Her legs webbed into each other, causing her feet to wobble and trip over each other. Lunging forward and almost hitting the ground, her heartbeat skips, her mind shoots up in alert, waiting for her body to connect with the ground and feel a gruesome pain. A miracle she's still yet to understand, or probably, an invisible angel held her, she balances herself. She stood with her hands in her hair and her legs wobbling in fear. Well, at least her boobs were safe. She throws her phone on the king-sized bed across from her, the cause of her almost experienced tripping, ignoring the content of a message to focus more on the task at hand. In hastened steps and with the shuffling of soft fur slippers against the white fur ground, she moves toward the window that causes the lilac curtains to sway and dance to the tune of the cool night breeze. She cast a quick glance outside at the starry night before moving on to hold the white window handle and close it shut. She definitely isn't in the
The following morning, Dulce woke up with a splitting headache and the sun rays shining brightly upon her face. She placed her hands over her face, blocking out its rays the best she could. “The hell” she cursed as she sat upright on the bed. She looked around her, seeing that she was in an unfamiliar environment as she tried to pinpoint where she was. She tilted her head as she couldn't seem to remember anything from last night. Looking beside her, her hands flew to her mouth as she saw that there was a mysterious man lying on the bed beside her.Thankfully, he was still asleep. She thought. She could proceed now with her grand escape. But what had happened? Dulce looked down at her body and gasped as she saw herself partly naked.“Are you for real, Dulce Florencia?”. She scolded herself while tugging her hair. She just wished the ground could open up and swallow her. First, let's leave here. She thought as she stood up from the bed, searching fervently her clothes.She couldn't
"You and I planned to drug her and sell her off, Gezelle. So just so you, if she remembers it all and starts talking, we're going down together ".With that said, Karina hung up as pissed off Gezelle threw her phone across the room muttering. "F*ck!"Back at the motel, Aspen turned around on his bed. As he slowly opened his eyes, his face broke into a smile as he couldn't remember when last he'd slept this well or slept till it was this late. Yes, 9am was top late for him!. As the CEO of MK incorporations, only one of the biggest company in Alaska that you'd ever imagine, he didn't even have the luxury to sleep at night as the weight of the company was always on his mind. However, he'd slept well last night because of her. That beautiful goddess. He gazed around the room and as expected, she wasn't around. She probably left feeling embarrassed. He thought but damn, it seemed like she'd left her fragrance behind as he could still smell her. He only hoped she was save though as s
Aspen was taken aback by his mother's question."Of course, Mother""Real as in the sense that you can touch and feel her?". Cassy questioned further as Aspen's mind slipped back to the mind blowing sex of last night ."Yes, mother". Cassy heaved haavily as she shook her head. "You've been lonely for so long that you now create an imaginary character to your fitting". She placed her hands over Aspen's. "I'm sorry, my son. I pressured you so many times to go on dates and now, you are a mess"With that said Cassy alighted from her seat as she walked away. "Mother..". Aspen called after his mother. "Rest up son. You'll think better when you are awake"Aspen scoffed ss he couldn't believe that his mother thought he wasn't mentally sound. There and then, he swore to find his damsel, come what may. Back in Dulce's home, she chatted away on the phone with Gezelle. "Anyways, if my Karina calls you to ask if I was at your place you need to cover for me, okay?". Dulce said over the phon
Dulce furrowed her brow, confused. “Congratulations? Happy?” She repeated. “Me? About what? “Yes.” The doctor nodded his head. “You're three weeks pregnant” Dulce could swear she could feel her jaw drop open. Just as the news had dropped, Fiona had walked In, and upon hearing the news, her phone crashed to the ground. What. The. Actual. Fuck. Dulce thought. She asked the doctor to rephrase in case she was just hearing things, but she was pregnant! When discharged, she was grateful for the silence Fiona had graced her with since they left the hospital. She hadn't even walked far away from her ward when she started to feel nauseous as she made her way to the nearest female restroom to throw up. The signs were obvious now. She was pregnant, and for a fucking stranger at that. She wiped her cheeks as her tears rolled down freely. Her life was now a mess. When she was done washing her face and mouth with water, she stepped out of the restroom when she saw Fiona waiting by the door
Dulce fell on her bed, sobbing as she cried her eyes out. The shock from being pregnant had finally gotten to her and for the first time in her life, she was scared. She tossed and turned to hope that the door would just open, and the doctor would rush in and shout surprise. But deep down, she knew it wasn't a joke. It was reality. She didn't even know who the father of the child was. This made her think of the morning, three weeks ago, when she ran out of the motel. Is there any reason to go back there? I hope the man comes back. Even if he did, she had no idea what he looked like. And if she was even lucky enough to find him, no man wanted to be tied down by a baby. It was a one-night stand. The man wasn't interested in her and can't remember what triggered them into sleeping with each together. Maybe to him, she was just a call-girl, and she couldn't blame him. What could a reasonable girl be doing outside at that time of the night? Her eye closed as the door opened, and she si
