"Oh! It's nice of you. I will make it to the restaurant before you, trust me. I wouldn't want to keep you waiting, you know you mean the world to me," Adrain, Natalia's boyfriend, said over the phone.
"I love you, Adrain. I just can't wait to get this divorce signed, so we can finally be together once again,” Natalia concluded as she ended the call, making her way to the sitting room. Seated in the lavish sitting room was Caleb Kensington, the youngest billionaire in all of Italy. He possessed a dangerous aura that repelled people, yet simultaneously drew them in with his captivating and handsome appearance. Many young ladies would do anything for him, but unfortunately, he was married. To the world, he appeared as a married man, but to his wife Natalia Lawson, and the household, it was no true marriage. A union devoid of love cannot be deemed a marriage. A relationship where the husband treats his wife like a slave is far from a marriage, and most significantly, when the husband harbours an intense hatred for his wife, surpassing any other sentiment in the world, it can only be described as hell. Caleb's mansion, belonging to the young billionaire himself, was not a home for Natalia; instead, it resembled a personal hell that she longed to escape. Her parents coerced her into this predicament. It was not the wedding she had always envisioned, walking down the aisle with the man of her dreams, Adrain. Her parents stole that dream away from her. Shortly after graduating from college, her parents introduced her to Caleb. She initially dismissed it as inconsequential, but one fateful day, when she returned from shopping with Adrain, her parents dropped the bombshell of an arranged marriage. That day marked the saddest moment of her life, a day she wished had never existed, as it extinguished any hope of a dream wedding with Adrain. Caleb was never the affectionate type. He detested Natalia from the very first day he laid eyes on her, possibly because he was in love with another girl. If it were solely up to him, he would have halted the arranged marriage, but his parents had a say in the matter. Descending the stairs in a floral gown, her hair cascading loosely over her shoulders, Natalia's countenance lacked the happiness and radiance that once defined her. Since her marriage to Caleb, happiness and smiles have been non-existent. The once vibrant and cheerful Natalia was now consumed by a profound sadness evident to all. Although denied the wedding of her dreams, she had hoped for a caring husband, someone who would at least show a hint of concern, even if he lacked any genuine affection towards her. However, her husband was the epitome of apathy, never displaying the slightest care for her well-being. "Ca... Caleb," Natalia stuttered. She wanted to tell him that she was going out with Adrain, but the fear of being locked up again made her stutter. Caleb slowly raised his head from his laptop and gave her a disgusted look. Natalia swallowed hard. "I am... going out with Adrain," she said, biting her lip. How she wished he would allow her to leave this hell of a house, but it seemed like the devil knew better. "You're not leaving the house," he replied coldly, then turned back to his laptop. “Adrain is already waiting for me. Please let me go. After all, this isn't marriage," she muttered the last part, but Caleb heard her. He slowly raised his head and stared at her, anger surging through his veins. "To hell with Adrain. You're my wife. He should give up on you," Caleb snapped, slamming close, his laptop. "But this isn't right. Why are you allowed to do whatever you want, while I am not? You have a lover, and I have one too, but you won't allow me to see him," tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke. He only scoffed and stood up, pushing her off with his shoulder, causing her to fall heavily onto a sofa. Uncontrollable tears began to stream down her cheeks as she covered her face with her palms. How she wished she hadn't been born into the Roger family. Maybe then she wouldn't be in this situation. A few minutes later, Caleb descended the stairs, dressed and engrossed in a phone conversation with his girlfriend, Abigail. A radiant smile adorned his face as he strode past Natalia without sparing her a glance. ********* With sunglasses accentuating his allure, Caleb entered the restaurant. He removed his shades, his eyes scanning the room in search of Abigail. Spotting her, he waved, and a smile tugged at his lips as he made his way toward her. Having booked the entire seating area, they were the only occupants. "Hey, babe," Abigail greeted, her smile mirroring Caleb's as he sat beside her and planted a kiss on her lips. "I've