CHAPTER EIGHTIsabella was walking alone,the delibrate slowless of her feet was the perfect echoes of a dead street. The smile that stretched to her lips made it clear that she wanted to have Leo by her side all through the cold morning, gripping tightly on his lonely bed. She unbottened her cardigan, and flung to her right arm, while her shoulders were left bare. She edged closer to the door and her smile enraged widely and above her lips, and the lights around his silent gardens beamed all over her. It was the smell of hibiscus that appealed most to her. She was curious and scared and was finding a better way to lure him to her, she had thought deeply, and it would sound more enticing to him if she appeared. She swirled her gown slightly to the position of her breast and rubbed a small portion of mud on her brow, to appear as someone who had been infuriated deeply, and hurt. He would likely listen to her, especially when it was late in the night, and all the tales associated with
CHAPTER NINEClarra had woken up slightly, gradually her eyes opening up to a empty space, in which she had relaxed unconciously on the faded wall. Her slowly opening eyes recognized a bright light, and a fan that whriled slowly in the celling. Her hands and mouth are tied tightly and she could barely breath. Jasmine trooped slowly into the room and began smiling widly even when she screamed so loud, it was curled in a kind of depressed voice because her mouth was tied tightly with a black cloth. 'Why are you shooting, you can't be heard?Jasmine walked up to her, and smiled a mad smile, removing the cloth from her mouth and pressuring his lips tightly to hers till she kept nodding her head to express disapproval. She had never felt so humiliated and irritated not until this moment. She moved back slightly, dragging her backwards legs. She gasped for breath and it ran suddenly.'What have I done to you?'Love had caused you this harm, you're obstinate!'I don't get, Lo
CHAPTER TENClara leaped to her feet and lunged forward, slamming herself against the balcony, as she ran across the other room and finally came out of the building. It was dark. She was breathing heavily as she paused and swifted across the bush. Clara wasn't sure where she was heading to but she needed to trust herself even when it didn't matter. Jasmine still knelt in the pains that struck him by his thighs and his hands caresssing the position softly. He stood up, with an groaning face and ran fingers through his hair. He needed to find her, evem though, it would cost her life. He removed the gun from the wardrobe and cleaned it with the handerchief in his hands, pressing it down to his pants. He wore a black jacket and ran quickly outside in search of her Clara could feel a bead of sweats assembling around her brow. She wiped them with the beam of tiredness still in her eyes. They were whirling round to know the location which she could douge into. Her lips were hot and her h
CHAPTER ELEVENClara rolled her eyes, as tears streamed down gently to her fair cheeks. She gazed as they moved Leo to the ward in the corridor. Those eyes had already been buried in tears and it streamed down slowly till she whipped them and sat down. Leo placed his hand on his chest and the blood wetted that position. A large portion of his shirt was soaked with blood. It was already becoming a nightmare to Clara as she couldn't believe with her eyes that all these things are happening around her, the pains stuck her heart which gave way to the streams of tears.She felt breathless as if they were no life in her, it was difficult to imagine these situations gathering round her mind. It took some deep moment to reflect on her life, she was completely lost when her father came into the hospital . Clara had worned out of asking any nurses who walked across her, but it seems repulsive. He had been waving but seems completely lost as if she is not in this world.'Clara,
CHAPTER TWELVEHer eyes were bright and her legs pressed forward in amazement. Isabella's breast flung out widely and bounced gently through the red loosed gown which obviously made her shoulder looked bare. The gown slightly held the breast but had clinged tightly to her large nipples. It was her usual of dressing and it suited her to appear in a lustful style. Most often, her father was always tempted when she slept on the cushion after late clubbing. She was often lying naked, breast not fully covered and her legs yanked almost in separate destination. He would always nag until he heard him in a fainting despair and swifty ran to wear a night gown that reached to her knees. The way people stared at her in the hospital seemed as if there was a terrifying feeling about her, which stalked their minds. Her dark shades excused her from the feeling that someone was staring at her and as she walked in her heel, her knees almost knocked. She strolled across people who sat on the chair an
CHAPTER THIRTEEN'Are you drunk again, you smell so bad'Sir Alfonso raised his eyebrows in frustrations slamming the door with an irritation that sprawled around his eager face. Isabella barely made her way through the door, as she held tightly to get father's arm, and when he had released her, she thrusted forcefully on the cushion. He could see her breast, and they pointed out naked; in a glaring manner that made him feel tempted. Anytime he remembered that Isabella was her daughter, he felt a strike of pain in his mind and his heart throbbed heavily. She had just returned from the hospital and it seemed that he equally guessed that she had been heart broken by the proximity of Clara and Leo. 'Dad, Clara thinks she can have anything he want' she balanced on the chair, till with her head still whirling side ways, upwards and her eyes reddened.'Where did you get alcohol this morning''Its not your business, you have never cared''i have, only that you have chosen to go the wrong wa
