Chapter Thirty Four Karen pushed the door open, the happiness expressed on her face washing off in an instant as she witnessed the traumatizing scene in front of her. On the bed was her husband laid flat, and her sister sitting on him, riding him as both moaned away in ecstasy, completely unaware of the presence intruding their session. Tears foamed into her eyes, watching the unbelievable scene in front of her, the paper she held falling to the ground. “Simone!” Her cracked voice yelled, liquid seeping out of her lashes with her presence denounced. They glanced at her, becoming aware of her presence and not the least hinged. “Tell her right now so she can get out.” Her sister, Simone said to her husband, who nodded in accordance. “Our divorce paper is right there, sign it up and get the hell out of my life you barren loser. I’m making a baby now with someone more fertile.” The harsh voice of her husband relayed, referencing the paper he had laid out for her on the desk. Karen
Chapter Thirty FiveKaren pushed the door open, the happiness expressed on her face washing off in an instant as she witnessed the traumatizing scene in front of her. On the bed was her husband laid flat, and her sister sitting on him, riding him as both moaned away in ecstasy, completely unaware of the presence intruding their session. Tears foamed into her eyes, watching the unbelievable scene in front of her, the paper she held falling to the ground. “Simone!” Her cracked voice yelled, liquid seeping out of her lashes with her presence denounced. They glanced at her, becoming aware of her presence and not the least hinged. “Tell her right now so she can get out.” Her sister, Simone said to her husband, who nodded in accordance. “Our divorce paper is right there, sign it up and get the hell out of my life you barren loser. I’m making a baby now with someone more fertile.” The harsh voice of her husband relayed, referencing the paper he had laid out for her on the desk. Karen t
Chapter Thirty Six I stood behind a counter, awaiting the return of the receptionist who went to acquire the mail received in my name. My eyes simultaneously glanced at my watch, seeing how much time is wasted here already. Nile is outside waiting for me, I promised not to keep him waiting for too long. The middle aged woman finally came back, holding what looks like an enveloped letter. “Here is your mail. I’m just going to need you to sign right here and here.” She pushed a logged register in front of me, the mail placed beside it and also a blue inked pen. My eyes crawled away from the register to the mail to see the name stamped on it. HAVARD. I ignored the lady’s request, grabbing hold of the letter and tearing it open with one rip. My heart drummed in fear, against the sully surface of my chest, with a single deep sigh I brought the letter out. Immediately reading through the content, my gaze keened on a particular phrase highlighting my acceptance into HARVARD. “Arghhhhh
Chapter Thirty Seven“Hurry up, I don’t want to be late for my first class today.” Eva yelled to her roommate that she happened to have the same class with, her eyes on her wristwatch as she paced around the room restlessly. “Oh gosh…!” She mumbled within herself in a low tone. “Oh kill me now, I don’t have anything to wear!” The roommate, Liv whined from where she is at the closet, falling onto the heap of clothes to show more of her frustration.“You’re sleeping on clothes and you are telling me that?” Eva asked with sarcasm stalking closer to her, she looked through the clothes fishing out a blue jeans and a pink crop top plus a jacket. “There, put this on and stop wasting my Time!” She dragged her up throwing the clothes on her pouted face. “Are you going to tonight’s party?” Liv asked, while she changed into the clothes given to her by Eva.“Hell no, I have to study, do my homework, work on this-““Bitch you’re going and that’s final!” Liv deadpanned, walking past her as she gr
Chapter Thirty EightMissy stared stunned in silence, her head nod slowly going sideways with her jaws dropping in disbelief. If she heard correctly, the psychotic man in front of her just confessed to his feelings that must be psychotic also. “No no no no, you don’t love me. You can’t love me, you’re just crazy.” Missy tried to make a genuine point out of his confession, but nothing was coming up. She stepped further away from him, seeing him in a different light. Light that doesn’t bright up the room, rather shrunk it deeper into darkness. Tyler scoffed from where he stood, looking away from her resting his hand on his waist, his other hand pushing through his hair. “I’m crazy.” The words fell out of his lips in a sarcastic manner. “You know all this was because I actually love you.” He said, his index lifting up and pointing at Missy with his gaze focusing back on her. “You don’t. You’re not capable of loving, and what you put me through. You don’t do that to people you love,
Chapter Thirty Nine “I think it’s a common one, I masturbated over you Missy.” His palm wailed over his face afterwards, covering it in shame as he spilled out his filthiest secret. Loud gasps veered into the background, whistling from males while they clap out dramatically, and girls just gasping. “Awww, I guess it’s common. Since you answered, it’s your turn to pick someone and continue the game with them.” Missy said to him, repulsed by his answer, but chose not to address it or express it. Damien nodded to Missy’s words, bringing down the palms covering his face as he looked around the gathering, his eyes roaming through only to landed back on Missy. “I’m sorry, but I think I’m gonna be choosing you.” He held a pleading look, as if his action were offensive. “Go on, ask away.” Missy urged, her shoulders swinging a shrug as she stared plainly at him. “Woooo-hooo!”“Go Missy!” Students from the back chanted, as if hailing Missy for her round in the game. Anna from where she
Chapter FortyA swift silence drifted the moment as he picked up his phone answering the call with his palm held out to everyone to stop them from talking.“We need to talk.” A female voice boomed through the phone’s speaker right into the ear it was placed upon. It was familiar, definitely like a voice he’s heard before, took some seconds but he recognized it soon to be Delaney’s voice. His expression turn sour immediately, as if she could see his face through the phone call. “What do you want?” His voice was the same, sour and cold to the hearing as he retorted back into the phone.“A chat, a physical one. I was suppose to have it with your daughter, but she stood me up, so it’s not really bad if I want the chat with her father instead.” She reasoned, her voice seeming to be pinching a nerve in Davis’ body as his eyes kept twitching with face scrunching up to hide his blowing cool. “You wicked psychotic bitch, you want to have a chat with me after everything you’ve done to me.” He
Chapter Forty OneHe might be a different man, but he wasn’t lying. He truly almost died for her, and there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her back when they were together. If she had request him to murder the president, he would do so in a heartbeat so long as it pleases her. “Fine. You want to make a murderer to prove my love for you, cool. I will do it, give me the knife?” She stretched out her palm, questing for the weapon. Marco grinned, tickled by the response. It’s nice to see that he wasn’t doting on a soul sucker like he thought he’d been all this while. Perhaps the romance was mutual. He handed her the knife, crossing his arms over his chest with his gaze gesturing for Gina to go do the deed. Gina stared at the knife, heaving a deep sigh before stalking away from Marco in cautious steady steps. She approached Dren on the floor, pure fear marred on his face. Eyes twinkling with anxiousness as he looked into Gina’s face. He tried wriggling out of the men’s hold, but his