Halton lazily waited beside Alexandra's car in the underground parking lot. She took some time to arrive since she was changing her clothes inside the mini room attached to her office. She had another nosebleed this afternoon and stained her clothes.
Since it would take a while for her to arrive, he decided to have a smoke. He dragged a cigarette out of the pack and placed them between his teeth. He ignited the tip using the platinum lighter.
He was so engrossed in his own thoughts to notice the angry young woman shooting dagger behind him, with her fearsome eyes.
"How many times have I told you to stop smoking when you are around me?"
Halton flinched. He turned around to see Alexandra who had changed her clothes from her white formal wear to a little black dress, and a white coat draped around her shoulders. He immediately threw the cigarette on the floor and ground it under his shoes.
"I wasn't expecting you-"
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In the VIP section of the Mason City Club. "Sir, we have a problem downstairs," Steve informed. Jonathan could read Steve's concerned expression. Jonathan turned on the screen that was a mirror for people downstairs. He was shocked at what he saw. The woman he is head over heels with is now single-handedly beating the living hell out of two men. His eyes gushed out a freezing artic wave as he recognised who these men were. "Whoa! That's the woman you wanna pursue?! Bro, she is way out of your league!" Jacob cried. Just seeing the one-sided fight scene gave him the jitters. "No, I can't let go of her..." He noticed she was about to leave so he immediately climbed downstairs. "Stop right there." He called out. The vast audience shifted their attention to the handsome blue-eyed man wearing a formal suit. They discourteously presumed Jonathan Jonas is here to sue Alexandra for property damage. She turned to Jo
All of this happened so fast that Jonathan couldn't apprehend anything. He was beyond terrified. She lays soulless, in the middle of the road in a pool of her own blood. Her entire body was losing all of its strength. She was forcing her eyes to not lose light. Tears started to well inside her dying eyes. The only feeling she had now is pain. She had gone through worse than this, but this pain was different. She could see her whole life playing like a grayscale movie. She did not want to die like this, not today, not until she gets justice. Jonathan held her head slowly, his hands coated with her blood. "I-I don't want to die like t-this I haven't lived enough..." Alexandra's consciousness started to wither by. Her eyes collected all the might to gaze at the person who was on the verge of crying. Her vision wavered back and forth, everything was blurry as a mist hovered before her eyes. But she saw someone familiar even though she ha
The morning rays kissed on her eternal face with its warmth and she opened her eyes that are equivalently radiant as the sun. She blinked and looked around, she didn't remember seeing this place before and confusion struck her. Her attire had changed into blue hospital clothing and half of her body was covered in thick layers of bandages. She misunderstood that she was in a hotel room instead of a hospital room because it looked too comfortable and lavish for a hospital ward. She looked around there was an IV pole beside her, machines and Woah!Jonathan was sleeping beside the chair beside her. The sullen eye bags indicating the sleepless nights he was having and his face looked drained from all its energy and it appeared more chiselled with his skin sticking to his bone without any meat between them. Did this man decide to starve himself to death? even so, he looked handsome. She lifted his hand towards his face she felt a su
For some reason, Alexandra loved seeing that baffled on Jonathan's face, oh how hard he is trying to not look sympathetic for her. "She is my mother, half of her blood runs in my veins and my own blood is my greatest enemy." Alexandra jeered. Jonathan was not unsure what to say in this situation."If you are pitying me then I don't need it" She responded, after reading his face. Alexandra was always looked down upon by people since she was young just because she was born a bastard. They always pitied her and why? Everyone acknowledged she was not the daughter of Gabriel Roberts. She was labelled as Winchester's, but even so, her grandfather did not give up on her and treasured her like a priceless gem."Why would your mother try to kill you?" He needed to get to the bottom of this. He was determined to protect her even if it proves her own mother is a threat to her life."You do not need to know," She said, he couldn't possi
After talking with the private investigator, he finally tracked down the whereabouts of the man who attempted to murder Alexandra.The man is an assassin who had recently left the country. He knew the man was backed by someone influential, otherwise, there is no way he could hide from the authorities and flee to another country.Jonathan opened the door to Alexandra's room and what he saw made him freeze at the spot. Halton, her clingy PA was hugging her along with another unknown woman.He was forced to believe that Halton had some kind of intimate relationship with this woman. Maybe even in a romantic light...He frowned at the thought."What is going on here?" He asked coldly. His eyes cutting through Halton and Jordan."This guy..." Jordan narrowed her eyes and looked back at Halton. Halton shook his head, gesturing her to shut up.Jonathan kept his keen eyes on Jordan and approached the trio at
