He let out a deep sigh, his hands tightening around her soft hips."It's nothing," he muttered, but the look in his eyes betrayed his words.She paused, her movements freezing as she carefully studied his face."You're not being honest," she asserted. "Something is troubling you. Is it about Gilbert?"His gaze hardened, and he averted his eyes."No, it's not about him.""Then what is it, Jean? Am I meant to be your solace? Should I kiss away your pain?" she whispered softly, her hand reaching out to stroke his hair."It's... us," he hesitated.She blinked, taken aback."Us?""Yes,""I... I want to possess you entirely, Alexa. Not just your body. I yearn to legally claim you through marriage. I desire your heart, your love, and even your soul."Her heart skipped a beat, and she stared at him, rendered speechless."But... I'm just...""Just a sex worker?" he finished for her, a bitter smile tugging at his lips."Does that mean you cannot be owned?""I... I am not a pet or a slave to be
As night fell, Jean locked himself in his room, pen poised over a blank canvas. With eerie anticipation, he created a bone-chilling sketch. In his creation, two Alexas were depicted side by side.One version of Alexa had a soft and innocent look with pastel colors. This was Gilbert's longing, captivated by her gentle charm. In contrast, another Alexa, dressed in bold red and black. Jean was drawn to this one, a woman he "created" to be his.But in a twisted turn reminiscent of a Stephen King story, the 'cute mode' Alexa was headless, her decapitated head in her hands. Jean purposely depicted this to symbolize his rejection of Gilbert's version of Alexa. In Jean's mind, Gilbert's Alexa was as good as dead. She was nothing more than an illusion, a phantom that failed to capture the true essence of the real Alexa. Through this horrifying image, Jean sent a chilling message to Gilbert: the Alexa he yearned for was just a fantasy, and fantasies had no place in harsh reality.He silently na
"I'd like to stay here, baby," Jean said with a longing look in his eyes as if he didn't want their special intimate moment in the bathtub wasted."Okay then," she replied. "Let's carry on."He gently ran his hands along her waist, tracing the curves of her skin. A rush of excitement coursed through her as his fingertips playfully teased her nipples. She let out a soft moan, pressing herself closer to him, consumed by desire.He kissed her again, his lips pressing against hers with a heightened passion. With a gentle yet firm movement, he pushed her against the cool wall of the bathtub, their bodies embraced by the cascading water droplets.His hand slid lower, rubbing her pussy. Alexa gasped, her eyes widening in surprise as his fingers tried to penetrate her."I also want to play with you using my finger, baby," he whispered.He slipped his fingers inside her. Alexa was taken aback, her breath catching in her throat, while he flashed a mischievous grin."You're soaking wet, my lady.
Upon her arrival at her mother's place, Alexa was immediately ushered inside by Mrs. Larossa, her mother's excitement palpable."Alexa, darling," Mrs. Larossa cooed, her eyes twinkling with anticipation."I've got the perfect dress for you."Alexa's heart sank at her mother's words. She knew what was coming. She always hated how her mother even choose what clothes she should wear.Before she could voice her protest, her mother whisked her off to the dressing room, presenting her with a gown that could have been straight out of an Edwardian period drama. The red dress for an aristocrat or noble lady, where the hell does her mother get that dress, Alexa tought. Its delicate lace and intricate beadwork were an undeniable testament to its extravagance.Alexa recoiled, her distaste evident. "Mom, where did you get this dress? this is too much. If I wear this, I will look like a 9-year-old girl attending a birthday party." she objected.Mrs. Larossa dismissed her protest with a wave of her
Before Alexa could even consider making a run for it, a regal figure descended upon them. Victoria Gardier, the matriarch of the Gardier family, was a vision of grandeur and elegance. She looked at Alexa's mother then at Alexa up and down, her gaze as sharp as the diamonds she was draped in. Her posture was regal, her aura dominant, and her diamond-encrusted necklace was a testament to their family's wealth."Good afternoon, Mrs. Larossa and daughter...""Good afternoon, Lady Victoria.""I am Victoria Gardier, the mother of three Gardier siblings, Gilbert, Jean, and Jessica." she introduced herself to Alexa, her voice smooth as silk, her smile as polished as the diamonds she wore."And this young lady must be...?""Ah, Lady Victoria, this is my daughter, Alexa," her mother interjected, pushing Alexa gently forward. She gave Alexa a reassuring squeeze on her shoulder, but it did little to quell her panic."Oh God," Victoria echoed, her eyes taking in Alexa's stunned expression. "What a
Just as Gilbert and Alexa pulled away from their kiss, they noticed a figure stepping out from far and standing before them. It was Jean, his face as rigid as a marble statue.Alexa's heart skipped a beat."Jean?" she gasped, her voice barely a whisper.Her mind was racing, a million questions popping into her head. Had he seen her kiss Gilbert? What the hell is this party about?Gilbert, on the other hand, was smirking. "Well, well, well, if it isn't my dear brother," he said, his voice dripping with amusement.Jean's eyes narrowed at Gilbert's tone. He was seething with anger, but he managed to keep his voice calm. "Brother," he said, his voice stiff."What a pleasant surprise. Come meet Alexa, Jean." Gilbert's smirk widened."I don't know Lady Larossa are invited in this mysterious garden party that even me the host don't know why it held at the first place.""I am not a lady." Alexa said. "Anyway, such an honor to meet you, Lord Jean." The situation was so absurd, so utterly ridi
