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2024-04-06 00:09:08The party hall was lavishly decorated with every imaginable detail. Men and women were laughing, drinking, talking, and displaying their status.
Mr. and Mrs. Stone cut the huge cake, while holding each other's hands and smiling affectionately. Music played and couples danced.Only one man was leaning against the railing of the balcony watching everything with his colourless beautiful orbs. To put straight his hawk-like eyes searching for someone. People were perplexed by his presence today, much like he was. He was not a partygoer. The world knew that no one could make Mr. Iden Ruan attends their personal parties. Not even his immediate family. He never understood the concept of broadcasting their special day to the world and wasting the most expensive thing. Time. And despises wasting his time on such frivolous pursuits. But today, he was here to spend his most important time. BORED. He was smoking while leaning against the balcony. Men attempted to approach him but were turned away by his bodyguards. Women were dying to breathe the same air he did.DO NOT EVEN THINK,written all over his face, and his bodyguards are doing their jobs well.His gaze darted to the floor. Men and women were swaying their bodies to the rhythm of romantic music. Couples face beaming with joy with their partners. Mr. and Mrs. Stone both had incredible smiles. Embracing each other in arms and they kissed. Minutes had passed, but the loving birds were still unwilling to let go of each other's lips. Their kiss grows in intensity as the music progresses. Along with the music, the room is filled with the sounds of loud breathing and tearing clothes. Music waned moaning increased. louder and louder. The sounds of flapping muscles could be heard everywhere.FACES PERPLEXED.Confused, ashamed, baffled, and disgusted. The room was filled with all sorts of emotions. Shaken up. Mr. and Mrs. Stone parted.Face flushed with shame, she searched hither and thither for the source of the sounds."You naughty women! Does your husband know?Rosy you little whore!!"Penny dropped Mrs Stone's passim with horror. Eyes dropped to the floor, baffled and still not daring to rise."Yeah, yeah, more, harder, yeah" (breathing rapidly).Sound continued to play."Common baby ….(gasp)""Humm…. Uuhh..(moan)"'Mrs Stone... Fuck... You bitch... Let me fuck... You hard... '""Yes.. Common... ( laugh)"With every moan and gasp.Men's wood became a rod, and women blushed. Still perplexed.Every eye fell on Mrs Stone."Stop…stop it..."Taken aback she shouted from her throat.Every hateful, ashamed, sympathy, questioning, eye piercing through her.She was Ashamed.Hate for her, sympathetic for her husband. That man spoke about loyalty all the time.Looks of sympathy landed on Mr. Stone.His head lowered, his hand clenched, he stood rigid.Eyes looked at each other, and the heels started to spun to leave the couple's personal space. Someone patted his shoulder in sympathy.The man appeared helpless thanks to his cheating wife.Boom***His rage high up and hand landed on her right cheek.He slapped his wife.Stunned. People rooted to the ground."You, cheating whore." He cursed shaking like a leaf.She stood there holding her hot cheek.Tears rolled down from her eyes.He raised his hand once more, this time stopping in the middle.Bolt out of the blue*"Ahhh!!""Stope …stop... Yes yes there …huummm!!"The rhythm was repeated, but this time with music, and the performances of the actors and actresses sting the eyes. It was on every wall and corner of the party hall. Even the blind can see."What the fuck is this...stop it..."Now it was time to scream for Mr. Stone.As he was singing the duet with some whores.The performances of Mr. and Mrs. Stone showcased everywhere. With different people.Onesome, twosome, threesome, and sometimes more than that, the location was their home.Guests gasp for air."Mr. Stone, your wife was an amazing fucking bitch; now the deal is yours.""She is all yours." Mr. Stone said on LED.All the casting gazes on them. Disgusting.It is all over. Mr. Stone muttered in her stupor."Stop it.... Who the mother fucker dear to do it... "He gone. Insane.Not only Mr. and Mrs. Stone, but also numerous other celebrities and business leaders were involved. And they are here right now. Exposed, Ashamed, raged.On the balcony... the man who usually wears no expression. Had a questioning look at the woman standing in the darkest corner, leaning against the wall. Her black dress swayed along with the air. A hat on her head concealed half of her face. Shipping a wine with her right hand and holding a cigarette with her left. Chiaroscuro of the moonlight fell half on her body. She appeared hauntingly beautiful.A ring of mystery encircled her.No she was a riddle, a mystery , and an enigma.And he was determined to solve this puzzle.BUTA question had him perplexed.She exacted revenge??On her own parents?Why??.."Happy wedding anniversary, Mom.""Happy wedding anniversary, Dad."She made a low whisper.A sneer escaped her lips.She tossed the wineglass and the cigarette and left the scene of mayhem.The moon was bright and the alley was still dark. The sound of a frog croaking and the haunting call of owls resounded in the deserted alley. After the winter rain, the night bridge was chilly. As a homeless man, she moved at a slow pace not knowing to head in which direction. A stubborn tear fights hard to roll down. Crossing her arms, she raised her head to gaze at the beautiful moon.What a coincidence: the moon was cold and alone in the dark night, just like her. She smirked sadly at the Moon. She took a step forward, her head hanging low. Pulling the rug out from under her feet, she spun, heels pressed against the wall, cold and soft lips pressed against her own. ...................................Author note;Hi guysI hope everyone is doing well.This is my second book on this app. Hope you all are enjoying it. Please rate the book with your heart and leave comments. Your feedback is extremely valuable to me in keeping myself motivated.Thank you and keep reading.Related chapters
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She, His Enigma coma
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Iden gently lifted Ellaya out of the wreckage, holding her close as he carried her away from the burning car. Ellaya felt delicate and weightless in his arms, her skin warm to the touch. Despite the searing heat from the flames, Iden pressed on without hesitation. His sole purpose was to ensure Ellaya's safety. Ellaya, can you hear me?" he gasped, his voice trembling with fear and anxiety as he hurried to a safe distance, Annabel right beside him. His heart raced in his chest as he rushed away from the burning wreckage, holding Ellaya close. Each step felt like a race against time, every movement fueled by desperation and a fierce resolve to save her. Ellaya's body seemed so delicate and weightless in his arms, her skin radiating warmth against his own. Her eyes fluttered open for a moment, meeting his gaze with a hint of recognition before gently closing again. "Stay with me, Ellaya," he murmured, his words thick with emotion. "Please, stay with me." Tears welled up, clouding
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Sitting rigidly in the car, Ellaya watched in horror as her husband, holding her best friend, jumped out, leaving her utterly alone in the speeding vehicle. Her face lost all color, and her body shivered uncontrollably. Tears streamed down her cheeks like raindrops, and her grip tightened around the car seat as fear crept into her bones, sending chills down her spine. Her fingers trembled as she grabbed the handle of the car door, contemplating jumping out to save her own life. But as if something shifted within her, she dropped the idea. She retreated, folding her legs to her chest and hugging them tightly, hiding her face between her knees as if shielding herself from impending harm. She felt cold and numb, her mind unable to process anything but her past—her abusive and manipulative parents, her struggles in childhood to live a normal life, her desperate craving for parental love, and then Iden, who had entered her life like a sweet melody. Everything had seemed surreal at th
