&+-+-+-+-+---+-+---+--+-+-+---+---+------ Shawn?? Is the man dressed in a black suit Shawn? His eyes were still the same, and so was his way of whispering my name. What was he doing here? Did he invite me here to get me murdered? "What are you saying? I am smiley," I let out my breath which I was holding from utter shock. He smirked at my response and whispered to me again, " I know you are Ashely Brooke!" "You. You invited me here?" Why would he invite me here? Oh, why I am announcing it as inviting? When the manager didn't ask about my concern. "No," he was as firmed as he was before with no sentiments in his eyes as he has been deprived by the evil society. "So why I am here?" I was still moving my waist with the flow of rhythm in any case the other decided to do something. "How do I know? I was here for a business deal and then the man who was going to sign the papers wanted to affectionate me, so he must have arranged you for that!" "What do you think you are explain
-+-+-+-+-++-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+--+-+-+-++ Before I could smash his head, Shawn appears at my side. "Mr Stockholm?" He tapped on his shoulder. He was anxious and cursed him under his breath. "What?" "This is for you!" Then Shawn smashed a bottle on his head. He lost his balance and fell to the floor with a thud. "What's wrong with you? What if he does?" I was resisted and afraid to find his body on the floor, the blood was raging in me making me weak on my knees. "Shhh. Nothing is going to occur. We just have to move fast!" He took my hand and clutched it too tightly around his arm. "What if he dies?" "What if the police charged us with his murder?" "Are you listening to me or not?" I was babbling too much to rectify what occurred. Everything around me started floating making me nervous and my heart was jumping in my chest making me weak all over again. This is a do and dies situation. Some people will run from here while hiding their heads in shame, some will disappear from
-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- I reached home at almost midnight, even the tall buildings were ready to sleep, everywhere I could roam my eyes were dark; darkness spurring the world. Without making noise I unlock the door and slide in to find my mouth asleep. Her body was becoming paler day by day, making it obvious to me that she needs medical treatment. The money which I was supposed to receive from pretending to be his fiancee was never given to me. Neither I do have any savings. I have to do something by next so that I can give her the best treatment in the world. After deliberating all the aspects I fall onto the bed with heavy eyes. I could have been raped today! Could have been died And could have been charged with murder Was that man alive or dead? I have no idea what is about to occur and what to do to change my situation, I lay down on the bed and stared at the blank ceiling. Maybe I need to find Mr Stewart, he can guide me on what to do, how to enable
-+-++-++-++-++-+--+-++-+++-++-++-+++-++-+ A mission in my mind and a determination in my eyes, yes that's what I was thinking when I started walking on the road. I know that I have no job as of now but it's not going to take forever to find suitable employment for me. However, before anything else, I have to find Mr Stewart. I have no idea where I go and find him. I cannot go to Jensen's industries and declare myself as Ashley Brooke, definitely not! When I want to live at least ten years more. I saw the huge banners of Sophia and her digital appearance on the buildings. She is getting more fame than ever before, I can see that she has become a big name now. Especially in the absence of Blake Jensen, did she leave that day when I insulted her? Or did she manage to plan something extraordinary? I walked by and saw the paparazzi, they went crazy specifically for a particular limo. The crowd was gathered around as they have never seen a limo before, everyone was hooting, there must
-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-++(-+-+-+ It lasted only a second for me. I have tried anyway to shield my face from my hair, so he would no longer be kissing me. With all the history with Mr Jensen, I don't want to create another mockery of my life with Mr Stewart. He gave me his blazer to shield me from the paparazzi's cameras, I borrowed it anyway to hide my real identity if only I would be able to find Blake Jensen, aspects would have been different. He clasped my hand with him and guided me to come inside the building. We were walking side by side, our arms were brushing with each other making me shudder in horror again. I could feel the glances of everyone around me. They must be believing I am Mr Stewart's girlfriend. Some girls were flickering to stare at us, while some were simply furious to even think. However, I tried to remain calm as much as possible to keep my posture low, I am not going to intrude publicly on anything to make matters even worse. Besides that,
-+-+-+-+-+-+-+++++-++-+++++-++-++++ Silence! Absolute utter silence! The silence could kill anyone including me. The silence is terrifying to me. I have seen the movement in his body, the lines were created on his face. And his orbs were diluted for a second before they went normal. "Who is Mr Jensen?" He raised one of his eyebrows directing me to ask nothing in the name of Jensen's But the last time I checked, he was in his building, they both are big businessmen. "Mr Blake Jensen," I let out a whisper, taking his name after a long time, out my body into feeling jittery. "Haven't heard about him yet," he started reading the paper which was inside the black file. "And about London?" My voice became quirky, hard to comprehend anything about life. "Yes Ms Brooke, I still remember you left your dinner and ran away, " he narrowed his eyes. Ouch! That hurts! I did wrong to leave him, to get back to that furious man who is missing now. When I didn't say a word to him as I was
