Walking into Paul’s humble wooden house, I observe the simple yet cozy atmosphere that surrounds us. The worn wooden walls exude warmth, complemented by the faint scent of aged wood. As my eyes scan the room, they land on a collection of old guns hanging proudly on the wall, telling tales of Paul’s past. Pictures of a younger Paul, adorned with a charismatic smile, decorate the shelves and surfaces.With a playful smirk on my face, I start throwing jokes about his prime years, teasing him about his once invincible efficiency. “Ah, Paul, I must say, those were the days, weren’t they? You were like a force of nature, unstoppable in your prime,” I jest, trying to provoke a reaction.Paul, ever the serious one, meets my banter with a confident gaze, his expression unwavering. “Ah, my friend, you may think my best days are behind me, but let me assure you, I am still one step ahead,” he retorts, his voice carrying a hint of mischief.We engage in this lighthearted banter, exchanging witty
I silently navigate through the corridors of the house, my gaze fixed on Natasha as she moves about with unusual mannerisms. From the concealment of the dark corners, I watch her closely, a flicker of annoyance dancing in my eyes.Natasha’s presence has always been a source of irritation for me. There is something about her that rubs me the wrong way, her every action tinged with an air of insincerity. As I observe her peculiar movements, I find myself growing more determined to catch her in the act, to expose her for whatever hidden agenda she may possess.I wait patiently, biding my time, knowing that the perfect opportunity will present itself sooner or later. Natasha’s movements take her to the maids’ quarters, a seemingly innocent destination that does not pique my suspicion. It is when she strays into areas she shouldn’t, when she oversteps her boundaries, that I will strike.For now, I retreat stealthily to my own room, the anger simmering within me. I am not one to be fooled b
The time is 5:12pm Immediately after breakfast in the morning Lucien was first to excuse himself, he left the house revealing nothing about where he was going and I freely roamed the house until I got tired. As I step back into the sanctuary of my room, a cloud of uncertainty envelopes my thoughts. Lucien’s mention of a public event lingers in my mind, casting a shadow of doubt over its true purpose. I can’t help but see through the whole facade, recognizing it as nothing more than a grand display of pretense and deceit.The room’s dimly lit ambiance reflects my own feelings, mirroring the darkness that has settled within me. I navigate through the space with a sense of detachment, my footsteps echoing softly against the polished floor.Thoughts swirl in my mind, questioning the nature of the upcoming event. Will it be yet another charade, aimed at projecting an image of love and devotion that is far from the truth? Will I be expected to play the role of a dutiful and adoring wife, w
The room is filled with the sound of laughter as we enjoy a moment of lightheartedness amidst the cleaning endeavors of the maids. Lily, in her enthusiasm to join the merriment, suddenly finds herself slipping on the freshly mopped floor, her feet losing their grip and her body descending rapidly to the ground.A collective gasp escapes our lips, quickly followed by uncontrollable laughter. Lily’s eyes widen in surprise as she hits the floor with a resounding thud, her limbs splayed in comical fashion. Amidst our fits of laughter, we struggle to regain our composure as Lily valiantly attempts to rise.“Ahhh why does it have to be this freshly mopped ground!” Blaming the slippery floor between bursts of laughter, Lily finds solace in the explanation for her unexpected fall. Another maid, perhaps a little too eager to assist, rushes to her aid, only to find herself succumbing to the treacherous floor as well. Both of them end up entangled in a comedic display of limbs and laughter.The
The next day, the time is 8:33am. The early morning sun casts its gentle rays across the compound, bathing everything in a soft, golden glow. I stand by the window, taking in the serene beauty of the surrounding gardens. The tranquility of the moment is interrupted by the distant sound of approaching vehicles. Curiosity piques within me, and I wonder who could be arriving at such an early hour.As the vehicles draw closer, the low hum of engines fills the air. I watch intently, my eyes scanning the driveway, eager to catch a glimpse of the visitors. The anticipation builds, but my view is partially obstructed by the lush foliage that adorns the entrance.Unable to contain my curiosity any longer, I step closer to the window, hoping for a clearer view. The sound of car doors opening and closing reaches my ears, accompanied by the muffled voices of unfamiliar individuals. My heart quickens its pace, and I find myself growing more intrigued by the moment.Yet, as the minutes pass, the e
Lucien’s voice cuts through the air, his tone commanding and firm. “Enough, Lauren. Come with me.” His tired eyes bear a hint of frustration as he gestures for her to follow him. But Lauren refuses to back down, her determination evident in her voice. “No, Lucien. Natasha should come with us. She needs a break from all this.”The room hangs in tense anticipation, the air heavy with unspoken tension. I watch their exchange, silently hoping that my presence doesn’t worsen the already strained dynamic between them. Lucien’s gaze flickers to me, as if assessing the situation before relenting with a weary sigh. “Fine, she can come.”A glimmer of excitement lights up Lauren’s eyes as she turns towards me, her enthusiasm infectious. “Lucien, do you remember the old piano on the top floor?” Her words are filled with anticipation, and he nod, standing still as if memories of the musical instrument starts flooding his mind.“Do you still have it?” She asks eagerly and Lucien simply gives a dr
Five days ago before present time I sit comfortably on the plush couch, engrossed in my phone as my fingers deftly scrolled through various articles and social media feeds. My dark eyes scanned the screen until they landed on a captivating headline that caught her attention. “Press Conference Unveils Powerful Alpha and His New Bride,” it read. Intrigued, I tapped on the article, eager to uncover the details.As I began to read, a mixture of surprise and excitement washed over me. The article featured photos of a commanding man, Lucien, my own brother, accompanied by a woman who radiated elegance and grace. My heart skipped a beat as I realized that the woman in the pictures was my own brother’s bride. A wave of emotions surged through her, a mixture of joy and curiosity.Unable to contain my excitement, I quickly dialed Lucien’s number and pressed the phone to my ear, my face flushed with anticipation. The phone rang a few times before he finally picked up, his voice curt and devoid
As I settled into my seat on the plane, I couldn’t help but be captivated by the breathtaking view outside the window. The vast expanse of land stretched out beneath me, with fluffy white clouds drifting lazily in the azure sky. It was a moment of tranquility, a chance to reflect on the journey ahead.With a sense of excitement, I took out my phone and dialed Lucien’s number. The call connected, and his familiar voice filled my ears.“Hey, Lucien,” I greeted him, trying to contain my enthusiasm. “Guess what? I’m coming over!”There was a brief silence on the other end, and then I heard a hint of panic in his voice. “Lauren, you’re coming? When? I need to make arrangements, ensure someone is there to pick you up from the airport.”A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips. Lucien, the ever-controlled and stoic figure, showing signs of worry. It was a rare sight, and it made me feel a mixture of amusement and warmth.“I’ll be arriving tomorrow evening,” I replied, my voice fille