Hi Loves! So, a short backstory: Ralph grew up an orphan. He lost his father and 2 brothers in an accident when he was much younger. His mother too is late. His father's brother had raised him from when he lost his parents. Because of this, he often refers to him as his father. They have a good father-son relationship. They also bear an uncanny resemblance. Thank you for reading. Xoxo
“You fool!!!” Ralph's angry voice broke through the eerie silence. His chair screeched against the floor and almost tumbled over. Before Silvia could react further, his hand whipped out—quick and ruthless.CRACK!!!The painful slap landed on her cheek with scorching strength. A warm, sharp sensation spread over her cheek, her skin feeling like a searing hot pain crawled all over.A choked gasp left Silvia's lips as her head snapped to one side. The earth rocked suddenly, a surge of dizziness pouring over her. Her knees nearly buckled as she staggered backward.Tears brimmed in her eyes, and not simply because of the pain but also because of the utter disgrace. Ralph stared at her with nothing but pure disgust and anger.“Look what you’ve done! You’ve ruined my expensive suit!!!” he hissed in a low deadly whisper. "Are you cursed with the gift of spilling things over people?"“Well, don’t just stand there like a useless idiot! Clean this mess up,” Sir Burke growled impatiently.Silv
Rebecca angrily stormed out of Ralph’s villa. She got into her expensive Benz and drove away. Ralph had told her to meet him at his mansion, but he bailed on her at the last minute. She hit the steering wheel in total frustration.“You’re lucky you’re rich,” Rebecca seethed as she bit her lip in frustration.She had been glad his uncle was here; she was ecstatic to meet him because she couldn’t wait to get married to Ralph. The more they stalled, the higher the probability of some other girl appearing and stealing Ralph from her grasp. She couldn’t let that happen—never! She had gone to great lengths just to get Ralph to love her, and there was no way she would let another girl take her place. She needed Ralph to introduce her to his uncle to make things official; that way, getting rid of her wouldn’t be so simple.~~~~~~~~~~~~Ralph’s driver slowly brought the car to a halt in front of Royal Suite, a five-star hotel, which was owned by Ralph’s company.Burke was quite adamant he had
Theresa's eyes widened in shock, and she staggered a few steps back as she tried to understand what was happening. Her mind raced with questions. Where had Silvia been? Why was she dishonest?Where was Silvia? Why did she tell her the lie?The receptionist’s words kept replaying in her head: “She worked in the cleaning department but she left about three weeks ago”.Three weeks ago. That was precisely when Silvia had said she would be traveling for a business trip.She felt a chill down her back.Something was off."Ma'am, are you all right?" the receptionist asked, her brow arched with curiosity.Theresa nodded absentmindedly, she had to be calm.''I...I need to find my daughter,'' she stammered.The receptionist nodded sympathetically. "I understand how you feel. Let me see what I can do to help you. Can you give me more details about Silvia's disappearance?"Theresa hesitated, not knowing how much to disclose but the receptionist's kind eyes and gentleness encouraged her to open up
Ralph rested on his chair in his office, eyes closed, basking in the sun that poured into his office from the large window. Different thoughts ran through his mind at the same time. His parents' twelfth remembrance was in a few days. He wondered if things would have turned out differently if they were still around. He was determined to make them proud in their grave after he paid his last respects to them at the funeral. His brother was everything to him, he's the only realest person that he grew up to know and love. His death left him shattered and all his emotions died with him. He should have been in that accident with them. Growing up on his own was the toughest challenge ever, with his uncle looking up to him with expectations. His mind went to Silva, wondering if he was too hard on her. The sight of her irritates him more than it should, and maybe it is because she has a striking resemblance to his brother and that annoys him because he can't have his brother here. The thou
Useless...useless...useless...the words echoed in her head. Her mother had a worthless daughter. Her eyes fluttered open in the dark room. Unable to decipher where she was, she gently rose.Then a slap came from nowhere. Her head jerked to the left with the force of that hit. Tears dropped down from her eyes."I just don't understand why I made you a friend. You are just dumb. You have nothing, absolutely nothing to offer, and yet you think you can go anywhere you want?" Rebecca's voice echoed her my head. "Where did you go to? I smell drugs on you.""Drugs?" Ralph's voice cut through the fog. Then and there, she knew she was dead.The world whirled round as Rebecca's voice pierced through the atmosphere. The feel of the slap still stung but her words hurt more. She attempted to focus her gaze, the faint light exposing Ralph's commanding presence next to Rebecca. “I asked you a question,” Ralph’s tone was ominously soft. "Where did you get the drugs?" Silva's heart pounded in her
