MADELYN Side by side, we rest our arms on the concrete ledge looking out over the city. “ It's beautiful,” I whisper.He's quiet. Every now and then, he would cup his hands and splash water on my face. I'd do same and we would end up cracking up like teenage lovers. We watch the city in silence for what seems like forever. It was beautiful staring down at the entire city, but having Jason by my side made it more euphoric. “ Getting cold?” he broke the silence, and patted my already saturated hair which can't absorb another drop of water. “ No, I'm doing just fine,” I return..I know he's watching me, but I don't turn to ask why. Five minutes now, and all Jason has eyes for, is me. “ You might as well tell me what's running through that mind of yours, rather than staring at me in that manner.” He doesn't waste any more time, seems like I grant him the permit to. “ I'm wondering how your lips would taste in mine right now, wife.”
NATASHA “ What is wrong with you??” his voice was harsh and nothing unlike the usual melodious baritone that usually fills the air with a soulful melody when he spoke. He lost his calm, and let his fury loose on me. I whimpered and my teeth chattered in fear. I was not frightened nor was I afraid What I felt at the moment was beyond such mere nouns. Jason looked like he would snap my neck and push my lifeless body into the pool. His chest rose and fell in a faster pace. Terror washed over me, raising the hairs on the back of my neck. Was he going to hurt me? I wasn't going to hang around any longer to find that out, cause he looked so annoyed. “ I'm... I'm sorry, Jason. I didn't mean to..” my heart was throbbing in my ears, loud and irregular, but I barely heard it, for I was clouded with fear. Suddenly I forgot how to say a sentence without stumbling over the words. “ You didn't mean to what??? Were you in a trance when you walked in here with a
MADELYN I'm at mom's tomb crying my eyes out, when I hear footsteps approaching. I'm on my knees, and my back is turned to the gate, so whoever comes in wouldn't see my face until I turn around. “ Is that her?” I heard a loud voice ask. From what I'm thinking, they're more than two people who walked into the graveyard. At first I thought it was just people who came to visit their loved ones, but the next statement of them makes leaves me disturbed. “ Yes. The old lady who doesn't know when to shut her mouth. She ratted Boss out on Saturday.” It wasn't me they came for. It was Hattie. But who were they? Who did she snitch on? I turn slightly without making a noise, and I was able to see who it was. Three muscular men who wore dark sunshades. They stood there and silently watch Hattie trim the flowers close by. She was in danger! “ Do we take her now, or we wait for Boss?” the first man asks. He scans the environment, and so far, I'm the onl
MADELYN I have not the slightest idea where I am. I couldn't figure it out. It's like I'm in the middle of nowhere. No Jason or my kids, or Grandma Lorelei. There were no trees or houses around, not a single soul either. I was on the floor. How I got here remained a mystery to me. What happened? Soon images from the graveyard flashed through my head. The old lady, Hattie. Where's she? Where's Nicholas? Or the three brawny men? I got up and dusted my behind. This wasn't the graveyard, nor was it home. A quick glance around and I came to the conclusion that I was either dead or dreaming. “ Jason?? Jason, can you hear me?” No one heard me. No one replied. “ Grandma? Liam??” Was I dead? But the last bullet wasn't from Nicholas's men. I called for help, but it wasn't forthcoming. Rather than waiting for Jason, I think I should walk around and see if I can't find anyone nearby. Three minutes of walking, and I just happened to be back at the same spot I had been. “ That's strange
Author's sincerest apologies in regards to the error made in the last chapter.. Hi dearies, I noticed there was a mistake in the last chapter. That's Madelyn's POV and not Natasha's.. I only saw it after publishing. I had it revised and edited. As for the comments, I'm sorry I haven't been able to find them. I have to go through each chapter to locate it, and it's stressful. You can drop those comments under this note, I'd definitely see them. New chapters would drop tomorrow GMT+1, Nigerian time. What do you think Jason would do to Nicholas? Was Madelyn dead or dreaming? Drop comments below.. Bye. From your author, Zee.😻
MADELYN “ Welcome back, wife.” It's been what, a day or two of not hearing him call me that? They all stood by; my kids, grandma and Jason. All eight of them are the only people I can trust, the only people I could call family. I can't even trust Cara or Craig no more, not like I even did in the first place. My throat was painfully sore, more like dry. I needed water, but first I looked down and heaved a sigh of relief. My heart was intact. It had all been a dream. “ Water,” I managed to say. He let go of my hand, and grabbed a glass by the bedside table. They had been waiting for me to wake up and ask for it. Jason helped me up, and watched me down the liquid in one go. Two glasses of water was unable to quench my inextinguishable thirst. Another glass of water, and I shut my eyes. “ I'm sorry I didn't take the guards with me, yesterday,” I began and noticed how their eyes bore into me. “ What?” “ It's been a week, Madelyn. It wasn't
JASON “ So, he hasn't woken up yet?”The jerk has been sleeping. I'm not concerned if he's dead or not. That's the least on my mind. After leaving Madelyn to catch up with Hattie, I made for the secret room downstairs. No one knew such a room existed, no one but Grandma and the men who built the house. I crept down the dark hall which led to the secret room.I always loved it down here. I stopped by the banister of the stairwell leading into the darkness. The sounds of mice scurrying made echoes in the vaulted ceilings. My men were already there, taking turns in beating crap out of him. The secret room and it's hallway was connected to the art room downstairs. Behind the large painting of Medusa, was a secret passage way. I never have dirty linens, so it was built just because I wanted it to be built. But, I do have a good cause for it since Madelyn's slumber. “ Wake him up. I'm here for a friendly chat.” The dark figure pressed forward, knife gle
MADELYN The gruesome sight before my very eyes made me want to puke. My husband's eyes settled on me, while Nicholas just did what he knew how best to do— smirk. “ Oh hello Madelyn, I see you have awaken. You know your husband and I were just talking about you. So tell me, did it take a kiss from your prince charming to wake you up from your deep slumber?” I ignored the jerk, my eyes wandered around the room, and terror gripped me. All types of weapons, some I have never seen, were hung on the wall. Blood, no doubts that of Nicholas's made the once white rug one of many colors. “ It's not what you think, Madelyn. I.. I can explain, just allow me..” He stalked up to me and grabbed my waist. I swallowed the gasp and forced myself to be still as I stared at his chest. “ How long?” I asked, he leaned down until his mouth was less than an inch from my throat. “ How long, Jason?” " How long what?" His hot lips were barely an inch away from mine. “ How long has our guest been here?” t