บททั้งหมดของ The Bucket List Of A Perfect Marriage: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 9

Chapter 2: Lilac I secure the chain lock on the shop's front door, making damn sure it's bolted tight. This part of the city isn't exactly a hotspot for late-night strolls. No, it's more like a breeding ground for those lowlife scumbags who think robbing innocent folks is a noble profession. Just take a look at the ransacked buildings scattered across this neighborhood. It's a haunting sight. I glance around, my eyes scouring the dimly lit streets. Damn, I hate walking these mean streets after dark. Thank the heavens, I don't spot any shady characters lurking about. Except for the occasional passersby, heads down and moving fast, there's nothing out of the ordinary. A fleeting moment of relief washes over me. Taking a deep breath, I let out a sigh of relief as I step onto the road, absentmindedly twirling my apartment key between my fingers. My place is just a couple of blocks away, so I figure I can hoof it. The sound of my footsteps echoes through the eerily quiet street, accom

Jett The emergency responders rush onto the scene, their uniforms a blur of neon amidst the chaos. With practiced efficiency, they administer first aid, swiftly stabilizing Lilac before carefully maneuvering her onto the stretcher. With synchronized movements, they load her into the waiting ambulance, the doors slamming shut with a sense of urgency. Relief floods over me as they reassure me of Lilac's condition. Her arm is broken, but her ribs remain intact, a small mercy in this situation. Though her head injury raises concerns, the paramedics assure me it's not severe, though they recommend further testing. Gratitude wells within me. "I'll follow you to the hospital," I inform the paramedic. Returning to my car, my eyes land on Amanda, who's engrossed in fixing her makeup. "What are you doing?" I exclaim, incredulous. While I'm consumed with worry for Lilac, our wedding planner, Amanda seems preoccupied with her appearance. "I have to look good in front of the camera. People wil

Jett The darkness envelops me like a suffocating shroud, closing in from all sides. I trudge through this bleak expanse, devoid of any glimmer of light or sign of escape. Time slips through my fingers in this damned place. Is this my own personal hell, a punishment for my sins? If so, I deserve it. Suddenly, a piercing sound cuts through the silence, assaulting my senses. I cover my ears instinctively, snapping awake and gasping for air. Reaching for my phone on the nightstand, I silence the blaring alarm. Good Lord, it's just my wake-up call. Running my fingers through my tangled hair, I try to shake off the lingering terror of the nightmare. These recurring nightmares have become increasingly frequent, plaguing me more than they did three months prior. It seems I may need to pay another visit to the therapist, an idea I dread. Who wants to enjoy the company of an old bat who believes she has a license to pry inside my brain? Sadly, she’s the best in the field and I have to do thi

Lilac I jolt as his shout electrifies every nerve in my body, causing an involuntary flinch. I'm utterly perplexed by his sudden fury, especially considering his days of indifference to my desperate pleas. His vice-like grip around my arm tightens, and a pained groan escapes my lips. "Let me go, damn it!" I hiss, the pain coursing through my arm. The skin around his fingers turns red. I press on, my voice dripping with bitterness, "What's it to you if I meet my death? You've never shown an ounce of concern for my well-being! So, if I'm destined to die, I'd rather embrace death in a car crash than be at the mercy of loan sharks, selling me off or dissecting my organs for profit!" Locked in an intense stare, our eyes become twin blades locked in combat. I stand my ground, refusing to back down. Fighting against his hold, I summon every ounce of strength and snaps, "Let go of me!" I seize his hand, desperately attempting to pry his fingers from mine. "Sir, the lady insists you releas