Silva's knees struck the unforgiving ground as Rebecca pushed her ahead. Three days had gone by since the dark alley incident, and the storage closet punishment had merely marked the start. "I want this whole floor sparkling clean before Ralph gets back," Rebecca commanded, placing a bucket of soapy water next to Silva. "And I’m talking about flawless. I want to be able to view my reflection." Silva nodded quietly, every muscle in her body feeling the strain of fatigue, stress and exhaustion. Her stomach protested noisily.They had given her barely enough to live—small quantities of cold remains and just enough water to stave off collapse.Her body tired, her belly empty of food, she lost track of each passing hour and of the number of evenings she had spent stuck in this wretched place. For how long more would she be able to withstand? "Did you hear me?" Rebecca snapped, roughly grasping Silva's chin. "Yes," Silva murmured, her voice raspy. "Yes what?" Rebecca's fingers delved fur
As Silva knelt beside the fountain, the setting sun behind the clouds dyed the sky in dancing shades of orange and pink. Hours of kneeling in the sun had numbed her legs and parched her throat. She didn't even have the energy to look up when Ralph's shadow cast as far as she knelt."Come on," he ordered in a monotonic tone.Silva attempted to walk but her legs didn't coordinate. Her knees buckled and she stumbled forward, then quickly steadying herself on the edge of the fountain.Ralph repeated irritation edged into his tone, "I advise you to get up."Silva muttered, her voice cracking from dehydration, “I cannot feel my legs.”Reaching down, Ralph groaned as he yanked her up. Silva gasped at the blood flowing back into her legs; pins and needles shot up from her knees."Go clean yourself up," he snapped and jerked her arm down.Silva nodded dazedly. "Yes, sir."As Ralph walked away, Silva steeled what little bravery remained to her. "Sir?"He halted, not so much as turning around. "W
Silvia awoke the next morning with her head spinning. The green dress was draped over her closet door—proof that last night hadn't been a dream. For an evening, she'd sat as a guest at Ralph's table, not as his servant. She touched the silver necklace still fastened around her neck, wondering what the day would hold.Lost in her daydream, she was suddenly jolted back to reality by a loud, insistent knock at the door."Get up! Now!" Rebecca's voice cracked like a whip.Silvia opened the door to find Rebecca flushed, her perfectly manicured nails digging into her palms."Did you imagine one dinner would make a difference?" Rebecca spat, shoving past Silvia into the little room. Her eyes landed on the emerald dress. With a snort of disgust, she ripped it from the hanger. "This little pretense is ended.""Don't," Silvia whispered, extending a feeble hand toward the dress.Rebecca slapped her hand away with so much force the sound echoed through the room. "Nothing in this house is yours.
SwitzerlandThe Swiss Alps glinted white under a brilliant blue sky, their snow-powdered tops visible through the floor-to-ceiling glass at the rehab center. Silvia sat beside her mother's wheelchair, a heavy shawl clutched around her mother's shoulders despite the warmth of the sunroom."The Doctor says you can try the garden stroll tomorrow," Silvia told her mother, straightening out the blanket across her mother's lap. "Provided that the weather is good enough."Deep brown eyes shone with curiosity at the prospect, and her mother nodded. "I'd like that," she said. "I've been admiring those roses since yesterday myself." Her voice was firmer than it had been for years, her complexion rosier, with flushed cheeks that bore no relation to sickness."Six laps yesterday," Ralph's booming voice declared as he entered the sunroom with a tray carrying three steaming cups. "Your therapist was impressed."She smiled at him and looked up as he handed her a mug of hot chocolate. There was a
Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains Ralph had not drawn the night before. Silvia started, temporarily puzzled by the strange weight of a hand around her waist and the heat of another body next to hers.Then recollection flooded in—the hospital, the argument with Rebecca, and Ralph's words. Her fingers found the wedding ring on the third finger of her left hand, the metal warm against her skin.She turned carefully, not wanting to wake him, and allowed herself the luxury of simply watching him sleep. As he slept, his countenance softened, and the usual scowl between his eyebrows disappeared. This was a Ralph that few individuals ever saw—vulnerable, unguarded.As if he sensed her stare, his eyes opened, heavy with sleep before focusing on her face. A slow smile spread across his face, and he was transformed."Not a dream, then," he grumbled, voice rough with sleep.Silvia smiled again at him. "Not a dream."His hand rose to trace her cheek, thumb drawing the line of her lo
That night, the Spade Mansion looked different as they passed through the iron gates. Sunlight warmed the stone front in a golden amber color, no longer menacing but inviting, a residence and not a professional building. Ralph drove in quietly, his profile etched with fatigue but somehow brighter than she had ever seen.They had spent hours at the hospital getting her mother transferred into the new private room, reviewing security procedures with the guards Ralph had hired, and meeting with detectives investigating Rebecca's case. The evidence stacked up against her: hospital security cameras captured her tampering with IV tubes, and fingerprints on equipment she had no business being around."Are you hungry?" Ralph whispered, his voice quiet in the stillness of the house as they entered the grand foyer.Silvia shook her head. "Tired. Yes.""I see," he said, with understanding in his gaze. He extended a hand towards hers, fingers grazing hers lightly, as if not sure that he was w
