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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
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
Last Updated : 2024-11-11The 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
Last Updated : 2024-11-11The 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
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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
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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
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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
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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 99 “Passion”
Ninety-NineThe sun cast long shadows across the cemetery, the air thick with the scent of freshly cut grass and damp earth. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the ancient oak trees, creating a soothing, almost melancholic soundtrack.Florence and Chaos sat on the cool grass in front of Theresa’s headstone, a comfortable silence settling between them. Florence, her gaze fixed on the inscription, felt a strange sense of peace. The initial shock of the revelation had subsided, replaced by a quiet understanding, a profound sense of connection to the young woman whose heart now beat within her own chest.Chaos, sensing her quiet contemplation, reached out and gently took her hand. His touch was a silent affirmation of their shared grief, an unspoken acknowledgment of the profound connection they now shared.“What was she like?” Florence asked softly with curiosity.“Theresa… she was a whirlwind,” Chaos began, his voice thick with emotion. “She was a dancer. Ballet.”Florence nodded he
The Tale Not Old As Time 98 “Between You And Me”
Ninety-Eight“I have been thinking lately about everything that has been happening between you and me.” Florence continued to speak as she was staring at her feet while they were walking.Chaos nodded his head gently, his heart pounding with a mixture of hope and dread. He waited, holding his breath, for her to continue. Florence continued, her voice barely a whisper, “Thinking about everything that is happening between us.”Chaos nodded again, his eyes fixed on her face, searching for any sign of emotion.Florence took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly. “And I realized… I realized that I have been selfish too.”Chaos shook his head, “No, do not say that. I was the one being selfish.”“No,” she said, her voice breaking. Tears were welling up in her eyes, threatening to spill over. “I was being selfish too. You have been through so much, Chaos. Just the same as me, you went through something too. And I… I was letting my anger and jealousy consume me.”She took a deep breath,
The Tale Not Old As Time 97 “Miss”
Ninety-SevenAs Florence stepped out of the school, she spotted Chaos standing by his car. His shoulders slumped, and a look of weariness etched his face. He missed her, desperately. Florence’s heart ached as she saw him. She missed him too, the silence between them stretching on like an endless desert. They both knew that the longer they remained apart, the deeper the longing and the more painful the separation would become.He exhaled as soon as he saw her emerge from the school, her shoulders slumped slightly, and his heart ached. He wanted to reach for her, to pull her close and hold her until the pain subsided. He wanted to hug her and just feel her warmth once again after days of being away from each other.But he knew better. He had hurt her, deeply, and he had to earn back her trust, one small step at a time.He watched as she approached slowly and almost unsurely, her gaze fixed on the pavement, her footsteps heavy with unspoken emotions. He wanted to call out to her, to apol
The Tale Not Old As Time 96 “Asher”
Ninety-SixAsher Woods was a breath of fresh air at the deaf-mute school. Tall and lanky, with an athletic build that hinted at a love for sports, he possessed an easygoing charm that made him instantly likable which made him popular amongst the other female teachers around. His face, framed by a mop of dark blond hair, was undeniably handsome, with a pair of intelligent gray eyes that crinkled at the corners when he smiled. He had joined the school a few months after Florence, bringing with him a youthful energy and a genuine passion for working with the children. His easy going nature and quick wit quickly made him a favorite among the staff, and Florence found herself drawn to him.He admired Florence’s patience with the children, her gentle demeanor, and her quiet confidence. He had a way of connecting with the students as well, of seeing past their disabilities and recognizing the unique individuals within.As they worked together, their friendship blossomed. They spent hours di
The Tale Not Old As Time 95 “Despair”
Ninety-FiveChaos felt a wave of despair wash over him. Florence’s words were like a physical blow, each one chipping away at his already fragile hope. “No, Florence,” he answered, his voice hoarse, “that is not true. You are not a reminder of her. You are you.”“Stop saying that!” She yelled at him.“But it is the truth!” He kind of raised his voice at her as he sighed, “I am sorry for yelling. But please. Trust me on this. I fell in love with you, not with a memory and not because of her heart. It just deepened the connection, but the heart wants what it wants, and my heart wants you. Not of what is inside you.” She shook her head. He did not like it when he does that, so he immediately added to say, “I know my words might seem like that, but believe me, it is not the truth.” He paused, his voice catching. “I am so sorry for the pain I have caused you. I never meant to make you feel like you are just a… a vessel for someone else’s memory. This was why I did not want to let you know
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
