Party

A  woman, petite and short-haired, sat on her couch, with a face mask.  clutching a novel, her legs dangled over the armrest a playful rhythm to their moment. The melody weaving through the air.

 The knock interrupted her reverie. placing the novel on the table, pulled off the mask.  Her smile, sweet as confectionary greeted the visitor as she swung upon the door. But the visitor did mirror her joy.

Holding the person's hand she dragged her inside.

Ellaya snapped her hands free, rushed into the room, growled at her. "How did you get my number?" Her eyes shot toward her.  Whetted. The tension in the room was palpable as Ellaya and Mia faced off. Ellya's eyes bore into Mia, Demanding an answer.

"I have my way". She tried to reply with a smile.

"You better not contact me if you love your life"; her eyes constricted as her tone grew sterner.

"I love my life, which is why I contacted you."

"But, more than anything else, I believe you would like to exact revenge on those who have hurt you."

Mia pulled out her drawer and tossed an envelope on the table. She spun around and threw herself back on the couch, relaxed. Though she was feigning confidence, her hands were shaking and her mouth was dry.

Ellaya lowered her head a little and reached for the envelope. Her eyebrows shot up, her expression bewildered. Her eyes darted to Mia.

"How did you know? " She demanded. Slapping hard on the tea table, startling Mia. Sweating profusely, Mia sat up straight on the couch. Nonetheless, she grinned.

"Why don't you sit and enjoy your favourite coffee before I begin?" Mia stated as she put on her heels and walked toward the kitchen. She breathed a sigh of relief as she entered the kitchen. She was fucking terrified. Just now, her eyes, her tone of voice intimidated her. Shocking the hell out of her soul. She was nothing like Ellaya from a few years ago. She was not the same person. A different soul in the same body. And she did not know her. Not a single bit.

Ellaya was left alone in the room and noticed a melody playing in the background. Irritated she turned off the music player.

"Hey! "Do not turn it off; it is my favourite song." entered Mia with two mugs of coffee. Passing one to Ellaya, she opened her mouth and looked at her again. "She is my favourite singer."

Ellaya's gaze lingered on her for a moment and tears well up in her eyes. She sipped the coffee, dropping herself onto the sofa.

"How did you know?? " Now her voice was softer. She knew she had intimated her, her not-so-called best friend.

Mia smirked and threw the picture onto the table.

"She is my mother," she exclaimed, pointing at the picture.

The shock on Ellay's face was evident.

" But why are you helping me?" Ellya's confusion mirrored her surprise. She could not understand why the girl who had always despised her had suddenly offered to help her. Mia once said she was a fake and despised her from the bottom of her heart.

"First, I don't want to owe you. 

Second, I want to live freely, unburdened ." shrugging her shoulders she spoke. However, she did not dare to sit beside her. She folded her arms and waited for her response.

Ellaya's eyes flashed as she pondered before opening her mouth again.

"It's not time yet." Ellaya pursed her lips, there was a hit of sadness in her tone. She got on her heels and left with the envelope.

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"Congratulations Mr and Mrs Stone. You have been married for 25 years and have never been involved in rumours. Completely in love and devotion for each other. Can you advice to our young lovers on how to live happy and peaceful lives with their partners?"

A middle-aged man smiled as he held his beloved and elegant wife's round waist in front of reporters. The woman in his arms shared his joy.

"The mantra for a happy marriage life is to love each other completely. Devotion and exception are the keys required to lock the door of loyalty. Lock the door tightly and do not let your demon peek through to be tempted by the fleshes."

He looked at his wife and spoke again.

"We have been loyal to each other with devotion and acceptance up to this point and will remain so until the end."

The man smiled and kissed his wife's lips.

With excuses, they left the reporters with their article, which would be published the next morning.As soon as the luxurious car arrived, the reporters ran toward it. They have better news to publish, with highlights.

"Mr. Ruan,"

" Excuse me, sir,"

"Only one question, "

"When are you planning to get married?" After being named the World's Best Businessman this year as well, how did you feel?

He was irritated by these reporters' ridiculous questions. At the age of thirteen, he was the youngest recipient of the Business Genius award, and he received all these accolades the year he entered the business world.

At the age of seven, he was lending a hand to his father. He was born with a photographic memory. And genius in numbers. In addition, he was the recipient of thousands upon thousands of honours and titles. He never gave it a damn, though.

A question halted his steps, and his bloodshot eyes flashed at the reporter.

"Answer the question. Mr. Ruan."

"Did you kill Miss Stone in the cell??"

"She is missing in the cell? Did you kill her??"

"You are here to exact revenge on her family." Ain't you??"

The man was able to halt the king's steps. But little did he know he had unleashed the demon out of him. With a flick of his eyes, the man peed in his pants and collapsed on the floor, clutching his heart.

Huh! Mosquitoes like him do not even need him to pull out his gun; his eyes were enough to end his sorry life.

Iden doesn't need a theory to realise he must have ended his life kissing the ass of a death angel in hell.