But her mother didn't seem bothered by them. She very contentedly took Blair's hand and came to Mia's father's office while walking along that straight path. She was walking with so much confidence that no guard dared to ask her any question. “Henry Moretti, Chief Operating Officer,” she squinted her eyes and read his name before entering his office. She started talking to him very distinctly. Blair was surprised to see a fake smile on her mother's face.“Hi sir, I am Blair Anderson's mother," she held a warm smile on her face as she introduced herself. But Mr. Moretti fixed his gaze on the laptop that was open in front of him, showing no interest.“I heard about you from my daughter Blair, so I thought I'd meet,” not getting an answer, she fixed her hair with one hand and slowly started walking towards the moving chair. “Umm…. Blair has received a suspension letter from the school, so….”“One minute, Mrs. Anderson… Oops!!! My bad, I just forgot, now you are not Mrs. Anderson, but Ms.
[ Present][Gabriel Jose's house][3 am, morning]“Hey get up Patricia, hurry,” she quickly rubs her eyes at the voice. “What's up, Jennifer, is he here?”“No, no, look, she has unlocked her foot. That means she's going to run away,” Jennifer replied in a hushed tone.“Who has opened it? Who has the courage to run away from this prison?” Patricia asked in surprise at her courage.“That new girl who arrived last week,” Jennifer said with a frown.“You can't escape Calista , you will never be able to escape,” Patricia said with tears in her eyes. “They'll kill you, and no one would be able to know about us, about you. How you died, where you were buried.”“Hey girl!!! Open this lock and set me free too,” Aoife said loudly and grabbed Calista's hand and pulled her. Aoife uncomfortably moved her chained leg towards her. But Calista pushed her back forcefully due to which her head hit the ground. Masson never saw Aoife in real life but he saw her on the TV and she really changed a lot just
In the middle of the living room of the house, Ethan was lying unconscious and bleeding from the back of his head. “But I didn't hit him,” Masson inadvertently blurted out, “Then who hit him? Aoife? No, no, how can she do that? She was a victim herself, and she didn't even have the courage to fight against him.” Masson carefully turned Ethan over and closely examined his head wound. It was a very deep wound that was bleeding, as if someone had struck it with a heavy object. And the most surprising thing that shocked him was the angle of his wound. Looking at it, it seemed as if his hands were very expert in this work, as if he had done this many times.On the sound of a Police Siren, Masson straightened his body and stood a little far away. He could hear their shoes from inside. Some policemen gathered outside the house, while others entered. They held guns in their hands, their arms straight. These individuals walked quickly and approached the area where they were standing. "I repo
People said, "WHEN YOU OPEN THE DOOR FOR THE DEVIL, THE DEVIL CAME." It was true because she also opened that door for a devil. She was the one who brought that devil into her home. She saw her reflection in the broken mirror on the ground and laughed at her own reflection. A monster like herself laughed at herself. Her skin was pale, too pallid with bloodied scars on her forehead. Her face lost all its color; it now looked deathly thin. Her lips cracked, and blood dripped from the corners of her lips. Her hair looks greasy. She looked sickly.She turned around and looked out through the balcony of the third floor to see the night sky. And what did she see there? The brightest star of all. A shining star so close that when she closed her eyes, she could almost touch it. But when she opened her eyes again, it was already gone. It had moved further away than ever before, and there was no way she would find it again.At the sound of the alarm, she got up in a panic. Drops of sweat gliste
"Why did you arrive so late, Blair?" Evelyn's voice interrupted her thoughts, causing her to put her phone away."Yeah, I was late today. My eyes just refused to open early this morning," Blair replied, slightly amused."Well, now the boss will make sure your eyes are wide open," Evelyn warned her in a serious tone.Evelyn had been her good friend since they met four years ago. She was in her late twenties, with bright brown eyes and dark hair styled in soft curls around her face. Her smile was perfect. When they met on that first day, they clicked instantly. They shared much more than just a great sense of humor; their personalities meshed seamlessly. Blair often talked about her latest cake creations while Evelyn listened with a soft expression. They had similar tastes in music and movies, though Blair preferred indie over pop or hip-hop. They were equally passionate about books, which led Evelyn to share stories about her family's love for reading, even though she hadn't read much
[Flashback]"How long did you sit here in your dead mother's room, Charlotte? It had been a month since she died."She lifted her head upon hearing her father's voice, her eyes heavy with sorrow and weariness. The room remained untouched, adorned with her mother's possessions, as if it was trapped in a moment frozen in time. Once more, Charlotte turned her gaze towards her mother's photograph. Her mother's smile greeted her from the frame on her dresser, her eyes wide open and filled with joy, devoid of any trace of pain or sadness.As her lengthy blonde hair was neatly tied up in a bun, it exposed the pallid complexion of her face, which had faded with the passing years. However, even in that moment, her beauty remained captivating. Charlotte felt tears forming within her, and she had to restrain them from streaming down her face. A soft sigh escaped her lips, the only sound in the silent house."Now that you are eight months pregnant, you should not take too much stress in such a co
