Roselia’s POVDo you know that feeling of dread when something you’ve planned for years on end, scrutinising, memorising every little thing, paying excruciating attention to detail, withholding patience you don't have just so you could be as sure of it as was humanely possible and then it was all finally coming together but you just couldn't help but wonder that what if someone noticed something unusual and I was caught before the ball dropped. What if Edwin Clifford wasn't where he was supposed to be at the designated time, what if i messed up my part, erego destroying the whole bloody plan?The dread coiled up in my stomach like a snake, it growing more rabid and venomous with my increasing nervousness and anxiety. “Rose!!!”Romina, the Clifford mansion’s head chef yelled my name, snapping me out of my inner turmoil and almost making me slice a finger off along with the diced onions.“Stop being useless over there and bring me the tortilla chips from the freezer, from the one downst
At 6 in the evening, all the kitchen staff had been made to assemble in the ground floor storage room yet again to go over some last minute things. “Wow! The mistress is really going over the top with the preparations, the food, decorations and basically everything. She was even generous enough to gift us these pretty uniforms and aprons,” Leena loudly whispers to me as Romina stands at the head of the group of waiters and chefs, yelling out some instructions. Mrs. Clifford and generous? I don't think so. At least she loved her son though, loved him enough to show others kindness albeit it was for him. I kept my thoughts to myself, not ready to burst sweet Leena’s bubble just yet. She’d started here as a waiter only about a month ago and was already everyone’s favourite. She did exactly as she was told, wasn't mouthy or snarky and was happy to please everyone any way she could. I give her a small smile and just nod along. Leena was a few years older than me but seemingly as gullib
Everyone’s heads turned as the heavy footsteps neared us and one by one the Clifford family’s members took their place. I couldn’t help but stiffen when Waylen Clifford, brother of Edwin Clifford took his place at the head of the table, making me inch away from his chair. Luckily for me, he didn’t spare me a glance.Then Mr. Clifford’s youngest son, Gael Clifford took his seat on the fourth chair of the left side of the table, he was only 11 but had already wielded a gun. Dressed in a tux, the blonde boy looked like the spitting image of his father. Then his sisters, Olive and Lucy sat beside him and closest to the head seat……. my breath hitched so hard, I almost gasped for air. Closest to Waylen sat his brother, Edwin Clifford. Waylen was superior to Edwin in age, wealth and authority but not in cruelty. Other Cliffords along with the other guests took their seats but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Edwin. He was right there, less than a few feet away from me. It took all the self
Derek’s POVShe was thinner than the last time I saw her, she had already been so frail, how the fuck could she possibly have lost more weight?She was taller obviously but still nothing more than a child in front of me. Strands of her wavy, dark blood red hair were tied up in a messy bun which ached to be pulled open and cascade in waves down her shoulders. Her delicate, lean arms were clad in a fitting red shirt and I caught a slight show of prominent collarbones sculpted so perfectly they were fit to be hangars for Gucci clothes and a waist so narrow it could fit in my one hand. I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable but I couldn’t help but behold each and every part of her for as long as I could. Then my mother decided that it was a good time for me to catch up with the gossip of the wives of the mafia and their “very” exciting life and then continued to engage me in some very boring conversation. I nodded at the right moments and mmhed and aahed along.I couldn’t help but frow
Roselia’s POV I had made it past the exit and found the truck I was supposed to escape in. I waved to the guy sitting in the driver’s seat. I half expected him to wave back and then the weirdest thing happened. He poked his head out the window and yelled for the patrolmen on guard. I was so confused for one second but then it clicked. It clicked quite quickly given the circumstances… but not quickly enough.It was a fucking setup.Horrified, I tried to make a run for it, my heart beating so loud, I couldn’t even hear my own pounding steps nor did I hear the shots that were fired until one hit me in the leg and I stumbled to the ground. I tried to get up as blood spurted from the wound in my shin. The bullet had passed through the flesh but still, there was so much blood. I could’ve still made it but the guards were too fast. I was on my feet and almost past the Clifford property’s boundary by the time they got a hold of me.I didn’t struggle as they dragged me back into the mansion
Roselia’s POVMy 5 feet tall body felt like it weighed a 1000 pounds. It felt like I was floating in the air and in place of my brain was a clump of cotton candy. I placed a hand on my forehead, rubbing lightly, trying to dull the ache as I sat up and let out a groan when my back felt like it was being sliced open by a 100 knives. “Put your back against the pillows. It will lessen the pain”, a nurse, who I only now noticed was also in the room kindly suggested. I listened, the fogginess in my brain clearing gradually.I let out a gasp when I realized that I was still in the mansion….. and alive.“No, you don’t have to….”, I resisted but the nurse straightened and fluffed the pillows behind my back anyway.I laid back and almost fell asleep again against the silky covers,” That’s actually a lot better, thanks.” The nurse frowned at me, placed a bunch of tablets on the nightstand, instructed me on how to take them and then left without another word.I rubbed a hand against my eyes and