Just as Alexa were trying to control her tears, a chilling presence approached them. It was none other than Dionysus, or Dio as he liked to be called, the cousin of Jean and Gilbert.Dio, even in his edwardian era dark blue 'costume' was still a striking figure, with piercing green eyes and white hair still untied wildly, made him look like a vampire. Alexa never loses an awe seeing his facial feature almost mirrored Gilbert's. His usually icy demeanor had a strange warmth when it came to Alexa. They had met earlier in the night of the bloody Reverie Dinner party and had quickly formed an unlikely friendship."Lord Dio," Lady Renata greeted him, trying to hide the quiver in her voice.Dio was known for his cold demeanor, and even the composed Lady Renata couldn't disguise his intimidation."Looks like someone let the cat out of the bag," Dio said, his voice cool, but a mischievous glint in his eye."That was supposed to be a surprise, Renata."Before Lady Renata could retort, Dio turn
As the minutes ticked away, a hush fell over the party. Gilbert Gardier, looking as dashing as ever, stepped onto the gazebo. The soft glow of the fairy lights illuminated his face as he looked out at the sea of expectant faces. As Alexa made her way towards Gilbert, she could feel the weight of everyone's eyes on her. Yet, one pair of eyes seemed to burn into her more than others - Jean's. His face was a mask of shock and disbelief, his eyes wide."What the hell is going on here." He thought."Gilbert," Alexa managed to say, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her."My lady Alexa," Gilbert returned, his smile charming as always."I am not a lady."He extended his hand to her, ignored her, and she took it, stepping onto the gazebo beside him.Gilbert got down on one knee, his voice echoing in the silent night, "Alexa, will you marry me?"The crowd held their breath as they awaited Alexa's response. Her gaze flitted from Gilbert to the crowd, finally landing on Jean. His face
Madam Victoria arrived at the same time Alexa was peering out of a window. Alexa notices her and then bows down to her."Alexa, my darling, where did my son disappear to in this middle of the night?" Her voice was a combination of worry and command for her to answer immediately.Alexa traced the choker, reflecting light, and its brightness stood out against her look of bewilderment.“I... I do not know; he left without saying anything,” she answered.Madame Victoria’s eyes slightly narrowed, a trace of disappointment crossing her face. “It’s so unusual of him to act this recklessly. Gilbert is always difficult, but he isn't Jean, who loves women and nightlife,” she noted, her eyes then settling on the choker that hung around Alexa's neck."That choker... that choker is one of our best items and it was very expensive."Alexa’s hand subconsciously touched the diamonds around her neck. “My lord Gilbert gave it to me,” she said, quietly mulling over the night’s occurrences.Madam Victoria
Gilbert stood firm and tall. His eyes straightly meet Dio's eyes. The blue eyes of him and the green eyes of Dio were staring at each other, forming a silent war between the two smartest men in Gardier's family line. The crazy thing is, they have the same height and almost the same face. Dio were just a little bit paler. And now his face is more pale due to Gilbert's 'I know what you did' words."So many things have been happening in this mansion recently." Gilbert continued, "Thus, from the murder of my father up to the death of the servant, There is a murderous game, I know. And I know you are involved."Even Dio, who was rarely unsettled by anything, felt a twinge of disquiet. He studied Gilbert, observing the chilly gaze fixed in his blue eyes. Gilbert showed no fear; he was too calm to be true."You..." Gilbert went on, his voice still monotone, "you've been uncommonly near Alexa during this whole time. A tad too close for comfort."Dionysus was about to answer, but Gilbert inter
Jean's gaze lingered on the earring Dionysus held between his fingers, a sense of recognition slowly dawning on him. "I know this earring," he said abruptly "I gave it to Renata for her 26th birthday." Alexa's breath hitched, the cold realization setting into her bones. "How could it be possible if she were after me?" Gilbert turned to Jean with a questioning look. "Are you certain it's Renata's?"Jean nodded without hesitation. "Absolutely. I remember because it was a custom design." With that confirmation, Gilbert's expression shifted to something dark, something dangerous. While holding Alexa's hand, he walked out of the bedroom to the commotion in the hallway. Then he turned to Renata, who was trying to blend into the background, now getting pale and terrified as Gilbert's murderous gaze was piercing through her doe eyes. His smile at her was cold, devoid of any warmth—a predator's grin."My lady Renata," he called out, his tone deceptively soft.Jean, who followed them behind,
