I didn't know mourning could be this hard, omg đ I literally had a breakdown whilst tryna write this. Anyway, I decided not to edit the other chapter and make it longer because I don't want you to get confused just like what happened in the past. So I just made another chapter that connects with the previous one. Btw guys, please tell me if you like it shorter or longer. Comment it down please so I'd know your preferences ⨠âźď¸Shout out to @Ccicci Mzighwa for the gems! Thank you! And also to @Haley Cano & @Shirea Lemonsâźď¸ THANK YOU TO ALL MY READERS OUT THERE! JUST COMMENT Y'ALL IF YOU ALSO WANT SOME SHOUT OUTS! â¤ď¸ LOVE Y'ALL!
She didn't know what to do. She was basically locked up in the house with only Joni to keep her company. She also didn't want to go out, well unless Khein was with her. Rosette decided to order food online, specifically fast food since it's her favorite. She missed eating them."Hello, bitch!" Rosette almost fell on her butt, startled, when she suddenly heard a high pitched voice.Looking behind her, her eyes widened upon seeing Ustin who was literally holding numerous paper bags from various famous brands.She gasped and ran towards him in a flash. Her arms were already wide-open to hug her cousin."USTIN!" she exclaimed and literally jumped on him. Ustin caught her as he chuckled. His voice was now manlier and more masculine. "I missed you, bitch!""Fuck, you're so heavy," he said as he pushed her offShe pulled away, grinning widely. "I'm surprised! You didn't tell me you were coming!""That's what you called surprise." He rolled his eyes. "Anyway, I heard what happened last night.
Khein's lips turned into a smirk. His eyes were cold and unsympathetic. One look at him could send anyone trembling in fear. The intimidation that was emitting out of him was enough to suffocate everyone around him."Tsk, what a catch," he uttered, his eyes narrowing towards the person kneeling before him with blood running through his head and to his filthy body. "To think of a poor, small boat trying to catch a big fish in the middle of the ocean is really ambiguous. You're absolutely making me laugh.""Fuck you!" the man cursed, his eyes were full of hatred towards the before in front of him. Pity because Khein was as merciless as he was, and he doesn't give a fact at all. "Release me right now!""What am I? A fool?" Khein said, his brow arching up. He let out a chuckle then shook his head. "But since I am a very kind person, I will spare your life in return for your cooperation."Khein squatted down, leveled to the man's face. With a serious voice, he asked, "Who sent you?"But the
"I FUCKING ALREADY SAID IT!" the man yelled, whose name is Kuar.Khein's patience was already at its lowest. Anytime soon he might lose his temper and smash the man's head on the floor through irritation.He opened the envelope in front of him and took one photo from it. He smiled in malice. "I've heard you got a cute, little princess who looks after her deceased mother," he said, his voice was cold and ruthless. "And oh, she's already in pre-school."The man's eyes watered in terror. "D-Don't you ever bring up a little child right here! She has nothing to do with the way I live!" he yelled.Khein shrugged off his shirt. "Do you really think I'd care?""FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!" he was now shouting at Khein who remained impassive. "I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!""Go on, then. As if you can," he said and laughed like a mad man. "Regardless of the gender and age, I won't be tolerating that if it involves my safety and the safety of my partner. Keep that in mind."The guy continued screaming and cu
"W-Why... How..." she stuttered. Fear was evident in her eyes as she stared at the person standing right in front of her.The woman tilted her head, eyes void of emotions. She looked at her as if her existence is nothing in this world. As if she's nothing but a loser.Rosette couldn't help but to take a step back, her heart was beating fast and loud against her chest. She could hear voices in her head, haunting her with unwanted memories of the past that she thought she had already buried on her way to her new life.But it kept haunting her.The woman took a step forward. Her heels were making loud sounds as it hit the floor. And the sound itself was making Rosette deaf. "S-Stop. Don't get close to me," she uttered. Her hands were literally shaking.She don't know what to do. She felt trapped, and for some reason, she's sweating cold.This shouldn't be that bad, right? After all, everything was already in the past. They can no longer control her and play with her emotions.Right. Tha
Hello! I have been very busy the past days so I wasn't able to write a lot and update more contents or chapters. I also noticed that the previous chapter was a little confusing because it was cut off, which was a mistake on my part, and I apologize for that. However, I have already edited it, and you can check it out now today, so please do. Then the next update will happen eventually, hopefully within this day after I am done with my paper works. To all readers who read and support this book, thank you and may you guys always be safe.
