Eryx knew this wasn't the solution to his problems, but this was what he needed. A mind-blowing sex with someone he wasn't attached to, so he could get his mind off Nova and zephyr.His eyes scanned Jane like a predator surveying its prey. His gaze lingered, dark and heavy, locking onto her with a spark that burned, not with warmth, but with hunger. His pupils were dilated, a telltale sign of his singular focus, and the faint curl of his lips hinted at a confidence that bordered on arrogance.He leaned towards her his body angled toward her in a way that was deliberate, almost calculated. His shoulders rolled back, showcasing his broad frame, while his fingers toyed with the rim of his glass, a slow, rhythmic motion that seemed designed to draw attention. Every movement he made was intentional, his steps measured.He placed his hands on her waist. His hands covered her waist completely because they were slim enough for his hands to go round it. Jane took in a gasp of air. She hated th
In Zephyr's mansion sat Mrs. Lockwood. As soon as she heard that Zephyr had remarried Nova, she ran to the airport for the next flight to New York.As soon as she got to his home, she started ranting to the butler.“You know, Williams, I never knew exactly what he saw in this girl. At first, I thought he was over her when Tiana came into his life. She paused as if regretting that she mentioned that name. But Tiana turned out to be something else”. She said it out loud as if it weren't her fault Zephyr ended up with her.Williams just stood there as he panicked. He didn't know which side to pick. If he defended young madam nova, Mrs. Lockwood would probably cut his head off. If he then decided to support Mrs. Lockwood, then he would be a bad person.“She was a stripper, Williams. A stripper”. She continued, and she said the words loudly and then silently in a dramatic manner. Nova was just like four feet away from where she was seated, and she could hear everything.“And now she is an
Zephyr was oddly calm as he stepped into the mansion. His appearance exuded command and power. You will just know that he is capable of handling his problems.“I don't know what has gotten into you Zephyr, but this girl can't be your wife”. His mother started speaking as soon as she saw him, and before he could even say anything else.“We are already married, mum”. He replied without looking at his mother. His gaze was on nova, he wanted to know if she was fine.“Are you okay?” he finally asked.“What do you think?” She used her hands to rub her arms as if she were in some kind of discomfort.“How could you do this, zephyr? You get married to her without informing me. Do you know what the media is saying? This is affecting the company and our status in the society”. She breathed in and continued.“It's okay for your brother to misbehave, but it's not okay for you to”….“IT'S NOT OKAY FOR ME TO WHAT, MOM?” He raked a hand through his hair, pulling slightly.“Fuck society and fuck what t
“Do you need help, princess? I already completed my shift, I could give you a helping hand”. The bartender James was oddly too close to Nova who wasn't herself at that moment.“Get off me”. She pushed him away as she walked to a less busy area in the club. James' lips curved upwards and he followed her. “You know no one is going to help you here. Everyone is wasted”. He chuckled as if he had said something funny.Even though Nova was drunk she didn't like the aura the guy gave off. His funny jeans and the scar he had on his neck told an unknown tale.“I promise I am a good guy. You are in more danger if you continue to stay there all but yourself. I must tell you”. He sounded really convincing and when Nova felt her vision start to blur she knew she had no choice.“I can help myself, but I will let you just because I don't really know my way around here”. Take me to the exit so I can board a taxi home”.“Okay”. She heard him say.“I …ha.. Have a high alcohol threshold. How am I drunk
“You fucking bastard”. Zephyr yelled in devastation as well as anger. At first, he thought he was dreaming, maybe his eyes were playing jokes on him, and it wasn't really the guy trying to force his way with his wife.He landed him a punch and kept punching him until someone jerked him off.“You are going to kill him if you continue like that”. Alex held him tightly to prevent him from causing further damage.Do you know who else was dreaming? That's right, it was James. He had no idea why his boss and his friend who was his business partner was beating the hell out of him at the time of his pleasure. He opened his eyes widely to ensure he wasn't dreaming.I mean, it's not Every Time you get to see the great zephyr Lockwood. He doesn't even see the owner of the club. That is, he doesn't see Alex on a daily basis so was he dreaming?Or did they find out about his vicious activities? He questioned himself silently.“Sir… What could I have done to deserve this? I am just spending some al
In a world where Zephyr was going through his own trials, Eryx was plotting against him and Nova just wanted to be left alone with her son, and maybe she wanted Eryx too.Kevin was in his own misery, he might be feared by everyone but that didn't make him feel better. It didn't change the fact that Willow left him on their honeymoon. Which was obviously his fault.He trailed his hands on the painting and took a deep breath of the fragrance it left. It was her exhibition, and he wasn't supposed to be here.She had made it clear that she didn't want to have anything to do with him so why was he here? “Fuck you are stupid Kevin”. He cursed under his breath and took a step forward to take his leave, but he suddenly stopped.“Oh my God, that's her”. Little cheers that were not chaotic filled the atmosphere. They all wanted to take a look at the beautiful woman behind the wonderful art, and indeed she was breathtaking.As she took a group of people on a tour of each masterpiece. Kevin could
