Present Day. The sound of a door groaning washes over the room as cold air wanders in. It's quiet, so quiet that you can hear a pin drop from miles away. A lone guard closes the door he had entered before heading in the direction of where his colleagues are gathered having a drink with each other and telling stories. There are six of them in total.He balances the coffee cups in his hands precariously, afraid of even spilling a drop.He catches the tail end of their conversation when he gets there."-I couldn't believe it! It was like she grew another nose! Talk about unappealing." A young man known as Amos continues.Two of the guards laugh with raucous abandon, their faces flushed and cheeks stretched over their glinting teeth while the rest stare at the three men with poorly hidden amusement or disdain, likely annoyed by the noise there makingWhen their laughter dies down the first man finally manages to regain his composure to speak. "Come on men at least have a bit of sympa
Jones' eyes widen when he takes in the fallen bodies of Carl, Neil, John and Leslie.His face whitens as he traces over their rolled-up eyes and frothing mouths.'What the hell' he thinks, panic beginning to build within him as he convulses despite trying to hold it in."S-sir." Everything becomes hazy and he begins to wonder if his eyes were playing tricks or if it was truly spinning as he tried his best to stay awake before he gets swept away by sleep. His eyes snap to the prone form of Amos when he hears his strained voice. His second in command is leaning forward in his chair, his eyes bloodshot with spittle dribbling down his chin. He points an unsteady finger at the coffee mug sitting innocuously on the table."S-sir th-the coffee-." He mutters before his eyes roll back and he slumps in his chair.He glances at the cup in his hand, he's not sure but he could already sense what was going on, but it's a bit too late. "Amos!." He yells but the man doesn't reply, dead to the world
In the dimly lit living room sat Leia, her eyes glued to the news on the television screen. The headlines showed the shocking decline of the Sky family stock and their declaration of bankruptcy. The once mighty dynasty was now crumbling, and they were forced to sell off their properties and stocks to settle their debts. Leia's heart sank; she knew all too well what this meant for her. As the TV droned on, Mark appeared from behind, a stern look on his face. He urged her to go to bed, but she adamantly refused. Her fear and uncertainty consumed her, and sleep felt like a distant dream. Despite her defiance, sleep eventually overcame her, but she awoke and was deep in thought, recalling the events of the past few weeks. Leia found herself seated in the comfortable embrace of the therapist's office, her heart heavy with the weight of recent events. The room's soft lighting and soothing atmosphere offered a semblance of peace, but her emotions remained in turmoil."How are you feeling
Leia stands nervously in front of the full-length mirror, her reflection adorned in an exquisite and expensive gown. The deep blue silk hugs her lithe figure flawlessly, the delicate beadwork adding a touch of elegance to the ensemble. She has never worn anything so extravagant before, and the weight of the gown made her feel a little unsteady.'I feel like an overdressed monkey.' Leia thinks with no small amount of resentment. She hates it when Mark shops for her. It's like he has an obsession with tight bodices and unmanageable frills.It's not like the dress is awful, it's just really hard to breathe properly.She sighs gustily as The maid, Rebecca, fusses around her, ensuring every detail of her appearance is perfect. Her hair was styled in an intricate updo, with a few loose curls framing her face. The makeup was subtle yet enhancing, emphasizing her striking features. Despite Rebecca's efforts to reassure her, Leia's discomfort only grows as the moment of departure approaches.
The woman nearly chokes on her drink from shock. Mark continues not paying attention to the stunned woman at his side."I brought a date with me today." Mark is saying and some women in the crowds pout at this, probably hoping to snag a hot commodity like Mark for themselves.'you can keep him!.' Leia thinks viciously as the women glare at her like she's killed their dogs.She can see the recognition on their faces. She knows that the questions are going to start very soon. And from the malevolent expression on some of their faces, she knows they are going to be malicious.With a small gulp, she smiles at her impromptu audience. "Hello." She greets, bracing herself for the influx of questions."Is that-?." One of the women begins before being cut off by Mark."This is Leia. My fiancee. I hope you remember her." Mark's words force everyone to silence as they digest his words. By his side Leia has gone still as a statue, her smile frozen on her face.It feels like the calm before the s
It felt like it hadn’t been long since Leia and Mark were engaged.Leia remembered the anger she felt that day, the warmth of the hate she received that moment, the smile on Mark's face that sickenef her stomach.She wasn't sure just how to hold it in, she could scrape of the skin he touched when he brought her closer to his side so he could brag about her, but whenever she touched about the pain it'll cost, she would decided it's better to hate him. All of those memories of anguish was still fresh, like a nightmare that had been crafted only just recently.Still she thought she could bring herself to live with it, in exchange for Kasen, but in an instant, the lingering hope was put on a shelf and a new page had been written. Leia stood at the window of her bedroom, staring out at the darkening sky. She could hear the distant sound of thunder and the gentle patter of raindrops against the glass. As she turned away from the window, she noticed her maid, standing in the doorway, look
The situation was getting worse for Mark, he wasn’t even smiling at the moment. He knew there was nothing he would tell Leia if she found out about the pregnancy.It meant that their relationship would be over."No... I've come too far, I can't lose her now that I have her," he cries in seclusion as he almost loses his mind. He's distraught, unsure of how to handle the situation while he panics. "I'm very certain I used the protection she gave me," he mutters to himself as he grab hold of his hair, trying to hold back his madness from unleashing. Despite trying to remain calm, he finds himself thinking of her last words to him kept getting him pissed off. He was angry, he was scared, he feared everything he worked for would crumble.At this point, he can hardly hold on, as hereaches for a vase sitting still on the table by the wall, and smashes it into a million pieces. "She couldn't have gotten pregnant, unless..." He says to himself as realisation strikes. He could remember th
The gravity of the circumstance lingered heavily in the air as Leia stood there, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. She could feel the weight of the realisation pressing down on her stomach like a rock descending to the ocean floor as the room appeared to grow colder.To calm herself down, she squeezed her eyes shut and took a quiet, deep breath. She then raised her hand to dab the tiny tears that had begun to form in the corners of her eyes with the pad of her thumb. She cocked her head upward and caught his contrite stare. Mark remarked, his voice tinged with remorse, "I want just you to be the mother of my children, you and nobody else my love." The maid lowered her head, her pain visible on her features as she had been standing close by.Leia's heart broke a little for her, but she was aware that she needed to keep her attention on the man in front of her.With a stern yet sorrowful tone, Leia retorted, "You can't undo what you've already done. You owe it to the unborn child