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The Tale Not Old As Time 38 “Discreetly”
Thirty-EightF L O R E N C E I locked eyes with him for a quick second as he signed again, “I am bored to my mind.” His gaze was gentle, and unwavering. A silent conversation passed between us, a connection that transcended without the use of our voices that only the both of us could understand. I could not really suppress a smile, a response to the unspoken understanding that had formed between us.“I feel the same,” I signed discreetly. He signed back, “It’s all pointless talk,” and took a sip of champagne.I stole a glance at him, and our eyes met. Flustered, I quickly averted my gaze. From the corner of my eye, I could see him smirking as he took a sip of champagne. A surge of heat rose to my cheeks as I realized the intensity of his gaze. It was as if he could read my thoughts, see the confusion and attraction swirling within me. He seemed amused by my reaction, a knowing glint in his eyes that sent a shiver down my spine.Esmeralda, with a saccharine smile and a tone laced wit
Last Updated : 2024-11-09The Tale Not Old As Time 39 “Intensity”
Thirty-NineF L O R E N C E “I’m a married woman,” I uttered, a feeble attempt to deter him. The words hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the intensity in his eyes. I knew, deep down, that my marital status would hold little sway over him. He was a man accustomed to getting what he wanted, a man who defied convention and expectation. In that moment, I felt small, vulnerable, and utterly powerless.“Marriage, Florence,” Chaos began, his voice low and deliberate, “is merely a societal construct. It does not define your worth or limit your potential. True connections transcend such superficial bonds.” As he gently placed me in the car, his gaze held a knowing intensity, a silent promise of a future that defied convention. His words, though simple, carried a profound weight, challenging the very foundations of my understanding of love, commitment, and personal freedom.He slid into the seat beside me, his presence a stark contrast to the quiet luxury of the car’s interior. A pl
Last Updated : 2024-11-09The Tale Not Old As Time 40 “Amidst The Chaos”
Forty F L O R E N C E Chaos lived up to his name, his presence as chaotic as his persona. His gaze, intense and unwavering, was fixed on me, drawing me into his orbit. His large, warm hands shielded my ears from the deafening music, creating a small, intimate space amidst the chaos. The VIP Group rooms on the second floor, while offering a degree of privacy, could not completely shield us from the noise emanating from the first floor. The rhythmic bass pulsed through the walls, a constant reminder of the raucous party taking place beyond our sanctuary.“Let’s head out?” Chaos mouthed to me and enunciated the words clearly.With my ears throbbing in pain, I could only nod in response to Chaos’ words. The incessant noise was unbearable, and I desperately needed relief. Without hesitation, I removed my hearing aid, hoping to alleviate the discomfort.Chaos, ever observant, seemed to understand my silent plea. His hand, warm and comforting, reached out and gently guided me away from th
Last Updated : 2024-11-09The Tale Not Old As Time 41 “Protect”
Forty-One Breaking the tense silence, Florence inquired, “So, why are you hiding behind this facade?” She gazed at him, her eyes filled with curiosity and a touch of challenge.Chaos looked at me as he finished his burger and asked back, “I’m protecting myself, Florence.”Florence couldn’t help but laugh softly under her breath, “What’s a billionaire playboy have to protect?”A knowing smirk played on his lips as he averted his gaze towards the other cars in the parking lot. “We all have secrets, Florence,” he murmured, his voice low and enigmatic. “Dark secrets or stories that we bury deep within ourselves, fearing the consequences of their exposure.” His words hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the hidden depths of human nature.Florence nodded, her voice barely a whisper. “I suppose,” she replied, her thoughts drifting to her own hidden past.There were secrets she carried, buried deep within her heart, wounds that had yet to heal despite the years it had passed. She kne
Last Updated : 2024-11-11The Tale Not Old As Time 42 “The Forbidden Connection”
Forty-TwoChaos’ eyes held a depth of emotion that surprised even him. He was drawn to Florence, captivated by her intelligence, her spirit, and her unwavering resolve.Florence was torn. Completely and absurdly for the first time in his life. Despite her reservations, she could not deny the undeniable attraction she felt towards Chaos. His charisma, his intelligence, and his intensity were intoxicating. Yet, she knew that he was a man of many conquests, a player who thrived on the thrill of the chase. She feared that she was merely another conquest of his, a fleeting infatuation to be discarded when his interest waned.Confused and unsettled, Florence asked, “What do you truly want from me, Chaos?” Her voice was soft, yet firm, as she sought clarity amidst the chaos of her emotions. She yearned for honesty, for a genuine connection, but she was wary of the darkness that lurked beneath his charming exterior.Chaos’ voice, usually so smooth and confident, now held a raw vulnerability.
