Rhys“You can't go in there Sir, he is busy” I heard my secretary protest outside my office and I knew for a fact that I wasn't expecting anyone. I also told her not to let anyone in.Why the door slammed open, Vincent stood glaring at me.“I am sorry sir, I tried to stop him” My secretary, a tall blonde woman with a pretty face apologized, she didn't look sorry at all. She looked angry and annoyed. he must have stressed her. That's usually my reaction to people interrupting my work. “That's okay Vanessa, leave us” She nodded patiently before leaving but not without giving me an apologetic glance as well,Once the door closed behind her I raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing here Vincent,” I asked him.He ignored my question. And I focused on the screen of my computer. If he wasn't going to say anything, he could just stand there and glare at me. I'd rather that than the alternative. I couldn't be bothered with that right now anyway. My mind was too preoccupied with another matte
RhysI kept pacing back and forth in the hallway of the hospital. Grandfather had been in there for too long.Vicent had an eye that was now purple and I could taste blood on the side of my lips but that was nothing compared to what Grandfather's fate was currently sporting. “What did you do my husband? What did you do?” Cory came running towards me as soon as she saw me. But Vincent held her back but that didn't stop her from yelling even at me, despite the stares she was getting, she kept shouting.“You asshole! You are insane you stupid fuck! What did you do?” Her fists were balled and all I could do was stare at her. I was never one to fight with a woman. “You are bad luck, haven't you noticed how everything you touch ends in ruins? You are a greedy asshole” She continued yelling and the anger in me kept growing unapologetically. What did she know about being greedy? I was a lot of things but greedy wasn't one of them.Somehow she managed to slip through Vincent’s grip and charge
RhysThe first time I was called a bastard was when I was five. I didn't know what it meant but I had one of the kids say it to me and I thought it was funny. I laughed a lot. I used to love to laugh so much. I used to have lots of friends. I used to love playing with them. When I turned seven, the kids in the neighbourhood had begun to avoid me, and when I asked me, he told me his mom said I was a “bastard”. It was the first time I realized that bastard wasn't a good word.I had gone home that day to ask my mom what it meant and she just shrugged. “I don't know honey. That's how they talk now, you can’t change it.” She always tried to be comforting because I was her baby boy. But I knew after that day and I began to ask her for my father. One day I came back crying and she knew it had gotten out of hand and the next day we were driving to the next town with bigger buildings.“I don't know her or the child she is with, she's a liar!” The man who I later found out to be my Father yell
DarcyRhys was not home and I couldn't exactly tell what the update was with his grandfather.He had been acting very off and I could recognize the smell of guilt that oozed from him. I didn't care, he wasn't exactly my problem, and the little time I tried to be empathetic, he acted as though I were the problem. My presence was annoying, it just didn't fit in here with his so I let him be.I stared at myself in the mirror and even though everyone thought of how perfect my face was, I could still see traces of my old self. Not all things change, but some do. Like the way I could feel pain somewhere inside me every time I looked into those big eyes, I could see myself staring back at them. My real self, the old one everyone hated.I went for a run because I needed one to come up with the next plan. The whole thing with Jude Madigan had slowed down what was supposed to happen next. On my way back from running, it was around evening around 7 pm and as I ran through the street of estate
Darcy“Be ready before I get back”“Why are we going out just to eat?” Since the previous incident, I was really sure that something was off. I needed to figure out what it was.“Public appearances, Tessa. We need to keep up with that and make it look real”, he explained in the most convincing voice I've ever heard. “Okay... so where is this place again?” “It's a fancy restaurant I went to a few weeks ago, you'll like it”, he smirked slightly.I nodded.When it was time, I took out a navy blue dress I had never worn even though Rhys had already gotten me a dress, I wanted to feel comfortable in what I owned instead of the other way around.It had long sleeves and hugged my body perfectly, I then paired it with nude color heels, which were perfect for walking. I put some earrings in and left my hair down, it always suited my style. Then, I headed out of the door.Rhys stared at me when I walked towards him and I thought something was wrong. He nodded at me and opened the car door for m
RhysShe was a strange woman and I noticed how often she would avert her gaze and how careful she was being. It felt as though the woman in front of me had two personalities fighting to be the one who spoke first because every once in a while they would fight for dominance over each other.I still could not tell how she managed to convince me, maybe it was because I wanted to win Vincent so bad, I wanted to prove to him like one of those numerous times that he was no match for me.I watched the blush spread against her cheeks and how she struggled to hide it with her hair. She looked beautiful, like a porcelain doll, delicate and pale but there was something about her that gave her an unsettling aura. I wondered why she seemed so familiar to me. When she finally looked up, there was a sudden urge to tug the hair that covered each side of her face behind her cheeks and I felt disgusted at myself when my hands clenched into tight fists and the desire to do just that burned inside of me.
