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I'm trembling like a leaf, staring at the empty seats with my jaw on the floor. I stagger as my legs lose all strength and I still refuse to believe my eyes. "I kept it right here," I mumbled to myself in the empty garage. "Why isn't it here?" tears drop on my cheek and I quickly wipe them off, telling myself to remain in control. I can just call Christopher and confirm if he took an envelope. He can't catch the cheque anyway. It definitely has my name on it and no one besides me can get the money. I'm not panicking over it being stolen, I'm worried about it being hidden. No one would take something useless to them unless they had the intention to spite me and these days, Oliver is my first guess. It's his chauffeur anyways. He must have answers. My thoughts flash to his cold behaviour last night when he confronted me and I looked down at the bandage that I only noticed now thanks to the cut from last night's violence. While he had shown indifference this morning, I wondered if h
Fuck! I dump my keys on the table, gripping my hair as I look around with panic in my heart. How could I lose something so precious? My only ticket out. I can't bring myself to call Mr. Wright that what? 'Hello, sir, so I lost the cheque, can you write another one?' I have to ask Oliver whether he's seen it but why do I have a feeling he's the one behind this? I couldn't have misplaced it, for fucks sake it was in my car! I put it right there on the seats! I'm pacing the grounds with my thoughts all over Hell's half acre, worrying back and forth as I imagine bringing up the question. 'Did you take my cheque? The one your grandfather wrote to me to leave your ass because he knows about us.' Now there are two ways Oliver can react to this. One, if he didn't take it, he'll be shocked, pissed off and I'm in trouble. Two, if he did take it, well he'll be shocked at my audacity, pissed off and I'm still in so much trouble. It doesn't matter how this goes, I'd still be in trouble. Or wh
Even with my throat dry with the desire bubbling inside of me from having him this close and the sparks that move deliciously through my skin, I close my eyes to inhale a little bit of self control. I'm done being that girl he can seduce by just a mere touch. He used to love it when I came undone by just a mere glimpse of his magnificent naked body-- I still think about it every once in a while but I'm done!"Feelings changed," I swallow painfully, turning my face in the opposite direction. "I want nothing to do with you now. You're a cruel man, Oliver. I want out. At least now the media knows about you-""Ugh!" a small sound of displeasure and I tense up again. He puts some distance between us. Not much since it's only him leaning back but he's still so close."Media this, media that. When did you start to care so much about their two cent opinion?" he folds his arms and his shoulders come up smoothly in a shrug, "I don't care what the media thinks about me-""I do-" I began to prote
TRIGGER WARNING My plans all come to a halt when I'm parked right outside the cemetery for hours. When the fuck are they gonna leave? I peak from where I'm parked, looking at the people hovering around the place. They've been doing that for close to an hour now. Dressed in casual clothes with the intention to fool their prey, the press sure know how to be a fucking pain in the ass. I don't need this right now. Look at them acting like they're here for a loved one when they can easily send me to an early grave. Fuck all of them! Fuck Oliver-- it's all his fault and fuck me too! I never should've brought him here in the first place. It should've just been between family. A car pulls up at the gates and my aunt and uncle step down with their grown up son, Thomas. It's been years since I last laid eyes on them. I guess they knew I wouldn't be able to show my face this year so they decided to stop by for me. We've never had the best of relationships. Archie, my uncle, was my father'
His glare eases now that he's seen me and I'm glad I made the right decision to step down before he knocks on my window but is it just me or is he finding it hard to keep those warm blue eyes away from my face. Does he perhaps recognize me? I changed out of my morning clothes when I got back home, took a bath, before searching Oliver's office. I look so much better than this morning. He twists his upper body, breaking our gaze and he mumbles something so inaudibly. Sorry, I didn't catch that. Did he just curse at me? Deep breaths, Rebecca. Just blame it all on Oliver. "So how are we doing this?" his blue eyes are back on my face again and they look different this time. The scowl has left his face and he no longer looks pissed off. Did I mention that he sounds gentle and soft? His voice is smooth like that stubble on his face. "I-I-I uh…" A thick curved brow arcs in shock, "You are paying for this." Wait, did he think I was trying to get out of this by faking a stutter? Rude! Now
The next couple of minutes followed me screaming and yelling at him like a mentally deranged woman. He's managed to turn me into this- this- this psychopath! "All you ever care about is having your favourite toy next to you, dead or alive! These are my videos and those are my parents. You had no right to touch these videos-" "Then next time when I call you, answer your damn phone and get back home on time!" He jumps to his feet, glaring at me. "Where were you? I called to warn you about the reports hovering outside the cemetery." All lies! He could've put them there just to scare me into returning quickly. There's nothing he won't do to get me running back to his open arms and I know it for a fact! "You know you planted them there just to make me return early." His brows and eyes are twitching, looking so damn confused but he said it himself, he can pretend so well that no one would suspect a thing! "Don't accuse me of something so petty. If I wanted you back home, I wouldn't hav