She exhaled deeply, trying to clear her mind before going into the flat. Knowing its digital lock, she punched in the code with ease, and the door opened. She closed the door behind her and paused to look around. The living room was dark, and the silence was deafening, making her thoughts race through her head.She looked at the open door to her bedroom, where she and Gabriel had once slept. She heard faint whispers coming from inside. A dim source of light appeared as a soft glow filtered through the half-open door. She moved stealthily toward the room, taking care to avoid making a sound. Disbelief overcame her as she looked through the small opening and saw what was happening.She saw her husband with another woman. They laughed at something while drinking and enjoying their so-called meetings. Charlotte felt disgusted, as if it were somehow her fault that they were together. Rage consumed every part of her body. Her hands trembled violently, and she felt hot tears fill her eyes. T
Charlotte was a middle-aged woman who still looked young despite her age. Her blond hair was tied in a neat bun at the back of her head. She had blue eyes that resembled the sky, just like her son's. The color of her skin contrasted with the paleness of her features, clear like an apple. She wore an elegant dress made of the finest material and embellished with gold thread. Several rings sparkled on each of her fingers in the light of her room. A single golden chain lay around her neck, resembling the sun, shining above her shoulder as it glowed and reflected the white ceiling of the room. She looked at the camera with a smile on her face, her blue eyes twinkling.As soon as the speech ended, Ms. Charlotte boldly picked up her bag and headed for her son's office, following the bright flashes from the cameras. He started his work there that day. She felt the importance of that moment as she made her way through the bustling crowd of reporters and photographers.Upon entering the office
In the middle of the living room of the house, Ethan was lying unconscious and bleeding from the back of his head. “But I didn't hit him,” Masson inadvertently blurted out, “Then who hit him? Aoife? No, no, how can she do that? She was a victim herself, and she didn't even have the courage to fight against him.” Masson carefully turned Ethan over and closely examined his head wound. It was a very deep wound that was bleeding, as if someone had struck it with a heavy object. And the most surprising thing that shocked him was the angle of his wound. Looking at it, it seemed as if his hands were very expert in this work, as if he had done this many times.On the sound of a Police Siren, Masson straightened his body and stood a little far away. He could hear their shoes from inside. Some policemen gathered outside the house, while others entered. They held guns in their hands, their arms straight. These individuals walked quickly and approached the area where they were standing. "I repo
[ Present][Gabriel Jose's house][3 am, morning]“Hey get up Patricia, hurry,” she quickly rubs her eyes at the voice. “What's up, Jennifer, is he here?”“No, no, look, she has unlocked her foot. That means she's going to run away,” Jennifer replied in a hushed tone.“Who has opened it? Who has the courage to run away from this prison?” Patricia asked in surprise at her courage.“That new girl who arrived last week,” Jennifer said with a frown.“You can't escape Calista , you will never be able to escape,” Patricia said with tears in her eyes. “They'll kill you, and no one would be able to know about us, about you. How you died, where you were buried.”“Hey girl!!! Open this lock and set me free too,” Aoife said loudly and grabbed Calista's hand and pulled her. Aoife uncomfortably moved her chained leg towards her. But Calista pushed her back forcefully due to which her head hit the ground. Masson never saw Aoife in real life but he saw her on the TV and she really changed a lot just
But her mother didn't seem bothered by them. She very contentedly took Blair's hand and came to Mia's father's office while walking along that straight path. She was walking with so much confidence that no guard dared to ask her any question. “Henry Moretti, Chief Operating Officer,” she squinted her eyes and read his name before entering his office. She started talking to him very distinctly. Blair was surprised to see a fake smile on her mother's face.“Hi sir, I am Blair Anderson's mother," she held a warm smile on her face as she introduced herself. But Mr. Moretti fixed his gaze on the laptop that was open in front of him, showing no interest.“I heard about you from my daughter Blair, so I thought I'd meet,” not getting an answer, she fixed her hair with one hand and slowly started walking towards the moving chair. “Umm…. Blair has received a suspension letter from the school, so….”“One minute, Mrs. Anderson… Oops!!! My bad, I just forgot, now you are not Mrs. Anderson, but Ms.
