I strode to the car full of fake smiles. My emotions were fairly under control that explains why I was not crying. Sadly, shopping was just a distraction. It's my only distraction whenever something happens although right now, the only thing I wanted was to get into my tub then cry until I felt nothing. I cried until my eyes got swollen, my mouth felt sore, limbs would be weak and my heart, mind, soul and body were numb. I can't do that, I had appearances to be kept up. I needed to keep up the bossy-bitch attitude and suckit up. "Took you long enough." I fired at him on sighting in. I'm glad he arrived just in time. A second more and I might let a tear or two seep out.The moment he stepped into the car, I scoffed at him pushing his buttons."I was talking to your father." His tone is hard,professional, cold, zero emotions. His words annoyed me in ways I cannot explain. He also mentioned the man who caused everything. I refused to call him my father. "Alright, whatever. We're
took his towel off and changed into a skin-tightgown showing all my curves before handing it over to the maids as he requested. I settled down, reduced my impulsive attitude and took the time to plan my next action. My face was reflected in the mirror as I appliedmakeup. I did not like too much of it so I justbrightened my face. Then, I grabbed my phone, my purse and left the room. My heels clicked on the tiles with every step I took. My dad stood in the middle of the living room watching me like a hawk. His lips twitched a few times. He tried to speak but no words formed. Finally, he overcame his trance and decided to talk to his daughter. "Tracyl, are you going out today? After everything that happened yesterday. Don't you think it's wise to stay home and rest? The maids will get you anything you want. Just ask darling but please don't go out." Unlike before, he didn't try to force anything on me. His tone was pleading and his lips were begging me to stay back home.
I was squealed in extreme happiness. Never in my life had I been so happy to see a maid. I could just hug her now. I won't, but I wanted to show her how much this meant to me.Then, From the corner of my eye, I noticed the looks she gave us before settling the towel. Her stay lingered on more than it should and my gratitude turned to annoyance. She knew her place in the house. My actions were none of her concern, yetshe's keen on poking her nose where it does notconcern her. I was sure the other maids were going to have a long day discussing Antony and me. I gave her one last cold look before she shut the door. Focusing on Antony , I noticed his downcast look. His smile, a hundred per cent fake. My dad taught me how to notice things, so I became very good at it. For a second there, we got close. He was not protective, and he opened up to me. Was he enjoying spending time with me so much that he forgot his wife? was still a bit perplexed. "What wife?" The words he uttered m
I could be very patient when I wanted to. Today, Antony made me into a very calm, gentle and patient person. I'd show him who was boss. Me not him. Tracy Scott would show him just how fierce I could be. He ain't seen nothing yet.After a few hours, I got tired of standing outside but wouldn't cave nor relent. I went downstairs for a glass of water, gulped it down feeling refreshed then returned back to waiting. When I reached his room, I had to lay on his bed and nearly dozed off. I shut my eyes but I was well aware of the happenings in my surroundings. As tired as I was, I would not cave in. Antony cannot win! I get what I want! No matter what! I will not fall asleep.Eventually, he came out, and I got what I wanted. Just like always. We exchanged words and I proved my stance. We were going to the mall regardless of what happened or what would happen. I brought him down and left him tired with no other option than to give in. I won. "I was waiting for your wife to call." I bit m
I lost track of time, the journey seemed a little longer on the way back. Coupled with the fact that I could not wrap my mind on his conversation with his wife. Strangely, she only called him once a day, during the evening or at night. Even more strangely, I stalked my bodyguard's phone call history. Even in my sleep, Antony clouded my thoughts. The screeching of the tires jacked me conscious. A yawn escaped my lips, as I felt exhausted. Still, I was not feeling sleepy. Tired, but not sleepy. I had lots of rest today, courtesy of Antony , and his crazy stunts. Asmile crossed my features, remembering today. Itwas an extremely crazy, fun, and wild day. I enjoyed it to the fullest. "Finally, I need to rest."He blurted the words out, almost staggering, as heopened the bonnet to get my things out."Aren't you going to call your wife here, I don't want to hear you two tonight please."I whined, rolled my eyes, and stepped out. Hechuckled, then sighed like he was trying to refrainfrom
