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The 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
The 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
The Tale Not Old As Time 46 “Intentions”
Forty-SixFlorence hesitated, torn between her desire and her fear. She wanted to spend time with Chaos, to explore the connection they had formed. However, she was wary of the potential consequences. She knew that her involvement with Chaos could jeopardize her fragile peace, and could expose her to danger. The thought of Chaos discovering the truth about her marriage, about Heath’s sinister plan, filled her with dread. She didn't want him to see her as a deceitful, manipulative woman. She wanted him to see her for who she truly was, a woman caught in a web of lies and deceit, desperate to break free.Florence gazed at her reflection in the mirror, her eyes drawn to the elegant little black dress that clung perfectly to her curves which had puffed off-shoulders. The minimalist jewelry and sleek heels complemented the outfit perfectly. Her light gray eyes and honey blonde hair provided a striking contrast to the dark ensemble, creating a captivating image. As she admired her reflect
The Tale Not Old As Time 47 “Safe Haven”
Forty-SevenThe man’s gaze, filled with disdain, swept and glued over Florence. He knew cheap when he saw one, and Florence, to him, was unworldly cheap. His eyes lingered on her simple dress and modest jewelry, a silent judgment of her social status. He saw her as a complete outsider, an intruder in their exclusive world.The man’s gaze, filled with contempt, swept over Florence. “What are you doing here?” he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. “What’s a lost deaf woman like you doing here?” He snickered while shaking his head and found Florence looking out of place. “Looking for a nightclub? Well, you have come to the wrong place, dear.” His tone was condescending, his words a clear indication of his superiority.Florence felt a familiar sting of humiliation. She had faced similar insults before, her disability often used as a weapon to wound her self-esteem. The world, with its cruel indifference, had taught her to endure such awful treatment. Yet, the pain still cut deep, a
The Tale Not Old As Time 48 “Casual”
Forty-EightThe restaurant manager, Saul, visibly shaken, approached Chaos along with two waiters who were ready to head to Chao’s commands. “Mr. Battenkurt,” he stammered, his voice filled with apology and fear knowing Chaos’ status. The Spencers and the Battenkurts were longtime patrons of the restaurant, a family of immense wealth and influence. Saul knew that the couple’s rude behavior had crossed a line, and he was prepared to face the consequences. Chaos, a man of discerning tastes, had rarely frequented such opulent establishments. His arrival at the restaurant was a significant event, a testament to the host’s prestige. Saul, the meticulous manager, had personally overseen the preparations, ensuring that every detail was perfect. However, the incident with the rude couple had marred the evening's beginning, casting a shadow over the otherwise flawless setting.Saul had been informed by Ralph with what happened earlier at the entrance. Saul, himself, had witnessed the confron
The Tale Not Old As Time 49 “Band”
Forty-NineFlorence’s heart fluttered as she felt the warmth of his touch. His words, simple yet profound, sent a shiver down her spine. She had missed him too, more than she had realized. In that moment, surrounded by the soft glow of candlelight and the gentle hum of conversation, she felt a sense of peace and contentment that she had not experienced in a long time.“Is it wrong?” He asked as he gently squeezed her hand. “Hmm?”She smiled, her eyes sparkling with warmth as she glanced at his hand holding hers. “It’s not wrong at all,” she replied softly. Chaos smiled, his eyes filled with warmth. “Isn’t it?” he teased, gently taking her hand in his. He traced the lines of her palm teasingly, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. As their fingers intertwined, a spark ignited between them. The intimacy of the moment, the quietude of the restaurant, created a perfect storm of emotion. He leaned in, his breath warm against her skin, and gently kissed his fingertips one by one. Th
The Tale Not Old As Time 50 “Conversations”
FiftyFlorence’s mind raced, trying to come up with a plausible explanation. She often forgot to wear her wedding ring, especially during casual outings or quiet moments at home. It had become a habit, a subconscious act of defiance against the constraints of her marriage. She only wore her wedding ring when she would head out with Heath on special occasions especially when they would meet his fake rich circle of friends. After all, the wedding rings were just a mere prop. Florence felt Chaos’ gaze intense and probing. His eyes pierced through her as if they were demanding an answer, to see the truth hidden beneath her facade. She felt a shiver run down her spine, a mixture of fear and anticipation. She knew she had to be careful, to choose her words wisely so he would never find out about her fake marriage. She hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. The complexity of her situation, the web of lies and deceit she was entangled in, was too much to revel. So, she chose a half-tr
