It's was the day to rid all these plasters on her body, and Dr Sanders, the family doctor, did a great job removing them. Jonathan was a little sad he won't get to feed her anymore. He will miss that lovely feeling of pampering her.
After taking a brief shower, Alexandra appeared wearing the bathrobe, busy drying her hair dribbling hair.
Jonathan offered to dry it for her and she accepted it. Alexandra sat on the bed and he sat behind her. With gentle dabs, he dried her hair, being careful not to apply too much pressure, as if tending the dearest and delicate treasure in the world.
Alexandra tried her hardest not to doze off, his touches calmed her overworked brain.
"I heard your Vice President is resigning?" Jonathan asked, fiddling with her mild wet hair, inhaling the balmy smell of lavender.
"Yes..."
"Did you decide who the next VP will be?" The media made a big ruckus after the resign
Halton sat on his work desk, listening to some of the audio files Alexandra had sent. Jane Warren sat opposite to him, pretending to review the paperwork he handed her while secretly admiring how his face turned stoic as he listened. They were distracted by Halton's phone ringing beside his Macbook. He picked up the call without glancing at the ID. "Hello?" "It's me...Evan." A meek and hesitant voice said. He was taken aback hearing the soothing sound of the woman he loved. "What's up?" He asked, a smile adorning his handsomeness. Jane wondered who was capable enough to make him smile like that. Is he seeing someone? "Are you busy?" Evan asked, nervously biting her thumb. Halton instantly closed his Macbook. "No, what's wrong?" He asked worriedly. "I have a favour to ask...can we meet up at my house?" She asked, preparing herself to hear a refusal. Halton got up, surprising Jane Warre
"So you are my dada?" Angela asked. They were in Halton's car, on their way to his penthouse. "Yes, I am your real dada," Halton said proudly. "Then why didn't I see you before?" She cutely tilts her head in confusion. Before her attention moved again, playing with her favourite blonde-haired doll she named Elsa. Although she was reluctant to leave Evan, she decided to listen to her downhearted mother. "That's..." Halton couldn't come up with an immediate explanation, "Your mom and I separated a long time ago..." He said. "Then why are you here now?" Angela asked innocently. Of course, she had no idea what was going on with her parents or why her father appeared out of nowhere. "I am here to protect you," Halton said. If faith was kind to him, he wanted to protect his family forever. "But why is Mama mad at you?" "She is mad at me because it's Dada's fault for leaving her..." Ha
Halton was woken up by the bothersome beep of his alarm. He crept his hand and around the bedside stand and finally silenced it. Getting up from the heavenly bed, he scratched his bare chest and let out a droopy yawn. He dawdled towards the bathroom and brushed his teeth while still standing in the shower, wiped the wet mirror to reflect on his face, and shaved his stubble. He went inside the walk-in closet and got dressed in a black, three-piece formal suit. He skipped preparing breakfast since he will be eating at an Italian restaurant like every morning. He was too lazy to cook breakfast for himself so he preferred eating at a restaurant. After locking the door, he got in his Mercedes and drove away, after a few minutes on the road something clicked. 'Am I forgetting something?' Events that took place yesterday collapsed on him like a grenade. 'Oh, Shit! I have a kid!' Halton raced the car back home and unlocked the door, looking franticall
After the long flight from Milan, Jordan landed at the London airport, sporting denim clothing with her hair dyed platinum white. She opened her phone to call Halton and pick her up but then made up her mind to call Alexandra instead. The good news of her recovery had reached her ears. Jordan had wanted to see her for weeks. Alexandra picked up the call on the first ring. "I'm at the airport, can you pick me up?" Jordan immediately asked, Alexandra must have already recognized her voice. Alexandra was back in her office after a long time so she had to finish up some meetings she missed.Finally, the VP's position was freed from that incompetent fool who dared to get leak information for a quick buck. "Just get a taxi or something." Alexandra dismissed her, as she tried her eyes through Alan Fredrick's resignation letter. "Bitch, I missed you! Get your ass up here!" Jordan complained out loud, making a few people p
After changing into a comfy hoodie and sweatpants, Jordan got downstairs for lunch. It was then Halton cared to notice her latest hairstyle, last time she had dyed it bronze and now it was platinum. Jordan was capricious when it comes to her appearance and partners. She changed them on a whim, this is one of the reasons why Jordan is still single. Who wants to date a god damn chameleon? "I want a boyfriend." Halton's eyes sprang after he heard this sudden declaration from his sister. "Weren't you dating Natasha a few weeks ago?" Halton asked. "We broke up," Jordan said, their time in Milan was nothing more than a one-night stand. Plus, Natasha wasn't a committed person just like Jordan. Jordan was quite good-looking; clear dark chocolate skin, hazel eyes she inherited from their mother. An appealing button nose, chiselled cheekbones. With her looks, she could easily hook some big fish. "My phone's
"Miss, you have a call from Catherine Roberts." Jane Warren nervously informed. Catherine got infuriated that Alexandra did not pick up her calls. She had no choice but to contact Jane Warren to talk to her daughter.Alexandra motioned her hand and Jane gave the phone."Yes, Mrs. Roberts?" Alexandra asked in a weary voice. Catherine didn't like the way Alexandra addressed her, even though she was the one who drew a line between them years ago."I would like to meet up with you at lunch," Catherine said in a poised manner. There was also a hint of gentleness to it, but Alexandra neglected it."You had plenty of time to contact me, Mrs. Roberts, instead you chose the day where I am at my busiest." Alexandra mocked. She had stayed home for almost a month, yet her mother didn't come for a decent visit.Catherine wanted a meeting with Alexandra for her own ulterior motives. After all, her little spy Alan F
Jacob checked himself in his car's rearview mirror, he wore a designer navy blue shirt and white pants. This wasn't a real date, but he wanted to look dashing for Rhea Armando. Not to impress her, but to make her regret tossing him away three years ago. Jacob entered the restaurant where his blind date was set, some of the ladies ogled the spirited young man as he strode inside. He removed his shades, revealing those precious blue eyes. He lifted an amicable smile in front of a bewildered woman. "Why are you here?" Rhea asked right away, she was eager to see Jonathan, not her ex. Jacob simply grinned at her unhappy expression. He sat opposite to her and hung his shades on his deep V neck. He wasn't particularly brawny like Jonathan, but his boyish charm was simply irresistible. "I am your date." Rhea frowned upon hearing this. "What about your brother?" Jacob clicked his tongue, seems like she hadn't changed much
The penetrating stench of blood enveloped the darkroom. The floor was covered in dried-up blood. Handprints of pure terror were embarked on its dreary concrete walls.The reek could make one sick to the bone.A woman was chained around a metal pole, her eyes dead and body bathed in the crimson liquid.Her vision faltered and she groaned in pain from the bludgeoning. Alarming thuds of footsteps closed in. Each step of this psychotic beast makes it more heavy and threatening.She started to struggle in the chains as Kyle Salvatore came inside the dungeon where she was chained. He smoked a cigarette to ease the rage seething within him. Otherwise, he will rip the life out of this woman.He smirked devilishly at the tarnished sight of her. He sat in the armchair crossing his leg like a king. He puffed out the intoxicating air."We had beaten this woman with a club, but she refused to reveal anything." Diego Fernadez, who st
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