I scanned from my camera outside the house, tina threw herself crying profusely. She refused to stand up. I felt pity for her, the poor girl. None of this was her fault. Tina Moana. I wondered what she did to anger Tracy . I'm sure it was something minor, but the spoilt brat didn't care.Her father made a huge mistake and she would pay for it with her life and Miss Tina would have a big role in that. It makes it so much fun that she already hated her. Very easy to get her on our side as well. said the other maids. I picked up my phone punching some numbers in. My eyes were kept on the screen, I watched her cry to fuel my anger towards the Scott's s. Even if it was the last thing I did, I don't care. They had to be brought down. **Get me the girl now.** I ordered and hung up."Soon Tracy , Just waits, your downfall would be slow, and your death even slower. Every tear this girl sheds, I'll return them to you in ten folds. Just watch, enjoy your reign because it won't last long."I
**ANTONY SANTOS POV** For once, I found her strange. The shoot had ended minutes ago, her manager left after trying to flirt with me, he even informed me of everything.It got weird when tracy was nowhere in sight, I suspected something might have happened, I had to go in and check. Surprisingly, she showed up moments later like her body was exchanged.Although I had been working with them for just a short while, I got to know a few of her traits, and this was so unlike her. She fiddled with her nails, biting on them nervously. She seemed to want to leave quickly, making me wonder why the shopping Queen suddenly wanted to go home. I prepared myself for another round of shopping, going out or something of that sort.Instead, she shut the door without another word.It was just three pm, and I thought I would be forced to drive into the city for clothes she probably won't wear. The second I parked the car, she jumped out and rushed inside. What has this girl so shaken? I need to
***Tracy Scott POV*** The decor of the room was impeccable, it was also really spacious. Regardless, the bedroom was for one. As you can imagine, it wasn't that big. The perfect size for us to cuddle. I muffled a chuckle. I shot him a flirtatious smile watching his eyes gaze on the bed. His shoulders tensed, I now sat on the bed, my legs folded as I was playing with my phone. Rushing things would only cause chaos, if I calmed down and orchestrated things perfectly, Antony would have the worst experience of his life. "If you're worried about this, being a married man and all. You can call your wife, it's allowed. Explain everything. No lips." Two minutes had passed before I spoke up. My offering followed a slow licked of my lips. I'm just getting started with him. Let's poke the big hard bear."Miss Tracy , I can definitely find another hotel to stay at. A cheaper one so you don't have to fund the expenses. It seems...." For once, Antony's word didn't come out strong, confident,
**TRACY SCOTT**. "Where do you want to go?"Jimmy asked, dirverting into the main road.It's a miracle we've even gotten this far without any reporters trying to bash into the car or take pictures. Maybe they don't have vans?I'm almost sure Father would have gotten the news by nowThey've flock around the office begging for a comment or the house.I expected it. In fact I want it.The more influence I have, the more people get to hear the truth.Father can't oppose this even. That man killed his wife. He took me for days and now they're going to just let him go.Well I'll be dammed.Just like clockwork, my cell began ringing.Lucky guess it's Ethan. He's calling to rant aboutIt'll be rude not to answer, plus I'm not ashamed of what I've done I'll repeat it if necessary."What is it?"I snapped. From the corner, Jimmy's brows shot up."I just wanted to say congratulations. I'm happy you're going to do something that n
**TRACY SCOTT**. Murmurs. Bickering. Incessant sounds that's currently irking. Echoing in my ear and makes me want to scream. Maybe they'll shut up.More reporters are gathering since I've gotten what I wanted. For this to air live. For the entire world to hear me.For the whole world to see and understand my plague. To know why I went through and decide for themselves if what's going to happen is the right thing. It's not. They know it. It's why they'll stand up and stop it. I hope."Everyone is eager to understand what I'm about to say. I'll tell you and since this is live, there won't be any miscommunication."My eyes went above their heads as the teachers would advise us while we gave our speeches. I wished I hadn't done that though.For the side entrance, I noticed Antony burst out with Ethan behind him.Perfect. I had all the media attention, they weren't affected by two men.I turned away. Antony's eyes move
TRACY SCOTT**. Jimmy loves me. I should not be considering that with everything that's happening and all that's at stake, but in some weird way I can't help the tingles all around me with the realization that Jimmy loves me.He's actually in love with me. I know that because what we about to do is similar to jumping off a cliff with no safety on, he's willing to do that.I think he is. Maybe he'll just walk me up to it, tell me what to do then leave me hanging.He'll remain neutral in the dealings and I'll face the music myself.I would not blame him. It's typically the smart thing to do.Ethan. Antony. They should all stay away from me. The best thing to do is taking it all head on.In fact involving anyone else will just make matters worse.I'm the center piece of everything.It started with me. It should end with me."Are you reconsidering it? I won't lie to you, it'spolitical suicide, that what we would call it