Last Updated : 2024-11-11The Tale Not Old As Time 43 “Woman”
Forty-ThreeFlorence, her face stinging from the slap, felt a surge of anger and humiliation. She had been reduced to a mere possession, a pawn in Heath’s twisted game but she was after all paid as a trophy wife. The anger that surged within her was quickly suppressed, replaced by a cold, calculating resolve. She knew her place, she understood the terms of the contract. For now, she would endure the first time abuse, biding her time until she could break free from the gilded cage.Florence, her voice steady, replied, “I do not know what you are talking about, Heath.” She tried to maintain her composure, her mind racing as she searched for a way to defuse the situation. While she had spent time with Chaos, their interactions had been platonic, devoid of any physical intimacy. They held hands but that was because he pulled her out of the club which was hurting her ears. She had crossed no lines, no boundaries. All she did was just talk with Chaos. Yet, she knew that Heath would never
Last Updated : 2024-11-11The Tale Not Old As Time 44 “Prisoner”
Forty-FourFlorence was shocked and appalled by Heath’s sinister plan. She could not believe that the man she had married contractually was capable of such cruelty. She knew very well from the start that Heath was a man obsessed with his reputation. He was willing to sacrifice her happiness and well-being to satisfy his own ego. She realized that she had underestimated the depths of his depravity. His obsession with power and control had clouded his judgment, turning him into a dangerous and manipulative force. Florence knew she had to be careful, to play her cards right. She could not let Heath’s twisted plan consume her life.Florence’s voice trembled as she struggled to comprehend Heath’s sinister plan because she did not want to do it at all. “What are you saying?” she asked, her eyes wide with disbelief. She couldn’t believe that the man she had married was capable of such a cruel and manipulative scheme.“For God’s sake Florence,” Heath exclaimed, his voice laced with frustrat
Last Updated : 2024-11-11The Tale Not Old As Time 45 “Leap”
Forty-FiveDays turned into weeks, and Florence remained haunted by Heath's sinister plan but with her distance from the busy Chaos who was out of the country for months now, . She was torn between her loyalty to Heath since she owed him money, and her growing affection for Chaos was also making it more difficult. Chaos, with his kindness and respect, had awakened a part of her that she thought was long gone, a sense of caring and compassion towards another human. When her family died, she lost her ability to care for another person. She was conflicted, caught between duty as a trophy wife who needed to seduce another man.Chaos glanced up from his laptop, his gaze drawn towards her. A flicker of concern crossed his face as he noticed the melancholy in her eyes. She was engrossed in her own work, her fingers dancing across the keyboard. A sense of empathy washed over him as he observed her, a silent understanding of the weight she carried.“Am I boring you?” He asked Florence.Her f
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The Tale Not Old As Time 94 “A Knot Of Emotions”
Ninety-FourChaos understood the potential for misinterpretation, that his words might come across as insensitive or even insulting towards Florence. But honesty felt paramount. He yearned for her to see the true depth of his love, to understand the complexities of his emotions, despite the challenging circumstances.“I… I do not know what to say. I need some time. I need to think.” Her voice trailed off as she looked away, unable to meet his gaze. She slowly turned away from him, avoiding eye contact. Her shoulders slumped, and she appeared small and withdrawn in front of him and he hated himself for it. She felt a knot of emotions twisting in her stomach – hurt, confusion, and a deep sense of uncertainty.“You did hurt me,” she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. “You lied to me, built our relationship on a lie.”“It was not a lie. It was never built on a lie.” He insisted, not wanting her to think that he lied to her. “How can you call that honesty when you kept such a cruci
The Tale Not Old As Time 93 “Cuts Deep”
Ninety-Three“Did you really love me for me?” Florence whispered, her voice trembling, tears welling up in her eyes. “Or... or did you only love me because I have her heart?”Florence’s question cuts deep. It exposed the very core of his fear – that she would ever question and think that his love for her was not genuine, that it was tainted by his connection to Theresa. He was terrified of losing her trust and hurting her further.Seeing Florence cry, feeling her pain and confusion, was excruciating. He hated that he was the cause of her distress right now. He wishes he could take it all back, erase the doubts that plague her.He paused and thought about her question deeply, he had always asked himself that question. But, at that moment, he started to question his own motives. Did he truly fall in love with Florence for who she was, or was it a subconscious projection of his love for Theresa onto her? This doubt gnawed at him, leaving him feeling insecure and unworthy of her love.A
The Tale Not Old As Time 92 “Beyond Repair”
Ninety-Two“You had a child?” Florence whispered, her voice trembling. The question hung heavy in the air, a mixture of disbelief and shock. Chaos nodded his head. “With her?” She asked softly, in more shock.Chaos nodded his head.The silence that followed was still deafening. Florence felt a wave of dizziness wash over her, the world tilting on its axis. She had trusted him, believed in their love story, only to discover that he had built their relationship on a foundation of half-truths. The ground beneath her felt unsteady, the world tilting on its axis.The revelation hit her like a physical blow, leaving her breathless and disoriented. She had trusted him, believed in their love story, only to discover that he had built their relationship on a foundation of half-truths. The ground beneath her felt unsteady, the world tilting on its axis.She looked at him, her eyes searching his face for any sign of sincerity, but all she saw was regret and remorse. The pain of betrayal, shar