"Care to EXPLAIN what's going on?"Halton heaved the longest sigh, he needed time to manoeuvre convincing lies, but her eyes could search through his soul like a radar."First, stop looking at me like you wanna murder me in my sleep," Halton cried. Her sombre appearance intensified even more."That's just how my face works right now, get to the point," She grumbled."Where should I start?""Did you alter the will?" She asked. She knew that won't be possible for Halton because of his dyslexia. Halton couldn't read or write for that reason. And even if he did alter it, it should have been with the assistance of someone else who could."I could never do that," Halton responded, making a hurt expression."Then why didn't Ernest Brown mention about the proposal?" She asked. She knew the family lawyer for the longest time. He wasn't the kind to bite the hand that fed him."I begged Ernest bro
"This is the bastard I was talking about," Alexandra sexily susurrated into Jonathan's ear. He shifted to the man who was held back by his men. "You did this on purpose," Jonathan murmured while trying to read her eyes. She had a cunning smirk, like that of a Cheshire chat. She was going to get away from his lap but she was held in place by his strong arms. Alexandra's face almost grimaced but regained her facade. She veered her attention to Kyle. "Oh, cousin dearest! We were having a heated session here but of course, you had to show up to interrupt us." Alexandra mocked with her caustic eyes. Kyle pulled himself away from the guards and barged inside the door, knocking things off the table. Kyle's bloodshot eye
"So beautiful..."A cold touch caressed her cheek. She frowned and opened her eyes to see those dark orbs piercing right into her light ones. The hand caressed her face like the coldest winter."So pristine..."Hearing the frighteningly familiar voices, her eyes widened taking in the demon's form. The hand then slid down to her slender neck and hardened its grip like a rope that was tightening around her neck, suffocating her inch by inch."So ravishing..."She pulled out the fork under the pillow that she had smuggled after dinner, and started to stab the person. Blood scattering around her face, an ear-piercing scream exploded from her throat.Jonathan rushed towards her in pure dread and saw her repeatedly thrusting the fork in the air. She looked like she was actually stabbing someone, the bloodlust in her eyes was immense."Die! Die! Die!" She roared. Jonathan ran towards her to stop her from inf
One could hear in the bleak eerie hallways of the asylum the clattering of chains, as a man dragged it through the metallic floor. His black-and-white striped prisoner’s clothing had bloodstains on it. His pace was slow and wobbly because of the heavy chains attached to his legs and hands and bound skin rotting off along the rusting metal.“Sir, we brought him,” the guard said and looked keenly at the captive. He ducked his head, his lips drawn into a straight line, his eyes covered with his overgrown bangs so they could only see only the white portion of his eyes through it.“Good, bring him in.”The guard pushed open the interrogation room. A person inside could not see or listen to what was outside. The captive was silent the whole time, his eyes still down, looking at the guard’s legs as he followed and another guard closely stalking behind. In the middle of the dim room, there was a light bulb just above the wooden table, the only source of light in that entire room, with two cha
Their dilemma wasn’t over just yet. They had to gain the approval of one more person before their wedding ceremony, and that was Jonathan’s mother, Josephine.Alexandra insisted on building a better relationship with her upset mother-in-law. If Jonathan could impress her fearsome and bull-headed father, then she could coax Jonathan’s mother into accepting them too.Before their wedding takes place, she wanted everyone’s blessings. Including Josaphine’s and she would not shy away from appeasing Josaphine to gain her goodwill.***The place was the classic American home. A porch, a long veranda, high rooftops, and a yard that was big as a children’s park. It seemed like Josephine liked to keep the place uncomplicated and clean.Jonathan’s mother, according to his words, was the finest cook in the world. A woman who liked to do her own chores and leave them to the housekeeper. Who dressed simply, loved handling household affairs, and went to church religiously every single Sunday and pra
The soft silk sheets rustled as Alexandra stretched her arm to cuddle her husband. Her core was still sore from the slow-burning, passionate sex they had all night long. Letting out a groan, she buried her face into his neck which was specked with dark stubble. Oh, how she loved his beard. The rough texture was so satisfying to caress, and the feel of a stubbled cheek grazing her between her thighs was simply titillating.As she draped her long leg around his waist, a sharp, needle-like pain shot in her womb.She lifted the duvet and to her panic; she saw two blots of bloodstains on the sheets, mocking her. Her breath shriveled up in her throat and a malaise emerged in her womb.Swinging her legs to the floor, she rushed to the bathroom and removed her panties, and inserted her finger inside her, coating them with warm blood.“You will never be a mother.” The devil hissed, drawing out its forked tongue. “You will never get back what you’ve lost.”Her hand flew to her mouth to prevent