"Khein!" Rosette gleefully greeted her boyfriend by the door with a hug. Khein was able to catch her by the waist and spun her around like a little girl.A smile immediately made its way to his lips as he heard her giggle. Both of them were glad to be able to see each other again after the whole day of being separated."I missed you, baby," he said as he slowly put her down on the ground, all the while holding her waist.With her arms around his neck, she tiptoed to kiss him on the lips. "I love you.""I love you, more than anything in this world," he replied with his sweetest tone ever. It made her heart thumped fast.They stared into each other's eyes. Love was prominent the way they look into each other. A genuine love that can never be separated and broken."You're making me cry, you know," she uttered, which made both of them laugh. She's really adorable."Have you had your dinner already?" he asked after a while.She shook her head. "I was waiting for you.""You should've eate
Chapter 56At last, they ended up choosing fast food since that was only that Rosey could stomach. She didn't feel any good at all, but the food boosted her mood up.After a while, Rosey fell asleep in his arms. When Khein noticed she was already sleeping, he sneakily slipped out of the bed and went to his own office in the house. He, then opened his laptop to see what she was doing the whole day while he was gone.Khein leaned over his swivel chair."Sir," Ryan said as he entered the room. He was casually carrying the cat in his arms who jumped right through Khein's lap after seeing him."Did you bring the data?" he asked his butler whilst petting Joni.Ryan simply nodded his head.He put down the flash drive on Khein's desk and stood straight in front of the table."The data gathered by the information team has been thoroughly checked and reviewed by other sectoral teams, so rest assured it is hundred percent accurate with no touch of misinformation or whatnot."He nodded his head a
Rosette was clearly uncomfortable. Her emotions were all over the place. She was jealous, mad, hurt, and betrayed. All at once. And she couldn't help but to let herself get drowned by her emotions. She was very emotional and irritational at the same time.She slumped down on the bed, covering her face with her palms as she sobbed. Her heart was aching so bad and she was hardly crying. She kept cursing Khein as she cried. Her mind was clouded with negative emotions.She suddenly questioned her decision of choosing him over her family. If this is what it feels like to be betrayed again, then she might just go back to her family. Because right there, betrayal is something common to her. She's not afraid to be hurt once again if living with her family because she's already used to it since she was young.But this time is different.Khein is very important to her. Rosette couldn't even imagine her life without Khein. That's how attached she is to him.So to think that he might be planning t
Emma left the room to give us some space and privacy. I clenched my fist as the tension between us thicken. I didnât expect him to be back all of a sudden. Perhaps, it is a good thing as well."I don't want to stay here anymore," I declared with a steely gaze, my determination to leave this house firm in my mind. The sense of betrayal had eroded my trust in everyone around me, leaving me with a deep-seated desire to escape. "I will leave this house," I added, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions within.His eyes sharpened, and the tension in the room heightened as he gritted his teeth. My heart raced, but I maintained a composed exterior, unwilling to let him perceive any vulnerability. "Leave, you say? Ophelia, this is our house," he retorted after a brief pause, his voice laced with controlled intensity as if he were suppressing an inner turmoil. "You cannot leave."âWhy not?â I hissed, my gaze narrowing into slits as I gritted my teeth. âWhy canât I leave?ââBecause I donâ
Emma left the room to give us some space and privacy. I clenched my fist as the tension between us thicken. I didnât expect him to be back all of a sudden. Perhaps, it is a good thing as well."I don't want to stay here anymore," I declared with a steely gaze, my determination to leave this house firm in my mind. The sense of betrayal had eroded my trust in everyone around me, leaving me with a deep-seated desire to escape. "I will leave this house," I added, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions within.His eyes sharpened, and the tension in the room heightened as he gritted his teeth. My heart raced, but I maintained a composed exterior, unwilling to let him perceive any vulnerability. "Leave, you say? Ophelia, this is our house," he retorted after a brief pause, his voice laced with controlled intensity as if he were suppressing an inner turmoil. "You cannot leave."âWhy not?â I hissed, my gaze narrowing into slits as I gritted my teeth. âWhy canât I leave?ââBecause I donâ
I've already made up my mind. I'll leave this place. I don't think there was a reason to stay. They were all lying to me, blatantly telling me lies that were obvious. They were deceiving me.Staying became increasingly challenging, especially since my husband, the supposed anchor for my presence here, was consistently absent. Despite their claims of my marriage, their inability to provide any evidence, not even a picture from my own wedding, added to my growing sense of disillusionment.I hung around for a while, hopeful that they'd eventually come clean. Unfortunately, that never happened â not even a bit.It became disheartening and hard to trust anyone.Disappointment settled in, directed at every individual under this roof.Leaving now feels not just necessary but also freeing. Staying doesn't do anything for me anymore. The lies have unraveled, showing a truth that lines up with what I've been feeling.I waited until everyone in the mansion was sound asleep before putting my esca
