It feels like everything that has been holding Greg shatters to the ground, even the gun almost slips out of his grip. Angus sees the confusion on his face and he lets out a hearty laugh, even giving his knee a smart. "It looks like you don't like this plan of mine, Greg." Angus mocks. "What do you say?" "How about I shoot you, wouldn't that be better?" Greg scoffs. "But you will be fucked, can't you see?" Angus taunts. "Maybe I would be dead, maybe I would be left with an injury, but you will be going to jail and the whole world will know what you did." It's the truth, Greg can't even pretend that Angus is lying right now. He is boiling with so much rage, that he just wants to beat the hell out of Angus. He wants to leave him with a broken jaw so that his mouth will have to be wired shut. Even though those thoughts are just sweet fantasies in his head, he can't help but keep calm. Angus won't hesitate to go on with his threat. So, against his will, he is forced to listen to A
Joanna crosses her legs in the cab as the driver drives past cars on the road. She takes out her lipstick and applies another layer to her always-heavy lips because that's what a whore would do. She is trying to be the whoriest whore today, she probably wants the guy to fuck her too, but she hopes that she gets something good out of this. As she leans forward to get a clearer glimpse of herself in the mirror as she works on her lips, she notices that the cab driver keeps looking at her through the mirror. She notices that his eyes weren't really on hers, they were slightly angled down, looking down at her breasts. "Um, can I help you?" She asks. He clears his throat and keeps his eyes on the road. "The bar is pretty popular, huh? Are you going there to meet someone?" "I don't know why we are supposed to talk about that." She snorts. "But what do you do, miss? Where do you work?" "Erm, mind your business limited, what's the damn problem?" She snaps at him. Since she has shown
Christian calls a taxi for them and within a few minutes, a yellow car pulls up. He gets the door for her and both of them get into the taxi. She is pretty heavy-headed because of that one drink that she had, she doesn't have to pretend that she is drunk. Christian is very gentle and protective, he places his hand on her knee as the driver drives away. She keeps her eyes on the lights that are shining from the street light, her head is resting against his shoulder. "King George Street," Christian tells the driver. "That's going to cost you eighty." The driver looks back at them through the mirror. "Yeah, hurry," Christian says. She feels that he looks at her face, she can tell even though her eyes are shut. After driving for a few minutes, the cab comes to a stop. He touches the side of her face with her hand as calmly as he can. "Joanna? We are here." She raises her head and tries to open her eyes. He pays the driver and helps her out of the car, they are standing right
Ashley's head is pulsating, she feels dizzy and she feels that if she dares to lift her leg off the ground, she is going to fall. But she also knows that Quinton is going to be back any moment now, she has to continue with her plan. She winces as she attempts to open her eyes, they feel heavy, like bags of cement. She stands up to her feet, and with the aid of the walls, she slowly starts to make her way down the stairs. It's a miracle that she doesn't fall down, or lose consciousness. She sits down on the last step of the stairs, her phone in her hand. She hears Quinton's car pull him, she is relieved that he is here already. The door opens and he comes into the house. She hears him stop in his tracks in confusion, he has seen her blood-covered face. "Jesus Christ, Ashley, are you okay?" He asks. She opens her eyes and sees her worried he looks, but she is not fooled. He tries to come closer to her, but she stops him. "Stay where you are, Quinton." She stops him. "What h
The next few days send Ashley straight into the newspapers' front page and she is also on the television. "Narcissist wealthy man abuses his middle-class wife. How long can the rich oppress the poor?" Of course, everyone gets angry, they want justice for poor Ashley who got her beautiful face smashed into the mirror. Thankfully, the doctors and modern-day medicine were able to save her face. It's all over the place, every talk show is talking about it, and feminists are fighting for her too. Ashley turns into a celebrity overnight. Top lawyers are working for her for free and also, and one of the best dermatologists has taken care of her face. The result is a beautiful skin that looks like that of a newborn baby. Quinton has been found and arrested. His family lawyers and hers have come to a settlement at the end of their marriage. He is going to pay her some more money, but prison is inevitable for him. Ashley has been discharged from the hospital and her face has healed pre
Angus is done with his day's work. He met with Lorenzo because his grandfather had insisted on carrying him along, visiting his mother, running some office errands for his boss, and all other things. Now, he is exhausted, he has closed all the doors and wants to just go to sleep. After a cool bath and a warm dinner, he has gotten himself into bed. He has hardly shut his eyes when he hears the clearing ringing of the doorbell. He assumes a sitting position and immediately turns on the lamp beside him. It's almost midnight, why would anyone be at his door by this time of the night?Maybe it's just his tired mind playing tricks on him. Perhaps it was just the wind imitating the doorbell. He turns off the light and lays back down. He doesn't have time for this, he has a long day tomorrow. He has just shut his eyes and gotten comfortable in the bed when he hears the hell ring again. "Oh, for fuck sake." He rubs his eyes. If it's one of the neighbors bringing cake to the "real" own
Matilda feels anger turning everything in her into liquid, she has never felt rage flowing like this in her. Everything she has ever saved her work in, everything she has ever worked for, they now lay destroyed in the tub. She tries to save them, but that is when she notices that Greg has taken his time to crush them before dunking them into the water. She lets out a scream of frustration. She has a meeting in a few minutes and all she has prepared for, it's all gone. She wants to cry, but tears aren't coming, she doesn't even know how to describe the emotions that she is feeling right now. She feels her hands still shaking when she grabs the only device that wasn't destroyed, her phone. She checks all the documents and he has to wipe them clean. Her emails are blank, Greg has destroyed her life completely. She feels numb and clueless. She could walk right into the road and a car would crush her to death, but she won't even notice. I'm her confusion, the best thing she can do
Lorenzo is not trying to hide his disgust for Christian, he doesn't like the guy and he will never try to hide it. Joanna brings the cigarette close to her lips as she looks from one man to the other, she knows that this is going to be interesting. Lorenzo walks towards them, his eyes digging deep into Christian's eyes, the closer he gets. But the first thing he does is to raise Joanna's hand and inspect the cigarette that she is holding. "Smoking. Again." He gives her a look of displeasure. "What are you now? My fucking mother?" She hiss. He takes the cigarette out of her hand and drops it on the ground. He squashes it with the heel of his shoe, his eyes are still boring holes into Christian's face. "Good morning, boss." Christian smiles and offers his hand for a shake. "It's such a beautiful day, isn't it?" Lorenzo looks at the hand, but he doesn't take it. He instead turns to Joanna. "How do you know him?" He asks her. "We are friends." She answers. "Got a problem with