A WEEK LATERDulce stood in front of her new compound in New Zealand. It's a lovely sight to behold, she had a lawn and neighbors would live quite close. She sighed as she looked up to the sky searching for something, but giving up when her eyes started to hurt. She was tired, hungry, and exhausted. She had gotten off the plane two hours earlier, and she had driven the rental car to an apartment that she had paid for. She didn't tell her father where exactly she was going and she didn't know either, but she compromised by promising to call him every week. That was the only way she had gotten out of the house. Gazelle wasn't happy that she was leaving and tried to question her more about it, but Dulce kept a tight lip about her condition to her best friend. It didn't seem like much, but Dulce decided to keep talking less and less before she let something slip off. If anyone could see them, they would assume that both of them were keeping malice. But Dulce had assured her that they ar
Aspen Mckinney idled with his phone in his limousine's comfort. His hands never stopped visiting every major news site that was in the country. In fact, he had gone through all the major news sites and was searching for the slightest bit of light that shines towards a certain headline about CEO of a certain prestigious enterprise who was caught having an affair with a certain lady. He smirked at the thought of it. Shortly after he left the motel, he vowed to himself that if that Godforsaken manager of his motel did not do what was right for the damn news not to go out, he was going to do everything in his power to pull them down. He had placed certain important calls. He called his lawyers to keep their eyes on the wheels. Whenever a certain strange article about his personal life popped out, they should take very drastic measures to pull down the stronghold of the supposed prestigious hotel. It was not far from his reach. Just a matter of minutes was more than enough for him to do
A month had gone by and everything was finally settling in. Dulce had moved into a new apartment with the kids and their nanny, Cynthia. Her former apartment brought her nightmares."Zig! Olletta! where are you guys?" she yelled. She was trying to get ready for her first date with Aspen and also prepare the kids for a weekend with their grandfather."Over here," Zigfrid called out from somewhere near the stairs, sounding tired. "We can't find Olletta. Have you seen her?""Hang on," Dulce said as she ran upstairs. She opened her bedroom door and immediately saw a pile of clothes on the floor."Mom! Where have you been?! You gotta pick us up in fifteen minutes!" Olletta cried.Dulce sighed. "Look, kiddos, we can't go to the mall today, because of our schedule.""But, it's summer!" Olletta whined."I know. But your grandfather is coming in to pick you and your brother up. Mummy wants an alone time with your dad," Dulce said, trying to convince Olleta. Olletta frowned slightly. "That sou
Eventually, she managed to calm down. Once she did, she pulled away from him. Her tears were still streaming down her cheeks."I'm so sorry for running away, papa," Dulce muttered.He smiled sadly. "It's okay. But, you know you had a choice in all of this. It's not your responsibility to be in this. You don't have to apologize for that," he reassured."I know. I just...," She trailed off."What is it sweetheart?""I mean, I didn't tell you the real reason I left. I just disappeared and I always felt bad about it. Even when I came back, I didn't come to see you.""Why?" he questioned.Dulce hesitated at first before answering her father. " I was afraid."He arched his brow. " Afraid of what?""I was afraid you'd hate me."Aspen, Derek, Cynthia and Mrs Cassy McKinney filed out of the room immediately they saw Dulce and Theodore having a father and daughter moment. They didn't want to interrupt.Once they were gone, Mr. Theodore Florencia approached his daughter once again. He gently car
"Yes ma'am," Cynthia said, her head slightly bowed."Why do you..." she wheezed a little. Cynthia reached out for the water and gave it to her. "Thanks. Now, why do you look like you were used as a punching bag?" She chuckled weakly.Cynthia sighed. "That isn't important right now. We'll talk about it when you're better," she said."Yeah," she replied slowly before coughing. She cleared her throat and swallowed hard. The doctor came closer to check her pulse."Everything looks fine to me. She's awake now and she seems alert enough to understand us. So I'd say it's safe to say she's going to be completely okay," the doctor confirmed. "We should get her discharged in a few days, but I want you to bring her back next week. She needs rest."Derek nodded. "Okay, doc."Dulce stiffened at the sound of a familiar voice. She looked in the direction of the voice and saw Derek and Aspen together and another stranger with them."Uhhh..." she slurred her words."Derek, why... are you here... wit