Sunrays poured through the tall windows of the church’s bridal suite, giving the white room a golden touch. The ladies were all busy tending to the bride’s wedding dress.Evangeline could barely breathe withch her bosom caged in the tight corset. “I will die.” She wheezed, holding on to the vanity table.“Oh, you won’t! I will see to it.” Catherine said, determined to make the dress fit. It seemed perfect when they tried it out in the bridal boutique.“I will become the first person to die for fashion.” Evan joked.Alexandra laughed, listening to this as she flipped a glossy page of a fashion magazine. She closed it and approached Evan to see what was going on with the dress.“I think it would be better if we pinned it first,” Alexandra suggested.“Pass me the pin, dear,” Catherine said, holding the edges of the corset tight.Alexandra skimmed through the small box of safety pins and passed it to her mother. Catherine pressed the ends of the corset securely and pinned them together. “
TRIGGER WARNING: The following chapter may be upsetting to some viewers. It contains violence and gore.***Blackness leaked into Gabriel’s subconscious like thick tar, impeding him from registering his surroundings for a few minutes. He blinked off the bleary vision and discovered himself in a bleak chamber, tied up in a metal chair with ropes that bit into his skin. The only source of light was the pale yellow lightbulb hanging above his head.He felt brainless, as one would get when drunk on spirit. He tried to recall where he was before ending up in this place. At the police station, the officers had locked him up for several days and questioned him for evidence. The trial was still ongoing, but an anonymous bailed him, giving the officers a hefty amount to free him. Gabriel didn’t know anyone who loved him so much to bail him out of jail, even after being aware of what evils he did. The moment he got out of the police station, a masked, who had bailed him asked to join him to me
The steel door shut before Anastasia with a rude screech and an ear-splitting rhythm of metal against metal, resounding around the cell walls and into her ears like pinballs. Anastasia gripped the metal bars and squeezed herself against it. “How long will I be here?” She asked.“Until someone comes in here and bails you.” The forty-something-year-old blonde officer sneered.She had confessed all of her crimes to the police this morning and stupidly thought they would let her go home. Home? Where will she go? Mama didn’t want her anymore. Papa will soon be prosecuted for all the crimes he had done in his lifetime.Kameron probably didn’t want her anymore, since their marriage was incomplete. Silvano was her only way out of here. She hoped he would come and free her.If he still loved her.“You smell like periods.”It was then Anastasia realized she wasn’t alone. A brunette prostitute, who was past her prime, hunched in the corner on the bench, covering her knees around her arms. She wr
All the guests who had witnessed the scene gasped in dread. Some of them, including Merideth Parker and Thomas Clarke, ran for their lives, realizing it wasn't safe to be in the presence of this maniac who just shot his wife. The metal gun slipped from Gabriel’s hand, his face sagged and his eye enlarged out of its sockets, seeing his wife bleeding on the floor. “C-Cathie…”His legs immediately took him towards Catherine, but Kameron lunged forward and boxed him in the face, knocking him to the ground and pinning him to the floor.Anastasia clung to her Catherine and cried helplessly, not knowing what to do. Alexandra stood there and stared expressionlessly at her mother, whose blood spilled out of her body. Catherine fluttered her eyes to keep them open. The tears in her eyes made those honey-brown irises shine like topaz as she gazed at Alexandra.If she was to die, she wanted to do it seeing her oldest daughter whom she had wronged all these years.Silvano came up to them and drop
Alexandra’s fierce, amber eyes bore right into Anastasia, who was on the verge of passing out from the built-up anxiety. Her weak knees buckled and she could barely pull herself together. The bouquet fell, the roses scattered, and she stared back at her sister in horror at what was yet to come.Placing a black-gloved hand on her chest, Alexandra put on an apologetic expression and swept her gaze over the audience. “My sincere apologies for the interruption, ladies and gentlemen.”Gabriel stood up and stalked towards her, his face heavy with anger. “What the hell are you doing here?!”“Can’t you tell? I was invited.” Alexandra lifted her chin, a gesture of disdain.The deep red shade on Gabriel’s face paled when he turned towards Kameron, who had a devilish smirk upon seeing Alexandra. “My heartily welcome, Lady Alexandra.” Kameron greeted.The audience broke out into a cacophony of mutters and whispers. They looked at each other with perplexed faces. What was going on here? And why di
“Looks like our beautiful bride is ready.” Kameron’s ridiculing voice broke Anastasia from her trance. She looked back at the woman in the mirror. Her doe-like brown eyes had turned red after she had mourned the night away. She had never shed a single tear for her grandfather’s death, but now misery had plagued her ability to realize the outcome of her past deeds. No one can escape fate. No one. “I am-,” Her voice had died out. She couldn’t ignore the pain in her throat. “Save that for the vows,” Kameron warned. He approached for a closer look at his bride, whose eyes were still glued to herself in the mirror. It was then he realized how beautiful she looked in the ivory white wedding dress. The makeup artist concealed all the wounds and bruises he had given her under that makeup. Her eyes seemed so clear and pure. She resembled Catherine physically, but her personality leans on the contrary. She wasn’t brave, nor had she had the unwavering disposition