Rohan looks at the voice and sees Tyrianne standing close to him. He didn’t even sense her. He places his pen down on the paper and looks up at her.
“Okay. Thank you, Miss Tyrianne.”
“Ahm, one thing, though,” she adds. “Miss Simone is complaining about her breakfast and is insisting on having Chef Nath resign.”
“I will talk to her later,” he responds, but Tyrianne doesn’t move. “What else, Miss Tyrianne?”
“Do you need a replacement for your television? I’ve seen the splintered remains of it.”
Rohan squints at her. She’s being too talkative and nosy for his liking. “I don’t know. Besides, there are a couple of televisions in the house. I can just use any if I require it.”
“Hmmm,” she mutters as she scrutinizes him. “Were you angry about something?”
Rohan glares at her. “I am not angry.”
“You are doing it again.”
“Doing what again?”
“Lo
Rohan steps into Rosalyn’s dressing room and freezes for a moment. The room is a flurry of colors and textures, with designer garments draped across the backs of velvet chairs, shoes arranged in neat little rows on the floor, and bags of accessories piled high in the corner.He takes it all in. They are now in Paris for the show, and as Rosalyn warned him, she is swamped, but it is perfect for his other plans–which are all set to destroy her life.And so, he stands by the doorway, admiring the chaos with a calmness that belied the things he’d prepared earlier. Rosalyn senses him, and she smiles—a bright smile. And sometimes, he wonders if she really is in love with him and not just lust. It doesn’t matter, though. He only approached her for revenge.“Hansel!” he greets. She opens her arms to him, and he walks towards her, kissing her cheeks. “After this, we can have a world of our own,” she whispers.Pulling back, she asks, “What do you think?”Rohan looks at her while she slowly runs
Rohan stands at the altar, calm and a little bit annoyed. When he was marrying Kyndra, his hands were trembling with excitement and anxiety. However, with Rosalyn, everything feels like a duty.He and Kyndra married in a small chapel on a small island, with the sun setting behind them and the sound of waves crashing against the shore. It seems so magical, but perfect dreams like that are bound to be destroyed, and now he is marrying Rosalyn in a private garden with only a few colleagues from Rosalyn’s office.The fake priest starts talking. Rohan squeezes Rosalyn’s hand to make it seem as if they have a connection. It’s the same thing Kyndra had done for him to assure him. And so, they look at each other with bright smiles that seem like nothing will go wrong.Before long, the so-called Reverence is pronouncing them husband and wife. They are handed the marriage certificate—a fake document that will make their union seem official to Rosalyn.“Congratulations!” the priest says. “You tw
When they return to the country, Rohan knows something is different despite their usual routine. Rosalyn has a look of contentment, like how newlyweds should be. Only his is fake.On the morning after a night of their incessant lovemaking, Rosalyn sits on his lap and winds her arms around him.“Good morning,” she whispers, kissing him gently.“Well, hello there, gorgeous,” he greets, placing his newspaper back on the table. “Had a pleasant sleep?”She nods. “Only… My body is aching because of the activities last night.”Rohan grins. “You don’t want it anymore?”“If it’s you, I will always want it.”And so, they kiss again, as if they still can’t get enough of each other. After a while, Rosalyn breaks the kiss.“Did you know that when we returned, I made you a partner for all my businesses and assets?”Rohan scowls at her, yet deep inside, all he can think of is, ‘Finally! That takes you so long!’“Shhh...” Rosalyn coaxes. “Don’t look at me like that. You’ve been making me very happy,
Rohan watches with bated breath as the money transfers from Rosalyn’s account to his. He did not move everything, or else Rosalyn will suspect him immediately. It’s just a few thousand dollars every after a few days, until he wipes out her account. Yet, he feels a sense of victory as he takes another step in his revenge.After learning that Kendrick Walton is being slated to run for the top national position, he knows he needs to be faster. He closes the screen of his laptop. He has done his best to ensure that the transaction will be difficult to trace back to him. He plans to transfer the money without detection. Thankfully, she hasn’t asked for incriminating proof that he is, in fact, Hansel Crago.Rohan takes a deep breath. He has brought immense pleasure in enacting his revenge, but now it feels weird. He knows he is adamant about his plan and feels an exhilarating sense of power every time he succeeds in each step. Yet now, as he stares at the turned off laptop, he can feel his
Thankfully, nothing happened last night between him and Simone. After that second kiss, he pushed her sharply, and she almost fell on the bed. Rohan grins. He really is so close. This chapter of his life will soon end.Suddenly, he feels a presence of a stranger. The hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He looks around. He’s in his living room, sitting on the couch.He looks up and sees a man standing in the open doorway. It’s a tall, broad-shouldered man with a dark complexion and a neatly trimmed beard. He wears a long leather coat and a black hat. He smiles at Rohan and says, “Good evening. I have a message for you.”Rohan stares at the man in confusion. What message? Who is he? He has yet to learn who the man is and what he wants. Yet, he can’t stop a chill from running through him.Rohan sits up straight, preparing for danger. “What message?” he asks warily.The man reaches into his pocket and pulls out a paper. “It’s from a mutual acquaintance,” he says.Rohan takes the paper
Rohan arrives at his mansion back in the country. The scene of violence and carnage that he witnessed in Paris still lingers in his mind. That’s too much for him, even if he comes there to kill. The worst of it all is... Perhaps, is he unprepared to murder another human? Even if it’s for his own survival?He stumbles back, trying to shake off the memories of slaughter. From the time he left the building and when he boarded the plane back, all he could see was the shattered glass and splattered blood of the fake priest’s accomplices. Everything still echoes in his mind, as if he is about to go crazy. He has to get away from it. No! He has to get used to destroying other people’s lives! Besides, they all fucking deserve it!Thankfully, it is a weekday, and Rosalyn is out of the mansion. So he moves to the kitchen to get a bottle of water. He needs to rest, and perhaps, try to visualize that he is murdering people if required.He walks to the refrigerator and takes a bottle of water. He
The night’s heat is palpable and thick as Rohan and Rosalyn are entwined in each other’s embrace. Neither notice that the door to their bedroom is cracked open, nor the figure peeking in from the doorway, watching with a combination of envy and curiosity.Rohan and Rosalyn are oblivious to their audience as they move together in perfect harmony, their bodies involved in a never-ending dance of pleasure.“Oh, more, Hansel!”Rosalyn arches her back and lets out a low moan, her legs wrapping around Rohan’s waist in an effort to pull him closer. He responds by covering her body with his own, his hands running across her skin, caressing and exploring until he finds where to focus. His fingers move skillfully, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body.Rosalyn’s moan grows louder, and she wraps her legs tighter around him. As they reach their climax, her mouth finds his in a desperate kiss as she feels herself falling into the depths of intense sensations.“Let me take you inside my mou
Rohan trudges up the driveway from the mansion to the gardens. He is holding a box of shiny new locks tucked under his arm. He approaches Miss Shephard, who is on her hands and knees in the garden.“Good morning, Miss Shephard,” he greets. “I was wondering if you could help me install locks on all the doors of the mansion?”She smiles up at him and nods, while getting to her feet and brushing off her trousers. “You should have asked me to buy those,” she remarks.“No, it’s better to buy the locks myself and just ask other people to help me install them.”“You don’t want your wife to know about your affair with her daughter?” she asks.Rohan’s face blanches and his grip on the box of locks tightens. He knew he should have been more careful.“No, of course not,” he replies. “So, can you help me or not?”“Yes, of course.”“Then, this way,” he says.Miss Shephard follows him to the back of the mansion, where they plan to start. Miss Shephard points to each door, instructing Rohan on how t