Theodore was shocked at the turn of events. He couldn't believe that he supported Becker. The very man who was behind his daughter's predicament. He couldn't believe that he almost fell for his bullshit.The thought of strangling Becker crossed his mind. He wrapped his hands in a fist as he paced up and down the court's hallways."Fuck!" he said, muttering under his breath. He was so angry and disappointed that he could hardly see straight. After a few minutes, he calmed down and took in a few deep breaths, attempting to calm himself down from his rage. He didn't want the others to know how agitated he was by the situation. No doubt they'd pity him, and that made him even angrier. "Fuck," he repeated, this time quietly. He ran his hand through his hair in an attempt to clear it out of his eyes.``Damnit, damnit, dammit...I shouldn't have been so easily swayed." The last thing he wanted was to make it seem like he had fallen for Becker's lies.Theodore tried to focus on calming himself
The defence calls Ms Cynthia, the nanny to Ms. Dulce Florencia's children, to the stand," the defense attorney said, beaming with pride.Everyone began muttering among themselves and the courtroom buzzed with excitement and speculation about whom it might be. Cynthia tried her best not to gulp nervously but judging by the glances people were sending her way, she failed miserably.As soon as she reached the stand, a familiar voice erupted from the spectators section. "How dare you show up here without telling anyone?!" The voice belonged to a female reporter. "Are you aware that you are a witness to a crime! I bet you're here for the money!" she screamed angrily."Excuse me?" Cynthia snapped. "What do you mean by that? Did this reporter just assume that I was here because of some money? Do you think this is funny?!" Cynthia yelled furiously.Everyone hushed and fell silent. People stared wide eyed at Cynthia, waiting to see how she was going to react. Cynthia stood there, breathing hea
At the crack of dawn, Cynthia had struggled her way out of bed. She ruffled her hair a bit so she wouldn't be recognized before stepping out of her ward sneakily.As she passed the corner of her ward's hallway, a smooth feminine voice stopped her. Her heart sank to the pit of her stomach."Hey! Checked the patient in Room 3?" the voice asked. Cynthia turned and a nurse stood before her."Uh..." She stuttered."Oh, my bad. I assumed you were a nurse," the nurse said.She smiled kindly at Cynthia before gesturing for her to keep going. Cynthia continued on her way. After a brief moment of hesitation, she slipped into the hall towards her destination.She didn't want to be caught unawares and. so she put up a straight face and walked briskly out of the hospital, avoiding conversations of any kind until she got to the road.She glanced around her and relaxed. No one was here.With an air of confidence, she began walking down the sidewalk. Her mind raced over what she might need to do nex
Ms Linda, I wish I could reveal everything to you but I can't. I'm grateful for what you and your daughter have done for me," Cynthia said, wishing they wouldn't ask her more questions.She didn't know the answer to any of them and she wasn't sure she wanted to. All it did was make her want to disappear even more than she already did. "But, I still have things I need to deal with and I need your help.''The girl's mother nodded, accepting her words at face value."What is it? Name it," Linda encouraged her to speak freely."Well...I don't really know how to explain this..."she trailed off not knowing where to start. "But I need to make a call and I was wondering if you could lend me your phone for a few minutes."Cynthia wasn't sure if they'd agree to her request but she needed to ask anyway. Her life would be in danger if anyone ever knew that she was alive."Oh, Cynthia, of course we'll let you borrow our phones to make a call. How about five minutes? You know you just got up and you
"Oh my goodness!" a young girl of nine years old gasps in shock."What is it again, Maya? See something amusing again?" the middle aged lady questions."Mum, look!" she says and points in the direction of Cynthia. Cynthia was walking haphazardly along the road, clinging on to dear life and praying that a miracle happens. "The poor lady looks like she could use some help.""That's because we're not helping." the girl's mother says, as she drives the car closer towards Cynthia, who was trying hard but failing to hold herself up. "We can't just abandon the lady like that . She looks so helpless," Maya reacts sadly."Yes, yes you can," her mother, Ms Linda warns sternly." I can't believe you right now, mum!" the little girl says sadly before folding her arms. together and looking at her side of the window, not wanting to see her mother drive past the wounded lady without helping.Ms Linda scoffs. "Oh come on! I'm just messing with you. Of course we'll help her. Hopefully she's okay but
"Get up you slut!" one of the thugs said.It had been days since Cynthia was constantly tortured and her body showed proof. The marks on her body were enough to leave scars. A lot of bruises and cuts had formed over time. Her clothes were torn, dirty, and her hair messy. She was just lying there on the floor with no energy at all. One of the thugs kicked her face. "Get up or we're gonna fuck it up!" Another thug said angrily. He didn't mean it seriously though; he was just angry because she wasn't moving. Cynthia looked around trying to gather herself as much as possible but she couldn't muster up any strength. She was still too weak, too exhausted even. There weren't any other options though, so she stayed limp. The thugs grabbed her arms harshly and pulled her up.They threw her across the room. They kicked her once before hitting her in the stomach. Cynthia groaned from pain and tried to curl into a fetal position. She wanted to die right then and there. But if she died then the