missed you so much," she pouted, and Caleb chuckled. A waitress approached their table, ready to take their orders. "Babe, what would you like to eat? I can't decide," Abigail said, perusing the menu. The waitress couldn't help but stare at them, shock evident on her face. "Isn't that Caleb Kensington?" she wondered. "What is he doing with someone who isn't his wife? And she even called him babe." Both couples noticed the waitress's bewildered expression. Although they had already placed their orders, they looked up to find her lost in thought. Abigail tapped her, jolting her out of her daze. "Huh?" “We'll have this and this," Abigail pointed at the food on the menu and the waitress nodded. After the waitress left, an awkward silence enveloped the table. Abigail couldn't resist stealing glances at Caleb who appeared visibly annoyed. "Is something wrong?" she inquired, and Caleb smiled. "Nothing much. Just irritated by how Natalia spoke to me," he replied, prompting Abigail to furrow her brows. "What did she say?" "She wants to see Adrain," Caleb hissed, and Abigail bit her lower lip, choosing not to respond. Observing her silence, Caleb placed his hands on hers. "I know what you're thinking," he said, smiling. "But I would never fall for Natalia, so don't worry. She's not my type,. You're the only girl who fills my heart." Abigail's face brightened with a smile, and almost immediately, their order arrived. Just as they were about to eat, the door to the restaurant burst open, and Natalia came in looking so angry. She walked to where the lovers were eating and glared so hard at Caleb who looked so surprised. "What the hell are you doing here?" Caleb's once-surprised face turned cold immediately. "You are here having a blissful date with your girlfriend, while I am not permitted to see my Adrain? Are you even human?" Natalia lamented angrily. Caleb stood up with a murderous scowl, raised his hand, and gave her a slap, dragging her by her hair out of the scene already created."Get your ass over here right now, Amelia!" Mrs. Andrews, Amelia's stepmother, yelled. Amelia, who was diligently washing dishes in the small wooden kitchen, hurried as fast as her legs could carry her to the living room. Mrs Andrews was seated on the sofa, clutching a glass of orange juice and a plate of snacks while engrossed in the television. Her daughter, Leah, sat beside her, rolling her eyes disdainfully at Amelia's approaching figure. "Will you walk faster? Just take a look at how sluggish and slow she is," Leah rolled her eyes as she stared disgustingly at Amelia who was walking faster to the sitting room. Amelia had been orphaned when her mother passed away, an unforgettable event that would forever linger in her memory—her eighth birthday. ******** FLASHBACK The Andrews' residence was adorned with vibrant flowers and colourful lights. The living room exuded a festive ambience. The table showcased a beautifully decorated vanilla cake, proudly written, “Amelia is eigh
Today seemed destined to be another day of pain. Amelia often wondered if her father had ever truly loved her. Before her mother's untimely death, he had been affectionate, caring, and kind. But everything changed on that fateful day she gave up her ghost. Her father approached the dining room table with slow, deliberate steps, and Leah rushed to his side. "Dad, she spilled spaghetti all over the table, and you know how much I can't stand it," Leah said, clutching his arm tightly. His gaze shifted back to Amelia, who kept her eyes fixed on the floor, unable to meet his piercing stare. "Is it true?" he questioned, moving closer to where she stood, causing her to tremble involuntarily. "I... I... didn't..." Amelia's words were cut off abruptly as a sharp slap struck her cheek, leaving a painful stinging sensation. She instinctively cradled her throbbing cheek with trembling hands. "You're a witch. You always bring disaster wherever you go. Can't you be less evil?" her father spat
"What do you think you are about to do?" Caleb asked nonchalantly. He tightened his grip and forcefully collected the fork from her, and then slapped her. Natalia fell hard on the floor, holding her cheeks that were already bruised. Streaks of blood flowed down her lips. Caleb stared at her in disdain and watched her as she hid her face behind her lush and full hair. "Were you trying to stab me? With a fork? You must be delusional," he spat in anger. Crouching before her, one knee bent, he grabbed her jaw and looked deeply into her eyes. "Listen and listen good, fool. You live here and you live by my rules. I don't care what you do or what happens to you, just stay away from me," he said before proceeding to go upstairs. "And one last thing.....," he said, halting in his steps. "Don't you ever lay your filthy hands on me," he warned coldly before walking away nonchalantly. The maids volunteered to help her stand up, but she refused, curling herself in a heap on the floor. She ne
