Cynthia Dion:"Mara! Let me go, and don’t say anything bad about my wife again," as he pushed her back, I realized he was putting Mara against Maleeka for some reason."Really? Can you run away from this?" She got on her knees and took his dick in her mouth without any hesitation. I almost gagged and threw up, but well, I have to record everything.He smirked and started shoving his dick in and out of her mouth. It went on for a few minutes before he finished it in her mouth, and she swallowed it to impress him with her skills.That was it for me. I turned the video off and walked back outside with a smile of triumph covering my lips.‘Let the game of revenge begin,’ Thea laughed manically while I smiled, and Atticus, Maleeka, and my father just stared at me in confusion."Oh, please don’t stop enjoying your food; I am just very happy today," I looked Maleeka directly in the eye while my smile grew wider. I then followed my father to his room."Dad, you can stay here for however long
Cynthia Dion:As he stepped out of the room, I turned to gaze at my father, who looked as if he'd seen a ghost."I swear, I wasn't gonna help him," he began pleading with his hands clasped in front of his chest. "You're my daughter, right? You won't harm your old man," he looked terrified. It seemed like he could see the wild side within me better than I could feel it."I won't harm you. Just make sure you don't even talk about Flora to yourself," I cautioned, and he got the message."I won't ever. I don't even know where she is, and no one will ever discover her," he vowed, and I nodded in agreement.Using all that power to vent my anger left me feeling a bit lightheaded. It was like I was starting to get used to my abilities, and to be honest, they were incredibly overwhelming.After the whole incident with Mr. Holt, I left the room to talk to Atticus. I wanted to ask him about the evidence, those supposed texts, and maybe some other things Maleeka mentioned. The tricky part was fig
Cynthia Dion:"Cynthia! There's nothing on those phones. There were text messages that I showed you, and that's it," he confessed to deceiving me, and to be honest, it shattered the trust I was starting to have in him."You lied to me," I raised my voice, tears welling up in my eyes. i cant believe I always end up trusting him."Cynthia! I did it to... distract you. You were stubbornly wanting to see something that doesn't exist. There were texts, and I showed you those. Now I don't have anything else," he quickly stood up when a tear rolled down my cheek. I didn’t get how he was so confidently saying nothing else exists when I heard his sister ask for those tapes."Please, don't cry," he looked away and rubbed his face with his hands. I was so done with this nonsense. I hated every time somebody lied to me. "Get out," I muttered, and he straightened his back, removing his hand from his face and staring at me in astonishment."Cynthia?" he exclaimed."I said leave. I'll stay here," I
Cynthia Dion:As he embraced me once more, I began to scream at the top of my voice. Flora's lifeless form was swathed in a blanket and completely gone. I can't even say it was recently placed here. It must have been months and months ago. It was my sister; she had been here all this time, and I had slept right above her."He didn't allow them to set me or the house ablaze because he feared someone might come to extinguish the fire and discover this," I sobbed and quivered, screaming until my lungs ached."Cynthia, please, try to calm down," he knew that saying that wouldn't achieve much, as this wasn't the right moment for me to settle."He will face the consequences," Atticus said as he released the hug and grasped my arms, locking eyes with me, causing my tears to cease immediately."I'm such a terrible sis--ter," I murmured, tears streaming down my face as I drifted into a daze. "She must have been so unhappy," I felt as if my heart might cease beating at any moment."I wonder how
Cynthia Dion:I walked with the shovel while people kept looking at me in fright. I entered the pack, and the guards squared up, seeing the shovel in my hands as I dragged it, and it made a loud noise.A car behind me was driven by Atticus, whose presence made the guards let me walk around with that shovel in my hands. I made my way to the mansion and found my father in the garden. The instant he looked at me, he almost choked on the coffee he was sipping.This asshole killed my sister, and he was sitting over here and enjoying a good cup of tea."Cynthia!" he asked, "where are you coming from?" He didn’t even know that the guards outside the mansion were on duty to make sure he didn’t leave.Maleeka and Mara, who seemed to have come out to see me and Atticus, gasped and stepped back. Mr. Holt stepped back and disappeared into the mansion, but it wasn’t their day.Not yet.My eyes were fixated on my father, the devil, who looked clueless until he stared at the shovel in my hand. His f
Cynthia Dion:A few days have passed since I bid farewell to Flora at her proper funeral, but I haven't felt like myself since then. Fortunately, nobody tested my patience during my mourning period. Atticus also ensured that none of his pack members or Mara came too close to me.He had taken time off from his office as he was gearing up for exams and had been urging me to give it a shot too. I'm not sure who told him that the best way to take your mind off something is to hit the books, but honestly, it doesn't quite work that way.After several days, I finally ventured out of the bedroom to join everyone for breakfast. Atticus advised me to keep my emotions in check because he had some important announcements to make.I stepped out in a blue dress, not quite in the mood to tolerate anyone's nonsense that day. All eyes were on me, but there was a collective hush in the room.I was sure Maleeka had found yet another reason to harbor ill feelings toward me. My eccentric family was a bit
Cynthia Dion:"I'll be waiting," I flashed her a wide smile. "Let's see who ends up regretting staying here." With a wink, Maleeka stumbled to her feet, heading for her room, when suddenly she spread her arms and sat down as if feeling dizzy."What's going on with her? Is this some new game?" I didn't even bother asking her if she was okay, while Mara began offering her water and rubbing her back."That's the difference between you and her," Maleeka grunted, closing her eyes to steady herself.Indeed, there was a significant distinction between us. Little did she know that Mara was not only rubbing her back.Mara held Maleeka's hand and guided her back to her room while she called the doctor. The female doctor spent a few moments in the room, and when she emerged, she wore a broad smile on her face."She--," she began but stopped, looking at me. "Are you Cynthia Dion?" She inquired, and it struck me as odd that she seemed more focused on me than her patient."Yes, that's me," I confir
Cynthia Dion:I don’t know how long they stayed out because it seemed like only an hour when my bedroom door opened and closed. I was jolted awake by the noise, straightening my back to see who had come to my room."Atticus! Weren’t you supposed to be with them?" I rubbed my eyes in confusion, glancing at the clock on the wall. He had come early. I thought they would at least take a few hours because Mara had made some plans for a movie night as well."Well, as soon as the food arrived, I packed it and dashed here. I mean, I wasn’t really feeling the vibe, and besides, you were here," he said, holding the food bags with a sweet smile."You didn’t have to skip the celebration plans for me," I didn’t want to focus on him, on us. There might come a day when I will finally be able to forgive him, but it is too soon for now.He sat down on the bed and shook his head very steadily. "I couldn’t eat thinking you were left alone," he didn’t raise his eyes at me when talking about being worried