I can't let her out of my sight again. It's been three years since I last saw Molly.After Oliver made our relationship public and the news wouldn't stop coming at me, Molly and I slowly fell apart. It was my fault anyways.I was getting so carried away by Oliver that I let other parts of my life die. She hated it when my grades dropped and screamed at me when I said I was moving out.The moment I moved out was the day our relationship took another turn. According to her, I was losing myself in him and she wasn't going to stand there and let me lose myself.I'm not going to stand there and let some idiot drag her around like he fucking owns her!I approach the VIP room but I'm quickly stopped by the bouncer by the thick red curtain, dividing us from the VIP section."It's full," the man says and folds his arms. "You can try the others-""Oh no, I have to go in. My friend-"He cast his terrifying gaze on me, "I said it's full." His voice is deep and bold, just like his thick body in th
**TRIGGER WARNING**I hand the phone over to him after deleting Oliver's number and the bouncer has his brow arched in silent question. He's observing my face a lot harder this time like he's trying to remember.I pay him no mind, instead, I'm worrying about the hole I've just dug myself in. Another favour. In the past, he wouldn't hesitate to do anything for me, we were still bound by the contract.But now that I made it clear that I was done, I can only imagine what he'd request for.'Don't ever mention leaving again!' I can hear him yell in my head, maybe he'll pin me down on the bed and stuff dick inside me to drill the information deep into my mind and my body."You look familiar," the bouncer says in a loud voice and proceeds to say, "But even a phone call won't get you past this-" he tenses up and places his hand over his ears, receiving instructions from the intercom.His brows jerk as he stares at me and he replies his boss or whoever it is, "Yes, sir. She's with me... Okay,
I stagger out of the club with Molly's weight on my shoulders as she's leaning against me and one side, Chloe has her arm wrapped around her."I'll go bring the car around," Tania says before she hurries off."Who is this chica?" Chloe wonders as Molly starts to struggle. "I don't want to be arrested for kidnapping. We said go wild, not this wild."I roll my eyes, "She's a friend." It pains me to say but there's nothing else that can make her feel rest assured.Molly is wiggling in our hand, staggering from the cocaine and saying gibberish. I doubt she even knows where she is nor who I am right now."Fuck! She's lost it. Completely drugged. Who knows what the fuck would have happened if you haven't rescued her."I can guess and I swear I want to get the image of my fucking head. Seeing her in that state still plagues my mind.Molly suddenly throws both arms around me, caressing my face as she breathes on me and slurs in her words, "You look oddly familiar." She giggles, her smile weak
Molly's words slam into me like a wall and I stagger as the air whooshes out of my lungs with a force. She's keeping a blank gaze on me, relaxing her clenched jaw as if waiting for me to say something; to try and deny it. I gulped as my emotions swirl inside of me and my heart clenches painfully. "I did what I had to do-" "Ha!" She scoffs mockingly, rolling her eyes as she falls back on the bed. "So did I, love. Don't try to question me-" "Molly, you got sold-" "And you didn't?" She bites harshly and the annoyance in her words make me realise she must have hatred for me stored somewhere. She's sitting up again, staring at me in disbelief like I am one to talk. I've had my moments and I'm still going through my moment but she has no idea how much I'm determined to fix my life. "You know why I accepted that contract in the first place," I say in a broken whisper. "And I had my own damn reason. Not like I should even be explaining myself to a dickmatised, broke ass fake girlfriend
I don't know how long I stayed in the hotel but when my phone rings and I check the time, my stomach grumbles as if scolding me. I've been crying my eyes out on an empty stomach for close to three hours now, mourning her absence all over again like the first time I realised we were over. I swipe the call to answer it, "Hello?" "Good day, Miss. Rebecca. This is-" "I know who it is," I interrupt feeling rather numb as I pick myself up from the floor. "You're downstairs, aren't you?" "Yes." I don't know how he always finds me but I've long suspected he bugged my phone. That's one thing I'll need to do away with as I plan my escape. "Okay, I'll be down in a few. Are you alone?" "Yes," trust Oliver to send his driver to come fetch me while he waits at home like a patient master looking forward to seeing his pet again. I dreaded the moment when we'd be together, alone and I'll have to answer to my behaviour- Goodness! Just thinking about it can make one shrivel in fear. As much as I
I lift my eyes as I twist my neck in all angles, looking out for myself in the quiet living room. The silence rings out so loud that my steps on the cold floor feels like a disturbance.It also didn't help that the lights were dim and the curtain let down making the house look glum and dreadful.After swallowing a chunk of boldness through my tight throat, I walk in m, careful of where I stepped before his anger lying in wait for me would blow up in my face.I climb that stairs and hurry into our bedroom, not before taking a peek to make sure the coast was clear.What the hell am I doing? Acting like a stranger in the home I've lived in for three years now. I wonder if it's still okay to call this place a home- it used to be one... Before he opened his big mouth and labelled me a fool in love.Not his exact words but they did dress me up like the clown he painted me to be.I had always thought I could love him enough for both of us. Maybe if he saw how I loved him, he could reciprocat
We were in a frenzy; from the office, to the hallway then the bedroom- all night long like we were possessed by some unknown force. Angry make-up sex had always felt so good but this time there was a shitty sinking feeling in my heart that just made me cry all night. That didn't stop me from having an orgasm though- nothing could stop that powerful release that shook me and the relaxation that came with it. I fell asleep somewhere in between and sometime during the night, woke up cuddled in his arms-- more like caged as if he didn't want me to slip out even to pee. He sat up waiting for me and when I returned, I was going back to his arms with no questions asked, telling myself it was only because I didn't want to be forced into it. I woke up alone the next day, the curtains pulled back and the morning light almost blinding. I grabbed a T-shirt I could find laying around which is very rare since Oliver is a neat freak and barely leaves anything lying around. I headed downstairs, w
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
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