After Bianca is gone, I try to forget all about her focus on having a beautiful last day at home but it seemsa lot of people are against it.Ryan stumbles inside the house in a rush and he takes long strides towards me when he sets his eyes uponme.“Go upstairs and go get dressed.” Ryan burst out.“Why?” I blankly ask him. I was in the middle of cleaning up the kitchen, I forced Beatrice to let me cooktoday.Ryan menacingly walks up to me. “This fucking ends today Ana, you promised your mother you weregoing to get Scarlett out of the cell and withdraw your case, it's been hours and you haven't left the houseyet.” Ryan yells and I turn my head to really look at him.“Exactly why I'm in a hurry to finish up what I was doing before you interrupted. I will leave as soon asI'm done what this.” I simply tell Ryan and man I didn't think his face could get any red. I've been tryingto avoid any sort of altercation with him this last weeks.“What's your deal with Scarlett anyway, she's n
“My mother?” I ask in confusion my eyes and the eyes of everyone else finding the ones of a shockedlooking Bianca.“why would you do this and then come back around forcing me to come down here?” I ask Bianca.Honestly I knew how insane she could get so nothing was really that surprising anymorez I was morepissed that my time was wasted.“Are you out of your mind girl? why would I do something like this, especially to my own daughter inlaw.” Bianca shoves her shoulder in defense. “Talk about speaking nonsense.” Bianca huffs at me.“What do you mean I pressed charges and started a case.” Bianca asks officer Ben in accusation.“Actually not you ma'am.” Officer Ben says and the whole of us continue to watch in confusion.“What the heck are you talking about officer?” Ryan interrupts.Officer Ben sighs trying to clear up the confusion while also looking confused.“Your mother under the name of Mitchell pressed charges.” I continue to look totally confused at thesituation.Bianca's face
I leave the station with a more heavy chest and burden than I went in with. I have no Idea what detectiveBen meant when he spoke about my mother. I would ask him next time at a more private setting to be surebut I couldn't afford to trust anyone else and for I all I know this could be one of Bianca's sick game totaunt me.I sit in the car waiting for Ryan to come get me out of here glumly looking like that was a crowd aboveme waiting to rain when my mind flashes back to Maxwell's eyes.I knew I was almost the splitting image of the devil in his eyes and I probably might not deserve it but Icouldn't help but feel terribly hurt and in pain that he did not bother about me this entire past weeks. I wasassaulted in his home, at his engagement dinner by his future wife, yet he would turn such a blind eye tomy plight.My subconsciousness argues with me in my own thoughts. He thinks I abandoned him at the hospital formonths, of course he would do the same now the tables are turned.Wh
“And then you thought to bring me food?” Ryan asks still in confusion and mild suspicion flashes through his eyes.“I also wanted to apologize for this afternoon.” I tell him very softly.Ryan's eyes flow through my attire and I see the look in his eyes change as he watches me like his prey.I pass him to set the tray of food on the bed. “Here's your dinner.” I tell him nervously scrubbing my sweaty palm on my nighties.“Why are you suddenly being so nice to me?” Ryan asks in doubt and I realize that I would need to take an alternative before this blows off in my face.I pull Ryan down to the bed in other to distract him, I sit very closely beside him.“I told you already, I just wanted to apologize for earlier.” I tell him, holding back my cringe at the shrill in my own voice.Ryan's seems a little pleased at my sudden submissiveness but his eyes still looks like his try to gauge the reason for my sudden need to approach him first for the first time.“Go on.” I gesture with my eyes g
I search through Ryan's room to find the contract documents. My eyes suddenly zoom in on a separatebox in the room. I hurry through the room to reach the box.I try the different bundle in my keys but none was able to open the small box in my arms.I huff frustrated at my situation, I leave the box to check Ryan's other drawers to find a single key in itand a smile applies on my face.I happily take the key out. “This must be it.” I whisper out.I fix the key into the box and watch breathlessly as I finally hear the soft click I having been hoping tohear.I quickly pull the lid of the box open to find only a few papers in it, unlike the other drawers, this wasmore organized and kept neatly. By just staring at it, you would know this has to be something veryimportant.I take the papers out and I try to go through it's content but nothing was making that much sense to meanymore.I try to understand what exactly I'm looking at in confusion.It clearly states here that Bianca and Ja
I turn to look at Ryan properly. It wasn't what he said, it was the way he said it. I really look at him, Ryanhad a dull look in his eyes. If I didn't think we were in the same house and I would have surely not if hesmoked, even occasionally, I would doubt his present level sanity was surely not from the result of anexternal substance.I have always known that Ryan was a lot of things, an arrogant, proud and entitled piece of shit, he was anabuser, physically, mentally and emotionally but he was also a victim at some point in his life before hebecame the exact monster that probably scared him at night. He probably doesn't even recognize what hehas become, he must have embraced it to be a part of himself.Ryan was also possessive and jealous but lately there has been a difference to him. He would mostlyignore my presence but whenever his focus was on me, whenever his spoke to me, his voice was highpitched, his fingers wringled beside him and they was a slight slur to his speech
I search through the numerous worth of a months replies for the one that belongs to Dominic Garcia’s personal assistant. I find it and gasp loudly, I was looking forward to a reply but I was not so sure it was going, especially with how out of reach the man and his assistant tended to be when I made a research of him. When I look into it properly, I see that a reminder email had also been sent and the surprise on my face expands. I could barely concentrate on Jersey's day dreaming. “And I left the juicy part for the last.” Jersey screeches as my eyes scan through the content of the email. “Guess what?” Jersey teasing sounding more excited by the increasing second. “I got a tip that Dominic Garcia is the country.” Jersey says and my head snaps up to stare at Jersey. “What?” I ask her. “It is unheard of and very unusual but he's barely ever in the country, he always prefers to remain in Italy or so I heard-” “Jersey,” I yell and it startles a carried away Jersey. “Before th
I watch in surprise as Milly walks into my office nervously, she observes my entire office, taking her time before her eyes land on me. “Milly.” I call standing from my chair. “What brings you here?” I ask her carefully knowing she was a very troubled and difficult teenager. “Are you here to get some jewelry?” I ask her and she quietly watches, from what little I know about her, Milly was no shy teenager but she tended to close off and go quiet whenever she was triggered. “No.” Milly tells me shaking her head slightly. I make eye contact with Jersey who was still standing at the door, watching our interaction. Jersey shrugs in a that's your problem, handle it yourself way and she goes out the door before I can suggest she intervenes. “Are you okay?” I ask the young girl in front of me. She looked like she has been forced to grow up so much faster than her eyes. Milly nods, she has been avoiding making eye contact with me more than necessary. “I uhh, wanted to ask if you w