"I don't want to shower," I protested weakly as he led me to the bathroom but his silence was a sign that he had made up his mind. "I didn't fuck another man, Oliver," physically, I didn't but mentally? Jesus! That was why I felt so guilty like I'd been cheating when he snatched my phone and even accused me of it. I can't look him in the eye and say for a split second I didn't think of that man over me but in my defence, I saw him as Oliver. They had no facial resemblance but their bodies were similar and that had drawn my attention. Even now as Oliver stripped off his sweatshirt, leaving him naked from his chest up, my throat ran dry. He also pushed down his pants, standing before me in his black boxer shorts with the outline of his hard cock on display. I turned my face away, gulping hard as I started to peel off my clothes too. We're just showering together and nothing more. We did this all the time except those times, we were on good terms. "You can stare all you want," he te
I swiped the card over the lock and the door opened while I stepped into the apartment. Everything still felt like a dream. My new place looked so much better than I'd expected after making the decision so fast, Oliver would be shocked to know I'm long gone. "I'll let you get your own place but the contract still stands," he had said only last night. I still remember the shock I felt from hearing it. I thought it was a joke at first but I've known Oliver long enough to know he doesn't bluff once he's made up his mind. I move around the suite, enjoying the feel of my own space. He didn't let me off without a strong warning though and it still resounded in my mind even now. "But if anything happens to you, Becca, I swear to God that's it for you. You must never again mention a word about seeking to leave. I've told you already that I'm the only one who can protect you-" Yadda yadda yadda. To hell with that. So long as he doesn't sabotage me by setting me up somehow, he'd be surpr
REBECCAI put the coffee on the table and looked around.Where was Victor?He called me a few minutes ago that he'd be here.I glanced at the time. It was a few minutes past 6pm. and I had to rush to the grocery store to get groceries for dinner. Mom already sent me a list of things she would need.My phone rang and I quickly picked it up, "Hey, Tania.""Hey, girl. How are you doing?""I'm alright. Just waiting for Victor to show up so I can get home and get some sleep.""That assistant guy? What's he doing over there?" she wondered."He's here on a business trip and he's supposed to give me some documents to sign. Some kind of shares split." Oliver had a big part of Arthur's and my father's share and now he was transferring it back.Well… some."You're splitting it?""He is the adopted son of Arthur and should have Arthur's share.""Didn't they both decide to give it to you?""That was before Oliver came into the picture. Besides, I can't just take it all. He's worked hard for that c
REBECCA:FEW MONTHS LATERI grabbed my coat off the hanger by the side of the door and threw it on, wore my boots and grabbed my bag pack. Gently and quietly, I tried to open the door-"Rebecca Hoffman, you come back here, right now!" my mother screamed from behind me and I yelped, turned around with a racing heart to find her glaring at me. She was still in her pyjamas and had on her hair net."Jesus, Mom! It's 8am. and we have neighbours," I tried to remind her but she only stormed towards me with her face in a pout and grabbed my hands."You're not leaving without breakfast, now sit!" She pulled me to a stool in the kitchen and she took out some pots."I'm going to run late," I whined. "I have class in about an hour and that professor is as strict as they come.""I'll come beat him up if you want."I rolled my eyes as she tried to make something simple and light while I drummed my fingers on the table. I pulled off my jacket and laid it to rest on the counter and scrolled through m
REBECCA"Is that why your mother is heavily guarded?" I wondered, making sense of it now as I took a step closer to him. "You've been associated with him. You used me-"He shook his head-"Say something," anything but of what use was it when the evidence stared me right in the face? He couldn't deny it. Not after what I've heard so clearly."I didn't…" he trailed off. "I didn’t use you… in the beginning, yes, I approached you because I was-""Oh my God!" I gasped and sobbed as the tears spilled over."But that was until I got to know you-""Yadda, yadda, yadda," Richard dismissed. "It's the same damn thing. You used her because she was close to Oliver and wanted to get closer to me. Well congratulations, it worked. You must be pleased with yourself now.""You know, the cops are fortunate to have you. Why don't you come work for me? I'll double-- no, triple your salary and we could start with you getting rid of that boy, Oliver for me. He's my adoptive grandchild and I can do whatever