As Amelia lay on her tiny bed, she tried to distract herself from the evil thoughts that loomed. Immediately she heard footsteps approaching her room, she clutched her bed sheet tight in fear. It was worn out, and any single drag or strain could tear it. "Amelia!!!" her step-sister screamed from her doorpost. "Yes I'm here," Amelia answered, rushing towards her, hands and feet quivering in fright. She could feel her heart beat at an abnormal rate. "I want you to whip me up something good and tasty. The dinner you made was the worst I've ever eaten," she said. "Yes, I can," Amelia answered. "I wasn't asking for your permission or objection either. It's an order and I want it to be done with immediate effect," she said while stomping her feet. "Okay," Amelia quickly dashed into the kitchen in a confused state. Her step-sister didn't tell her what exactly she wanted to eat. "Something nice and sweet," Amelia said, murmuring to herself. She set out to prepare to rinse a pan. She
Caleb Kensington was in turmoil. His usually suave look was distorted, his curly, black hair ruffled by his long, strong fingers, and his shirt was untucked and half-unbuttoned.“If my wife could see me now, she would surely faint from shock,” he mused. “If only I knew where she was,” he muttered, dragging his hand through his hair for the umpteenth time that night.The past hour had been quite confusing when the alarm had sounded, drawing him out from the depths of his slumber just minutes after he had slept off after returning from work. Everyone had dashed around, thinking it was a break-in, but the guard’s thorough search had yielded nothing. There was no intruder in the house. Fury had swamped him at the thought that someone had played a prank on him.“Could it be that the false alarm had been to distract them from the true purpose?” He pondered, a thunderous scowl on his handsome, chiselled face, as a thought occurred to him.Where was his wife? Despite all the panic, Natalia ha
“Hello, ma’am,” the voice said in a low, barely audible voice. “Hello?” Abigail Sinclair answered cautiously, seated at the dressing table in her room and admiring her reflection in the mirror on the wall. “It’s me, ma’am. The maid,” the voice whispered. Abigail rolled her eyes in disgust at the sound of heavy breathing coming through the phone.“Yes, so?” She asked impatiently. These peasants can be annoying. Why was she identifying herself? Didn’t she know anyone could have hacked and traced the call? Abigail fought the urge to yell at her. She couldn’t afford to lose her cool because it would make the maid skittish. She had gone through so much trouble to gain her tenuous trust and get her to spy for her. Really, it was amazing what someone could achieve with money. “The miss, she is…” she trailed off. Abigail immediately sat upright, her beautiful face becoming twisted as she widened her eyes and held the table before her in a white-knuckled grip. “Yes? Speak, you silly gir
"Damn it!" Caleb cursed, hitting his palm against the tiled wall of his bathroom in frustration.The steam and hot water did nothing to ease his mind and the pressures of the past few days are starting to get to him.Sighing heavily, he shut off the water and stepped out into his room. It was a perfect reflection of his mood, the drawn dark curtains and heavy, brown furniture, mimicking his turbulent thoughts.He couldn't shake the guilt that ate at him since Natalia's body was pulled out of the water. It was that guilt that pushed him to keep pressing on her chest, desperately trying to resuscitate her.Now, that same feeling stuck to him like a second skin, like a weight on his shoulders he couldn't shake. He didn't even like his wife but he knew she didn't deserve to die just like that.He let out another heavy sigh as he quickly dressed up and stepped out to check on his wife. Her room was a sharp contrast to his- bright blue colours and open windows to let in air. The room looked