CHAPTER FOURTEENClara kissed Leo on his forehead softly as he looked into her eyes. He held her hands warmly and shifted a bit. He has been steeling himself from this moment but as the bandage wraps across his arm to his chest, he barely moved them widely.'You will be fine again' He carresed his hair and smiled lightly.'You always give me hope and I can't live a day without you.'really, you have always thought about it's'Yes' As he remembered Isabella, his face grown into displeasure.'Whats wrong? You are out already'. She rubbed his cheek with her hands which helped to rekindle the smile. Leo already felt in his heart that he had found a perfect woman for him, and her expressioness, her warm touch and hopeful gaze rebranded something dead in his heart. Isabella had always given him sex, but he never wanted that kind of relationship, and whenever Isabella mentioned issues relating to marriage, he abhorred it, a man's life can't be dependent on sex, in the same way Isabella is
CHAPTER FIVETEENShe forced her feet to walk up the steps of the hospital and her eyes were still wet with tears. Clara was willing to let go of her past and embrace the present reality. They had all been waiting for him with a car, as Clara had just gone up to help him through the steps. They guessed that he couldn't have gotten the strength to climb through them. She entered into room and interrupted the conversation between he and the doctors.'Its time, your family are waiting for you outside''I would quickly get some drugs to help you recover.'Thanks Dr. Daniel. 'Excuse me, I want to get the drugs''Ok sir'Leo smiled and when he looked across to Clara, his smile dried. She didn't look really enthusiastic after her discovery of the sexual relationship with her blood sister. She still choose to brush them aside but the emotions haunted her mind. He cocked his head and stared in amazement. He was the architect of her souful cries and couldn't help but worry in his silence. His
CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR'I felt so worried yesterday''What's wrong darling?He looked scarily into her eyes. They were still naked on the bed, but the blanket had covered a large portion of her body. Leo still looked at her, wondering if she was in a roundabout way talking about how he had sneaked into her room and had his way with her. He was calm and quiet, wondering where she was directing her worries to.'I followed Isabella yesterday''It remains a secret, I saw a man who clasped her hands into a corner''You followed me with your eyes''Yeah I just did, but didn't know what they did afterwards''Do you know who I saw''You know dear, I mean you worry much. It could have been an old school Friend'.'Really, I saw the man who tried to kill you that day:'Wait! You mean the guy that kidnapped you''Yes' 'Wait! What could she be doing with Isabella'Clara had come into recognition after she had exposed her sister. She was being over protective. She quickly diverted the topic and he wa
CHAPTER TWENTY THREEIt was evening and everywhere was cold. Isabella had dropped from a taxi and looked around widly. The environment seemed so serene, and she loved the smell from the gardens. It was a bursting rows of purple hibiscus and bougainvillea, and they appealed mostly to her. She had grown up admiring flowers in the way that her sister did. Their father had once worked as a Gardener before he ventured into ranching. They were lovers of flowers. She had wondered if this place was really the house of Jasmine. It seemed quite beautiful and peaceful. The modest houses where families found their peace but he stayed alone. She had delivered this thought to her mind, to make sense out of all she had said.She removed the paper from her bag which she had written the address. It was similar and her expression was awe. It didn't seem quite true to her because many things ran through her head. Isabella thought about how he could afford this luxurious house and the th
CHAPTER TWENTY TWOIsabella face flushed through the sun in anger as she stepped out the taxi. Her feet felt so light, but her mind bothered around so many scary thoughts. She walked forward a bit in a bid to mourn her father and a thousand eyes gazed at her in curiosity. She could feel the silence of the sorrowful environment; and the sad music that sank into her heart. Isabella was dressed in a dark gown that has red rose attached to her breast. Every great personality in the city was there, even family members, but she felt throughly abadnoned. Isabella knew they came all because of the affluence of Leo.She arrived since but all eyes still followed every footsteps she walked up to his grave and dropped the flowers. Leo still held strongly to Clara who rested on his chest. She watched her closely with a kind of eye, that were filled with tears emotions. She wasn't sure about her intentions and had left her to moan for a while. It was this that infuriated Isabella having glanced at