âMaâam, your husband has already left,â Emma said, her tone cautious as she addressed me. These days, I wasn't in the best of moods, not because of any lingering sickness, but due to the nagging feeling that something was being kept from me. âHe has left for work, and heâll probably be back a week from now or so.â I nodded silently, then took a sip of the tea she had prepared for me. The revelation that my husband had left bothered me, but I chose not to show it. Why should I care or worry? After all, he didnât even come to bid farewell himself, so why should I react as if I were genuinely disappointed. âTell me, Emma,â I uttered, my tone seeking answers. âWhat were we like as a married couple before I lost my memories?â Caught off guard, Emma hesitated, her usually composed demeanor faltering for a moment. I closed my eyes briefly, taking a deep breath to steady myself before opening them again to face her. âI-I really didnât know much, maâam," she admitted, her words coming out
I was back to square one. My husband appeared to be keeping something from me, and I couldn't shake that feeling.When I inquired if he was worried, he didn't respond. Instead, he abruptly left the room, seemingly ignoring my question completely. I felt bewildered and offended. Is he truly my husband? Why isn't he behaving like one?Following that incident, he didn't visit or contact me to check on my well-being. I felt disappointed.But then again, it couldn't be helped.Days passed, and the absence of my husband weighed on me. The unanswered questions and the growing void in our interactions left me grappling with a sense of isolation. I yearned for some connection, for reassurance, but he remained elusive."He hasn't visited or even checked on me. Is this how a husband should act?" I questioned, my voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and sadness.Emma, always composed, offered a reassuring smile. "People cope with difficult situations in different ways, Miss Ophelia. Perhaps
I took a deep breath as I followed him into his office. The man, who claimed to be my husband, seated himself at the desk with casual ease. I stood there, feeling like a fool, waiting for his next command. His expression soured when he saw me hesitating. "What are you doing?" he demanded, his jaws clenching in annoyance. I blinked, my mind still trying to process the overwhelming information he had just laid upon me. I was shocked and utterly disoriented, unable to pull myself together and act with a rational mind. I felt like a leaf, caught in the unpredictable currents of this surreal situation. "What?" he snapped. "Come here." I slowly and reluctantly walked over to his side, my thoughts still swirling with the revelations. When I was close enough, my husband extended his arms towards me. I hesitated, glancing at his outstretched arm. "I won't hurt you, okay? So come here now," he said, annoyance evident in his voice. Biting my lower lip, cheeks burning with embarrassment, I g
Staring into his stunning blue eyes, which revealed no emotion, I couldn't help but notice his tall, masculine figureâundeniably handsome and attractive. Despite his physical perfection, I hesitated to accept him as my husband. In my dreams, the man who claimed that role held me with warmth and tenderness, his gaze filled with affection. The contrast between those dreams and the current reality was stark.The man in front of me felt distant, his demeanor cold and uninviting. An invisible barrier seemed to separate us, making it hard for me to connect the dream figure with the person standing before me. The discrepancy between the dream's warmth and the real-world chill heightened my confusion and left me questioning the authenticity of this man's claim to be my husband.I must have stood there like an idiot for what felt like an eternity. My gaze was fixed on him, my lips parting and closing like a gaping fish. Describing my state as surprised would be a severe understatementâI was ut
It felt as though the world had turned upside down, my head throbbing painfully as I attempted to recall the events that transpired during my time in a coma. The last tangible memory I could grasp was being in... a dark room.And beyond that point, my recollections became an impenetrable fog, leaving me grappling with the disorienting void that stretched between the past and my current state of consciousness.I gazed at the coffee cradled in my hands, its warmth and the sweet aroma wafting up, stirring a nostalgic feeling within me. Yet, my mind struggled to unravel the threads of memory, unable to pinpoint when or where I had last experienced this sensation. Was this scenario familiar, or was it a moment my consciousness had yet to encounter?âItâs time for your medicine now, maâam,â Emma said as she handed me the pills that I have been taking for a month. Yes, it has been a month, and up until now I was still pondering what really happened, who am I, and where the hell I am. The onl
I jolted awake, gasping for breath, my eyes fluttering open to the harsh reality of my bedroom. Sweat trickled down from my forehead, soaking through the sheets as I grappled with the remnants of a haunting dreamâa nightmare that lingered in my waking mind. As I lay there, heart racing and senses on high alert, I couldn't shake off the lingering unease that the dream left in its wake. The echo of a distant scream, the shadows that danced malevolently in the corners of my mindâeverything felt vivid and disconcerting. I took a deep breath, attempting to shake off the remnants of the nightmare. Yet, the tendrils of fear still clung stubbornly, leaving me with an unsettling awareness that the boundary between dreams and reality was thinner than I had ever imagined. "Good morning," a voice suddenly exclaimed, prompting me to turn my gaze towards its source. There stood a woman in her mid-twenties, adorned in what appeared to be a maid's uniform. A tray laden with breakfast delicacies res