Kyle rushed over to their door telling Alessa to stay in bed. She of course didn’t listen and trailed behind him. Kyle swung the door open, to find James and Aspen. Aspen looked haggard. “It’s one in the morning. What is so important at this time of the night that it couldn’t wait till morning.” “Umm, she is having a panic attack. Crying and pacing. I think you should hear what she has to say.” James interjected.“Are you okay?” Alessa asked from behind Kyle. Aspen shook her head. “I—it’s about Frank. There is something he told me—I didn’t know how to tell you.”“What?” Kyle asked, irritated.“He—“ Aspen wailed before she could continue.Kyle began to shut the door on them. “Get her to bed!” He commanded, but James put his hand in the way and the door stayed open. “Give her a minute Kyle.”“So you know what it is? If you do, tell me. Alessa hasn’t slept well and I don’t want to waste any more time on this.” Kyle rudely said. James’ jaw clenched. Alessa stepped in between them.
“Aspen, how often do you meet with Frank?” Alessa asked. This was a few hours later. Everyone was well rested and since it was a Saturday, everyone was free. So, the four of them were huddled in Alessa’s room, ready to listen to her plan. “We have lunch together most days. Dinners, rarely but if it’s a business thing, Kyle and I are invited.” Aspen answer.“Perfect! How much do you think he trusts you?” “A little less now. I’ve expressed to him how much I regretted what I did to you.” Aspen sighted.“Do you think you can get his trust back?” Alessa asked. “How?”“Tell him Alessa is back.” Both the men sighted, “Not this again.” Kyle voiced.“I am not saying we tell him Alice is Alessa. I am saying we let him know Alessa is back. Like a looming ghostly figure.” Alessa cackled.“What if he figured out you are Alessa?” Kyle asked.“Not this again,” Alessa sighed. “He won’t. He doesn’t care enough about me. Take my word for it.” She said to the boys, then turned to Aspen. “Do it the
The girls met up at a cafe in the city, away from Camelot, away from the mansion, away from The Milton. “Well, lunch with Daddy ended up being beneficial. Daddy knows Adam.”“Probably because he hired him for something.” Alessa scoffed.“No,” Aspen defended. “Someone hired Adam to attack my dad, but he paid him off to let him live. At least we know how to get him on our side, just show him the money.” “That we can work with. Did your dad give you his info? How can we find him?” Alessa asked.“Hell no. Daddy may have forced me to marry Kyle but he does love me. He wants me to stay far away from him. He is even angry that Frank got involved with him.” Informed Aspen.“So we are at square one?” Alessa sighed.“Well, we would be if you asked an airhead heiress to help you. Lucky for you, you didn’t. ““What did you find out, my tiny frenemy?” Alessa excitedly asked. “Well, Daddy left his phone when he went to use the bathroom. It was as easy as searching for his name. Which is what I d
Several camera flashes blinded Alessa as she looked at Kyle’s bloody knuckles. He was kneeling, exhausted in front of her. On the floor, next to them lay a man, his face also bloody and his eyes closed but hopefully only because he was unconscious. “Kyle Danny. Who is this woman? Where is your fiancee? Why did you hurt this man? How did you two meet?” These were just some of the questions being hurled at them, but they were not looking away from each other.“Kyle, you need to leave. This is all going to blow up. Your fiancée’s going to see all of this.” Alessa finally said, crying, thinking about the pain Kyle must be in. His hands drilling blood. “I don’t care. I don’t care about anything else right now. Answer me.” Kyle demanded but also begged at the same time. “I can’t.” No matter how much Alessa wanted to run away into the sunset with Kyle Danny, she couldn't. She wasn't enough. Their love wasn't enough!“So you're saying no to marrying me?” Kyle’s voice stern and angry.“I—”
About a year ago...“You can’t do one thing right!” The man on the video screamed. “I asked you to do one thing. Book a reservation for 11:30, how can you not get that one task completed?” He bellowed even louder. “I am sorry sir!” The lady in the video begged. “Sorry isn’t going to fix the fact that the investor I was supposed to meet left because I was half an hour late.” His voice got louder. “This video was leaked to the press a few days ago and it has already begun to negatively affect the Camelot stock. Kyle Danny has yet to make a statement on this matter. Though the press is expecting him to make an apology soon.” The man and woman were now in a smaller box on top of the phone screen and a news reporter appeared in the center. “This! This is the guy who is supposed to help PHAT News. I don’t want his bailout.” Alessa said to her best friend Madison as they sipped their coffee at a coffee shop near their New York office. Alessa clicked off her phone, turning off the yelling
“Yes,” Alessa meekly added now. “You can’t do this to two people who love each other.”“I can do whatever I want.” Kyle roughly said as the two brothers moved towards the two best friends.“It wouldn’t be fair. They actually love each other. You're getting married for what? To save face? To distract the world from how cruel you can be?” Alessa was now facing those hazel eyes having a second wind of confidence run through her. However, she couldn’t help but notice how deep, dark, and mesmerizing his eyes were.“Who is this person John? Why is she in my house, criticizing my life?” “She was the person I was telling you about? The other girl. She will also need to move into the mansion. My assistant, Alessa McClaire.” Madison answered for John. “I’ll need to do what?” Alessa exclaimed. Kyle’s face turned into a grin. “Oh, she is the help.”“She is my assistant and roommate. If I move out of the apartment, she won’t have enough money to pay the rent by herself anywhere in the city. If
The dishes were not only piled horizontally but also vertically. If Alessa had to guess, there were over 200 hundred dishes in here. The mansion’s kitchen, which was not small, was half made up of these piles of dishes. According to Mrs.Rafferty, who begrudgingly led Alessa down to the kitchen, the dishes encompassed all the servants and the dinner party guest Kyle hosted tonight. Alessa calculated that this was going to take her at least three hours and it was almost 10:30 PM. Not willing to back down from the challenge, she began scrubbing, applying a generous amount of soap to a pad, and creating copious amounts of little tiny bubbles.She didn’t stop for anything. She didn’t stop when her wrist started hurting, or when the pain traveled up to her shoulder. Not even when her legs screamed out in pain for standing on them too long. Not even when her skin got so pruney that it started peeling. She only stopped when the last dish, a beautiful white and blue China plate, was washed an
Mrs.Rafferty and Alessa walked down into the kitchen but didn’t stop there. From there they continued toward a long dark hallway that barely let two people walk side by side. One side of the hallway was filled with small wooded doors. They didn’t stop till they got to the end of the sad hallway. Here Mrs.Rafferty opened the door to a very small room with an old bed, and a side table, with a miserably low lamp on top of it. On the left of the bed, there was a cupboard much smaller than the one in the room she woke up in. “This is it. I’ll have it clean if you want to wait to move it!” Mrs.Rafferty advised.“No, I am fine. I’ll clean it myself. There isn’t much to clean anyways.” She commented as she waved her hand in front of her face at the dust that constantly flowed in front of her. “Alright then dear. James should be down shortly.” Mrs.Rafferty said before leaving Alessa all alone in this—no other way to describe it—dungeon.Alessa opened some of the drawers in the cupboard to se