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
It was becoming to get late by the head of shopping, when the dress part was settled and done, we opted to get other things just to extend the fun time we were having. I offer for Milly to come with me back to my store because I had just the perfect accessory that will go just right with her dress. I think of it as her going to prom instead of the marriage of the man that I am in love with. Milly blurted out by mistake that the theme of the wedding Scarlett choose was to be like an elegant ball like in the 70s and that is just another word for extravagant. We head to my store and I do not take too long to find the box containing the matching pair of accessory I was looking for. I hand it over to Milly and watch her pull it open. Milly gasps at the shine of the diamond hidden in the box and the she looks to me unsure. “Oh my gosh, are you sure?” Milly asks me still surprised. “This must cost a lot, I cannot possibly take it.” The tells me and I huff at her words. “Consider
The confusion on Ryan's face doesn't disappear even after Milly's explanation. The look on his face tells me that Milly is rarely ever really excited like this and that she has no friends often. Isabella watches on with annoyance written all over her face. Her child was happy, should that not be the conclusion of the matter, what she care if her child smiled at the very woman she probably hated the most, what should matter should be that her child was happily and freely smiling without anything holding her back. Isabella walks up to Milly, dragging her away from me like I was virus she needed to get her child away from. I refrain from openly rolling my eyes at her ridiculousness. “Goodnight Milly.” I smile at her turning to glance at Ryan, giving him enough hint to let go of my waist. I was busy having an entire eye contact conversation with Ryan, an aggressive one at that when the last voice I wanted to hear for today screeches at me. “Ana?” Bianca screeches, I heard her b
“I'm leaving.” I announce standing up to go, Scarlett races towards me in seconds and I watch her in scrutiny trying to figure out. I had expected her to drop the act by now but she was still desperately holding on to it. She has shown and said everything she needed me to know in this last hour I have listening to her speak on mute. If I didn't fully listen, atleast I heard the summary of it all. “The best part is yet to come Ana, it's your brothers wedding tomorrow, why are you in such a hurry.” Scarlett says sweetly, way too sweetly, that was the indication to know that she was definitely up to no good together with this much act she has put into getting under my skin. Unfortunately for her, I was too used to all of this to be affected by their games anymore. I was trying to save her marriage here. Even if Maxwell was no longer in love with me. Finding me pregnant with the same child I had told him I aborted would either out her wedding or hold or cause chaos through the
“I told you, I’m leaving,” I repeat, more firmly this time, and start heading for the door. Scarlett moves quickly, grabbing my arm.“Wait, Ana, please don’t go like this.” Her voice is drenched in sweetness, but I can see right through it. She’s trying to keep me here, but I won’t give her the satisfaction.I pull my arm free and take a deep breath, my patience wearing thin. “I need to rest,” I say again, this time with more finality. My heart races, not just from the confrontation but from the growing need to avoid Maxwell. I can’t let him see me like this. I don’t want him to know about the baby—not now, not ever.Scarlett smiles, but it’s laced with something cruel. “Are you sure you want to leave before your brother’s big day? You wouldn’t want to miss the wedding, would you?”I narrow my eyes at her. She knows exactly what she’s doing, pushing all the right buttons to make me stay. But I can’t, not when every second here is like a ticking time bomb. If Maxwell sees me, if he rea