As the grand double doors swung open, revealing a cavernous entryway, an air of refined elegance permeated the atmosphere. A sparkling chandelier, resplendent with a thousand glistening crystals, bathed
(Demetria's POV)My question was left unanswered, I didn't know my question requires deep thinking, I just wanted to know what I did, but he seems to be thinking deeply about it."Are you truly not the Demetria I used to know?" he asked my tongue dried up immediately, panicking I tried to organize my answer and discomfort, where on earth is that question coming from?"What sort of question is that?" I said my lack of confidence and obvious discomfort indeed made my effort look suspicious."You don't have to hide it from me, even if I were to tell anybody, nobody would believe me would they?" He said passing a cup of Tea and toasted bread to me.I immediately stuffed my mouth with bread ignoring his words, he sat down exactly opposite me as if waiting for me to be done so he can go ahead and question me."There is no possibility of that being true, I am not from another dimension, there is only one reality," I said sipping from the Cup of Tea.He was quiet nodding his head as if in acc
Demetria's POV ...I couldn't believe it. The weight that had burdened my mind for so long had finally been lifted. I sat there, staring at him in front of me, tears streaming down my face. But these weren't tears of sadness or frustration. They were tears of overwhelming relief and validation.For months, I had carried this secret within me, afraid to share it with anyone. I feared being judged, labeled as crazy, or worse, ignored and dismissed. But today, I found the courage to confide in someone I least expected but somehow trusted. somehow I believed he would listen without judgment. And to my astonishment, he did just that.As I poured out my story, the words tumbling out in a rush, I felt a mix of fear and vulnerability. I shared the experiences that haunted me, the strange occurrences that defied explanation. I revealed the inner workings of my mind, the thoughts that had consumed me, and the doubts that had eaten away at my sanity. And with each word, with each detail laid bar
I stepped through the front door, somewhat relieved from the day's events, longing for the solace of my humble abode. Although I somehow excepted to see Emilia, am also thankful she isn't for I wouldn't know how to look her in the eyes without feeling a type of way, I almost spent two days in a man's house.The ride home had been tension-filled, the traffic snarled and unforgiving. But now, I was finally here.As I entered my Room, a wave of familiarity washed over me. The comforting scent of familiarity mingled with the warm glow of dimmed lights. I kicked off my shoes, their dull thuds echoing through the empty hallway. The silence enveloped me, providing a much-needed respite from the chaotic outside world.I made my way to the bathroom, seeking refuge within its tiled walls. The water, cascading from the showerhead, offered a gentle promise of renewal. I stripped away the layers of exhaustion, shedding my clothes like a second skin. The steam enveloped me, erasing the troubles of
...(Demetria)It's been Three weeks since I moved and changed my number. Slowly I have adjusted to a new routine. Emilia refused to leave even when I threatened not to pay her, she stuck around me. I have since resigned and went on an indefinite hiatus. I still think about him but it doesn't matter. Does it?I have refused to go online and no one is allowed to talk about what is happening online near me.Since Kiera suddenly went missing the investigation went on hold. It seems like my life is on hold. It's been peaceful and I know with time I will overcome the constant thought of him.The only persons with my new number are Steven who has since traveled out of the country, he really was serious about not going back to the industry and was only here because of me.Emilia who is with me and my mother whom I called out of frustration. Today I have decided I was going to go see them. By them, I mean my family.No matter how I thought about it, I can't continue to not meet them.I booke
"How many month's break are you taking?" he asked while I folded my hands and looked down."You don't know?" he asked while I remained quiet till my phone began to ring. It was Emilia."We are on our way, and I forgot to let you know the villa is an almost eight-hour journey," she said as I nodded.I just need to put the location and drive, I have made up my mind to leave this city behind now that I am still strong, I feel nothing but anger for some reason, and feeling it into getting things done is better."What did she say?" Steven asked."It's an eight-hour journey," I said while he nodded."I will drop you off and then go," I said while he smiled "I will drive you," he said going ahead to the driver's side while I just rolled my eyes. Men are their need to lead. "I don't think you have had anything today," he said while I just frowned."I know how this your appetite is, I hope you start eating well from now on," he said while I turned to look at him, for some reason he seemed to
The ride went quiet as I drove out of the hospital my blood boiling for some reason, rather than curling myself up I felt energized.Looked like I was preparing myself all this while for this. Or does this have anything to do with me suddenly seeing Rosa?The ride was eerily silent and I was thankful for it, different emotions going through my mind and beneath it all was an unexpected surge of anger.Felt like I was building a war against myself. I was suppressing a certain emotion within me and that was anger, I am angry at everything. So many things were upsetting me the more I thought about it but I was driving and was not alone so I repeatedly breathed in and calmed my nerves as I drove straight to my apartment.And surprisingly but very much expectedly they were media houses packed around. I wonder just how bored and jobless they have to be to be camping near my apartment complex."You can't continue driving towards them," Steven said "They don't recognize this car," I said driv
