Poor old Elvis was feeling incredibly stressed out. He had just found out that Lyra had literally become the biggest shareholder of the company that he had built from basically nothing. This meant that she had more power than him and could make important decisions without consulting him. His title as CEO might as well not be there since Lyra used her money to be the one in charge. Elvis hated the fact that he had been reduced to being only a partial shareholder of his own company.He felt like he was losing control over something that had been his life's work. So, no matter how much he wanted to relax to be able to think well and straight, he couldn't shake off the feeling of resentment and anger. It still lingered. Elvis knew that he had to come to terms with the situation and figure out a way to work around it. He can't just accept that too easily; he still needs to fight back and think of a strategy to win over Lyra. He called out to Wendy, unable to contain his anger. He needed s
As the moonlight shone through the window, Lyra and Derrick snuggled up together in their bed. They were both exhausted from a long day, but they couldn't resist the feeling of each other's warmth. Lyra traced her fingers along Derrick's arm, admiring the way his muscles flexed under her touch. "I love you," she whispered softly, her breath warm against his skin. Derrick turned his head to look at her, his eyes sparkling in the moonlight. "I love you too, Lyra," he replied, taking her hand in his and intertwining their fingers. They lay there in silence for a few moments, just enjoying the comfort of each other's embrace. "I just can't believe that we're actually married. It's like a dream come true," she said, smiling. Derrick grinned back at her. "I know, it's amazing. I never thought I could be this happy." Lyra leaned in and pressed her lips to his, feeling a rush of warmth spread through her body. They kissed deeply, their bodies entwining as they explored each other's mout
Lyra's heart was bursting with joy as she planned their day together. She couldn't wait to surprise Derrick with a special date night filled with all of his favorite things. As she went about her morning routine, she hummed a happy tune, imagining the look of delight on his face when he realized what she had in store. She carefully laid out their matching outfits, taking care to iron out any wrinkles and make sure that they looked their best. Lyra wanted everything to be perfect, down to the smallest detail. "Oh, maybe I won't wear the pearl clip," she whispered to herself. "Yeah, too many sparkles," she then answered her own thought as she glanced at the gems on the neckline of her tan dress. "Keep it simple, I guess; that’s going to be better. Especially with his coat looking like that, oh, yeah!" she was giddy just by looking at how pretty their outfits complement each other. As she headed out to run some errands, Lyra couldn't help but daydream about the romantic evening that aw
Lyra and Derrick stepped out onto the pool deck, hand in hand, marveling at the beautiful setting before them. The soft glow of candlelight and the gentle flicker of fairy lights created a romantic ambiance that was simply breathtaking. The warm breeze played with Lyra's hair as they approached the table, set for two, with crisp white linens, sparkling crystal glasses, and delicate china plates. The bouquet of flowers that Lyra had picked was used as the center piece. As they settled into their chairs, Lyra couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment of peace and tranquility. The stresses and worries of daily life melted away as she gazed into Derrick's eyes, feeling his love and affection wash over her. The scent of fresh flowers, mingled with the aroma of their delicious meal, only added to the sense of magic and wonder that filled the air. "Love, this is truly amazing," Derrick said, his eyes shining with admiration as he surveyed the table. "How could you do this to me?" "W
Lyra found herself in a dark dream. It was eerie and bizarre. At first, she wasn’t sure if it was in fact a dream, but as she looked around, she knew that it was a nightmare. But it was weird that she was able to think about that in the middle of her dream. Knowing that she was dreaming inside of her own nightmare had never happened to her before. But maybe her mind just took that jump when she realized that she was back in her old apartment, the same place she had left behind years ago. Her room looked exactly the same. She even had the same hard pillow that had been there every night to catch all her tears. The scent around her was the same: musty, with a hint of cheap floral cologne that was coming from Wendy’s room. It was as awful as she remembered. A true hell that she wants to escape. Suddenly, she heard a strange whisper that seemed to come from nowhere. "Lyra," the whisper said, "Aren’t you glad that you're back where it all started?" Lyra turned to see a dark smoke slowly
Zin and Dame sat on the beach, watching Rhian and Raine swim in the ocean from afar. The sound of waves crashing against the shore filled the air, and the smell of sizzling meat from the nearby grill wafted towards them. They were out on a weekend-long vacation, basically thrown into it by Lyra even if they weren't actually willing to go. Yes, they both find it worth while hanging out with Rhian and Raine, having the time for themselves to relax and live as normal human beings, but they still can't just sit around and have fun. They are both thinking about the same thing, worried about their master, the devil, Derrick, who recently received a message from Lucifer summoning him back to hell. As they watched the waves, Zin took a break from his worrying and got up to flip the meat on the grill. He expertly turned the skewers, making sure the meat was cooked to perfection. Dame watched him with admiration, grateful for his friend's skill in grilling. "It smells delicious," Dame comment
Derrick sat in the living room, watching TV, while Lyra was busy cooking lunch for them. News after news of current events that are all full of negativity and darkness came at him all at once, and he immediately wanted to stop it. There are a lot of negative thoughts that have been rushing in and out of his ears, and taking in more from the television was a little bit too much, even for him. As he was flipping through the channels, he suddenly heard a whisper in his ear. It was a voice he knew all too well—the voice of Lucifer."You need to come back home, Derrick," Lucifer whispered.Derrick shook his head, trying to ignore the voice. He knew that listening to Lucifer's whispers never led to anything good. But the voice persisted, growing louder and more insistent."You belong down here, Derrick, and you know that. We can rule together," Lucifer whispered. "If you begin to listen to my orders again, I can show you mercy. I will be able to turn my back and choose to not punish you for
Derrick settled into his seat in the home theater, eager to unwind with a movie after a stressful day. But as the film progressed, he couldn't help but notice something off about Lyra's behavior.Her eyebrows were furrowed as she watched the female lead on the screen cry upon being hurt by her evil uncle. "What a weak and pathetic character," she muttered under her breath. "This woman should just cry and drown in her own tears; what a weak bitch."Lyra was cursing at the screen and muttering under her breath, a far cry from her usual composed and measured demeanor. He tried to ignore it at first, thinking she was just having a bad day, but the behavior continued and even escalated.She scoffed as the female lead begged for mercy, "Seriously? You're just going to beg and cry like a baby? That's not how you handle situations like this. Oh my goodness! This is ranked as one of the best movies this year, and all I feel is irritation and disgust!"Lyra's frustration only grew as the female