Derek’s POVShe was curled up on the floor, hands tightened around her knees to make herself as small as possible. Her big brown eyes looked up at me. Her mouth scrunched up in annoyance as if I was the last person she wanted to see. She might have everyone in my family fooled but I knew she wasn’t the one who poisoned me.Anyone else would’ve missed it but I could see her eyes shine with relief when I walked in. Her face relaxed and she almost gave herself away but it was only for a mere fraction of a second before her blank, disappointed mask was on. It disappeared so quickly, I almost couldn’t even be sure if it had even been there in the first place.She might not have been the one to add poison to the food but she certainly was doing a good job of acting like she did.I needed to get to the bottom of this.She needed to tell me what the fuck was going on. What worried me most was how stiff her whole body was as she anxiously looked everywhere but at me. Her gaze flew to the wind
I felt a painful sting in my eyes. My body ached all over and when I was finally able to wake myself, I found myself to be lying in a pool of sweat. It was dark in the room except for one dim light. What?! My brain was frozen as I looked around the unfamiliar room which was more of a cell than a room. Just one dingy bed that I was lying on and couldn’t muster up the energy to get up from right now. I felt like I’d run a friggin marathon, the way I was aching all over, from head to toe. My head hurt so bad, it was hard to collect my thoughts and form one coherent mental picture or even collect myself to any extent. I suddenly sat up when a sharp pain shot up through my right arm. I could see a small barely there red mark like that of an injection. Did they inject me with something? Oh God?! Is that why….. well, that would explain the cell like room. But before that…. was that a dream? It had to be. But it had felt real. So friggin real. But drugs could make you dream up some cr
"You don't want to stay here anymore, we can leave," Lucian suggested calmly as he walked ahead of Amelia. She didn't mean to refuse to help but she just couldn't stand Yolanda's arrogance anymore. "Amelia?" Jasper walked in from the outside. Ignoring everyone's staring, he grabbed Amelia's hand and said, "May I have a word with you?" All of a sudden, Jasper had grabbed her and before she could even break free, he was already pulling her away. "Mr. Jasper, don't you think we should be more careful about what we do and say in public?" Lucian said coolly as he maintained his grip on Amelia's other hand. Jasper looked a little embarrassed. He released Amelia's hand and bowed his head to apologize. "Sorry, Lucian. I forgot my manners. I was in a hurry." "If you're here to ask my wife to be your fiancée's bridesmaid, you'd better save your energy. I just don't want my wife to be aggrieved anymore." Lucian was acting as if it was his responsibility to protect Amelia. But the irony was
The party was still going on at the Mo mansion. The crowd gathered and everyone enjoyed the beat of the drums. The wedding cars were decorated with bright red roses and dolls hugging each other on the front. Amelia felt quite uncomfortable at the sight of the red roses. Soon, the main wedding car arrived and it pulled over in front of the Mo mansion. Jasper got off the car. He looked absolutely refreshed and joyous in his beige suit. He was laughing merrily. The word "groom" was written across his chest. Amelia stood behind the crowd and watched the man she had once loved accept congratulations for his marriage. Amelia was quite a vision in her red coat, with her long curly hair, and made-up face. Needless to say, she stood out amongst the crowd. As his eyes swept through the crowd, Jasper found Amelia standing in the distance. The smile on his face disappeared at once. He bowed apologetically to the people surrounding him before walking towards Amelia. "Amelia, thank you for comin
Are you hungry? I'm going to cook." Amelia was surprised when she heard herself say this. Lucian, who had just closed his eyes, opened his eyes and asked in disbelief, "You can cook?" "A bit. Of course, rich people like you don't really care for the home-cooked meals that I know how to make. That's OK. I cook for myself," Amelia hurriedly explained. She was easy to be softhearted and couldn't bear seeing someone exhausted in front of her. It was her instinct to take care of others. Lucian raised the corners of his mouth, not saying a word. He couldn't stop himself from smiling. After Amelia familiarized herself with the kitchen, she finally grabbed all the ingredients she needed and started preparing. Lucian was still in the living room. When he smelled the food Amelia was cooking, he felt as if his exhaustion had disappeared. He stared at the clock, lost in thought. He felt like he was in a time loop-like it was five years ago and he would stand by the kitchen door, hands in his