CHAPTER TWENTY ONELeo had come to his office early that morning to sign some documents. It frustrated him to remember those things that Clara had saw him do. Isabella was callous on the day that they lost their father by getting him into one of her dirty behavior. He got tempted to apologise to her, and she wouldn't have listened, so he wrote a letter and the letter felt cold as his heart because she had refused to read it. He saw his last chance frizzling in the air. He knew things were dangerous with the romantic affairs with the two sisters. He didn't want to get involved in it. They had actually gotten into the fracas after the incidence at the Sushi restaurant. He knew they were after her live because of him. Isabella would surely be after her that moment he slapped her. It all went in the mingling horror of seeing Clara over Leo. It was the least she could think about. She had made several attempts but Clara had always escaped. Perhaps, she was strong willed. She wasn't awar
CHAPTER TWENTYClara sat in an arm chair with her eyes closed and her legs clutched together at the top. She cursed herself for all the moment, he didn't see him continually holding her hands, or hugging with the remark 'you are a darling'. This sensual love ran through the family for a long while. She wanted stayed a bit longer with him, to make her errs in whatever she has done in the past. She titled her head to the door, and all she saw were void images, and slowly leaping her hands to their air, with the winds wailing and winding all around. Clara missed her father and now there was no one to occupy that hollow that he had left in her heart. She longed for him, her emotions are becoming hollow, deepened by her soulful cries. She looked forward to the moment he would see Leo and would embrace him till her tears had filled his shirt. It came so clear to her, that he had become her only companion. She had seen the letter earlier before Isabella realised and had kept it a secret. H
CHAPTER NiNETEENLeo fell back slowly in his chair and his heart was heavy in a way that sent shivers rushing round his body. He took off his glass and sat up straight, to wipe the tears, still in his eyes. He had paused his lips for that quiet moment as the sad news of Sir Alfonso's death ran through his mind. His tears were slow and steady as he sat up straight piercing the blank paper with a pen. The fans still whirled in the celling but he already hung his suit. He felt this internal heat inside him and his tears led way for the rest of his emotion. The office was quiet sill, and the only thing that echoed was the whirling of the fans. He just held his phone and brushed aside the office files that occupied his front to the other end. It was difficult to accept that Sir Alfonso is dead. He was like a father to him and expected that he would see the blissful union between he and Clara. He put a call to Clara who he felt would be heartbroken, he is too, and his eyes looked tired f
CHAPTER NINETEENNanny had left the kitchen, in her usual apron, smiling brightly as she has always done. The feeling of warmness cloned her as if they were something more attached to it. She was the chef of The Dante before Sir Dante made her pregnant. Initially, it was an agreement, and she yielded since it was intended to make the family smile. She had borne this secret for years and the pain of Sir Dante's wife calling Leo son. She had to adapt, but it was not easy either. Before she left, she had told Clara to help her make the cookies that remained. She smiled, with a feeling that she intends getting something inside. And as she walked pass the door to the gate, she saw someone at one corner peering through the house. She wasn't sure who he was and he had never seen him before. And as she walked slowly, he came out of his hideout and dropped a letter on the gate. The gate keeper was inside, and he could probably not see it until he opened the gate. He ran off quickly as she tr
CHAPTER SEVENTEENIsabella needed a gun, and her tongue thirsted for liquor and cigarette. Her lips ran dry. She walked to get it from her bag and removed it She unzipped her cardigan and her eyes whirled round her room looking for her gun and remembered that she was drunk yesterday. Isabella sat on the bed thinking about those pleasurable moments with Leo. There was some tears that stood in her eyes but never rolled down. These tears rolled down from her eyes whenever she remembered that Clara is around him. She walked up slowly and looked across the window, sunlight beamed on her face. Isabella saw two teenager, and admired them as they walked together in the lonely street holding thier hands warmly. Isabella had wished that it was she and Leo, and that would encircle perfectly. She still had to get her gun, she had left them on the chair after being drunk, maybe her father had took it. She hitted the tip of the cigarette and the smokes died slowly. As she glanced across
CHAPTER SIXTEENLeo headed down the stairs from his room, with the door gently opened. He didn't want to wake her up, and if he did, he would desire to do it in a romantic way. He felt the need to walk silently through the room, peering through every slight corner. Clara still layed covered with the blanket, curling her hand and feet together. The night swayed romantic events in his mind, as he continued to walk slowly, smiling in his pyjamas. Clara eventually made him into something he could look and admire. She loved him deeply in the same sence that he does, but she is always cautious.Yesterday, she leaped on him and her skin felt heavy on his breast. His lips were hesitant to run round her nipple and she laid helpless moaning and leaping gently in the pleasure. His wagging tongue had reached almost every part of her body till she became wet. They were hoping not to wake Nanny Divine and Sir Alfonso, as she kept moaning all night. It was her first sex with him, but she wasn't