..."Is there proof of this engagement you speak of sir?" I finally mustered enough courage to ask."So you are saying that am lying," his father said with a smirk plastered on his face."I don't know what you think of me, sir, am not just the woman your son sleeps with," I said confidently looking at him not avoiding his gaze anymore. "It's a relationship, courtship in other words," I added, the look on his face signified he was taken aback while his mother on the other hand had the look of an angry bird."If there is proof of me being the other woman then I would quietly withdraw," I said while his mother scoffed."What is this? Acting all dignified," she said."What is your issue with me ma'am, "I tried to sound as respectful as possible."People like you paint bad names for women around the world, you continue to do stereotypically what Actresses are known for, two-timing and going after rich men just to claim the social laser," she blasted me."People like me, you say?" I repeat
Georgiana, ever the gracious host, insisted on helping me prepare for the meeting with Raffaele's father. I hadn't brought any clothes with me, so she guided me to her room, where I could borrow something appropriate.Her room was elegant and well-organized, reflecting her refined taste. She opened her closet and started selecting a few outfit options for me. "Let's see," she murmured thoughtfully. "Something professional, yet not too formal."I watched her with gratitude as she chose a tasteful blouse and a pair of tailored slacks. "These should work nicely," she said, handing them to me."Thank you so much, Georgiana," I replied, feeling a sense of relief that she was there to help me in this unexpected situation.She offered me a comforting smile. "It's no trouble at all, dear. We women have to look out for each other, especially in times like these."I quickly changed into the outfit she had picked out, and she even offered some accessories to complete the look. As I looked at mys
(Demetria's pov)In the midst of our heartfelt conversation, Raffaele's phone suddenly rang, jolting us both from our intense emotional exchange. He frowned, his brows furrowing as he reached for his phone, glancing at the caller ID."I'm sorry, Deme, I have to take this call," he said apologetically as he answered the phone and moved a few steps away to speak privately.I nodded, my heart heavy with the abrupt interruption. It was clear that whatever had prompted the call was important. As I watched him talk on the phone, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Our conversation about his family and the challenges we might face together had left me emotionally vulnerable, and this unexpected interruption only added to my uncertainty.Raffaele's voice remained composed as he spoke, but I could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his expression shifted from concern to seriousness. It was evident that something significant was unfolding on the other end of the call.Minutes pas
(Demetria's pov)Slowly I stirred from my slumber, my eyes blinking sleepily as I slowly became aware of my surroundings. The room was softly lit by the gentle morning sun filtering through the curtains. It took me a moment to remember where I was, and as my consciousness fully returned, a contented smile curled at the corners of my lips.I'm wrapped in warmth and comfort, nestled against a solid, reassuring presence. I turn my head slightly, finding myself face to face with Raffaele. He's still in deep sleep, his features relaxed and peaceful. His dark hair is slightly tousled, and a few errant strands brush against his forehead.I can't help but admire the man beside me. His long lashes cast soft shadows on his cheeks, and the faintest trace of a smile plays on his lips. His breathing is slow and steady, matching the rhythm of my own heart. His strong arms, which have held me throughout the night, feel like a protective shield.My thoughts drift back to the whirlwind of events from
(Emilia contd)Slowly and shamelessly I began to raise, my eyes facing toward the window away from him."Emilia," he called my name as I closed my eyes tightly my heart beating fast, slowly I turned around to face his direction."Good morning," I said still with my eyes closed as I slowly opened them to look at him, he stood by the door, his hands folded with a smirk on his face, I swear I thought he was closer to the bed."Hey," I followed up, oh I wish the ground could swallow me who just to avoid this torture."I would allow you to sleep but I know you are awake," he said taking a step forward."What!" I let out a low scream as I looked at his legs."What?" he asked as my heart continued to beat against my chest."You don't want me to approach?" he asked taking another step with his brows raised."Please," I pleaded as he stopped looking at me weirdly."Is this about yesterday?" he asked while I face-palmed myself. Of course, it's about yesterday. How can he be so casual? This migh
(Emilia's pov)I woke up to the gentle chorus of birds outside, their melodious singing filling the room as the morning sun bathed everything in its warm glow. As I slowly shook off my drowsiness, I couldn't help but notice that something was amiss.The room around me felt unfamiliar at first, and for a moment, I couldn't quite place where I was. Then, it hit me like a lightning bolt, and my jaw practically hit the floor."Steven's room?" I whispered in disbelief, my eyes widening as I took in my surroundings.Slowly I raised the heavy duvet covering me as I noticed I had on only his shirt. My heart immediately began pounding against my chest as the memories of last night began creeping back.. "Can't you see that it's you? You're the one making me like this!" I remember it like it was said minutes ago. Those were my words although I didn't mean to blunt it out like that, it was too late, the damage had already been done as he smirked at me."You what?" he had asked as I covered my mo