All Chapters of Fictitious Reality: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

She waited for the lights to turn on automatically, but when nothing happened, she called out to him, “Jurek!” there was no answer. The thudding of her heartbeat echoed in the empty hall. She started feeling suffocated. She knew she would die of fear if the light didn’t come back quickly. She had to do something so that she could hide her fear from Jurek. She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of scaring her.She sat on the floor and crossed her legs. She took deep breaths, focusing solely on the beautiful green eyes of R. Her h

“ No madam, As a part of the protocol, we must always keep our heads bowed unless ordered otherwise.”“ Ok, Naira. I never want you to keep your head bowed in front of me.”“ That would not be a very appropriate madam. Mr. Ben expects us to follow the protocols to the word.’“ But he is not here, and for now, you are my assistant. So you have to listen to me. My assistant Zora never behaved in this manner.”

Sia used the glassway to reach Zen enterprises. But as fate would have it, she saw Jay standing at the doorway.She had no patience to deal with him today. So, she decided to wait until he went away.  She called Yorick and asked him to meet her opposite Zen enterprises. When he arrived within minutes, she realized that she could rely on him.“ Hello madam, Why are you standing outside? You could have waited for me in your office.”He said, hiding his shock on seeing Sia outside with a smile

When Sia returned to Bennison’s Palace, she felt confident. She felt like she could sail through this storm with Zora and Yorick behind her back.She stepped into the hot shower to wash away the weariness of the day. Today’s day was tiring, yet she felt light and jubilant. “Seems like today is a lucky day…” She muttered, sitting on her bed with a thud, her feet dangling in the air. She hummed a tune as she thought about the day’s events. She had learned a lot about CID and Yorick. Tomorrow she could go and visit the weapon’s factory.

She felt the wind slap against her body as the pace she was falling accelerated by the minute. But she wasn’t scared. Why should she be? She could finally plead her love for forgiveness. Her movement was obstructed abruptly. She was prepared to go through the tremendous pain she would go through if she didn’t die instantly. But nothing happened. She didn’t feel her skull crack, her bones break, or any pain. Had she died instantly, saving herself from all the torture? But how was this possible? Puzzled by the lack of sensation, she opened her eyes. The tall tower extended endlessly before her.