"somewhere I've always planned to go?" Leia repeats, she can't help but rack her brain throughly to remember if such a place every existed in her memory. "I'm not sure, do you have somewhere in mind?" She asks back staring at Mark who's finding her in the nightdress quite appealing to his eyes. Mark stares blankly at her, nodding like a puppet as he hands her a magazine, but the magazine lands on Leia's thighs and she stares embarrassed. "Oh, I forgot," Mark says as he snaps his fingers, "you can flip through the pages," he tells Leia who' turns away pouting. Mark's fingers trace down Leia's face as he tucks a strand of her hair behind her ears and cups her cheek with one hand. "Aren't you cute when you're angry," he says to her. With a chuckle he moves Leia downwards quite gently and climbs up the bed. He sits with Leia in between his legs and he holds out the book for her. "I bought this on my way back," he tells her. Leia stares at the cover of the magazine and turns aroun
He couldn't wait any longer. He looks over at Leia's bed and heaves a heavy sigh, "She's asleep now but what will happen when she wakes up?" He questions himself. Mark is losing his senses as he stares at Leia in confusion, although he's made that call he's still not sure what the outcome would be. Would she remember him and all the things he's done to her, or would she not remember anything at all? Whatever the case was, Mark was most definitely not ready for the final results. "Is the car ready?" He questions one of his men at the door. "Yes sir, whenever you're ready," the man replies. Mark stares at the sleeping Leia, it's not even been half a day since he came back and now he'll be leaving once again. "Would you be going out sir? What are your orders?" The man asks.The room is silent for a bit, he shuts his eyes, listening to the silence as he gives his response, "postponed the meeting to one week, tell him, I'll be expecting some good news since and try to speed up the
He could only laugh at the betrayal he's received. "We found your fingerprints on this gun, and from the investigation, this gun belongs to you, we also discovered a photo of you leaving the premises with some bloodied tools, we'll be taking you into custody," they tell him. Mark vividly recalls how little he felt that day. The press swarmed around him like flies, camera clicks with bright lights blinding his eyes, as they cry out to him with questions needing to be answered. "Mr Sky, did you commit murder?" They would ask. Their voice grows louder each minute as they push forward, even subduing the cops to hear what the almighty Sky had to say. Mark with his head down wonders to himself, "Have I been abandoned?"The answer, although obvious, is very difficult for him to admit and Mark stays quiet as the vehicle drives away. The first stage of Mark's hate was denial, no amount of words the lawyers said could convince him to disclose the identity of the killer. "With your order
Filled with rage, and hate Mark began his plan to make his enemies crumble, there was only one person on his list that he had to destroy at this point. It wasn't the man who killed his parents, it wasn't his cousin who stole from him as he claims. It was the woman who abandoned him and put him in this wretched situation. If anything, Make craves to end her life after all the lies she's told him. His regret was falling for it in the hopes that perhaps he too could have that happiness and let go of the past. If it means he could settle down with her by his side, he was willing to believe everything she's ever said to him, his biggest downfall, the cause of his crumple was a simple word he's yearned for throughout his years. "I love you," a confession by a woman who simply mistook a crush for love. "You don't have to get too hasty, I don't mind waiting," the man says as he gets ready to return whence he came this time. "All you have to do is give it a day's thought and talk to one
In the quiet embrace of dawn, the first rays of sunlight filter through the curtains, gently nudging Leia from her slumber.Her nose wrinkles in annoyance as the light pierces through her closed lids.She nearly scowls when her messy hair is gently pulled by Mark who stands by her bedside, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips."Leia?.' he says with a cheery voice. The woman feels like using her pillow to smother him. No one should be that happy before noon. It's very offensive to Leia's early-morning sensibilities.The Man, completely indifferent to Leia's murderous intent, continues to tug at her hair. "Come on!." He says with a childish pout. "Wake up, sleepyhead," he coaxes in a sing-song voice, the words a lilting melody in the tranquil room.He tugs again and this time the woman finally moves.Leia groans, her brow furrowing as she opens her eyes. She immediately shuts them back when they are assaulted by the light."It's too bright!." She hisses. The man rolls his eye
Leia blinks a bit in bewilderment before her gaze flickers between Mark and the pill bottle, uncertainty clouding her features. "I don't know about this, Mark. What if..."Mark sighs, the action causing the woman to trail off. The man gives her a gentle look before leaning down.Her breath hitches when Mark's fingers brushed against her cheek, his touch gentle yet reassuring. "Leia, I promise it'll help. Trust me."Under the intensity of his dark eyes, Leia could hardly refuse.With a resigned sigh, Leia relents, her fingers wrapping around the pill bottle as she casts a hesitant glance at Mark. "Fine. But only because you insist."Mark gives her a small huff of laughter."I very much insist." He says with a little wink before retracting his arm and straightening.Leia gives him an incredulous scoff before popping open the bottle."You should be more grateful then." She says ruefully before shaking out one pill."Yes, yes. I'm very grateful to Queen Leia." Mark says faux seriously as
Her words sent a pang through Mark's heart. He wasn't shocked at the bitter feeling that followed it.'So you were that unhappy.' Mark thinks angrily as he stares at the crying woman with calm eyes.It was true that Leia was unhappy and the person who had caused that misery was the one she was pouring her heart out to now.If she even had an inkling of what he had done in the past for his revenge, Leia would certainly kill herself first before being vulnerable with him.This vulnerability was an addicting feeling and Mark couldn't get enough of it.The man's grip on her hand tightens, his eyes filled with false empathy. "Leia, you don't have to remember those painful moments. What matters is that we've come through it all, and we're here now. We've built something beautiful despite the hardships." He says, the lies slipping smoothly off his tongue.Leia nods slowly, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand."Yeah.." she says with a small sniff. She takes a deep breath before sp
Leia’s excitement nearly bubbles over as she watches Mark scribble down her ideas for the wedding dress. “And that’s it! “ She exclaims happily. Mark’s hand finally stops.“That’s it?.” He asks, wanting to confirm.“Yes!.” The bubbly woman says with a nod that nearly dislodges her head from her neck. Mark watches her, a small smile tugging at his lips.“Okay take a look.” He says, giving the notebook to the woman. Leia quickly snatches the book from his hand, her eyes roving over the page at a feverish pace.Once she was finished, she handed him back the book, her smile practically lighting up the room.“Good?.” He inquires“It’s perfect.” She says reverently. Mark rolls his eyes but there is a small smile on his lips.“That's great Leia. You can get some rest now. It’s already late.”“Okay. Are you coming?.” “No. I still have some things to do.” He says, tucking the note and his pen back into his pocket.“Are you sure? You should rest too” She asks gently, probably worried that Mar