Amelia thought that she wouldn't be able to sleep well since it was her first time sleeping there. However, to her surprise, she had a pretty good sleep that night.It was a Monday so Amelia was just getting ready to go to work. When she headed downstairs, her phone started ringing it was a message from Courtney. She was worried because she didn't see Amelia at the bar that night. Amelia quickly texted back. When she raised her head, she found Lucian standing in front of her and staring at her.Amelia was a little stunned and her face flushed out of embarrassment. Lucian was wearing a nice, crisp suit. His other hand was clutching an expensive-looking leather briefcase while the other was shoved in the pocket of his pants. He looked quite handsome."I've made some arrangements. You don't need to go back to your old job anymore. From now on, you're going to be working at the Zhan Group with me," he said plainly. He then glanced at her from head to toe and added, "Your clothes are in th
As a lesson from her drunkenness, Amelia decided she wasn't going to believe everything Lucian said which she thought was reasonable."Why are you staring at me? Just order the food." He stared at Amelia who seemed mad."Stop talking." Amelia sat down with her hand on her forehead. She was a mess right now as her head was still spinning from everything that happened this morning."All right. After dinner, I'll take you to the mall. If you don't want to go shopping, just tell me your sizes and I'll ask someone to buy some clothes for you." After the dishes were served on the table, Lucian took his chopsticks and began eating. 'My sizes?'Amelia hugged herself immediately and said warily, "I have my own clothes to wear. You don't need to worry about me!"Lucian looked up and said in a mocking tone, "No one would steal your clothes even if you threw them out in the trash. Since you're now my wife, you need to change your clothes. What you have right now is too shabby and people might tal
The car left the rich and noble villa district and drove off to Amelia's rented apartment.Amelia didn't really plan on going back to that place at all. Staying in that apartment, she would think of Jasper, which made her feel really sad. But she had no other choice. There was nowhere else for her to go.Upon pulling up in front of the apartment complex, Amelia acted completely snobbish towards Lucian. "Mr. Lucian, my home is just in front of you. You can drop me off here," she said.'We're only a couple by virtue of a contract. There's no need for him to actually pretend to be my husband and escort me all the way inside,' she thought.Lucian looked around and saw that there were no residential buildings around. "Our agreement says that I am your husband," he said to Amelia with a thoughtful smile on his face. "Perhaps, I should walk you to the door," he continued. Amelia shook her head. "It's true that we made an agreement, but we really don't have to keep up with this husband and wi
The bedroom was finally quiet, much to Amelia's relief. Her heart had started beating a mile a minute when she saw the cold look on Lucian's face. Her ivory-colored face flushed like a porcelain doll. Noticing that she clenched her fists tightly, Lucian figured she might have become way too nervous. So he put on a smile and said, "They've already left.""Uh..." Amelia answered softly. She opened her eyes wide and asked anxiously, "Where are the photos? Give them to me!"She reached out her tiny hand toward him, looking petite and small as if she was a doll. She had her eyebrows knitted together, which made her difficult to take seriously as she only looked like an angry child."I am very helpful and this is just the start. Plus, if you agree to become my wife, I'll keep these photos and I promise you that no one else is going to see them." Lucian looked at Amelia and flashed her a knowing smile."What did you just say?" Amelia collapsed and shouted. "You bastard! Stop trying to fool m
The next morning, the room was washed by the bright sunlight. The beautiful morning in the luxurious villa was awakened by a rush of footsteps."Mr. Lucian, Mr. Lucian, wake up!" The butler tried to wake up Lucian who was still in a deep slumber. After staying up late last night, Lucian struggled to open his eyes in the morning. Yet, eyes half-open, he could spot the middle-aged man sitting in the wheelchair with a solemn face. "Lucian, what are you doing?" A sharp female voice broke the silence of this morning and woke up Amelia who was still suffering from hangover."Oh my God! My head hurts." Amelia touched her head and sat upon the bed. Slowly she opened her eyes and was dumbfounded. Amelia looked around to explore the unfamiliar setting. She felt rather intimidated to be surrounded by a middle-aged man and woman. With much difficulties Amelia found her voice back and said, "Where am I? Why am I here?"Her words made all the heads in the room turn towards her. They looked more sur
Amelia was welcomed with harsh winter winds biting into her skin as soon as she stepped out of Jasper's villa. Suddenly, Amelia realized that she was wearing thin clothes. She clenched her hands, and her eyes were sore. Soon, a pearl of tear dropped from the corners of her eyes.Amelia didn't feel sad for Jasper's betrayal. Rather, she felt hurt as she thought about the cherished moments she spent with him in the past five years spent. What she had considered to be most precious turned out to be a mirage.After wandering aimlessly on the streets for a few hours, Amelia was about to go back to her rental house. But when she thought of the room full of memories of her and Jasper, her feet suddenly felt too heavy to move towards that direction. At that moment, she could only think of her friend, Courtney. Amelia then called her to share this bleak incident with her friend."Oh my God! Who is this, calling me on this special day? Haven't you gone out on a date with Jasper? How come you ar