The Tale Not Old As Time 51 “Masked Turmoil”
Fifty-oneFlorence, gathering her courage, forced a smile. “Of course I do,” she replied, her voice firm. “What kind of question is that? I would not have married him if I did not love him.” Her words, though confident, masked the turmoil within. She was lying, a necessary evil to protect herself and her fragile hope.“I‘m sorry,” Chaos apologized, his voice filled with regret. “I didn’t mean to pry.”“No,” She responded right away. “You’re fine. I’m not taking the question personally.” “It is just…” He trailed off. I have never seen that spark in your eyes when you talk about him.” He paused, searching for the right words. “When you love someone, you can’t help but radiate joy. Your eyes light up, your voice fills with warmth.”She paused, a wry smile playing on her lips. “Brave words coming from a man who’s known for his fair share of flings,” she teased. Her tone was light, but her eyes held a deeper meaning. She was challenging him, pushing him to be more vulnerable, to reveal hi
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The Tale Not Old As Time 61 “Barely Audible”
Sixty-OneChaos gently wiped away her tears. “You have me,” he whispered, his voice filled with reassurance. “I don’t know what to do anymore,” she sobbed, her voice barely audible. “I just want it all to end.” She was not seeking pity, but simply pouring out her heart, a raw and vulnerable display of her pain. “I don’t want to live anymore.” She cried as more tears fell over her cheeks.“Don’t say that,” Chaos replied, his voice gentle as he wiped her tears with his thumbs. “You have to live for yourself, not for anyone else. Just tell me what happened. Please? Let me help you. What has he been doing to you?”“I don’t need your pity.” She barked. “I am not pitying you, Florence,” Chaos replied gently. “I care about you. I want to help you.”Florence shook her head, tears streaming down her face as she covered her eyes with her hands. “You won’t understand,” she sobbed, her voice muffled by her hands. “No one does. No one will.” Her words echoed the depths of her despair, a cry for
The Tale Not Old As Time 60 “Downcast”
SixtyShe woke up with a throbbing pain in her eye. She was lying on the cold, hard floor, the shattered pieces of glass scattered around her. The dried remains of last night’s dinner were a stark reminder of the violence that had unfolded. She gingerly touched her eye, wincing at the pain. The bruise was already starting to form, a dark mark of the abuse she had endured. After she took a shower, Florence stared at her reflection in the mirror, her heart was immensely heavy with sorrow and shame of what she had been going through in her life. A dark bruise marred her eye, a very strong reminder of the violence that she had endured. She could not believe that Heath had resorted to such brutality for the second time, that he had shattered the fragile peace once again that they had once shared.Florence cursed under her breath as she applied makeup to conceal the bruise around her eye. She was running late for the ceremony, and the pain in her eye was throbbing. She rushed through her m
The Tale Not Old As Time 59 “Familiar Silence”
Fifty-Nine Florence returned to the city, a sense of melancholy settling over her. As she stepped into Heath’s flat, the familiar silence greeted her. A quick glance around confirmed her suspicion: Heath was still out of the country for his business trips and conventions. His slippers, untouched by the door, were a stark reminder of his absence. A wave of loneliness washed over her, a familiar feeling that had become a constant companion.The dinner table was set, a stark contrast to the emptiness Florence felt inside. As they ate, the silence was deafening, broken only by the clinking of silverware. The tension in the air was palpable, a silent battle between two souls, each harboring their own secrets.Florence knew what was coming. Heath, with his insatiable ego for power, reputation and influence, mixed with his twisted mind, would propose and insist to her of seducing Chaos, and playing a dangerous game. She braced herself for the storm, the verbal abuse that would undoubtedly
The Tale Not Old As Time 58 “Barely A Whisper”
Fifty-EightFlorence’s voice, barely a whisper, broke the silence. “I’m a trophy wife,” she confessed, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and resignation. The words hung heavy in the air, a stark revelation that shattered the fragile peace.Chaos, taken aback by her honesty, gently rubbed her back. He did not want to ask anything for now, all he wanted to do was to let her know that he was there and he was listening. He understood the weight of her words, the pain and humiliation she must have endured. The secrets she kept to safeguard Heath’s reputation in the world of money and power. “I’m so sorry, Florence,” he murmured, his voice filled with empathy. “I can’t imagine what you’re going through.”The silence that followed was heavier, a poignant pause as they both processed the gravity of her confession. Florence, her heart was absolutely heavy with sorrow, letting the tears flow freely. The pent-up emotions she went through since her family died, the years of silent suffer
