"I told you to never speak of this!" Aunt Margaretta whisper-shouted at Jannet.Jannet made an aloof expression. Refused to submit it to Aunt Margaretta's accusations. "So what? She deserved to know the truth!"Aunt Margaretta wanted to tear her hair out. Alexandra should never have known the truth! She had promised to keep this under the wraps and take this secret to her grave! "You've ruined everything! EVERYTHING!" The door swung open. Alexandra brushed past Aunt Margaretta and stomped down the hallway. "Young miss!" Aunt Margaretta called, following Alexandra. "Please listen to me!" Alexandra turned around, and Aunt Margaretta was torn apart. Alexandra was red with fury, as the color of danger and, worse, betrayal. "I've had enough of your lies!" ***Something cold and heavy dropped to Alexandra's stomach as she headed upstairs to the computer room to log into the surveillance system of the mansion. She opened it and looked for the CCTV footage of the day when her grandfather
Catherine came breezing into the living room, holding a tray. Benjamin Winchester sat straight, pushing at his cane. "Did you make tea for me again?"She almost dropped her smile before bracing it. "Yes. I made it myself, Pa." Benjamin nodded weakly. He was being forgetful of things these days. Margaretta suspected he was having early signs of Alzheimer's. But he couldn't care to get it treated.He had been also getting very sick lately, with head-splitting beaches and drowsiness. He wanted to get sick enough to get his little Alex to come running back to make him better again. No Alzheimer's could wipe his beloved granddaughter off his memory. Catherine placed the tea on the table. "Why do you have a hard time believing I made tea for you?" Her voice had a bitter edge to it."Because you never fancied entering the kitchen." Benjamin Winchester coughed violently. "And here you are making tea for me every day.""Aren't you grateful?" Catherine tittered. "Very grateful. But my healt
Benjamin fell into a fit of turbulent coughs, blood, and vomit ruptured out of his mouth. Catherine hooked her hands under his sweaty armpits and pulled him to the loveseat before he could collide against the harsh marble floor. She recollected a faded picture-like memory of her father picking her up in his powerful, brawny arms, effortlessly when she was a small girl. She gloated about having the strongest man on earth as her father. Now she reduced him to a sickly skeleton.“Margaretta!” she called in anguish. The consequences of her outrageous sin, a gong banging on her conscience, reverberating and producing tremors that shook her to the vital core.Margaretta stepped in, cupping her round, fatty face in the horror of what lay before her eyes. Benjamin gasped for air, his thin, furrowed skin paled into a ghostly white. “Don’t just stand there! Tell the chauffeur to get the car ready, we have to take him to the hospital and get me something clean this off!” Catherine screamed, claw
'Go to sleep.'Alexandra's palm quivered as if she was an epileptic. Minor tremors bolted in her nerves as she brought the pills closer to her mouth, almost tasting the bitter taste of the chalk-white pills. Aunt Margaretta slapped the door, again and again, trying to get her to open the door. Begging for forgiveness. Begging her to not kill herself. The more noises Alexandra heard, the more she wanted to shut it. That's right. End everything. 'End it.''End everything.''Be free.'The faint yet haunting whispers in her head demanded, like small ants crawling on naked skin. What she wished for right at this moment was for the noises to stop. To relish the silence. A familiar buzzing noise caught her attention. Alexandra's head pivoted towards the sound, like a startled animal. It was her phone, screaming for attention on the table beside her bed where she had put it to charge up. The picture they had taken at the amusement park popped up on the screen. They were smiling, a giant,
YEARS AGO...It was a dreary monsoon morning when Catherine was woken up by the loud wails of her newborn. She slipped her long, naked legs out of the blanket and the cold gust gripped them with its icy fingers. Margaretta was taking a nap in the next room as she tended the baby for almost half the night. It was as though Margaretta couldn't get enough of the joy of getting to pamper an adorable baby. Hesitantly, Catherine picked up the baby. She had never been so careful not to drop something in her life. This precious little life in her hands should be handled with the uttermost care. That was all she knew from the moment she laid eyes on the beautiful infant. "Shh... go to sleep, little Alex," she whispered sweetly, placing the baby against her bosom. "Or are you hungry? Is that it?" She asked softly. That must have been the reason since the only two reasons babies cried so ferociously were when they were hungry or wanted their diapers changed. She knew little about babies or
Gabriel would not leave her alone and was determined to send her letters every other day and not to mention the series of phone calls he made to her house. Catherine was fed up with this and sent him a warning that if he continued with this madness, then she would file a restraining order against him. Thankfully, Benjamin didn't want her to marry him, either. He thought Gabriel was too young to be married to her, as he was only a year older than Catherine. He wouldn't prove to be a better suitor for her, no matter how much he bragged about it. Each day, the bond Catherine had with baby Alex grew even stronger. She was always busy coddling and pampering her baby with dresses she had made herself. Even when she was working at home, she had the baby on her lap, never letting her out of sight. "Say Mamma." Catherine cooed. The baby gave a toothless grin and wiggled her hands. "Come on, Alex. Say Mamma." She tried again."M-m-mama." Catherine's heart filled with immense delight that s
For days, Catherine refused to talk to Benjamin. She shut herself inside her room and her depression had gotten worse. There was a suicidal thought haunting her day and night, and the hollowness in her chest kept getting bigger and inevitable to ignore. Eventually, she stopped spending time with her baby, too. Other than to breastfeed, she wanted nothing else to do with the baby and let Margaretta do the mothering work for her. Catherine began having nightmares about the night she was violated and like arsenic, it was making her sick. So sick that she felt hostile toward her child. Scared that if she warmed up to the baby again, then Alessandro would reappear in her life.Gabriel stopped his persistence in wanting to marry her and she, for once, dreaded he was over her. To test this, she invited him for tea to ask if he still wished to marry her. "Yes! Cathie, yes!" Gabriel said, thrilled. He was wearing a ridiculous-looking shirt with tropical patterns and black bell bottoms. His
The wind fluttered the purple ribbons affixed around Catherine's sun hat as she drank her evening tea with biscuits. She was taking her time to relax after an hour of work watering and cleaning up the vegetable garden. These days, she preferred to do gardening in her spare time and she had a lot of spare time. "Ahh!" The tea nearly spilled on her jean-clad lap when she heard the scream. She pivoted her head and looked over her shoulder. "What happened?" She asked. Then she heard Anastasia wailing as if she was in great agony. "Mama!" Catherine shot to her feet and ran outside the pavilion to check what was wrong. To her horror, she saw Anna sprawled on the ground, wailing while Alex pulled her hand."Alex! Stop it this instant!" Catherine shouted, her face red with anger. "What happened here?" Catherine asked."She asked me to push the swing and... she fell," Alex said, guiltily looking down. "She pushed me on purpose! I told her to stop, but she didn't listen." Anna cried, tea
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