Jean and Gilbert came to the door of Alexa’s bedroom holding their breath as they approached it steps from walls in which evil stuck inches away from her ribcages. The door opened, and it was possible to see the bed with its blanket soaked in dark crimson stains."Blood..." Jean said.Jean’s instinct yelled at him to run across the room and pull a bloody blanket, trying to see what sort of horror was hiding underneath it. But Gilbert held his arm tightly out of fear.“Tell me if all is well with her in this,” sobbed Gilbert, his voice a whimper of breath through the constriction that blocked him. His face had become ashen and colorless; it looked like blood was draining out of him like he was sucked dry by vampire-like fear for Alexa’s safety. Her death will hurt him the most than he even couldn’t look."I... I had never seen someone so vulnerable like this. He is usually excited to see blood. Well, he loved to see blood, but not the blood of someone so dear to him." Jean thought befo
Lady Renata tiptoed towards the bed, holding firmly onto her dagger with every soundless step. It was heavy with the weight of her purpose in that room. She crawled towards the edge of the bed and stood over this figure which was under a blanket. She spoke out in a rage “I trusted you, and you betrayed me? How could a wench like you dare to hurt a lady like me.” Her voice was trembling.Wasting no time Renata lifted the dagger high. She snarled “You deserved to die, bitch. The appropriate punishment for a commoner who betrays his queen is death.” and came down on her with the blade. It went through the blanket where the girl’s body lay. The dagger stabbed her once, then twice, then several times. Each thrust was pierced accompanied by an outburst of her rage and vengeance. “You destroyed my relationship with Jean! You have to die. Die most painfully. Die. Die. Die.”Renata’s breakdown had a soundtrack of muted thuds as the fabric absorbed blows. “You knife me in the back, you tricked
"Yeah, it's time to escape. Jean wanted someone who makes all his dirtiest fantasies come true. Gilbert wanted someone who would make all his dreamy true love fantasy come true. I have made them both happy until I don't know who I am anymore. Maybe I am no one. I have to end this lame life."Trembling, Alexa grabbed the long dress in her open closet. The color is deep blue, Alexa's favorite color. The dress was given by Do Sangmin, probably the only man she could love purely and truly. She now remembered the love in his eyes as she also remembered the day those monsters beheaded him in front of her eyes."I miss him so badly. But I will meet him soon."Holding the material tightly, she began wrapping it around a strong wooden beam above her. Her hands were shaking from fear of the pain of getting choked to death. "They said death is painful, but remember, Alexa, you are afraid of the pain, not the death itself. Death was just an endless sleep without a dream. Peaceful and beautiful s
Jean's arms wrapped around Alexa from behind, giving her warmth against the cold doubts that had taken hold in her heart. He whispered softly, "Come back to me, my love." His voice had a small order with some desperation in it. It felt like the whole world was just that hug, and her back against his heartbeat.Alexa said, "I... can't, really. Our relationship is a disaster... and this baby is an apocalypse to your family," her voice shaking. "I don't know what to do," she said again, with each word getting more broken than before. "It's alright. I will do everything to protect you. I will... I will sacrifice anything for the sake of your happiness. I will die for you if I have to."He turned Alexa around and slowly made her look towards him. His eyes looked deeply into hers, searching for a sign that she felt the same way with him. But Alexa, caught up in the storm of her thoughts, could only shake her head. Her big eyes showed the confusion she was feeling inside herself. She tried
Alexa stood on the brink of her life-changing decision when a sudden grip on her arm startled her. She turned around, her heart racing, half-expecting to see Gilbert's in his angry eyes. Instead, Jean's concerned gaze met her, leaving her momentarily speechless. His grip held firm, yet gentle, displaying genuine disappointment in his expression. "Alexa," he said calmly."Je... Jean. What are you doing here?""You... You are pregnant, right? And I am the father."*****Last night,After Gilbert left his room, another visitor opened Jean's bedroom door once more, and Dionysus, also known as Dio, stepped in, commanding attention with his presence. "Still alive, I see." Dio began with his creepy-villain-like voice. Jean, who had been staring at the ceiling, turned toward Dio. "Barely," He replied. The word heavy with the remnants of his earlier anger and the alcohol that still coursed through him. Dio pulled up a chair and sat down. His eyes looked serious. "You know, you have every
In the dim lights of a local dive, Jean slouched at the bar, his messy clothes standing out against the polished Gardier lineage image. Each gulp washed away the pain of Renata's second betrayal, but with every shot, his sobriety faded, replaced by raw, unfiltered anguish. Hours later, a drunk Jean stumbled into the grand entrance of the Gardier estate, swaying and casting a stark shadow against the lavish backdrop. The ever-watchful servants rushed to Jean's side, supporting his unsteady steps with their arms.It is currently 3 AM.Gilbert and Alexa were just hanging out in the living room with the rest of the fam. They all waiting for Jean to return. He disappeared and that was making everyone worry. Now, they all turned their attention to the servants who were carrying the drunk Jean. Gilbert squinted his eyes as he watched his brother's sorry state. "Dear Alexa," he whispered to Alexa. "do you mind if I tag along with the servants?"In his bedroom, the servants placed Jean on his