The past few weeks alone had taught Lolita Leibrandt that no matter how good you are to a person, that would never be enough reason to stop then from hurting you. She admitted that she was not the best person, but she tried to be good for the people she held dear. Logan was the perfect example, she was always there for him through thick and thin, but he did not appreciate that and had turned his back on her since the day MJ Billings showed her face. And now her husband was doing the same thing. The only time she had ever been disloyal to him was with Logan, something that had been going on for years until recently. Otherwise, she had always been a good wife to him, she did everything to make him happy, and she would give her life for him - something she had already done in the past. That said a lot because she knew deep in her soul that she would never risk her life for Logan Parker. Her angry reflection stared back at her on the vanity mirror as she applied the
Sasha listened to the phone as it went to voicemail again and she growled, clutching the phone tightly in her palm, fighting the urge to smash it against the wall. She turned on the screen again, her eyes running over the text over and over again as if it would change the longer she stared at it, but it remained the same and only looked more and more frightening with each second. Her mind ran to the basement, staying on the chair in that pool, and she shuddered, closing her eyes to shut those thoughts. She could hear that Kyle was still on the phone in the kitchen, while her own phone sent her into a panic, his ringing phone provided her a chance to escape from his questions, Kyle refused to let her get away with freeing Logan. She would decide later if she wanted to give him answers or not, but right now they had much bigger problems. She headed to the kitchen where Kyle was speaking in a quiet voice, and she stood beside the entrance to listen in. “Ha
Kyle stole glances at her from time to time, wondering if this was what it felt like having siblings, having someone who has your back occasionally and use your mistakes to get back at you? He had never had a brother or sister, but he realised that he had that kind of relationship with Logan, he saw him as the brother he never had. Even so, he could not see himself bringing up their past in order to hurt Logan and feel good about himself afterwards. Sasha had never been his favourite person, she was cruel, and if he did not know better after witnessing Demi’s actions today, he would say that the cruelty was a family trait. In all the years he had known Sasha-Lee, she had always come out at people with her teeth grinding, hitting them where it hurts the most. Even know as they sat at the fireplace while silently eating their food, he expected her to mock him about the divorce party. “Care for more wine?” He asked. Sasha peered at him. “Are you trying to get m
Was it cowardice? It that what this was? She had run away yet again, and she did not let the tears fall until she was in the air, on yet another expedition to London. She should have been happy that he was alive, she should be glad that he is awake, but what she felt was nothing close to relief, it was dread. She wondered if she would have probably felt better if Shannon had given her condolences instead. "I wasn't expecting you back here anytime soon." "Neither did I." MJ thought out loud as her eyes focused on the ticking of the clock on the wall. It was irritating but also had a calming effect on her, she was counting the minutes until her meeting with Liam for updates on his latest mission. "Jorge is awake," she confessed. "That's good news, not so?" Blair prompted, her eyes piercing at MJ through the dark rimmed glasses. "How does that make you feel? The last time you were here, you received a call about the shooting." MJ fiddled with the sleeves o
He did not leave. Kyle Davids never left her last night. For the first time in years, she had the comfort she had so badly needed for so long. Being in his arms as she wailed and him telling her that it was okay reminded her of how she was all alone, she had no one by her side. Kyle Davids had said a lot of things last night, but most of what he said about her was nothing but the truth. She was yet to confirm everything he said about her father, she refused to believe that her most favourite person in the world, the only man she admired and worshipped, was the monster Kyle made him out to me. She was scared, she was afraid of what she was going to find out because the idea that she had wasted all the years of her life and missed out on family was solely based on a fairytale did not sit well with her. If any of what Kyle said was true, how did she go about fixing things? Her family was distorted, and she was partly to blame for it. Sasha was not yet
Kyle thought he could go for another hour cooped up in the guestroom after taking a shower, but it proved difficult to ignore the smell of freshly brewed coffee and a combination of different food aromas, not to miss the angry growls of his stomach. His forehead creased as the door to his room opened, and he turned around to be welcome by Sasha’s horrified face as she quickly backed away and shut the door. Kyle sighed, continuing to button up the sleeves of his white shirt. He had no change of clothes, but luckily for him, the washing machines and dryer in this house, as old-fashioned as they were, still worked. He had handwashed his clothes and left them in the dryer while he showered. Perks of living a bachelor life even while he was married, he could do anything for himself from doing his laundry and ironing it, and cooking when he was not lazy. One thing they had in common with Logan was their love for the kitchen. After some time, there was a knock at the do
They say a woman holds a knife by the sharp end, but for Lola Leibrandt, it felt as though the knife had pierced through her hand and aimed straight for her heart. She was bleeding on the inside, but she still forced herself to fight to the end. Nobody saw her pain, everyone expected her to be understanding all the time while they continued trampling all over her like a piece of gum stuck under a shoe. She had to endure her husband throwing Montana and their son in her face these past few weeks, and now she was forced to understand that Montana was the mother of David’s son. She had to slave herself to make them ‘feel at home.’ In whose home exactly? She breathed heavily as she clutched at the edge of the kitchen counter with a knife in one of her gloves hands. She breathed in and out, trying to even out her breath, and she used the back of her free hand to wipe the sweat on her forehead. Lola placed the knife down, took off the gloves, and washed her hands,
London was the centre of her heart for most of her life, it was a secret hideout, a place where she never felt she needed to pretend to be someone else or spend all day trying to make her place in other people’s heart, it was her home away from home. It was funny because she spent half her life in Cape Town and half her life there, however, a few weeks in Cape Town, and London now felt foreign to her, like she did not belong. She stood in front of the tall building, staring up at the logo at the top of the building, Billings Corp. She was parked in front of the building, leaning against the car in her casual disguise; a pair of jeans and sandals, a yellow flowery off-shoulder cropped blouse, and a summer hat paired with dark shades. MJ kept thinking about what Blair said, she remembered how she had confessed that the company was never her vision, that it was only her legacy on paper. The company was and had always been Alastair’s vision and MJ just made it possib