-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+++-+-+-+-+-+-+-++- - When I was a little child, I used to think beauty is what we see on television, and I used to believe that I can never be beautiful enough to match their standards but when I found myself getting a makeover, I realise everything is fake from hair to a nail and no one can do anything about it. perhaps, it's about our perception too, we stare at those things which we find brilliant, doesn't matter what it costs to develop them. "What are you doing? Sit straight?" I heard Sam's thrashing voice bleeding my ears. I was seated in a straight posture but he was not satisfied, he thinks I am a clown or at least he wants me to become a clown. "Your shoulders are too wide, your lips are too plump, your eyebrows look like a forest, and your hair? From how many days you have not washed them?" I opened my mouth to revert him but his deadly glare made me silent again. "Don't you dare to open your mouth, I am working on you, " I have not uttered a sin
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- For a second my breath got hitched and my eyes went wide when I saw the image of Blake Jensen in front of my eyes. he was as devilish as he was before, the spark in his eyes was more glorious now, and a relevant smile was spread across his face. the stubble around his jaw was telling me he had not slept in the previous night. His eyes were darker than sparky and I felt a tint in my heart just looking at him with the concentration demanding. "Blake? Is that you?" I almost whispered his name and felt it on my tongue after so long, the way he was staring at me with concentration made me jump in my heart. "Why? Were you expecting someone else?" The sudden transpiration of tone made me quirky even more. "What do you mean?" I raised my eyebrows and pointed my gaze toward
-+-+-+-+-+++++-++--+-++++---+++one month laterIt's been one month since the day he confessed what I was not expecting from me. It's been one month since I finally stood up for myself and listened to my heart. It's been one month of revelations and actions performed. our story started from the day he landed his eyes on me at the cafeteria where I was working and from that particular moment he got infatuated with my presence about how can I not get affected by his persona.and later when we met each other at that hotel he wasn't able to keep his eyes away from me. though he had Sophia with her still he wasn't able to control his sentiments. or maybe just say he was attracted to me and he wasn't able to accept the fact that I didn't find him alluring to my eyes.what occurred between us and the incident which changed my life wasn't what he was planning to do so. and later when he got the opportunity to perfectly use his power he did it perfectly.he did expect that if I was near him I
-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-++--+--+-+-+-+-+-+-- I was clueless about my future. Maybe I will run away from here and never look back again and maybe I will never forget what happened to me. I know he will not come after me and why I was expecting him to run after me? I don't even have any clue why I am burning inside. these touches, these marks will fade away but what about the marks john has given me on my soul, what about the scarcity I was feeling for blake Jensen? and what about the life I am living? my mother is almost dead because of me! several people are injured right there because of me and what the hell I did do? I did nothing! absolutely nothing! I had no idea where I was going, the wind around me was in devastation it was changing too in all the parameters in the night, and the moon was covered in shadows alarming me that it is going to rain soon. there was mud around me which was sulking my feet. I wasn't able to see any lights, it was opaque everywhere around, I don't kno
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was a moment of getting into delusion forever, it was a moment of breaking through the edges. he had blood on his lower lip as it was brutally cut and furnished in hell. my eyes were heavy as an ocean not ready to wake up at any moment but when he called my name again to depict to all the almighty that he is here something strange erupted in my chest, a volcano arouse in my eyes and I screamed as I have never screamed before. something flashed in his eyes, it was crystal clear from his rage, from the fuming actions that he wanted to kill Stewart. and maybe he was going to kill too. "look who is here? the fucking Blake Jensen, ha! what do you think Jensen you can save this darling from me? well sorry to break your bubble she is mine not yours now go away otherwise my army will kill you!" "don't you dare