Abigail sighed for the umpteenth time in ten minutes. With a loud groan, she dropped on her bed, bouncing a little as her hooded gaze swept around the room. "God! This place is worse than a darned tomb!" She mumbled under her breath, sliding a suspicious gaze at the door. She didn't trust anyone in this mansion and they all avoided her like a plague—including Caleb. Since her unannounced arrival in the mansion, Caleb had disappeared. There was simply no other word for it. No matter how hard she tried to get him to spend time with her, he never accepted her invitation. He was always either busy with work or in his wife's room. Even the maids in the household seemed to turn up missing whenever she needed them. There was this thinly-veiled dislike that seemed to be directed at her. Not that she cared though. Soon, she would become the mistress of the household, and then, no one would dare treat her like trash. She would finally have all that was due to her. She vowed silently, her ey
Caleb's scowl turned darker as he nursed a glass of whisky in his dark study. His thoughts dwelled on the woman who had seized his heart and seemed determined not to let go, even though she was currently unconscious. He felt like a fool for being so unsettled over a woman he should despise but no matter how hard he tried, Natalia was firmly entrenched in his head.He found himself lurking at her door like a stranger in his own home and each time, the sight of her pale face made the claws of guilt sink deeper into his heart.If only he had treated her right. If only he had not been so cruel and heartless. If only—.With a sound of disgust, Caleb restlessly jerked out of the chair and prowled to one of the huge floor-ceiling windows in the room, his thoughts as turbulent as the storm that threatened outside.The darkness of the sky was fitting to his mood and his lips twisted in a self-deprecating grimace. He had no one else to blame for his predicament.Suddenly, the door shoved open
Abigail sighed for the umpteenth time in ten minutes. With a loud groan, she dropped on her bed, bouncing a little as her hooded gaze swept around the room. "God! This place is worse than a darned tomb!" She mumbled under her breath, sliding a suspicious gaze at the door. She didn't trust anyone in this mansion and they all avoided her like a plague—including Caleb. Since her unannounced arrival in the mansion, Caleb had disappeared. There was simply no other word for it. No matter how hard she tried to get him to spend time with her, he never accepted her invitation. He was always either busy with work or in his wife's room. Even the maids in the household seemed to turn up missing whenever she needed them. There was this thinly-veiled dislike that seemed to be directed at her. Not that she cared though. Soon, she would become the mistress of the household, and then, no one would dare treat her like trash. She would finally have all that was due to her. She vowed silently, her ey
"Damn it!" Caleb cursed, hitting his palm against the tiled wall of his bathroom in frustration.The steam and hot water did nothing to ease his mind and the pressures of the past few days are starting to get to him.Sighing heavily, he shut off the water and stepped out into his room. It was a perfect reflection of his mood, the drawn dark curtains and heavy, brown furniture, mimicking his turbulent thoughts.He couldn't shake the guilt that ate at him since Natalia's body was pulled out of the water. It was that guilt that pushed him to keep pressing on her chest, desperately trying to resuscitate her.Now, that same feeling stuck to him like a second skin, like a weight on his shoulders he couldn't shake. He didn't even like his wife but he knew she didn't deserve to die just like that.He let out another heavy sigh as he quickly dressed up and stepped out to check on his wife. Her room was a sharp contrast to his- bright blue colours and open windows to let in air. The room looked
“Hello, ma’am,” the voice said in a low, barely audible voice. “Hello?” Abigail Sinclair answered cautiously, seated at the dressing table in her room and admiring her reflection in the mirror on the wall. “It’s me, ma’am. The maid,” the voice whispered. Abigail rolled her eyes in disgust at the sound of heavy breathing coming through the phone.“Yes, so?” She asked impatiently. These peasants can be annoying. Why was she identifying herself? Didn’t she know anyone could have hacked and traced the call? Abigail fought the urge to yell at her. She couldn’t afford to lose her cool because it would make the maid skittish. She had gone through so much trouble to gain her tenuous trust and get her to spy for her. Really, it was amazing what someone could achieve with money. “The miss, she is…” she trailed off. Abigail immediately sat upright, her beautiful face becoming twisted as she widened her eyes and held the table before her in a white-knuckled grip. “Yes? Speak, you silly gir