In a panic, Ms. Elizabeth stopped as she noticed her fall suddenly. Following Blair's gaze, she checked out the glass door and noticed a restaurant wherein her father changed into sitting with Kaylee and her mother, taking part in ice cream. They all looked so happy, just like a perfect happy family.Her father, who used to feed her lovingly making her sit on his lap, was now feeding Kaylee today. This father, for whom she fought all school today, disrespected Mia's parents and finally got suspended, is sitting here shoveling ice cream into Kaylee b*tch's mouth. Blair angrily picked up a stone and hit the glass, the sound of its breaking was heard by all. Her father quickly hid Kaylee in his arms and turned his neck to look outside.“Ass****bitch!!” Blair yelled at Kaylee and angrily stormed back to her mother.“Blair,” her father called her behind, but she ignored him.“Let's go, Blair, we won't stay here for a minute now,” her mother held her hand tightly and brought her back to the
[Silverleaf Elementary School]"We'll leave you alone when our fun is over. Until then, you'll have to get used to these things," Ava said menacingly. "So just give up already." Ava was always like this and that's why everyone feared her."What's going on here?" A loud shout was heard. Ava quickly let go of Blair's hair, leaned back and started crying.Blair looked back and her class teacher, Miss Celine, was standing and staring at her. "What's going on, Blair, why did you push Mia?""She was talking bad about my father, so I got angry," Blair said, staring at her."No, Miss Celine, she is lying. Mia just said it out of sympathy, but Blair pushed her back. And when I stopped her, she grabbed my hair too," Ava cried slyly."Why are you lying, Ava, you incited them against my family, and you said my Daddy found a new playmate," Blair tried to remind her and shook her head causing her ponytail wave left to right."Why would I lie, Blair? You're lying," Ava said, and Blair angrily grabbe
[Silverleaf Elementary School]As soon as Blair entered her class, she saw Sophia who was standing in a corner with her group and a few children from her class. As Blair came, her group or let's say Sophia's gang started looking at her with hatred. Sophia was aware of what was happening in Blair's house, and I don't know how.As they saw Blair, they started talking in each other's ears. "Look, class who's here, the kid with the broken family," Sophia said loudly, and everyone started laughing.Upon hearing their words, Blair experienced another emotional jolt, yet she calmly returned to her seat and sat down. Sophia, unable to contain herself, walked over to her desk and, laughing, climbed up onto it and said sarcastically, "How does it feel to have a father who can't stay loyal? Bet you're used to it by now."Tears welled up in Blair's eyes and she looked at her while crying, "Leave me alone, Sophia. You can never understand what I am going through right now.""Actually we understand
[Summer, 2008][1: 45 am, morning]Blair's eyes opened on the sound of a glass breaking, and she sat up. Her heart was pounding, and her breathing was shallow due to the sudden awakening from sleep. She could hear loud shouting voices coming from outside the room. It took her a while to recognize those voices.Without hesitation, she quickly got up from her bed and ran outside and saw that her mother was fighting with her father about something, and her 10-year-old mind was unable to understand what was going on. Everything was fine before she went to sleep. Her father had been in the room and her mother had come to bed after feeding Blair. Although they hadn't spoken to each other for over a month, but tonight is different."Mummy I'm scared," Blair said, placing her tiny hands on her mother's worried face.For a long time, she was not usually sleeping alone, but her mother said that she was now grown up and needed to change her habit. Despite her efforts, she continued to struggle a
Masson started taking steps prudently. He was at some distance when he noticed that the door of Thomas's car was open, and he went sitting inside Ethan's car. After that, his curiosity increased even more. Because Thomas said to him, "We're going to raise the curtains very soon."Then why did he choose to sit in his car? Reporting to him meant that Masson had to convey to Ethan whatever had happened at the casino because Thomas and Ethan wouldn't be able to meet in person. So what does that mean? He frowned as new questions began to arise in his mind one after another.It had only two meanings. Either there is something that Thomas wanted to tell Ethan directly, or Thomas has become.......suspicious......but.....when and how? Masson is perfectly disguised as Marcus. Then how did he know? And this wasn't the first time he had done it. Mimicking others was second nature to him.Masson was very cautiously walking towards their car to get a glimpse of what was going on inside. As the car
She quickly nodded and entered Bay 1. There, she saw her father lying unconscious, his face bruised and battered. Tubes and machines surrounded him, monitoring his vital signs. The sight was both heartbreaking and infuriating."Your father had been brought in earlier this evening, found unconscious on the street behind the bar. The police had been notified, but so far, there were no leads on who could have done this to him." As she arrived, someone informed her. Upon witnessing her father in such a condition, she was unaware of the presence of anyone else besides him. She lifted her gaze and spotted him.He had a calm and composed demeanor, appearing to be in his late 50s or early 60s, similar to her father's age, with neatly combed graying hair. His face displayed signs of worry and exhaustion, with faint lines etched around his eyes. He was dressed casually, wearing a plain, dark-colored shirt and a pair of jeans. His clothing seemed slightly disheveled, indicating that he had been