REBECCAI stared at Theo in shock as the old man looked beyond pleased staring at him. Betrayed yet again? By everyone surrounding my life. I was betrayed by the one I thought would have my back."Why…?" I trailed off. I couldn't even cry or feel sorry for myself this time. "I trusted you-""You trust the wrong people," the old man said. "I tried to extend a genuine hand to help you but what did you do? You decided to bite a good hand. How does it taste now?" he glared at me but still had that look of triumph because he was clearly enjoying himself and his victory.I failed.Right at the edge of a breakthrough… I… "Why?" I screamed at him and Sophia gasped. I was immediately reminded that the two were still here and now they clung to each other as they trembled in fear."I can't believe I missed this spot," he sighed. "I searched for years and years for this yet you two idiots had this lying under your shop? Do you know what these are!" he screamed at them, instilling more fear and th
REBECCAMy father sure made a fool out of these people for fifteen whole years."Are you sure we're in the right place?" Theo asked again, refusing to believe his eyes and I looked at the picture my mother had confirmed."Yes," it was a coffee shop facing the Wright Company.How interesting was it that they all passed the place every day for fifteen years yet not one of them thought to come here to check."Wow. Okay. Let’s go in and order coffee? Or how does this work?" I looked at the key again and all that was on it was just numbers. "I guess we'll have to go in and find out." I opened the door and stepped out.We walked in together, and we walked right onto the front.The young woman behind the counter smiled, "Hello-" her eyes widened in realisation when she saw me but she was nice enough to shut her mouth and go straight to business. "What would you like to order?""Can I see the manager please?"She arched her brows, "Uhm… may I know why? Do you have a complaint? You can relay
REBECCA"Are you sure?" Theo asked over the phone and I shut the door and turned in the lock."Positive. I heard her discussing with Oliver while I was at his place then saw her pick it up from the ground."How could she have kept something like that away from me? She knew how much I was worried about her. I wanted to leave this damn country and the only reason we stayed back was because of her.I felt betrayed and this one hurt more than anything."Calm down. You're breathing too hard.""I can't help it. She betrayed me-""I'm sure she has her reasons. She wouldn't do that to you-"I tried to tell myself that but it sounded like a big fat lie and I didn’t want to delude myself. How could she trust Oliver more than me, her own daughter? After everything…"I'm gonna steal it," I whispered."What?""I need to know what's in that warehouse and I can't trust the fucking police. Help me, please."He took a while before he responded because he pondered on it-"You're the only one I have rig
REBECCAFrom the front door as I walked into the house to the living room where we used to watch movies and have little date nights, tears filled my eyes as I looked around. I trailed my fingers over the counter top in the kitchen and memories of when he once made my mother's favourite soup waltzed back in my head and I couldn't stop the tears from rolling down.This used to be a home once.Oliver and I were so comfortable around each other that we felt married. Or at least, I had felt that way. Clearly it was a delusion but it was everything to me at one point.I loved waking up to Saturday mornings where he would cook breakfast while I watched sometimes or he served me in bed. Where we both decorated with our favourite colours blending into something beautiful.Oh, I had dreams and he had orchestrated every single one of them. Whether he truly loved me or not, I would never know. Not like I even wanted to anymore. I was calling it quits.I climbed the stairs, remembering how he once
REBECCA I've been bedridden for a few days. I took the rest of my exams online with a supervisor assigned to me. It went smoothly despite the chaos of a few days but I didn't want anything to weigh me down.If I wasn't reading, I caught myself staring into space, thinking of my child and how he managed to survive.“I guess this one is really stubborn, isn't he?” I thought to myself. Just like his damn daddy. At least that was one way to know the baby was Oliver's.Despite seeing my condition, he still kept his mouth shut.Most nights I woke up from a nightmare, screaming the house down. It was always the same scene, only this time instead of the strange man who stabbed me, it was Oliver's grandfather while I watched Oliver stand at a distance with either his sealed or he rendered endless apologies instead.I was sick of hearing him apologise. I was tired of it. It burned in my memory and now whenever I thought about him, it was always about him saying sorry.Funny how he used to do f
OLIVER I was sent with a mission; to poison the Hoffman's down to their little girl. The old man was heartless but what did I care, it was a chance to be accepted and not to be thrown out to the streets once more.But that night, I picked up all my stuff and chose to run away for their own safety.I'd go to a river somewhere and drown because returning to the orphanage would only put the other kids in trouble and I didn't want to cause more trouble for anyone.A black van pulled up to me and I wasn't surprised to see my father's men. One of them grabbed me before I could bolt.“Pay up,” they said, one to the other. “I told you he couldn't do it.”“Look at him. He's a desperate little thing with no guts. You can't live a good life by being weak, you imbecile!” they smacked my head and tossed me about, laughing as they had fun.“I'll call them that I have the boy,” one of them said and took out his phone-“No!” I tried to reach for it but I was knocked down before I even knew what hit