AnnaThe Howard home exuded opulence, a blend of modern luxury and classic elegance. I found myself surrounded by plush furnishings and high ceilings as I entered the grand dining room, adorned with crystal chandeliers. The aroma of a lavish meal filled the air."Welcome to our humble abode, Annabella," Davis greeted, his tone masking any hint of discord. The table was set impeccably, a stark contrast to my usual modest lifestyle.I smiled in response, my eyes scanning the elaborate spread. My father, trying to maintain a composed demeanor, whispered an apology for the unfamiliarity of the setting.Mrs. Howard, a woman of refined tastes, observed me closely. The awkwardness was palpable as I, unused to such formalities, fumbled slightly with the cutlery. Mrs. Howard, attempting to conceal her disapproval, couldn't hide the slight tightening of her lips."Anna, dear, the fork goes on the left," Davis whispered discreetly, a flicker of amusement in his eyes."I-I knew that," I stammered
DavisI didn't know why I suggested this. Such closeness between her and me. The night air was cool, the moon casting a gentle glow on the landscape as our horses meandered towards a peaceful stream. The rhythmic sound of hooves and the soothing rustle of leaves created a tranquil melody, a stark contrast to the chaotic world we were part of.Reaching the stream, the horses bent down to drink, their movements graceful in the moonlight. I couldn't help but steal glances at Annabella, her silhouette illuminated by the soft glow. The night held a certain magic, and for a moment, I forgot that I did not want to care about her or the problems that surrounded us.Her hair was flowing in the wind. Her side profile is majestic.As we sat by the stream, gazing at the stars reflecting in the water, an impulsive idea struck me. "Want to dance?"Annabella's eyes widened in surprise. "Dance? Here?"I simply nodded. "Why not? It's a beautiful night, and I'm in the mood."She hesitated for a moment
AnnaMy hand shook as I looked for the lighter. The room was filled with the soothing fragrance of incense, a familiar ritual to honor Mum's memory. I lit the incense, the flame dancing before settling into a steady glow. As the room filled with the subtle aroma, my father entered, his eyes catching the flicker of sadness in mine."You seem upset, sweetheart," he observed, his tone gentle.I sighed, sinking into the chair. "My day was ruined. Mrs. Howard, she... I don't think she likes me much."My father chuckled a warm sound that carried a lifetime of understanding. "You never used to care about what people thought. Why now?"I looked away, the weight of the day settling on my shoulders. "I'm just doing this for Mum. It's important to her memory."He reached out, wrapping his arms around me, and kissed my forehead. "Always for Mum. But remember, you don't need to please everyone, especially if it compromises your happiness."I nestled into his embrace, finding comfort in his words.
0AnnaMy eyes widened, "Oh my goodness, it's not what you think. He drove me to work... oh goodness," I stammered, realizing the headlines must have painted a different picture.Davis leaned against the doorframe, a sly grin playing on his lips. "Well, the media seems to have a vivid imagination, doesn't it?"I sighed, feeling the need to explain myself. "Davis, it's a project for the fashion company. Josie and I were discussing strategies to boost its image. It's all about business."He arched an eyebrow, his gaze lingering on me in a way that sent shivers down my spine. "Business, huh?"The atmosphere between us shifted, a subtle tension hanging in the air. I tried to focus on the conversation at hand, but Davis's presence was undeniably distracting.After a moment of charged silence, he stepped closer, his voice low and intimate. "Annabella, you know you can tell me anything. What's really going on?"I hesitated, my resolve wavering under his intense gaze. "It's just a project, Da
21DavisI sat in the private room, the subtle hum of the coffee shop providing a backdrop to the conversation with the mysterious woman. She was an associate from the company I had just signed, a major player in the tech industry."I appreciate your partnership, Davis. This collaboration will undoubtedly elevate both our companies," she said, a confident smile gracing her features.I reciprocated the gesture, keeping my business demeanor intact. "The pleasure is mine. I believe in mutually beneficial alliances."As the conversation delved into business strategies and future plans, I couldn't help but glance towards the entrance, my mood tired, eyes tired. Only for me to see her come in with her friend. She was dressed in a black jacket with a dress within.Her hair was in a messy bun. She looked beautiful and classy. Her eyes met mine but she quickly turned away and moved on while whispering to her friend. The associate continued interrupting my thoughts, "Your approach is refresh
22Anna"You lied to him," Josie said as we sat in my office, surrounded by pictures of event centers for the upcoming fashion show.I looked at her, a hint of confusion clouding my expression. "What do you mean?"Josie sighed, dropping the iPad onto the table. "You lied. Seriously. It's not about him? You know for sure the reason you were affected at the cafe was because of the lady he was with."I reached for the bottle of water on the table, took a sip, and pursed my lips, squinting my eyes as I replied, "I am not... no, I was not affected. He's a womanizer, Josie. Known for his revolving door of relationships. Why would he stop now that he's married? Come on, Josie. He's Davis Howard. The perpetual bachelor. Everyone wants him."Josie shrugged, "He is not a bachelor anymore, and I believe he would not do something to hurt you."I couldn't help but laugh. "No, please tell me you have not been possessed. He would not do something to hurt me? Josie, come to your senses. This is Davis