------_-------------------++----------------+-------------------- "I will leave Blake Jensen in shred by making you mine," these were the words of the man who used to behave like a gentleman and now look at him what is he doing. if he is man enough then why shouldn't he fight with his competition blake Jensen eye to eye. why is he using me to furnish his good for nothing plan? I saw his eyes when I was trying to get myself from the knot of the rope, the knot was hard for me to even strangle, but I had to do it anyway to get myself free. I stomped my leg in anticipation of horror and I hate myself; I hate myself for shedding a tear, and I hate myself for sobbing. the tears were dead on my skin they have mixed with the blood of my heart, if only my hands were free I would tell this good for nothing man to get lost. if only my life wouldn't have all these affections in my life. I was trying anything to create a distance when I failed miserably in losing the ties when he almost ripped m
-+-++++(+-+-+++--+--++++++++++++++--+++-+ Am I dead? Or am I alive? I can't see anything, everything is black around me. My head is spinning in circles and my breath was short too to think of anything else Maybe my face was covered and my hands are crushed too in a rope. I was only capable to hear what was transpiring around me, and I have no idea why I am believing that I am in major trouble. Trouble is not just a small word to comprehend my feeling, I am in big trouble because I have no idea where am I I remember was about to go to my house to meet my mother so can we run away from this good for nothing state which only gave me horrible memories, which only made me more miserable in all the scenarios. I was about to leave New York to go to Alaska where no one can find me as I decline to be just another girl to blame Jensen and I decline to be a pawn of John Stewart.However, I didn't understand who took me here in my numbness. I wasn't able to see anything, wasn't able t
-!-+-+&+-+-+-+&+-+-+-+-+&+-+-+-+-+- John Stewart wasn't the man I was thinking he would be. His father never gave his name to him and Stewart is his mother's last name. His mother was a secretary who was accepting income from the owner of Jensen's Industries. He had the only mission in his eyes to snatch the whole empire from the only son of the owner, the one and only Blake Jensen. On the first day when he embarked on his presence in Jensen industries, Blake didn't know who he was, nor anyone from the office premises knows what he was doing and who he was as he came under the disguise to monitor the workings. He kept his keen eyes on everything related to him to conclude that he has a very sophisticated image in the media and to ruin him he simply has to crush his image along with Jensen's industries. He planned the explosion in London because there was no way left for him to defeat him in business and to get things done he crossed his limits. He planned the most harmful thing f
-+-+++-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-++++++(++++-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- The car halted and made me almost jump from my seat. Outside the weather was not tempting, maybe a storm is about to come to divert our lives. His eyes were still dark and captivating from that moment when I took him by surprise by doing what he didn't expect me to do. To be honest I had to do anything to divert his mind and nothing is better than doing this. He cleared his throat and unlocked his seat belt, I glanced outside and revised we were outside the hospital. And what are we doing here? Does he secretly want to kill me? I didn't realise when he stepped outside and knocked on the window to ask me to come outside. I sheepishly without thinking anything else opened the door but forget to realise that rain has made the road wet. The muddy road was too wet and I lost my balance, I know I am going to fall hard on the ground to my butt. Nevertheless, I didn't fall, he saved me from falling onto the muddy ground. The only dilem
-+-+-++++++--+-+-+++-++++;+-+++-+ "He wants to snatch what is mine and you are one of them," these words are not just words these are emotions for me, these syllables were more dangerous than this man who was standing at the corner lurking outside the window, glancing at those tall buildings as I don't exist anymore. Did he just say that I belong to him?? And what does that even mean? Did he want to say that I was an employee and I cannot be his rival's employee anymore? And did Mr Stewart do such a remorseful thing to my mother? How can I trust you, Blake Jensen? When you left me dying in London when you didn't care about me to find out if I am dead or not then how can I trust you now? I cleared my throat and took a step ahead near to his existence when he was engulfed in smoking a cigarette, maybe I should also advise him that if he wants to die he can die by my hands rather than this smoking. "I want you to give me the evidence!" I could sense his shoulders were tensed so wa
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- When I was a child I used to watch people walking toward multiplex to watch movies and I used to stare at them all the time when children like me were walking with their parents to live their life the fullest I used to build dreams of my own that maybe one day I will be capable enough to do what I want. And when I listen to this man who is making me believe that my life has more twists and turns than a reluctant movie. What he is saying is beyond my thoughts, the statement he has made is ridiculous enough to let anybody know that this is a lie. How can Mr Jensen be related to Mr Stewart? If he would have been his half-brother they would have the same surname besides Mr Jensen lives with his father and Mr Stewart doesn’t! Or maybe they have the same mother that’s why Mr Jensen doesn't talk about it anymore. However, this must all be rubbish and this can’t be true, he’s