The Tale Not Old As Time 57 “2AM”
Fifty-SevenAround two o'clock in the morning, Florence could not sleep. She was wide awake and staring at the ceiling wearing a baggy shirt and some pajama bottoms. She tried to reminisce about what happened in the lake as she was also recalling how Chaos’ amazing body looked so hot.As Florence lay in bed, her mind raced with the events of the night. The memory of Chaos’ confession, his longing gaze, haunted her. She could not deny the intensity of her feelings for him, the deep connection they shared. But she was also terrified of the consequences, the potential heartbreak that lay ahead.The more she thought about it, the more confused she became. Why did he confess his feelings of wanting to kiss her? Was it fueled because it was a spur of the moment or because he was being his playful womanizer side? She could not help but ask herself, did he truly mean those words, or was it just a fleeting moment of passion? Florence tossed and turned, unable to find peace due to her mind bein
The Tale Not Old As Time 56 “Sign Language”
Fifty-SixChaos smirked, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “You caught me,” he signed, his fingers moving gracefully. His playful gesture, a silent acknowledgment of his unspoken desire, sent a thrill through Florence. The intimacy of the moment, the shared understanding, was intoxicating.“You thought I didn’t.” She hand signed as they shared a laugh. Florence felt a blush creeping up her cheeks. She was both embarrassed and exhilarated by the boldness of his confession. She knew that crossing the line between friendship and romance would be risky, but she could not deny the pull she felt towards him. The cool water enveloped them, a soothing balm for their weary souls. Chaos gently guided Florence, his strong arms supporting her as she floated on her back. The weightlessness of the water, combined with the warmth of his touch, created a sense of peace and tranquility.As they drifted silently, the world seemed to fade away. The only sound was the gentle lapping of the water agai
The Tale Not Old As Time 55 “Lake House”
Fifty-Five The morning sun cast a warm glow over the lake, creating a serene and peaceful atmosphere. Florence and Chaos sat by the water’s edge, enjoying a leisurely breakfast. The peaceful and gentle lapping of the very small waves on the lakes against the shore provided a soothing soundtrack to their conversation.“I am glad we came here,” Florence said, her voice soft. “It is so peaceful.”Chaos smiled warmly. “I am glad that you like it,” he replied. “I often come here to clear my head.”They spent the rest of the morning talking, laughing, and simply enjoying each other’s company. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them. As the day wore on, they took a boat ride on the lake, explored the nearby trails, and shared a quiet dinner by the fireplace.As the night fell, they sat on the porch, watching the stars twinkle above. “It makes me not want to leave,” Florence confessed, her voice filled with longing. “I wish we could stay here forever.”Chaos took her hand
The Tale Not Old As Time 54 “Warm Embrace”
Fifty-FourFlorence awoke refreshed, the soft glow of the morning sun filtering through the curtains. The bathroom, a sanctuary of tranquility, beckoned her with its luxurious amenities. High-end toiletries, from fragrant soaps to soothing lotions, filled the space with a delightful aroma. As she stepped into the warm embrace of the shower, the stress and worries of the past few days began to melt away. The gentle stream of water massaged her tired muscles, while the rich lather enveloped her senses. The experience was pure indulgence, a much-needed respite from the chaos of her life.Emerging from the bathroom, wrapped in a plush towel, Florence paused at the window. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes landed on the breathtaking sight before her. Chaos, his muscular physique glistening in the morning sun, was swimming in the lake. The water droplets, clinging to his skin, accentuated his every curve, every line. She could not help but admire the raw beauty of his form, the p
The Tale Not Old As Time 53 “Hum”
Fifty-Three The car hummed along the deserted highway, the soft glow of the dashboard illuminating Florence’s face while the music was playing in the background. She was lost in thought, her mind racing with a thousand questions. This spontaneous road trip, a sudden escape from the confines of her life, had thrown her into a whirlwind of emotions.Chaos, ever the attentive driver, glanced at her, his eyes filled with concern. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice gentle. “You seem a bit… distant.”Florence forced a smile. “I am fine,” she replied, her voice barely a whisper. But her forced cheerfulness could not mask the underlying sadness in her eyes. “Just wondering what clothes we will wear.” She lied.Chaos chuckled softly, “Don’t worry about it.”She knew that she was trapped in a life that was not her own, a prisoner of her circumstances. But she got in this situation because of her own choices, and her own debts as well as her father’s. She had no choice but to suffer.As they d