23Anna"I see you are enjoying yourself," he said to me, amusement dancing in his eyes.Caught off guard, I stammered, "Davis, I didn't... I mean, I thought you wouldn't be home."He chuckled, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "Clearly, I came home at the right time."The music lingered in the air as an awkward silence settled between us. I hastily reached for my jacket, attempting to compose myself. "I didn't expect you to be back so soon."He leaned against the doorway, his gaze lingering on me. "Well, surprises happen. Apparently, I'm not the only one who can enjoy a little unexpected entertainment."I felt a flush of embarrassment, my cheeks warm as I tried to mask the unease. "I was just... letting loose, you know? It's been a stressful day."Davis arched an eyebrow, his eyes glinting with a playful curiosity. "Twerking and wine, the cure for stress?"I shrugged, attempting nonchalance. "Sometimes, you just need a break from the routine."He pushed himself off the doorway,
24AnnaI rushed through the white hallways of the hospital, the sterile environment a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions churning within me. My hands fidgeted nervously, the rhythmic sound of my footsteps echoing my anxiety."What has he done again?" I murmured to myself, the weight of past missteps haunting the present. I couldn't shake the fear that my father had delved into another bout of reckless behavior. I hoped against hope that it wasn't another borrowing spree to fuel a gambling addiction. I couldn't handle another debt from my father's end, especially not now.As I neared the reception desk, the tension in the air grew palpable. The nurse behind the counter looked up, her expression a mix of sympathy and formality."Mrs. Howard?" she inquired, confirming my identity.I nodded, my voice tight. "Yes. How is my father? What happened?"She hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "He's in critical condition. The police are here. They would like to speak with you."Dre
AnnaI stood under the warm water of the shower, allowing it to cleanse not only the physical dirt but also the emotional residue from what I had gone through. The water cascaded over my skin, creating a temporary place where I could release my pent-up emotions. I let myself cry, the tears merging with the running water, as if I could wash away the fear and helplessness I had felt. In the solitude of the bathroom, I faced the truth – Davis was on his way to confront Alex. That was the way he looked like, as of he was going to grab Alex by the throat and strangle him to death. I don't think he knew I know that he was in the mafia just yet because of the way he acted y telling me nothing. I wonder if I should tell him I know. My heart ached with gratitude and concern for him. The image of him leaving, his face determined and masked with a stoic expression, lingered in my mind. I couldn't shake off the worry, but I had to believe he would handle it. He always did. Like this marriag
31DavisInside the car, windows opened as Anna felt claustrophobic. She rested her head on the head rest and I watched her sleep. My hands were shaking as I picked up the blanket to cover her. She had lost some weight. I felt bad that I was not able to find her on time. That she had to find me before I found her. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. Anna was here, and she was safe now. As I pulled out of the barn's vicinity, I decided to make a call to Cameron, my trusted detective."Cameron," I said as he picked up, "I need information on an Alex, the one involved with Annabel's kidnapping. I don't have much to go on, but she mentioned the name. There is no surname so just find any Alex related to us or our business."Cameron sighed on the other end, "Alex is a common name, but give me a moment. I'll see what I can find."While waiting for Cameron to gather information, I glanced at Anna, her face serene in sleep. I felt a mix of relief and frustration, grappling with
AnnaCool shadows wash over my sweaty skin, disguising me as I moved through the corners of the abandoned warehouse courtyard. The night sky was beautiful, stars danced and twinkled. I could have loved to enjoy something like this, happily lie under the stars and let the night air cleanse my tired body and overworked muscles. But unfortunately that was not it. I needed to escape. I do not know how much time I had left before Hades would notice that I was taking too long in the bathroom or when an alarm would sound. I scanned my surroundings of any sign of Alex or his guards. There was none. I sighed in relief before moving through the darkness again. Frogs sing in the distance as my feet crunch the sand. I had no idea where I was or where I was going, so I just followed the lamplights that illuminated the pathway ahead. The ominous shadows seemed to play tricks on my senses, making every rustle of leaves or distant creak an unsettling echo.As I cautiously advanced, the distant h
