Alexandra peeled open her eyes in panic and was panting heavily with beads of cold sweats on her forehead. She looked at the clock and it was midnight, and she was already woken up from her slumber by the horrid dream. She hurriedly wiped the sweat.
She was sure she will not sleep anytime sooner, so she decided to take a walk. The cold and utter silence in the humongous villa was making her feel lonely as if she was the last human being on earth.
A sudden craving for alcohol ran through her. Though a little hesitant, she opened the large storage room where the collection of red wine was kept safely.
Large barrels of old wine was kept as treasure. The old man was always fond of red wine and she inherited that fondness towards wine from him.
Halton opened the door for the affluent woman inside the car.Everyone was in awe seeing the beautiful woman step out of the Red Bugatti. She was wearing a formal white shirt along with the knee-length black pencil skirt suitable for an executive meeting.Her seductive red-tinted lips curved into an unreadable smile. Her black shades made her look unapproachable yet classy. Her raven black hair was let loose, dancing side to side with the wind.She looked at the tall building with admiration. The Lion stood prideful as ever in platinum. Royal Steel a multinational company that had set foot in every field.Tech companies to Automobiles, Gaming to Jewellery companies. Its fierce roar could be heard in every corner of the vast business world. The king of the Jungle.She took her steps toward the Building. Her hands tucked in her pockets and her coat hung around her shoulders like a cape made her look majestic.&n
Steve was releasing cold sweats seeing his boss working vigorously on the Macbook. He was afraid he would lose his Job anytime sooner because his boss was getting irrational and cranky these days. Presumably because of less sleep, the dark circles under his eyes were the evidence. He was depriving his sleep after being rejected by a woman. The only woman in the world he wanted to have by his side. He had bought this upon himself."Did you gather the information about her?" Jonathan asked. His cold aura hung in the air like the artic gust."Yes," Steve replied. He prepared himself by letting himself take a deep breath. He could not afford to stumble."Speak.""Alexandra Winchester born on 2nd May 1997 turned 24 this year.No preschool and middle school records, she was homeschooled till the age of 13 but she was graduated from the top University in the UK.She majored in Business and Finance. Although a business majo
"I would like to meet up with all of the head of the departments, list the one that is new and yes, bring all their private details," Alexandra said looking at the paperwork in the hand. Her brows knitted into a frown.There is no way the stocks must have declined significantly like this...Unless someone had fiddled with the financial reports. The cash flow of Royal Steel had always been stable. There were strict regulations on the data collected, but now all that seemed to be thrown off the window."Yes, Mam" Secretary Warren excused herself.Halton stood there with a puzzled look on his face. "Why would you need all of these details?"Alexandra rolled her eyes. "You don't understand do you?" Halton shook his head in a no."There is a possible chance that my DEAR mother has implanted some spies in here. I will find out all of them and throw them out before they get in my way."She stated calmly. Halton couldn't figure out what was goi
Before entering the conference room Alexandra pulled Halton closer to her and whispered something. Halton looked baffled at first then nodded and left.The people present in the conference room held their breath, they looked a bit tensed and some were curious who is going to their boss.Except for secretary Warren, no one was informed who their boss was, and assumed they would be greeting Anastasia Roberts.With a charming smile, she entered."Greetings ladies and gentlemen"There was pin-drop silence in the room. One, in particular, looked as if he was seeing a ghost. Alexandra turned her head towards James Wilson, her sharp feline eyes ridiculed at the man's state.'Look at this baffled Buffon.' He rubbled his tensed receding forehead and gulped. He turned to the person next to him to avoid her piercing stare."What is this? I was hoping for a warm greeting but all of
"You've been fired for sexually harassing your subordinate."James Wilson's face as pale as a paper, people around him gave him accusing looks. Like they are seeing the most disgusting thing, but they already knew about his wrongdoings. They didn't want to fall victim to Alexandra's offence.Beads of cold sweats tickled down James Wilson's spine."Did you not know that you cannot touch women's bodies like that? or did you think that was part of your job?" Alexandra asked stroking her chin. "It's a heinous crime in case you didn't know." James lowered his head.Alexandra knew where this man's audacity came from. He was quite good at winning people's interest, and Gabriel had backed him. Even the woman had complained against him, no action was taken and no one believed her.The woman was tormented by Gabriel's men to keep her mouth shut. Alexandra would be a failure as a CEO and as a woman if she didn't provide the wom
It was the middle of the night, her room immersed in silence. Except for the large clock ticking, nothing was heard as each second passed by.She felt like she was pushing herself closer to death. Again, she couldn't sleep. She stared at the door and a voice stretched into her ears.(You couldn't save him) 'Why?' She thought. She couldn't shut down her nightmare even when she opens her eyes. (No one loved you) "It's not true he loved me." (No he didn't he only pitied you)"He loved me! Shut up!" She pulled her hair, as tears rolled down from her cheeks. "He loved me and yet..."She got up from her bed and aimlessly walked on the corridor. She hugged herself from the cold breeze. 'Where should I go?' Her legs led her to a pink door with cherry blossoms beautifully painted on it.She twisted the doorknob and walked in, the room was vivid because of the moonlight, and as she walked in, memories rush through her like a breac
(The following Chapter contains instances of self-harm. If you are not comfortable with it you can skip the chapter.)Alexandra couldn't comprehend when she had stopped crying, the dried-up tears on her face. The portrait was securely tucked in her arms. Her eyes held nothingness, looking like a lifeless being. If one were to see this they would think of her as a corpse. A beautiful corpse.The first rays of dawn fell upon the window pane and reflected light into the four corners of the room. But she was immovable. Sitting on the cold floor, she felt legless.She somehow got up from the floor, but it was hard to stand on her feet still, she stood because no one will catch her if she falls. She was sure if Aunt Margretta didn't find her in the bedroom she would be worried. The portrait was placed back in its place
A loud crashing of ceramic dishes resounded inside the kitchen. A young maid hurriedly picked up the broken pieces and some of the sharp edges penetrated her fingers. "I am terribly sorry about this!" The maid named Jannet cried. "It's alright, please be careful next time," Aunt Margretta comforted her, but she was in tears. What if the young miss heard of this?! She will lose her job! Her last resort! Aunt Margretta knelt down to help her pick up the broken white plates. The young made was indeed touched by the helping hand. "It's only been a few months since you joined and it's normal to make mistakes. I was in a worse state when I first came here with my mother," Aunt Margaretta comforted her. She was just a twelve-year-old girl when she had served as the maid. Margaretta and Catherine had little age difference, and they were pretty good friends. But, after that incident, Catherine began resenting everyone..
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