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..
Jonathan was getting impatient as each second passed by, he was peeking at his watch every minute. He was early for the meeting today and it was about the project about the construction of the Star City Building. That wasn't the reason why he was there, he wanted to see her...And also wanted to apologise for his rudeness at the boutique, he had misunderstood her for another woman.He was indeed ashamed of his behaviour but under normal circumstances, he was a rational person who wouldn't jump to conclusions, but this woman was making his so-called rationality thrown out of the window.But one thing that annoyed him was that there were also other companies who were offering their proposals for the company. He had prepared the draft himself so there wasn't a single error related to his project. He wanted her to choose him.His heart skipped for a moment when she stepped inside the lobby. She smoothly ran her fingers through her wild rav
Jonathan looked as if he had won the lottery, he was confident that she would accept his proposal but what made him more delighted was the fact that she smiled at him. It was so charming and also heartwarmingly real."But if it's about the location we can change it!" Mr Davies cried. Alexandra gave him an unimpressed look."Your company is an overall failure, the expenses you are suggesting are high as it is, and we do not have eyes for burdens, therefore, I terminate the corporation between Blue Diamond and the Royal Steel.""But please reconsider-" He ran towards her pleading but Halton stopped him before the fool could get close to her."Meeting Adjourned" She declared. She and the rest of the members got up from their seats. They mocked Blue Diamond and its pathetic representative.Jonathan was impressed by her strategies. These kind of people are hard to come by and the confident aura made her look superior altogether, on
"Why are you so mean to him, Alexie?" Halton asked who was driving. He was genuinely feeling sad for Jonathan, the poor man he had to fall for Alexandra. She was busy munching on her CupCakes in the backseat. She swallowed and answered."I wasn't being mean I was just telling him to keep his distance from me," she said and stuffed another cake. She wasn't feeling hungry this morning but for some reason, she began craving for snacks to satisfy her sweet tooth."You went a little too overboard this time. You shouldn't have made fun of him in front of subordinates," He reasoned. His little sister now has no consequence of her actions."And you laughed like a horse on cocaine back there," She retorted."Um..ugh..that's because it was funny," He shamelessly explained himself. He shouldn't have laughed like that, he also had a burst of contagious laughter as well by which he is embarrassed to this day."You are the one who laughed at his
Jonathan leaned back on his leather chair turned to look at the view of tall skyscrapers. One building, in particular, grasped his attention, It had the symbol of a proud lion staring right into his bear. He wondered what that tigress was doing right now. She looked quite entertained by making fun of him, if it was someone else then the person would already suffering in the pits of the hellish underworld."Alexa...Alexandra..." He chanted the name like he was under a spell. "Why didnt you tell me?"He caressed a braided wristband in his hand, it had two charms attached to its cerulean fabric. It had worn out during these years but he kept it as a precious treasure. "Why don't you remember me?"He held longing in his eyes. He closed his eyes for a moment and slipped into memory lane.There was a picture of a little girl in his mind. Her eyes were as magnificent as the radiant sun. The most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. Those eyes had imprinted deep inside
"Am I too late...." He asked himself, she had told him not to be and she said she would wait but now nothing seems to work.He fiddled with the braided bracelet, thinking of a way to pursue her even if it's late because he will never give up on her. He can't give up on her because his heart won't let him. While he was pondering on a way on how to woo her his phone rang, it was his brother Jacob."Hello, big bro is it true that you like a girl and she rejected you?!" Jacob instantly blurted. Jonathan didnt want to answer this question, but he had no choice because his brother is a persistent little bastard."Yes.""Who is this lucky um... I mean unlucky woman," Jacob spoke trying not to laugh. If he did he would have to kiss goodbye to the world. His brother won't kill him, but he knew how to punish him in other ways."Alexandra Winchester," Jonathan spoke nonchalantly."
Halton kept looking at Alexandra through the rearview mirror. She was looking at the window with a frown on her face with her arms crossed. Her face looked as if it intended to kill someone. Her aura was like a knife pointed at his throat. And her amber eyes seemed to have a murderous glint like a lioness ready to strike."Did it happen again?" Halton asked."Yes," She muttered."Do you realize how scared Miss Warren was after seeing you like that?""I couldn't help it," She said that in a grunt."You know it's not real,""But it feels so real," She said. Halton saw the hidden motive behind Jonathan's gifts and why she didn't like them. Jonathan was trying to pursue her. He was regretting driving her away and now he was chasing after her."Why did you have to burn them? it's rude to burn gifts.""Roses have become a taboo for me. The devil used to bring it to me and if could I want to burn
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