MARIAIt was the next day, just a day more to the impending doom. It was afternoon and I was really peckish. I crutched on the bed with my legs braced upwards and my right hand rested on my kneecap. My stomach growled with hunger. Since I returned, I found it very hard to vacate my room. I didn’t want to see anyone. I’d call it a life of desolation and chagrin. But at that juncture, I trusted that my intestines would have snipped if I didn’t get food. I stood up from the bed abruptly in my white tee and brown palazzo pants. My hair was scattered but I bothered less about it. I hastily left the room feeling extremely dizzy as though my head was about to fall down. I waltzed down the stairs and hoped that I wasn’t going to see Papà. He was the least person I wanted to see. I felt guilty around him while in the real sense, I was culpable of nothing. I finally entered the kitchen. My eyes met the wolf eyes of two men close to the entrance, one holding a bottle of water while the other f
John had returned to the mansion, preparing for a night out with Stephanie. As he laid his hand on the suit given to him by Stephanie, uncertainty tinged his thoughts. He pondered what the evening held in store, sensing it as a pivotal moment he couldn't afford to miss.As he gazed at the suit, memories flooded back, evoking a mix of emotions. The fabric beneath his fingers, a reminder of his affluent past, brought a bittersweet smile to his lips. The scent of the suit, faint but distinct, transported him to days of luxury and opulence, contrasting sharply with his current reality.Lost in reverie, John reminisced about the days when wealth and status defined his existence. Each crease in the fabric, each stitch meticulously placed, whispered stories of a life he once knew. The weight of the memories hung heavy in the air, a tangible reminder of the journey that had led him to this moment.With a resigned sigh, John emerged from his room, the anticipation of the evening ahead mingling
As John sat in silence beside Stephanie in the luxurious Rolls Royce, a whirlwind of questions churned in his mind, each one vying for attention. Yet, despite the cacophony of thoughts swirling within him, he couldn't bring himself to voice a single query to Steoahine. Instead, he remained a silent observer, his emotions a tumultuous storm raging beneath a calm exterior.As the car glided through the streets, memories of happier times flooded John's mind, memories of moments shared with Steoahine in this very car. He remembered the warmth of her touch and the sweetness of her kisses as they embarked on a romantic rendezvous at their favourite restaurants. Those moments had been special to him, filled with love and passion, but now they seemed like distant echoes of a bygone era. Life had a way of changing things, of extinguishing the flames of love and replacing them with the cold ashes of indifference.With each passing moment, John's heart grew heavier, his resentment towards Stephan
“You look so beautiful, Mrs. Stephanie Jeffrey,” Brad, one of the business tycoons in Connecticut, eulogized Stephanie.Clad in a white suit with white hair and a beard, Brad’s appearance perfectly complemented him. His words carried a genuine warmth, resonating with emotional depth.“Thank you, Brad,” Stephanie extended her hand with a broad smile on her face. Jeffrey, standing beside her, also greeted them warmly.As Brad’s gaze fell upon John, there was a subtle tension in the air. Brad and John had been business partners in the past. John stood nearby, holding Stephanie’s purse, his expression marked by a frown.Stephanie sensed the tension and broke the ice. “How is your wife, Brad?” She snapped her gaze onto Brad.“She’s very well. I wish she could be just half as good as you are,” Brad replied, his smile broadening.John’s eyes flickered with disbelief. “What a liar,” he muttered to himself. He observed Brad, who smiled as though speaking the truth. John knew Brad's views on wo
John pressed his ears against the door, his heart racing with anticipation of what would be said next. He could hear Jeffrey's voice, filled with apology, and wondered who could make him speak with such humility. It had to be someone stronger than Jeffrey, perhaps GB? John pondered various questions.“How dare you?” Another voice thundered, followed by a thud against the wall, heightening the tension. John glanced around, but there was no way to see what was happening inside.“I’m sorry, but being here is not safe. That’s why I tried to tell you not to come. It's too risky,” Jeffrey explained.John furrowed his brow in perplexity, pressing his ears harder against the door, trying to catch every word. “Risky? What could be risky?” he asked himself, feeling a sense of unease creeping in.“I don't care about risks. I am a risk taker, and you know that I take any kind of risk,” the unknown man declared, his tone exuding confidence and dominance.“I understand, but Gabriel, you have to und
"What are you asking?" John inquired, his brows lifted as he gazed at Stephanie.There was silence, only murmurs echoing faintly in the audience. All eyes were fixed on John and Stephanie. John's heart raced with various thoughts, pondering what Stephanie was driving at and what answer he would give her. If there was one thing he knew about Stephanie, it was that she was cunning, and she seemed determined to humiliate him at the event."Why did you lose your money, your business, and your birthright?" Stephanie's words landed like a bomb, a sly smile glowing on her lips. Her eyes sparkled as they met John's.John couldn't tear his eyes away from her. He stared coldly, his mind racing. His eyes flickered towards Miss B, who stood beside Stephanie, but she didn't give any signal. He was left to face the humiliation on his own. He licked his lips nervously, unsure of how to respond to Stephanie and what challenges she had already planned. John's heart sank as he realized the gravity of
“Yes, it has helped me,” John smiled coldly and bitterly while looking at Stephanie. He really wished he could have smashed her face with his hand just as he had imagined in his head, but then there was no way he could do that to her, at least not yet.He gritted his teeth while he watched her grin manically at him, a sense of triumph emanating from her smile. John’s eyes were blazing with anger. As much as he wanted to exert his revenge, he couldn’t at the moment; he needed more time. But each time he spent listening to and undergoing Stephanie’s tantrums, insults, and humiliations was killing.“You see, all this is a process to greatness,” Stephanie added as she turned to the audience and spread her hand wide with a smile plastered on her face.John felt a surge of frustration and helplessness as he listened to Stephanie’s words. He struggled to contain his emotions, feeling a mix of rage and resentment boiling inside him. Every fiber of his being longed to retaliate, to show her t
John was at a loss for words. He didn’t know how to respond to Jeffery. His mind was racing, and tension filled the air as they sat in silence, the minutes stretching between them.Clearing his throat, John put on a firm expression. "What do you mean? What are you talking about?" he asked, feigning ignorance to Jeffery’s question."Why are you pretending like you don’t know what I'm talking about? Stop the act already," Jeffery's voice was stern.It dawned on John that this was Jeffery’s and Gabriel’s plan all along. They must have noticed him eavesdropping and lured him out. He struggled to think of a way out of the situation. Gabriel was still in the car, and John hadn’t yet seen his face."I don’t understand what you’re talking about," John stood his ground, wanting to continue pretending he was clueless. As John spoke, he could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his palms sweating with nerves. He glanced around, taking in the dimly lit alley, the sound of distant traffic echoin