AnnaHe was a psychopath. That's the only conclusion I could draw from the way he acts. Leaning on the table, cleaning his gun, all while I felt weak and disorientedThe room felt tight, I don't know what date or time it was. It felt like weeks though. I haven't seen the sun in a while, the only decency he had given me was to be able to use the bathroom but I was followed by one of his workers. A lady. There was no escape route though, just a right cubicle. The lady was strong muscular and always had a baton. I felt weak whenever I was with her. Weak and useless. My throat was parched, and my tongue felt dry. I muttered, "Thirsty. I am thirsty."Alex gave me a look then he mockingly laughed, his amusement evident, and he replied, "Sorry, darling, I can't hear you."I took deep breaths, gathering my strength. "I said I am thirsty."He looked at me with a twisted grin, saying, "Okay... so? You do know I won't give you anything until you accept my deal.""Why?" I croaked, my voice
DavisMy phone's persistent ring pierced through the atmosphere, interrupting the hug Marie. Irritated, I picked up the call, a curt "Who is this?" escaping my lips."It's me, Josie. I really need to speak to you. Can we meet up?" Josie's urgent voice pleaded from the other end, and for a moment, I hesitated. Thoughts of Annabel clouded my mind, but I steeled myself against the potential storm of emotions."If it's about Anna, I don't want to hear any explanation," I asserted, my tone firm, attempting to shield myself from potential heartache.I was ready to hang up but then she quickly said, "Please, just listen to me. I have proof, and I tell you, that person is not Anna," Josie's words cut through the uncertainty, freezing me in place."Really?" I asked, pushing Marie's hand away that was touching my face. "Really Davis. Please let's meet up. I will show you everything" "Okay," I replied after a moment, my voice colder than intended. "Where do you want us to meet?"Josie relayed
DavisI sat in my office, the bright daylight filtering through the windows, casting shadows across the room. My feet tapped incessantly on the floor as impatience gnawed at me. Anna had promised she'd come home last night, and I needed to clear the air between us. There were things that needed to be said, questions that begged for answers.And maybe tell her to stop involving herself in whatever she was doing and know why at least she had to involve herself in what she was doing. I glanced at my phone, frustration building as I tried calling her again, only to be met with the automated message that she wasn't reachable. Annoyance pulsed through me. Why say you're coming home and then disappear? Why leave me in this state of worry?Just as irritation crept in, my phone rang. I seized it, hoping to see Anna's name, but disappointment settled in when I saw it was Liam calling. I groaned and answered, "What is it?"Liam's voice carried a tone of urgency. "Have you seen what's trendin
AnnaHe didn't pick up. My best guess was he didn't want to talk to me. Which I understand.I looked down at my phone, I had left him 15 missed calls just to explain myself. But nothing.I was in a hotel room. Too scared to face Davis. To face those judgmental eyes before I could even explain.I didn't know why I cared about what he thought of me. I mean, I shouldn't, right? Still, I can't get over the fact that he might hate me more.To him, I was just a girl trying to save her mother's company, but he didn't know my secret or my other job. Now he does, and I have to face his tune.No one knows of my secret. Nor even my dad or my best friend. Just me. Now I am frightened to know the way Davis woikd act knowing that this was who I was. My phone buzzed, breaking the silence in the room. It was Davis calling. I hesitated before answering, unsure of what awaited me on the other end."Annabel, where are you?" His voice carried indifference. "I... I needed some space," I muttered, avoidi
AnnaI sat on my bed, my feet tapping anxiously on the floor. I found myself biting my fingers excessively, a nervous habit that betrayed the turmoil within. My father remained unconscious, his fate hanging in the balance, and the weight of the impending decision loomed over me.The fact that Davis had left without a word, perhaps without even seeing me, added another layer of complexity to the already tumultuous day. His absence resonated in the silence that enveloped the house, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the weight of the secrets I carried.The call I awaited would connect me to the clandestine world I had immersed myself in – a world of shadows and dangerous transactions. As I glanced at the clock, each passing moment heightened the tension, the unknowns of the impending mission casting a shadow over my already troubled marriage.In the solitude of my room, I grappled with the conflicting emotions – the sense of duty to my father and the clandestine life I led, against
24AnnaI rushed through the white hallways of the hospital, the sterile environment a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions churning within me. My hands fidgeted nervously, the rhythmic sound of my footsteps echoing my anxiety."What has he done again?" I murmured to myself, the weight of past missteps haunting the present. I couldn't shake the fear that my father had delved into another bout of reckless behavior. I hoped against hope that it wasn't another borrowing spree to fuel a gambling addiction. I couldn't handle another debt from my father's end, especially not now.As I neared the reception desk, the tension in the air grew palpable. The nurse behind the counter looked up, her expression a mix of sympathy and formality."Mrs. Howard?" she inquired, confirming my identity.I nodded, my voice tight. "Yes. How is my father? What happened?"She hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "He's in critical condition. The police are here. They would like to speak with you."Dre