Caleb Kensington was in turmoil. His usually suave look was distorted, his curly, black hair ruffled by his long, strong fingers, and his shirt was untucked and half-unbuttoned.“If my wife could see me now, she would surely faint from shock,” he mused. “If only I knew where she was,” he muttered, dragging his hand through his hair for the umpteenth time that night.The past hour had been quite confusing when the alarm had sounded, drawing him out from the depths of his slumber just minutes after he had slept off after returning from work. Everyone had dashed around, thinking it was a break-in, but the guard’s thorough search had yielded nothing. There was no intruder in the house. Fury had swamped him at the thought that someone had played a prank on him.“Could it be that the false alarm had been to distract them from the true purpose?” He pondered, a thunderous scowl on his handsome, chiselled face, as a thought occurred to him.Where was his wife? Despite all the panic, Natalia ha
As Amelia lay on her tiny bed, she tried to distract herself from the evil thoughts that loomed. Immediately she heard footsteps approaching her room, she clutched her bed sheet tight in fear. It was worn out, and any single drag or strain could tear it. "Amelia!!!" her step-sister screamed from her doorpost. "Yes I'm here," Amelia answered, rushing towards her, hands and feet quivering in fright. She could feel her heart beat at an abnormal rate. "I want you to whip me up something good and tasty. The dinner you made was the worst I've ever eaten," she said. "Yes, I can," Amelia answered. "I wasn't asking for your permission or objection either. It's an order and I want it to be done with immediate effect," she said while stomping her feet. "Okay," Amelia quickly dashed into the kitchen in a confused state. Her step-sister didn't tell her what exactly she wanted to eat. "Something nice and sweet," Amelia said, murmuring to herself. She set out to prepare to rinse a pan. She
"What do you think you are about to do?" Caleb asked nonchalantly. He tightened his grip and forcefully collected the fork from her, and then slapped her. Natalia fell hard on the floor, holding her cheeks that were already bruised. Streaks of blood flowed down her lips. Caleb stared at her in disdain and watched her as she hid her face behind her lush and full hair. "Were you trying to stab me? With a fork? You must be delusional," he spat in anger. Crouching before her, one knee bent, he grabbed her jaw and looked deeply into her eyes. "Listen and listen good, fool. You live here and you live by my rules. I don't care what you do or what happens to you, just stay away from me," he said before proceeding to go upstairs. "And one last thing.....," he said, halting in his steps. "Don't you ever lay your filthy hands on me," he warned coldly before walking away nonchalantly. The maids volunteered to help her stand up, but she refused, curling herself in a heap on the floor. She ne
Today seemed destined to be another day of pain. Amelia often wondered if her father had ever truly loved her. Before her mother's untimely death, he had been affectionate, caring, and kind. But everything changed on that fateful day she gave up her ghost. Her father approached the dining room table with slow, deliberate steps, and Leah rushed to his side. "Dad, she spilled spaghetti all over the table, and you know how much I can't stand it," Leah said, clutching his arm tightly. His gaze shifted back to Amelia, who kept her eyes fixed on the floor, unable to meet his piercing stare. "Is it true?" he questioned, moving closer to where she stood, causing her to tremble involuntarily. "I... I... didn't..." Amelia's words were cut off abruptly as a sharp slap struck her cheek, leaving a painful stinging sensation. She instinctively cradled her throbbing cheek with trembling hands. "You're a witch. You always bring disaster wherever you go. Can't you be less evil?" her father spat
"Get your ass over here right now, Amelia!" Mrs. Andrews, Amelia's stepmother, yelled. Amelia, who was diligently washing dishes in the small wooden kitchen, hurried as fast as her legs could carry her to the living room. Mrs Andrews was seated on the sofa, clutching a glass of orange juice and a plate of snacks while engrossed in the television. Her daughter, Leah, sat beside her, rolling her eyes disdainfully at Amelia's approaching figure. "Will you walk faster? Just take a look at how sluggish and slow she is," Leah rolled her eyes as she stared disgustingly at Amelia who was walking faster to the sitting room. Amelia had been orphaned when her mother passed away, an unforgettable event that would forever linger in her memory—her eighth birthday. ******** FLASHBACK The Andrews' residence was adorned with vibrant flowers and colourful lights. The living room exuded a festive ambience. The table showcased a beautifully decorated vanilla cake, proudly written, “Amelia is eigh