The hospital security office was a cramped space, illuminated by harsh fluorescent lights that cast everyone in an unflattering pallor. Rebecca sat in a chair against the far wall, her crimson hair pulled back in an immaculate chignon, her designer outfit out of place in the utilitarian surroundings. She looked up as Ralph and Silvia entered, a practiced smile sliding into place that didn't reach her calculating eyes."Ralph, darling," she purred, rising gracefully. "There seems to have been a misunderstanding.""Sit down," Ralph commanded, his voice glacial. The security guard at the desk straightened imperceptibly at his tone. "There's no misunderstanding here."Rebecca's smile faltered slightly, but she remained standing, her gaze sliding dismissively over Silvia before returning to Ralph. "These people seem to think I was trespassing. I was simply visiting an old family friend.""You have no friends in this hospital," Silvia said, stepping forward. "Only victims."Something dang
The hospital corridor seemed to stretch out endlessly in front of Silvia. The scent of antiseptic hung thick in the air, a sharp contrast to the faint floral notes of the bouquet in her mother's room as she paced back and forth in front of her mother's room. The hospital's corridor fluorescent lights above buzzed subtly on white walls that felt like they were closing in on her. The monitors' continuous beeping broke her thoughts; every beep brought her mother's weak condition back to mind. Her gut felt like shredded emotions of fear and anger.She struggled with a whirlwind of feelings—resentment towards Rebecca for invading their lives and uncertainty over her own love of Ralph. Could she honestly depend on him when secrets lingered in their past? Doctors passed by in the last hour with professional composure. Ralph stood at the window, his body taut against the light, one hand hovering over his phone as he talked in low, insistent murmurs."I want tapes from all those cameras on t
His finger brushed softly against her cheek kindling heat through her, the physical spark igniting the emotional connection growing between them. Something in her longed for escape, to keep the distance between them, which protected her. Something else growing with increasing urgency, wished she could believe in him.Silvia’s lips parted, her voice barely a breath:"Then show me this isn’t just another lie. Show me that this is happening."His eyes narrowed. In one fluid movement, Ralph stepped toward her—heart pounding, hands shaking, unsure if she’d let him in…or shut him out forever. He walked around the table, drawing her to stand before him. Fingers framed the curve of her face in tenderness. Yet doubt lingered in the back of her mind—could she truly trust him after everything?"I am a fool," he breathed, his thumb tracing the curve of her face. "A foolish, obstinate fool who nearly lost the most precious thing that had ever crossed his life path."Her own heart raced in her c
Chapter 45That night Silvia did not go to sleep.Except for the infrequent creak of ancient wood and the gentle ticking of the grandfather clock downstairs, the house was quiet. With Ralph's diary cradled in her lap once more, its worn leather warm under her fingers, she sat erect on the bed.She had read it twice now. Still, her head battled her heart.Could she trust it? Trust him?Her gaze snapped toward the window at which dawn was just starting to menace the horizon with a gentle indigo tint. Barefoot, she stood and moved to the door with the journal still pressed against her chest.A high, sharp ring ruptured the calm just as her hand touched the doorknob.The landline. The hallway. That phone was rarely used.As she dashed toward it, her heart lurching, she seized the receiver before the second ring could be heard."Hello?"; pause.Static.Then—"Silva?"—she paused. The voice was undeniably familiar.Rebecca."Since I figured you would want to know—you have just seen one possi
Silvia followed Ralph around the twisting staircase, dizzy. What evidence was there of the genuineness of his love? What was there that would overcome the damning coincidence of his conversion?He did not lead her to the master bedroom she and he had occupied the last three nights, though, but towards his study—a room she had only entered to clean during her months as his maid. Ralph's inner sanctum, which was always locked when he was not present. Even now, his hand went to the small key in his pocket to unlock the solid oak door.The air was perfumed with sandalwood and leather, masculinity and unmistakably Ralph. Her eyes drifted across the comfortable furnishings, the enormous mahogany desk, leather-bound bookcase, and plush chairs in front of the fire. All seemed normal and nothing especially enlightening.He headed over to the desk and unlocked the bottom drawer with a second key in his pocket. He took out a chunky leather diary and held it in his hand for a moment, a soft spot
The papers were scattered on the coffee table where Silvia had laid them two hours ago. She had read every one of the pages three times, underlining the most damning paragraphs, taking in everything that Rebecca had revealed. The grandfather clock in the hallway tolled six in succession, its deep tones echoing in the empty house. Ralph would soon be back.Silvia rose from the couch, her fingers trembling as she smoothed her dress. She headed over to the liquor cabinet and served herself a sizeable amount of Ralph's fine scotch. The amber liquid seared her throat, though it seemed to calm her nerves. Silvia did not drink frequently, yet tonight seemed to demand liquid courage.The distant crunch of gravel beneath tires made her clench her belly. She sipped again, then set the glass on the table. Footsteps across the front steps. Clank of keys. Loud thud of the dense front door shutting."Silvia?" Ralph's voice called from the room in warm, eager tones that made her own heart hurt again