Darcy As I hurried into the restroom, my grip on my phone was even tighter as my heart raced.Truly I was not delusional, someone was stalking me and it had to be whoever was wearing that hoodie.The unknown number had texted me a picture of where I was seated at the restaurant that day, but not a name. A text followed, “I see you”.The message freaked me out, for who knew when they would show up? If they were here at this place right now, I didn’t have much time left in front of me, I didn't know what would happen next.As I made it to the restroom, I splashed water against my face, taking deep breaths to steady my nerves before running my hands through my hair. I was grateful that I had not worn any makeup.Somewhere from the corner, I heard a sound that sounded like a slight clutter, and I froze as a chill traveled down my spine. I looked around trying to trace the noise’s origin. As I turned my head toward another direction, however, I heard the same faint noise again, so I slowly
RhysThere was no sign of any form figure wearing a hoodie on the CCTV footage, not even a single glimpse. It was like whoever the person was, he hadn't been there in the first place. Which is pretty much impossible with what I had just witnessed.“What incompetence is this?”I muttered under my breath as the video continued to run. “We are sorry sir” the manager replied, sounding more like he wanted to be doing something else than apologizing to me for whatever it was. “Sorry? Your incompetence got my wife harassed. What if I had not stepped in when I did? How would that have looked? If you are truly sorry, show it!” I yelled at him. “This has got to stop!”I said, shaking my head in annoyance as the video ended. “Find me a CCTV footage that has that figure in or you'll know why you shouldn't mess with a Madigan!” At the mention of my surname, the manager froze. “And one that's clear and has good coverage of the entire event. Otherwise, consider your position gone” I told him before
DarcyI was the first person to leave Rhys' room after our endless night of sex. I didn't want to deal with the aftermath of him leaving me again. He was going to be angry and confused but he could handle it. I knew how we worked together well enough to understand what he wanted from me. I’d get over it eventually, moreover my thoughts were on other things. As I returned to my room, I had a warm bath, I could still smell him around me like some kind of lingering scent. It felt amazing and I needed more. When I stepped out of the tub to dry myself off, an idea came into my mind.Maybe I could go to Cory and offer her a peace treaty in order to gain her trust. She'd probably not believe me but it's worth a try. My heart ached at the thought of the pain I was definitely going to feel if I found her holding my son. I couldn't bear the thought of him being in her hands, it was a constant reminder of what I needed but didn't have. And she wouldn't stop trying to rub that in my face.I
Unknown POV“Can we not leave tomorrow pleaseeeee” my sister pleaded with my mom as she made her way through the kitchen on her way to get us all breakfast.It was the last day of our summer holiday and all we were allowed to do was stay home so we could wake up early the next day to start our trip back home.“Eat your breakfast, Kendall, there will be a lot of other summer holidays” mom said while she finished buttering some bread for herself. She had always been one to baby us and baby even our dad.My parents had lived together since high school. But they decided to separate at college and then they got back together after college and the rest was history. Mom worked in the city office of our town. She was a secretary but also one of the chief prosecutors of a police force in the area. Dad did work in the construction company which meant he spent a lot of time at work and he didn't get out much. He liked it that way, he said it gave him more freedom and he didn' get caught up in
Unknown POV“You haven't said anything, you didn't call me, no text, nothing. I thought we came to a mutual agreement to be partners” The blonde in front of me went on ranting ‘what could have gone wrong this time?’ she seemed to think and her eyes widened like comets when I took another sip from my coffee. I couldn't tell if she was angry at me or just startled because there was so much emotion in her voice when the words left her mouth. It was quite loud for such a small place.I focused on her red lipstick instead on trying to make sense of what she just told me and why she was upset with me. “Nothing new happened” I finally told her after taking a deep breath. She seemed to calm down a little bit but still looked angry enough to kill someone “The deal was that we would come up with something. They seem to be in love and Rhys hates me… I think” Her voice sounded bitter when she mentioned her ex and it made me uncomfortable. “Did you sleep with him?” I asked.Suddenly she looked
