Lena sat quietly, humming as her hands worked the wool in her lap, shaping it into delicate stitches. The rhythmic sound of knitting needles clicking together filled the room, a soft, comforting noise against the backdrop of a gentle breeze drifting in from the slightly open window. The distant chirping of birds outside was almost drowned out by the faint rustling of trees.She gazed out of the window as familiar figures came into view, footsteps crunching against the gravel pathway that wound through the garden.“Oh, it’s Mariam,” she muttered softly, her voice barely audible over the natural symphony. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she stood up, only to sit back down again. Her gaze lingered for a moment, following the figures outside with a mix of curiosity and affection.“She’s really taken a liking to Raul, hasn’t she?” Lena chuckled softly to herself. The way Mariam leaned into Raul, their heads close together in conversation, gave away their growing bond. The light
Anderson walked briskly down the hallway, his footsteps echoing off the cold, polished floors. The sound bounced back at him, amplifying the heavy silence of the mansion. His chest tightened with every step, his mind racing as the butler's lingering expression gnawed at him. The thought of someone so close harbouring doubts—or worse, secrets—made his blood boil.He reached his study and collapsed into the armchair, its leather creaking beneath his weight. Anderson pulled out his phone, his hands trembling. He scrolled through his contacts, his thumb pausing over the name he needed.The line rang twice before a cold, professional voice answered, “Yes, sir?”"I want a full background check on the butler," Anderson said, his voice clipped and direct. "Every detail. Leave nothing out."There was a brief pause on the other end, the agent clearly surprised by the sudden request. "Of course, sir. We’ll begin the investigation immediately. Is there anything specific you’d like us to focus on?
Anderson skimmed through the file, eyes glossing over the list of names and family ties. "Edward Victor... blah blah," he muttered, tossing the file onto the desk. "So, his name’s Edward." He leaned back, a dry chuckle escaping. "Maybe I’m just being paranoid."He tapped his fingers rhythmically on the desk, the faint patter a reminder of his own growing impatience. The room felt colder than usual, the silence pressing in from all sides. With a sigh, Anderson reached for his pen, scribbling a hefty sum onto a check. "Not my style, but it’ll do for now," he muttered under his breath, tugging at his tie, trying to loosen the suffocating knot. He glanced at the door, ensuring it was tightly shut. Lately, the butler had been hovering, his presence a persistent annoyance. Anderson had too many secrets to keep, and the last thing he needed was someone piecing together the wrong story.As if on cue, the door creaked open, and the butler stepped in, his footsteps too light for Anderson’s
The wind blew softly over the graveyard as the final grains of earth were poured over Amelia’s grave. A few mourners remained, scattered under the cloudy sky, but one figure stood out in the distance. Edward, the butler, stood silently with a bouquet of lilies in his hands. His gaze remained fixed on the grave, even as others began to leave.He stepped forward, laying the flowers gently on the freshly packed earth. His fingers brushed against the cold petals as he pulled out a small locket, glancing from it to Victor, who stood by the grave, lost in his own grief.“Master will soon be back home,” Edward murmured under his breath, his voice barely audible. His eyes softened, a rare moment of vulnerability washing over him. He kissed the petals and whispered, “I’m sorry, Amelia. I will protect our son from now on.” With that, he tucked the locket back into his coat and turned to leave, his footsteps slow and deliberate as he disappeared into the fog of mourners.Meanwhile, at the smalle
“Fifty per cent well-done, other fifty... booo!” Anderson’s spirit hissed, his form flickering between shadow and solid in front of Jacob’s face.Jacob recoiled, his fists clenched as he backed away, eyes wide with confusion. “Why are you still here?” he asked, his voice edged with frustration.Anderson’s spirit drifted closer, its presence suffocating, the air thick with menace. “Arrogant, aren’t you?” The words dripped with cold malice. “Is she dead?”Jacob tried to steady himself, his breath quickening. “You can’t just turn me into some... perfect killer.”Anderson’s spirit towered over him now, the temperature around Jacob dropping with every word. His voice became a chilling, unnatural whisper. “Kill her or be killed. DIE! KILL EVEL... OR YOU. SHOULD. DIE!” His voice cracked, growing more inhuman, the echoes rattling inside Jacob’s mind like the chains of a nightmare he couldn’t escape.Jacob clutched his head, his thoughts spiralling out of control. “Arrrggh!” he screamed, his v
“Today’s the last day of your check-up, yeah?” Victor asked Raul, pacing back and forth, his eyes flicking toward Raul’s arm.Raul, casual as ever, swung the arm Victor had once shot in a wide arc, flexing his muscles slightly. “Yep, it’s perfectly fine now.” He gave a confident grin. “See? All good.”Victor, unconvinced, scowled. “You know it wasn’t just a flesh wound, right?”Raul chuckled, grabbing his jacket. “Come on, Boss, I’m not made of glass. I’ll be back in a bit. Maybe you’ll buy me a drink to celebrate?”Victor grunted, his eyes tracking Raul as he headed for the door. The soft click of it closing left an uneasy silence in the room.At the hospital, the sterile smell of antiseptic filled the air. Raul tapped his foot impatiently, his leg bouncing as the low hum of medical equipment buzzed around him. Nurses murmured in the distance, their voices blending with the soft beeping of machines. The waiting room was eerily quiet, but Raul’s mind raced.He glanced toward the corri
“So that concludes today’s meeting,” Anderson announced, his voice steady as he called the gathering to a close. The low hum of murmurs filled the room as the board members shuffled their papers, ready to leave.Before anyone could stand, a voice from the back spoke up. “One more thing,” the head of marketing said, leaning forward with a raised brow. “We need to finalize the decision on the website.”The room grew quiet. Anderson, standing at the head of the table, paused for a moment. “The website, yes.”“We’ve been discussing the benefits of a more interactive platform to engage with the public, especially after the recent press coverage,” another board member chimed in. “It could help boost our reputation even further.”Evelyn, who had been sitting in for Uncle Judas, leaned back in her chair with a smug expression. “A website? Do you mean to stroke Anderson’s already inflated ego?”The room chuckled lightly, though there was a hint of tension beneath the surface.“It’s not just ab
"I'm afraid I can not eat this meal," Victor hissed, eyeing the dishes with distrust."Why?" Anderson asked, feigning innocence. "Did you think I poisoned it?""Have a bite from everything on the table," Victor continued, his tone firm and commanding.Anderson arched an eyebrow. "My head chef can handle that. You do your job," he replied coolly."No, you should have a bite first," Victor insisted, his eyes narrowing with barely concealed hostility.Anderson tightened his grip on his knife, the tension palpable. "If that will make our guest comfortable," he said with a forced smile. He sampled a bite from each dish on the table, his movements deliberate and calculated."Is our guest comfortable now?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he wiped his mouth with a napkin.Victor ignored the question, starting to eat with an air of indifference. The room fell into an uneasy silence, punctuated only by the clinking of cutlery against china and the soft hum of the air conditioner."