It was afternoon break and Halton grabbed a can of soda from the vending machine, after hours of pacing back and forth from the office this will be a reward for his hard work.
"Are you free right now, Mr Miller?" Halton turned around to see Jane Warren standing behind him with a sweet smile.
"Yeah...is there anything I can help you with?" He asked, maintaining polite conduct.
"No, I was just asking if it's alright for us to have lunch together," Jane asked, a blush crept up her face. Upclose, Halton looked even taller and the grey suit couldn't hide his broad features.
Halton thought about it for a moment, since he is free right now. Why not? Plus, he was super hungry as well."I can join you." He answered with a delightful smile that made Jane's heart skip a beat.
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They arrived at a regular restaurant, it was a comfortable place even if it was a little crowded at the moment. Halton pulled
It was hard to respire as a gloom hung in the air during the whole ride to the hospital. Robinson did not care to utter a word of concern. Evan felt like she was riding with a stranger rather than her Fiance.When they arrived at the hospital Emmeline Wright, Evan's mother had already woken up after the stroke. Resting on the hospital bed."Ma, how are you feeling?" Evan asked and she held her mother's weak hand."I am a bit tired that's all, nothing to worry about," Emmaline said, smiling weakly."I was so scared Granny!" A little girl ran and hugged the old woman and she lovingly patted the little girl's head. "There. there. granny is alright now."This little granddaughter of her's was smart enough to call an ambulance for her. Angela nuzzled herself into her grandmother's warmth, such a clingy child. The old woman let out a chuckle. "Aren't you hungry dear? You haven't had lunch."Angela
Rob studied the man's face, he is the same man he had seen at the restaurant. The one Evan aimlessly kept staring at."And you are?" Rob asked, a sudden hostility manifest in his voice."Let. her. go. NOW." Halton repeated in a vile accent.Rob grimaced at Halton's nerve. "This is my Fiancee, I can hold her whenever and WHEREVER I want." Rob held her possessively closer as if he was trying to protect a precious trophy.Halton's ominous expressiondeepenedas he glanced at the faint bruises striped on Evan's wrist. "This is MY woman you are talking about." Intense jealousy swirled inside Halton's eyes, he aspired to mutilate Rob's hands for hurting Evan like that.Halton approached her and snatched her hand, the grip was firm but in a way that wouldn't hurt her. "H-Hal let go of me." Evan pleaded in a low shaky voice, her troubled eyes begging him to go away. Her hands squirmed under the grip of these tw
It was a bright day, the clear azure sky above her, the white fluffy clouds silently levitating by. The pleasant weather contrasted the disarray of the Roberts Group right now. They must be running back and forth in panic at their loss of millions of dollars in a single night. It is truly a shame to not being able to see Gabriel's panic-stricken face. Alexandra smiled wickedly at the thought. She was seated inside the glass Pavillion situated amidst the garden. Sipping the camomile tea; breathing in the fresh-- fragrant air of bloomed flowers. All of the red roses in her garden were demolished and replaced by pure white ones. Her hate wasn't borne towards the red roses, it was borne towards that monster, Edward Morgan. The tea tasted metallic this time...and bloody. A bead of blood had trickled down from her nose, diffusing into the tea, followed by another drop. She frowned and placed the defiled tea on the table. Taking a clean handkerchie
After a few minutes of contemplation, Jonathan gathered the guts to knock on the door. Not wanting to get scratched again, he patiently waited for an answer. "Come in." A silvery feminine voice beckoned. He opened the door to find Alexandra sitting on the chair facing the vanity mirror. Busy blow-drying her damp hair. Earlier, her scalp itched from sweat so she took time washing her hair. Her feline gaze momentarily shifted in his direction as he came closer. "Need help?" He asked, holding her slender shoulders. "Sure." She shrugged and gave him to the hairdryer. Jonathan dipped his long fingers into her scalp, in a smooth stroke. Untangling the midnight black locks, his eyes face a well-disposed expression with a touch of amusement. Alexandra briefly closed her eyes, accepting the relaxation that came with the massage. He stared back at the vanity mirror, seeing her nod off. This ferocious woman turned peac
Milan, Italy Jordan stirred and groaned as the phone kept buzzing for attention. She cast a droopy glance at the wall clock. It's 3 AM! Who the fuck would want to call her at this hour!? Jordan tilted to the beautiful naked woman sleeping soundly next to her. Detaching the feminine hand that groped her breast, she veered her legs onto the floor. She reached the floor, grabbing the bathrobe and wrapped it around her naked body. "Bro it's like 3 AM! why are you up this late?" Jordan chided in a hoarse voice. She stood on the topmost floor of the presidential suite of the largest hotel in Milan. From this point, the entire city fitted in one frame. "I am a father now." Halton slurred, sniffing aloud. "Jesus! You really are drunk!" Jordan groaned, she had fallen asleep less than an hour ago. The tempting bed beckoned her to lay on them and slip into la-la land. She was requested for a so-called important meeti
The next morning, Alexandra had woken up at the brink of dawn. Her vision greeted the sleeping man on the antique sofa, facing the ceiling with his arm resting on his steadily heaving chest. She threw the blanket off her body, a cold gust spread over, goosebumps broke out on her sensitive skin.She shifted to the wide-open Balcony door, another gust of wind invaded through the open space.Still, in her pyjamas, she walked up to follow the fresh air. Dusky Indigo sky above her veiled the light, but not completely. It was enough for her sharp eyes to scan the vast property.Her hot breath tangled with the cold air, forming a white cloud. Since these past few nights, her sleep had improved, unplagued by nightmares and recurring bad memories. Is it because her appetite was back? Or is it because her body is at the recovering stage?She would occasionally forget to take her pills, even the ones for stopping nosebleeds. She must have eaten mor
Evan placed the breakfast on the table, now she had to wake Angela. She opened the pink door and smiled at her little Angel sleeping peacefully on the bed. Hugging her favorite Elsa plush toy. Evan patted the sleepy head. "Baby, wake up you have school today." Angela groaned, burying her head in the soft pillows. "I can go tomorrow." Evan chuckled and wrapped her arms around Angela's shoulders. "You can't skip school Baby princess." Evan chided playfully, sweeping Angela's messy hair off her face. Angela refused to open her eyes, stubbornly pretending to sleep. Evan crept her fingers up to her stomach, causing Anglea to release loud giggles. "Mama that tickles! Not fair!" Angela whined, wrapping her arms around Evan's neck. She planted a morning kiss on her mother's cheek. "Don't you want to meet your new friends?" Evan asked. "They can wait." Angela pouted and wrapped her tiny legs around Ev
"What is this bed doing here?" Jonathan asked, stupefied. They had their dinner at night after Jonathan came back. He entered the room to find a Full-Size bed next to her King-sized one. "Sleeping on the couch must be uncomfortable for you, so I told your men to bring another bed here." She said. The couch was too narrow to accommodate his large stature. So it would be wise for him to sleep on a bed. "Why don't you let me on your bed instead?" He asked with a cheeky smirk. "If you want to get stabbed in your sleep. Sure" She threatened with sadistic amusement. He braced his mouth together at that. If she wanted him to sleep on a bed, forcing him into the guest room would be a better idea. But instead, she permitted to share her room with him. Is she being concerned about him? "I want to hug you." He said, spreading his arms as he inched closer to her. "Stay back." She snarled, standing firm, ready for an attack.
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