Third person POVThere was a feeling of dread within Mr Stark, the kind that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. It’s so much more than just fear—it’s also confusion, and worry, and maybe even sadness, because if he wasn’t wrong…then something was truly off.First the death of his friend had come as shocking news to him, one that had nearly shattered the stability that Stark had left in his life. Jude had not just been a friend, he had saved his life multiple times and was someone close to his heart. He had become an older brother, a mentor, a confidant, a partner. But most importantly, he had been a mentor—the one who had taught him all about law, and life, and things that he still didn’t get the hang of like golf.He couldn't imagine how the world would feel without Jude. Without his constant smile and endless encouragement, he would have lost his way long ago. His presence brought life into Stark’s life when it needed it the most—when everything felt bleak.As Stark w
Third person’s POVWhen Darcy’s mother knew that her attempt of peacekeeping was not working, she had tried other ways which had also not yielded any futile result. Her husband had come in after the plate incident, his face was red with fury, his hands clenched into fists like he wanted nothing more than to strike them against something, someone.Darcy had hid behind her mother’s floral print dress."We can't afford this," his tone was low, dangerous like a snake about to strike, "you didn't raise your child properly, she is wild and tainted by filth." He spat out each word as if it were poison on his tongue."This is my house, the first home we've ever owned," his words had turned hard and bitter like broken glass laying on the and Darcy felt an ache deep within herself that she hadn't known before."You must be sensible," his eyes were cold, calculating, like those of a scientist about to crack some important scientific truth.He had never referred to her as his daughter, then Darcy c
Third Person’s POV“MAMA" she whispered, "can I go out?""Hmm," her mother had hummed in response as she stroked Darcy’s hair, “Is that a yes?” Darcy asked hopefully“No darling”. The answer came with finality.Darcy frowned and pouted and huffed ‘but why?’"Why can't I go out now? Are we waiting for something important to happen." Darcy protested. She was seven but she had always know what she wanted“That's enough Darcy,” her father called her.“But Mama always lets me play outside,” Darcy whined.“You spoiled her,” her father had said sternly to Darcy’s mother.Her mother rolled her eyes at the statement before looking away in shame and guilt, thinking of what to do about her daughter.“Please mama…just once I want to go outside. Just this once” Darcy pleaded.It was as if the whole place froze. The mood in the house changed instantly and everywhere was silent, it caused Darcy to shrink where she sat slightly under their piercing gaze. She knew something bad happened and her mothe
Vincent“That asshole!” I cursed as I smashed the glass across the walk. The child began to cry.“Nicole! Nicole!” I heard Cory scream out. Nicole ran into the living room.“Make him stop crying” Cory ordered. Nicole took the child from her and left.“Can you tell me what is going on? You are overreacting” Cory demanded. She was not happy about being ignored.“The foolish old man did not agree. He rejected my money” I seethed through gritted teeth. “I should have known he would do that. He was always the same. Nothing was ever good enough for him” I continued ranting.“You can’t just expect him to jump on the offer immediately, my dear husband, greatness takes time and effort. You will need to be patient with him. He is still adjusting to your offer. It will take some time”“What if he doesn't agree to it before next week?” I huffed. “I cannot wait a whole week. I am in the market for something soon… Something special” I continued pacing back and forth. “Something that will last...”
Vincent “I wasn't expecting to see you, I just came back from my trip and I promised to reach out to you and your brother next week” He was sitting across the table from me in his house.Cory was right.“Well, it's a good thing I came to you, isn't it?” I asked while taking a sip of the wine in front of me.The man, Mr Stark, who was Jude Madigan’s lawyer and who was also in his late fifties, looked at me with curiosity in his dark brown eyes. His hair was greying and there were creases that made him look less like an intimidating businessman and more like someone whose life was more lived than most people’s.“It is. So why are you here?” he asked, putting down his fork. “Is everything okay?”I put down my glass of wine as well and took a deep breath before I answered “Yeah. Yeah. Everything's fine.”We stayed silent for about fifteen seconds after my statement until Mr Stark decided to break it: “And you're sure? You're absolutely certain that you’re okay?”I nodded.“Good”“Well y
DarcyAs soon as I felt him fill me I sucked hungrily onto his cock, taking all of his length, his head, his thickness. I could feel his whole body shake violently at my ministrations. Then it all went still. He released his content in my mouth and I took all of it panting heavily. His hand found mine and intertwined it with his.“Thank you” he whispered. His breath tickled my earI turned my head towards him so our noses were touching.“You are welcome” I whispered back before leaning up and placing a kiss upon his lips.Maybe he could taste himself there after all.He lifted me up from where I still was in front of him and placed me gently down on the edge of the bed. My back rested upon the mattress, he climbed on top of me straddling my lap. His fingers brushed against my cheek lovingly causing warmth to radiate throughout my entire body as he looked deeply into my eyes and smiled."God, you are beautiful," He said with awe evident in his tone of voice.I smiled shyly "I'm glad y