Wynn immediately shook her head, though she was broke and had no way to possibly pay back derek, she still refused to accumulate more debt nor did she want to feel kike she owed anyone anything. Not for pride but just the freedom from all these unnecessities. "You don't have to worry yourself about my issues, Juan, I'll pay for this piece of shit myself." Juan was insistent, he took Wynn's hand, "we're friends, if I can help you, why shouldn't I?" Wynn looked at him and wondered if she was seeing things wrong. They used to be friends before Kraig came into the picture but now, they weren't much and for him to show up suddenly bearing gifts and even insisting on paying for what Derek was demanding, she couldn't help but feel like he had some ulterior motive to his kindness. She had no reason whatsoever to not trust him but she just couldn't accept that his kindness came from a place of solidarity. "Just let me help you," Juan said, giving her no leeway to refuse his help. But sh
As Kraig walked out of the room, he stopped by the living room before deciding to return to his own. He held no iota of pity for the woman he just left in that room. He had warned her, he felt everything she was getting was nothing but the reward of her actions. She had been so impatient and so childish about everything that had taken place and now her reward was being married to a man who had deceived her. He had not been lying when he said if he was the one he'd have sent them out. Jade disrespected him in so many ways and he wouldn't have shown any form of mercy upon her. He thought she should be able to learn the way the world works as old as she was. He reached the living room and there he saw his grandfather still sitting there. His eyes were on the television but he showed little to no interest in what was going on. His mind was far away and he looked forlorn. Now this one was deserving of his pity. Kraig went forward and wrapped his arms around his grandfather. "You like th
Jade felt that being called downstairs for breakfast was a good thing. It had been a while and nobody mentioned anything about them leaving the house. She knew this vacation, or bliss would come to an end sooner or later but she was ready to enjoy it while it lasted. And also she sought for something. A new mission for herself. There was no way she'd allow herself leave the house. She wasn't going to allow herself to be made a fool of. Now she had turned to the clown in the mansion, the right person for comical relief because she had allowed herself to be fooled into marrying the wrong person. But now, she was not going to make the same mistake. She was not going to allow herself to be fooled for a second time. She was more than that. And so she sat on a chair, ready for her mission to begin. She waited and watched how everyone else got to their seats with a knowing smile on her face. She was dolled up nicely but not superfluously nor unnatural. Her husband had asked her what she
Wesley wasn't at all surprised that a person who was supposed to have oassed out was talking back to him. He got only a half of the cintent that the woman was a psychopath. Whether or not he was in love with Jade, whether or not he married her for money, he was still vey well aware of the things she could do and hitting someone's head on the desk waa something far beyond jade's ability. There was really only one understanding from his deduction and the fear he recognized in jade's eyes: Carolene had hurt herself. How sick was that? "There's no way Jade could've hurt you that way. You faked passing out, what's hurting yourself that you can't fake?" Carolene raised an eyebrow at him, "your accusation is quite bold," she said. "You're saying I harmed myself for what reason?" "Because you're a sick psycho and you want us out of this house!" Wesley yelled. "Were you ever in it?" She maintained her equanimity. Maybe that was what pissed Wesley off, she remained so calm that made hi
"What did you just say?" Kt was Wynn this time. The supposed Wesley stared at the three people standing there looking at him like he was a ghost. He was certain that they had taken some kind of special drug that made them lose their shit upon seeing him. He made the decision to ignore them and then drive into the mansion, but the gates were refusing to open for him. "Can any of you help me get to the gate or are you suddenly statues?" Kraig couldn't stop staring at him. From his hair to the color of his eyes to the way he talked, he was exactly like Wesley who he knew was inside the house. Kraig couldn't help but laugh. 'Would someone love be Wesley so much that they even decide to do surgery to look like his arrogant cousin? He was mesmerized. He knew that this was a different Wesley for a number of reasons and one was that Wesley, the one he was acquainted with, was unable to afford a car like that. "You cannot be Wesley," Kyle said. "Why can't I be myself?" The new Wesley
Jade had more or less blanked out ever since the arrival of second Wesley, she had been looking at the two of them wondering what was going on. But she was smart enough to know before everyone that one was an imposter. Which meant that there was a possibility that she didn't even get married to the real Damont. That shebhad marrued some knock off who did okastuc surgery. Nothing was going her way. The man she was trying to seduce wasn't even looking her way and the man she had married lied to her, and now they were only a DNA test away from finding out how big of a lie he had told. She shook her head. Life was surely against her. She wanted to leave, retreat to her room, process all that was going on but if she did then people around would think she didn't care about what was going on which was on the contrary because she felt she was losing her shit at the moment. The day had not started off great for her but it was unfolding to be a fuckshow. She had planned to show the pictur
Carolene's gaze darkened, "actually, you'd be surprised. I come from a long line of fertile women''. Wesley was exasperated by her bullshit, he immediately let go of her, tossing her to the bed, "you will regret what you have done, Carolene. We were partners. How could you have done this to me?" "How could I not when you had threatened me?" She asked, "you don't play with me, Wesley. Have you forgotten who I am?" "You. Are. Nothing" he stressed each word then took a few steps away from the bed. She rose to her feet, "Do you think you're talking to your reflection? I'm not the one who fooled himself by going around scamming people and not just that, also went ahead to cry kn front of people what font give a fuck about you!" Wesley was slightly shocked that she knew about what had happened but he didn't hang on that, knowing the woman before him, she was able to get her information one way or another. He was sure that the only way she acquired this particular information wss doing t
Kraig and Mr DeVille were still in the living room. They were the only ones left, along the time of waiting for the new Wesley to regain consciousness, Kyle had abandoned the mission and gone out for something. His words has been "I need to call a client". Which Kraig obviously knew was a lie and that he just wanted to get out of the treacherous, boring activity of waiting for hours not knowing when Wesley would regain consciousness. Although Mr DeVille was waiting as well, he had fallen asleep leaving Kraig to watch over the man. Well, he was doing his job quite well. He took a seat on the table which he had positioned right in front of the couch Wesley was laying down on. He was focused on his face trying to find any anomaly so as to use it against him. In actuality, he wasn't on anyone's side. The former Wesley had not really proven to anybody that he was one that could be trusted nor one that could stand up for. He has lied and cheated a lot of people and even his identity