**TRACY SCOTT**. "How about here, it says foreign nationals who have committed a crime...""We can't use that, they'll argue that he didn't actual commit the crime.""That would make no sense?"I cringed my nose in utter confusion."In theory, it would not but if they did that, they'll make a center piece of the American justice system, they'll bring it out on the open for anyone interested to ask as many questions as they'd like and trust me, there are some many people interested in the system.""Ugh."I fell on the chair, tossing the books aside."Maybe we take a five minutes break..."He was interrupted by my cell phone."I'm sorry, I should get this."I slipped my hand into my pocket silently praying it wasn't my father or Antony, in that case I won't have to get anything.It wasn't. Ethan was calling. From the burner. How nice."Yes?"I answered. No filter needed. I didn't want to talk to any of them from that p
153**TRACY SCOTT**. "Tracy wait! I'm confused because it's as though both of you just shut me out in an instant. What is going on here? One minute I think maybe in actually part of the team or whatever shit and the next you're gone with him, you disappear for almost half an hour. What happened?"I held my purse, twirling in the free space outside."Get rid of the substance in your car, we do not want anyone getting a whiff of what that thing might be. It won't do anyone good."I instructed instead of answering the question."Tracy. you're just avoiding the question and I thought you would not be mad for telling Antony.""I'm not mad. Come on, do I seem mad? If I dol apologise for giving you the wrong impression, I am not."I giggled, palming my lips to stiffen it when it got too weird."I'm sorry we didn't take you in with us. I only got ten minutes and somehow you were lost in between, it wasn't my intention."His
152**TRACY SCOTT**. You're weak. You're fragile. That's what they think. That's what they'll never say to your face, but it's the reason they pet you in believing things which aren't actually true.They're all liars. They've been lying to you for the longest time. That is the truth. You can't trust any of them.Those are Antonov's words from earlier today replaying in my head like a broken record.When he dropped the last bombshell, the concluding piece of the puzzle in my head, the little secret Antony was keeping, I grew numb while seating on that chair.I kept my hands folded, staring into space.My head was faced forward, probably making eye contact of some sort with him, but I was not there physically.My mind had wandered off, making up the scenes in my head.How it happened. Who she was. Why he did it.I created an answer for each of those questions after which more would just pop up. That's howmy mind work
**TRACY SCOTT**. I need a grip. A tight grip and maybe a lid. A grip on these whirling emotions inside me, like a storm and I'm in the fucking eye.An hour ago I was prepared, willing, and heaven knows I was ready to commit first-degree murder and not even blink.That's how mad I was. Was it anger? Or hurt? Or thirst for vergence? That would be fueled by either the former or latter before it?I'm not sure what it is, but it's there.I can feel it inside of it, it's burning and it keeps increasing with each passing minute.I would have killed that man, I would have done so without so much as blinking.That's how vicious I have become.Ethan was the only anchor left, if it wasn't for him I would have finished Antonov off.For now, I just need to stay in the same room with him.I need to look him in the eye and figure out why he ruined my life.Why did he kill my mother?Why did he start this goose chase for me decades
**ANTONY SANTOS**. "Why are you looking at me like that?"She asked after moments of silence reigned between us, neither bothering to utter a word. There weren't much seating positions in the gun range, so we merely relaxed our back over the wall, giving the other breathing space.Something I hadn't realised I needed, but I did."Like what?"I moved my shoulders, carefully flipping my front hair backwards and moving my eyes away which were raking her body with suspicion."Like I'm damaged goods. You're looking at me as though I'm damaged goods. It's what's going around and I can't seem to wrap my head around the look. It's getting annoying. Stop looking at me like that "She snapped, standing straight."I'm not looking at you like you're damaged goods. I would never think that, that's just being insensitive and anyone who is doing such hasn't the slightest clue of what you've been through nor has the right to judge
**ETHAN RAMIREZ**I searched the room with my eyes, it had cleared out leaving just us three. Antony and I standing metres away from one of the ranges, Tracy standing by the door with a smug look on her face that shows she's not exactly happy with either of us.What comes next is her feeling all too betrayed by both of us, but I'm sure Antony can handle it.I hope. I hope I didn't underestimate her angry she is at him, angry enough not to listen to a word he had to say, she has only made eye contact with him once since she walked in here and even then, she tore her gaze away quickly."I asked a question but it would seem no one is willing to give a weird answer. Since when did both of you become besties because that's what this seems. A get together for besties."She squirmed her shoulders, her tone dripping with sarcasm and mockery."Tracy..."She crossed her hand quickly, leaving one outside to place ahead of me and halt whatevermovement I had planned"I asked a question, Ethan. I