The Tale Not Old As Time 91 “Echo”
Ninety-OneFlorence felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. “Theresa… was…” she whispered, the name echoing in her mind as his words echoed louder in the back of her head. Chaos took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on the floor. “Theresa is no longer in the picture, okay?” he confessed, his voice barely a whisper. “And I want you to trust me on this. I am not lying to you, and I never would.”Florence felt a strange mix of emotions – anger, hurt, and a strange sense of detachment since she had known that Theresa had possibly happened before she had met Chaos. The world seemed to tilt on its axis. She had never imagined this, never considered the possibility that there could be another woman, another love, in his past which was something that was so random and so out of the blue. The revelation hit her like a physical blow, leaving her breathless and disoriented. She had trusted him that they would not have any secrets with each other after everything she had told him about herself. Sh
The Tale Not Old As Time 90 “Mere Mention”
Ninety“Who is Theresa?” Florence asked, her voice barely a whisper. Confusion, jealousy, and anger swirled within her. She did not know who this Theresa was, but the mere mention of her name ignited a fire within her. She had trusted Chaos, believed in him, but only to be betrayed and only to be led to confusion and anger. The realization was a bitter pill to swallow. Chaos exchanged a tense glance with Kamilla, a silent and angry warning. He had explicitly told her not to mention Theresa’s name, not under any circumstances since they had made a vow not to do so. Her defiance, her disregard for his wishes, filled him with a mixture of anger and frustration. Florence blinked back tears, her voice barely a whisper. “Who is Theresa?” she asked again, her heart heavy with a mix of hurt and betrayal.The room fell silent.Chaos, mid-sentence, froze, his eyes widening in shock as they met Florence’s gaze. His jaw dropped slightly, his mind struggling to process the sight before him. Flo
The Tale Not Old As Time 89 “Suspicion To Foundation”
Eighty-NineThe morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. Florence stirred, her eyes fluttering open slowly as her body felt sore but she did not mind it. A smile slowly crept on her face, as she saw Chaos sleeping peacefully beside her, his arm draped protectively over her waist.She remembered the night before, the intimacy, the tenderness, the love. A blush crept up her cheeks as she recalled the way he looked at her, the way he made her feel. She felt safe, cherished, loved.She gently traced the lines of his face, her fingers lingering on his stubble. He stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He hummed sleepily, “Good morning,” he murmured, his voice husky with sleep.Florence smiled, her heart overflowing with happiness. “Good morning,” she replied, her voice soft.They lay there for a few moments, cuddling and snuggling lovingly as he was teasing her by peppering kisses on her cheeks and face which made her smile at how annoying and playful he was.
The Tale Not Old As Time 88 “Burning”
Eighty-EightChaos gently laid Florence down on the bed, his eyes drinking in her beauty. He could feel himself getting harder as he had been wanting this to happen for so long but he had always respected her choices and decisions. But right now, the soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm, inviting glow over her, highlighting her delicate features. Her skin, smooth and flawless, glistened in the dim light. Her eyes, usually filled with a mischievous spark, were now soft and dreamy, almost lustful, as it was a reflection of the love and passion that filled her heart.He traced her features with his eyes, lingering on her lips, her nose, her eyes. Each curve, each line, was a masterpiece, a work of art. He could not believe how lucky he was to have her, to love her, to be loved by her.“You are breathtaking,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe. “Absolutely breathtaking.”Florence smiled, her eyes sparkling with happiness and at the same time shyness. She knew that she was lucky
The Tale Not Old As Time 87 “City Lights Twinkling”
Eighty-Seven The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the city. Florence and Chaos were seated at a cozy table in a rooftop restaurant, the city lights twinkling below them. The soft music, the gentle breeze, and the romantic ambiance set the perfect stage for their first anniversary celebration.As they sipped on their drinks, their conversation flowed effortlessly. They reminisce about their journey together, the challenges they had overcome, and the love that had blossomed between them. They laughed, they smiled, and they dreamed, their hearts filled with gratitude and hope. “You are my guardian angel,” Florence whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. She thought back to the darkest days, the times when she felt lost and alone. And then she thought of Chaos, her rock, her savior. “Hey,” He cooed and cupped her face, “No tears.”She shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. “You are the most amazing man I have ever known,” she answered softly. “And
The Tale Not Old As Time 86 “Hope”
Eighty-SixWith Chaos’ influence and resources, the investigation moved swiftly. One by one, the victims came forward, their testimonies painting a harrowing picture of Oscar’s depravity. The legal battle was arduous, a long and winding road filled with obstacles and setbacks. But Chaos, with his unwavering determination, pushed forward, ensuring that justice would prevail.The trial was a grueling ordeal, a public airing of the darkest secrets. The victims, brave and resilient, shared their harrowing experiences, their voices echoing through the courtroom. The pieces of evidence were overwhelming, the guilt undeniable.The judge read the verdict, “Oscar Heath Godric, you have been found guilty of multiple counts of sexual assault, rape, first degree murder, kidnapping, assault and battery, and drug posession and distribution. Your actions were heinous, despicable, and have caused immeasurable pain and suffering to your victims.”There was silence in the courtroom as it thickened mor