He ran after her and with every step she took, he felt she was slipping away from him. He couldn't live like this anymore so he was compelled to speak.“Wait, please. His voice came out as a cry. Do you think I treated you the way I did because I wanted to?” There was a mix of bitterness and emptiness in his voice. Something that made her want to stay and hear his reasons because this time it felt like he was ready.“I…I am sick Willow, he took up to a minute to successfully say those words. Kevin took in a deep breath before sitting on the passage floor while Willow came closer to hear him out. I was born a sick child. I was always alone and spent most of my time in the hospital away from my family. I mean who would want to be with someone with mental issues”. He chuckled in pity. Willow’s eyes widened and she felt her legs wobble. “Mental issues?” She whispered unbelievably. Was he struggling with his mental health? She asked herself.“My own mother will flog me to my senses whenev
Damon immediately let go of Willow. How could he not? Only if he wanted his head off before the next day. “Uh…uh Kevin I was just playing with willow here”. He tried to defend himself with shaky hands.“Get out”. He simply said not even stressing his words. And Damon flew away like a scared cat.“Willow?” He called out her name like a question.“Than..thank you sir”. Willow said before scurrying away. She was shy of the handsome man who saved her but at the same time the Colour of his eyes lingered in her memories.Kevin would have sworn a minute ago that she was hazel. The girl whose life he cut short. What was he even thinking he killed her with his own hands?Day came, and several nights flew by. Even though Willow wasn't hazel, Kevin found himself moving close to her. He found her voice suiting and her smile brightened his soul. He will find himself eager to meet with her where they read together.“Kevin, I like you”. Willow was the first to confess her feelings. His heart flutter
Zephyr was a familiar face and Kevin was very relieved to be staring at him. He hadn't seen his old buddy for many years but it felt good to see someone that he knew from the past. “Hey, why don't you take a seat," Zephyr said calmly and told her to sit. Kevin sat down but he was still breathing hard. How did he just escape all that crowd? How did Zephyr arrive just in time to save him from the paparazzi. He thought he was going to die. He was willing to let the ground open up and swallow him whole. He felt trapped. “Where's she?" He kept mumbling even as he stumbled into his living room and Zephyr helped him take his seat. “Why don't you calm down? Um sure everything will be okay." He proposed. But Kevin shook his head, “No, I have to find her," he mumbled. Zephyr sighed and patted him on the shoulders as he moved inside the kitchen, rummaged for a few minutes and reappeared with a glass of water, he sat across from him, a glass of water in hand, studying his friend. “You’re
Willow stood frozen outside the mental health center, her hands clenched into fists as she stared at the imposing building. This wasn’t how she’d imagined things going, not for Kevin, not for her. But there was no other choice. She had to help him escape from the toxic grasp of his family, even if it meant breaking her own heart in the process. His sister was dead. A sister that she didn't even know she had and this broke her heart. Monica was powerful. She did all she could to break her and make sure Kevin was under her control. The fake Hazel had a life. She was a girl who had no doubt gone astray but she didn't deserve to die like that. Tears welled up her eyes and she wiped it furiously. “Hello, is Kevin registered here?" She asked. The nurse nodded, “Who are you?" She asked. Willow was a little lost. What was she? Was she still his wife? Was the dead Hazel his wife? It was all so complicated and she couldn't tell the nurse anything. “I'm a family member, I heard he's be
Willow froze. Her eyes widened and she couldn't believe what Monica had just said. “Oh, I see you didn't think of that, did you?" Monica laughed. Willow looked at the door where the fake Hazel had just walked through and then back at Monica. “What?!" She was stunned. She couldn't feel her feet. “Can't you see the resemblance? Doesn't she look like your duplicate?" Willow was shocked. The fake Hazel was her sister? How did Monica find her? “How?" Willow said breathlessly. Madame Monica’s lips curled into a smile as she stared at Willow. “You know, it’s almost poetic, isn’t it?” she said, her voice filled with mockery. “You and Hazel’s imposter are twins. Duplicates of the real Hazel. Isn’t fate just deliciously cruel?” Willow froze, her breath catching in her throat. “Twins?” she whispered, the word barely audible. “Yes, darling. You heard what I said,” she rolled her eyes. Willow was speechless, she stumbled back and clutched the edge of the table in shock. “Yes, she's yo
