••••🍀RACHEL🍀|Manhattan,New York|Collins Manor|:|A Month Later|:“You haven’t eaten from your plate, my love. Do you want to have something else?” Father asked.We were having breakfast in the gazebo of the central garden that circumnavigated the paths that led to other peculiar gardens.My father lived a lavished lifestyle. Everything was to his disposal, he could afford anything he ever wanted due to his purchasing power. Unlike the satisfaction that wealth brought, it can never be substituted for happiness. I sighed, cutting into the Confit De Canard(Duck Confit) with aid of my cutleries. A French dish comprising of duck meat, salted and boiled in oil and then preserved in a cool place.It was my favorite dish as a child, thus, my father always made sure that it was specially prepared by one of the best chefs in the world and served to me whenever I wanted.I was spoiled by him. A spoilt brat who always had her way as long as the name Blake was concerned.Due to my father’s nature of
April 16th,2003” Reece said, he had his eyes on Ryan.“Stop worrying too much about that date and just enjoy the party.” Father said, pouring himself some champagne in a wineglass.Father looked like he was in doubts, he kept glancing at me, as though he was observing my body.I stared at Reece, his eyes kept darting at Jake in the most suspicious manner. It made me want to ask if he had met him before now.“... and now, since we don’t intend to waste your time, may the auctioning begin.” He said.***** The auction had ended, everyone stood as the chairs and tables were moved aside. Mingling and mixing up with other aristocrats wasn’t my thing. I stood in a pretty dark corner close to the large balcony, chugging on a bottle of champagne. I can’t be seen by Ryan, worse, I don’t want to have a conversation with him.My heart kept thumping.Why am I here?I should have refused to come. I should have feigned sickness or something.My face drooped, I felt really tired and my toes were sore.
••••♠️RYAN♠️ Out of the curtains, stood thousands of people, clapping as I move out to reveal myself to the public.It was a drastic decision I made, though I prefer the much needed privacy, this was all part of the strategy.After making my speech and unveiling the sculpture, the bidding commenced. One thing I love about aristocrats, is their ability to showcase their purchasing power.And as I thought, Collins Blake would go for it.Even a blind man could tell that that’s a sculpture of Rachel scrumptious body. I am pretty sure Collins wanted to buy it off because he may have suspected it to be hers. I know Collins, protector of his self acclaimed dignity and imagine having a man do a naked, faceless sculpture of your daughter’s body, I am sure you would want to buy it off immediately.$40m,and Collins wins the auction.I left the stage to go have a word with Alec Macquarie, a high school friend of mine who was a renowned pathologist.He was the one who helped me in secur
“It did. Why are you concerned about that date?” I asked.He took out a lighter from his pants’-pocket,lighting the bottom of the cigar with it.“Nothing. It’s just a stupid date. Reece said something about the date coinciding with a past we’ve forgotten. A man named Ryan Trautvein who got killed that night...” he glanced at me,“... come to think of it,you said a night that...”“It was just a night of discovery,Collins. You shouldn’t be too forward with your thinking and start assuming baseless things.” I said,cutting him off.He frowned,his eyes were slowly observing me. He then let out a smile.“Come have breakfast with me two days from tonight. I wanna host you to a treat.”“What if I pass?” I asked,smiling back at him.“You wouldn’t dare,you know...” he patted my shoulders,beaming with smiles,“... you are way too tall,Mr Jake. Reminds of me of that traitor,Ryan. The goddamn son of a whore whom I took pity on and gave him a life. If not for me,he would have died alongside his family
⚫️REECE⚫️ Collins called for a meeting in his lodge,it was almost midnight. Many thoughts ran through my head.Firstly,that motherfuckin’ two-faced gangster... Jake De Vande.How is it possible for him to maintain both profiles?A famous artist and sculptor.That’s not all,he is having an affair with Rachel.I scowled.“Are you okay,Reece?” Collins asked.“I’m fine.”“You look like you gonna shoot someone in the head. Anything the matter?” He asked.“I said,I’m fine.”Everywhere was silent.We sat in the parlor,having a bottle of wine together.Collins cleared his throat.“It was a wast of my money to have bought that piece of junk.”“That’s because it’s Rachel naked body that was being sculpted.” “I can’t agree less,Reece. The sculptor himself,Deamus or whatever that he is called. There is something familiar about him.” He said.“Pfft. I thought I was the only one who noticed it.” I said,folding my arms acRyan my chest.“Reece,You have the resources. You call the shots here. I want you to pu
🍀RACHEL🍀|9:05am|Birds chirping softly as the day brightens, the sun rays hitting my face, I could perceive the smell of coffee. I opened my eyes slowly to my consciousness, staring at the lavished ceiling up above me. I heard taps and clicks, I looked down to see Ryan was sitting behind a desk, working on a laptop. A steaming coffee mug stood beside the table with a plate of sandwiches. His hair was tousled, still, it didn’t matter to me. This man, he is so handsome, sometimes I would wonder if he was made out of a faintly told fairytale.He was wearing a round-neck, loose, long sleeved grey shirt, with matching grey sweatpants.He looked encrossed in whatever he was doing.I sighed... what a man.A pleasing sight to behold. His eyes glanced at me and then, he smiled.“Awake?” He asked.The deep tones of his rich, manly voice brushed against my subconsciousness so erotically. It made me blush.I slowly sat up from the bed.“Yes...” a sharp pain seared across my back, making me wince
♠️Ryan♠️ |Evening| 7:54pm|: I went out to a grocery store to get few stuffs to restock the refrigerator. I had returned to my apartment and I had Patricia waiting for me in the car outside.I picked her up from work as we promised and I was to drive her home. Also, the car was low on fuel. A fueling station was very close to the store, and that’s just fine.After swiping my card, I nodded at the cashier with a smile on my face. We have been talking for a while and laughing over stuffs. She smiled back, returning the card to me.“I can’t see your face properly, the cap’s covering the substantial details. But, you’ve got a very cute smile.” She flattered.“So do you too, ma’am. I should be going now. Some other time.” I said, picking up with plastic bags with the groceries, beverages and drinks in them.“Later!” She said in a melodious tone, waving at me as I walked out of the store.The weather dropped drastically low.It seems it would be snowing earlier this year and thankfully,
angrily stormed into the parking lot.That worthless, old shit!How dare him kill Patricia right in front of my eyes?!!Did he just try to tell me that I am nothing?!!Did he just made me feel powerless?!!!Screw that old geezer and fuck him over!!!I reached where my car was parkedI am going to pound him into pieces!I’m gonna rip his eyes out!!Fucking old fool!!!“Jake!” A voice called.Rachel’s voice.I quickly turned around to see her approaching me.“What are you doing here?” I asked.“I didn’t come here to apologize to you about anything. I came to know, was she truly your girlfriend?” She asked.I frowned.“No... she was just a friend.”She stood in front of me.“But you kissed her and...”“Everything you saw, was just an act to convince your father.”“He killed her because of me, I know. I shouldn’t have...” she began sobbing,“... I was jealous... angry that you kissed her and called her your girl. I should have controlled my emotions, now she’s gone. I-I’m sorry, uncle Ryan. I truly am..