"Should I be excited to see you?" Kraig asked the woman standing before him. His head was still trying to wrap around the fact that this woman was his stepsister. He wanted to believe that it was all a dream, but no matter how hard he pinched himself or how desperately he tried to convince himself, he just knew that this was the reality, and there was no way he would escape from it.He had slept with his sister, a woman who shared the same father with him.Tabitha tsked, took a few steps forward, seemingly unaffected by his display of emotions - the anger, the shame, the betrayal that was seeping out of him.Tabitha, with her heart made of stone, smiled at him, "I think it'll be a good story to tell later in the future," she said. "You can tell your kids that the best sex you ever had was with your sister."Overwhelmed by his emotions, blinded by his rage and sudden, utter hatred for her, he ran forward, almost in a blur, as his fingers wrapped around her neck, slamming her against th
Mr. Ferrera had been delighted to hear such news from Juan. From his voice, he sounded very elated and excited, and Juan could tell that he was very happy to have chosen Juan and not someone else.Juan himself was also happy. Now, it was a certainty that Tabitha was going to die, and nobody would come at him for betraying her. All he wanted to do was save Wynn, and if Wynn doesn't love him now, which seems not possible, she was going to love him later.He was glad. He was happy.He was also very confused as to the reason why Tabitha would even want him to marry Wynn. For all he knows, there wasn't any specific profit that that action was going to yield, and she had sounded so serious, even threatening to kill Wynn if she wasn't married off to anyone. It didn't seem like she was even specific about him being the one. For all he knew, she was ready to bring any Tom and Harry to come marry her.There was only one understanding that Juan could think of.Tabitha wanted Kraig for herself.J
Juan's eyes turned wide, he kist the ability to breathe for a second and was just staring at Wynn with hus heart not beating. He could be likened to being dead. Just looking a her, trying tonhang onbto the shred of life that could possibly be. But the way she spoke, how she sounded and how heartless she was made it very impossible to even hang on to anything.His fingers coukd not grasp anything, much less hold. And he just stared kn astonishment. In heartbreak as he watched her about to turn around.His hanf mived faster than his brain and he quickly wrapped his hand around her wrist holding het back from leaving.Wynn fekt his hand around her wrist and her firat response was to roll her ehes in frustration. "I'm serious Juan, I dont want anything to do with toy anymore"."Am I just a game to you?" He asked suddenly. As it appeared, his sadness ans heartbreak had taken the negatuve path and therefore became rather angry.He was angry. There were reasons enough for him to lose his tem
The room was hot, the sun that illuminated it was hot. Thw air-conditioning was doing nothing to help with the heat. Wynn wondered if itnwas a heat wave or she was just too overwhelmed by rage. She paced around the room, unabke to settle, unable to sit still and carefully align her thoughts abd how she was feeling. The only thing shebwas thinking about, the onky thing shebhad been thinking about, the only thing she coykd think about were the words that Juan had told her thw day he came over.She coukd akso recall how poorly Camille had spoken to her blaming her for everything tgat happened to Leah. Ever since Leah was arrested, they basucallt havent heard a word about her. The police refused them to have any interaction with her which agonized the family. They had a rught to see her but they were refused.Camille hsf been very angry, that got a lawyer but howverr, their hands had been tied. They knew what was happening with their daughter, whether she was alive or not.And that ange
Different exotic cars were parked in front of the simple funeral home. There were people coming from all directions with one aim in their hearts: to get to the funeral of Petrus DeVille. Although it was considered a tragic event, there were still reporters lined up across the place just so they could get an overview of what was going on in that small, cheap-looking funeral home.Kraig stood by the door as he welcomed people; some he recognized, but many were a mystery to him. He had a frown on his face, which should match the ceremony, but his frown had not generated from sadness but rather frustration.The last place he wanted to be caught in was standing by the door and addressing the people coming in and out. His grandfather did not deserve it.The noise reporters kept making and the noise from the funeral home joined together, giving Kraig a severe headache. He hated being there; he hated that he had to be the one welcoming people.His eyes went down to his black suit and ran his
Leah woke up in the small room she had been waking up in for over a week. She could recall how she had gotten out of prison, but no matter how many times she thought about it, it just didn't make sense to her.The woman arrived at the cell with the keys that would free her, and then the two of them just walked out. There were people there, officers everywhere like a pandemic, but she just waltzed through the crowd like it was nothing, like they were all beneath her.And from what Leah had seen with her eyes. They were really beneath her.She jumped off the bed and checked the time on the small black alarm clock resting on the nightstand. It was over three in the afternoon. She was lucky.She had been given her own space where she would just exist. She had no idea what her role here was, but she assumed that it had something to do with the baby in her womb because they were always giving her food for two people and as such, she had added a lot of weight.She was still tall and slim and
Kraig took a step forward, the distance between him and Patricia only the space of two fingers. "I don't know why you are being like this," he said coldly and in utter disrespect. "I am the heir, I am the son of your nephew, and I apologize for the patriarchy, but I wasn't the one who made the rules.""And in addition, we have our own company we manage. Uncle had been quite understanding of how unfavorable the system is, and he gave us a company," Wesley said.Kraig raised an eyebrow in surprise, "so you have your own company, then what is your problem with me?""You own everything; you men took everything," she cried out. "I don't like this, I don't want this."Tabitha stood on the side, watching everything. She noted that surely it was because of the woman's age that was making her cranky and not just that; she might have some sort of disorder.When they first met, the woman had never really liked her, nor even tried to hide her disgust and hate. But as she thought, it could be beca
Tabitha's heart raced violently in her chest. The anger that suddenly arose within her obviously had no recipient. If it was any other day, she could probably rant to Carolene, but the woman in front of her, sitting with a wrinkle between her eyebrows and a tired expression mixed with her livid one, surely wasn't in the mood to hear her bullshit.She cleared her throat and tried to work her way around her emotions, to be careful not to let Carolene's rage come upon her and to not let hers find comfort in Carolene.Tabitha bit her bottom lip until she drew blood. It was the best way to keep her lips shut. Her anger was nowhere near what Carolene would do to her if she spoke out of turn."Juan?"Carolene nodded her head, her fingers twirled in her hair as an exasperated sigh left her mouth."I have more reasons to kill him now." Their eyes met, "you were the one who wanted to keep him alive, why?"Tabitha immediately pulled her eyes away, bringing them beneath, showing the authority Car