"Finally," the woman said, her voice smooth but rich with a thick British accent. “I don’t have to pretend anymore.” The words left everyone stunned. This girl wasn't Hazel. She sounded entirely different and the accent couldn't possibly belong to Hazel because Hazel wasn't British, she was born and bred in the states. “This is such a relief, I must say," the girl sighed and reached up, pulling the wig from her head. Red hair tumbled free, cascading down her shoulders. Her face was nearly identical to the real Hazel, but now, without the blonde wig and with the accent, the differences became more pronounced. Kevin stared at her. “What the hell is this?” he demanded, his voice trembling. The imposter smiled and shrugged. “Oh, Kevin, don’t look so surprised,” she said, her British getting even more obvious with each word. “I'm sure you would have eventually noticed how much I struggled to keep that fake accent.” “You…” Kevin took a step forward, his fists clenched at his sid
The dining room was quiet as Hazel looked at Willow quizzically. “Question?" Monica asked and looked between them tensely. What was she talking about? Willow took a step forward, her eyes boring into Hazel. “I have a question for you,” she repeated. Hazel, seated at Kevin’s side, stiffened slightly but held her composure. She couldn't act shocked. And although she could hear the mischief in Willow's tone, she had to act calm. “What now, Willow?” she replied, feigning nonchalance, though her tone betrayed a trace of anxiety. Monica too was a little irritated. She'd tried to put Willow down all evening. Hoping that she'd take the hint and hide her face in shame. But now she was even calling more attention to herself. “Hazel, why don't you tell us," Willow tilted her head, her smirk widening. “What’s your middle name?” The room immediately went quiet. Hazel's eyes widened and her fingers tightened around the napkin on her lap, her lips parting slightly as though she wanted to spea
Kevin’s breathing was steady now, though his face was still pale as he sat in the living room, recovering from the earlier ordeal. Hazel could barely hold herself as she looked at him worriedly,His eyes, however, burned with anger as he turned to Willow, who stood near the door with her arms crossed. “Willow,” he began, his voice firm and filled with frustration, “what did you just do?!" Willow shrugged but said nothing as she folded her arms and glared at him. “What you did was reckless, dangerous, and completely unacceptable. Don’t you ever try something like that again!” Willow didn’t flinch. Instead, she met his gaze with a calm defiance, her tone cool. “You don’t get to tell me what to do, Kevin. As long as I’m in this house, I’ll do whatever I want.” Kevin’s jaw clenched. “You’re not in charge here. You could’ve killed me!” She stepped closer, her voice sharp and unwavering. “But I didn’t. I was just proving to you that you're in danger with a woman who doesn't even
Hazel looked displeased at her efforts. “You didn't have to cook, I can make breakfast in my own home," she hissed. Willow put on an innocent face and shrugged, “I didn't mean to upset you, I was only trying to help." Hazel stared at Willow for a few seconds, just glaring at her without saying a word. She thought that Willow must really be desperate to please Kevin and herself so she can stay. “I guess you might as well be useful if you're going to stay here,” she sighed and looked at the food, as if inspecting it. Willow finally smiled and sat across from Kevin and Hazel, a slight smirk playing on her lips as she toyed with her fork. “Do you like it, Hazel?" Willow asked with a sweet smile that didn't reach her eyes. Hazel scoffed. “Do you enjoy making things uncomfortable, Willow? Or is it just second nature to you?” Willow didn’t look up. “Oh, I wouldn’t dream of making anyone uncomfortable. I’m just enjoying breakfast.” Her tone was sweet, but the sarcasm was impossible t
Hazel’s eyes narrowed as Willow stood defiantly.The priest looked a little confused because never in a long time had he seen any opposition against marriage in his cathedral. “What?" He asked, a little stunned. People in the crowd gasped and looked at Willow strangely, some turning to stare at Hazel with questioning eyes but she quickly composed herself, forcing a tight smile. “You have something against this union?" He asked, surprised. Willow turned around and faced the crowd with a sly smile. “I just realized something,” she said sweetly. “I almost forgot to wish you a happy birthday, Hazel.” Everyone looked surprised and then a few clapped nervously. Most were wondering if this was why she'd interrupted the marriage. “I mean, you must feel very lucky, getting married on your special day. Isn’t that something to celebrate?” The words were polite on the surface, but it was a subtle reminder that she wasn’t going anywhere without a fight. Hazel blinked, momentarily thrown
Therapy had been the solution Willow had agreed to weigh Kevin. But now, she couldn't get him to come along. Hazel had gotten so far with her manipulation that Kevin only did what she wanted. That afternoon, Willow sat in the dimly lit office of Kevin's therapist. The doctor had prescribed his drugs but still, he wasn't getting any better. He still walked around like a zombie, not knowing exactly what was happening around him. “He couldn't make the visit?" The therapist asked as he looked down his glasses at Willow. “No, I have tried everything I could. He won't leave the house with me." Willow replied. But she knew quite well it was because of Hazel's influence. The therapist sighed heavily and nodded, “How's he doing?" “He’s been acting so… distant,” Willow began, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s like he’s there, but he’s not really there. He barely looks at me, and when he does, it’s like he’s trying to push me away. I don’t know what to do anymore.” The therapist n