The car slowed down in front of the station. The stubborn headache that has been disturbing since he opened his eyes to start the day throbbed even more. How is everything slowly falling apart? He stepped out of the vehicle and approached the station's entrance. He was led down a couple of hallways and eventually into a room that had table and chairs. He walked to a chair at the left corner and he officer let him know that her be back with her. As he waited, he watched mother's cry with their daughters, sisters console each other, husband's trying to be strong in front of their wives so she wouldn't have a breakdown too and bunch of families being comforting. He couldn't classify how he felt. Bratté was neither his sister, cousin or wife. She was just a woman whose similar views on life worked up an admiration for her he hadn't thought would lead to something physical. Or perhaps, emotional. Ever since he recieved the news that Bratté had been arrested in the middle of carrying out
Simon looked at the shattered bottle in a pool of its own wine at his feet. Some sheds of it had was scattered all over the top of his shoe.Simon tossed his eyes to look at Selena. “Did you just…” he looked down at the broken pieces and laughed disbelievingly. “Did just throw a bottle at me?” He stared at his wife and saw none of the meek woman he had left this morning. The eyes staring back at him were vicious and vibrantly furious.He bent to pick up one of the pieces that still had the label intact on it. “Passion Noir. Do you know how much this cost?”Selena threw her head back and laughed. “I can't believe you're focused more about the cost than the actual problem.”“I didn't realize my wife kept a special stash of cash somewhere.”“It's our freaking wedding anniversary Soon and I went out of my way to make it special!”Simon lowered his hands and ripped the piece of glass. For a moment he looked remorseful, then he spoke. “Oh. Is that what this fuss is all about.”“Fuss?” Selen
Isabel didn't wait for the car to completely stop. She couldn't. The words were still playing over and over in her head. “Ethan signed the divorce papers sweetheart. You're now a free woman.” As soon as her father had said those words, the driver had stopped the car while she asked—rather, demanded what he was talking about and why the divorce papers had her signature on it even when she had no recollection of ever signing the divorce papers. “You don't remember? It was the day we ate together at the restaurant.” Her father had answered before closing the door, leaving her even more consterned.She rushed past the guards and servants welcoming her, not bothering about her belongings still in the boot of the car. A light shower has started, miniature droplets of it getting soaked up by her blazer. She burst through the front door, eyes wide and searching as she scanned the premises. It was empty and her heart did a painful lurch. Next, she ran up the stairs to the bedroom and with
Ruby's body perked up the instant she saw him wall out of the building. “Go after him!” She tapped the shoulder of the driver's seat eagerly.“Who?” Jena asked.“The guy in the black suit.”Jena scanned the parking lot of Logan Industrial Group and found he oerosj her boss was suddenly enthusiastic about. “Tony?” She blurted out thoughtlessly, wincing quietly when she realized her slip-up.“You know him?” Ruby watched Tony speak to someone in his phone. He looked attractive with his hands on his waist and his face switching to serious to slightly less serious as he conversed with whoever was on the other side of the line. Today was sunny and his gelled hair was shiny under the rays of the sun. “Yeah. Tony Ecaudor. Just by name. You know from people I've worked with in the past.” Jenner did her best not to stammer and raise further questions from Ruby. She watched Tony end the phone call and got out his car keys.“Quick! Drive up to him. Quick quick!”Jenner did her fastest starting
“You know, you could have just let Ruby drive us to wherever this Thai restaurant is than is having to ride in your car.” Ruby looked outside as she strapped the seatbelt across her chest, silently praying that no one else saw her go into his car. “Thank you but I'd rather not be seen in a Cosmo purple car. Who drives such a colour around nowadays.” Tony put on his seatbelt to and leaned forward to assess the tightness.“Uh excuse me, it's called being unique.”“You're certainly standing out.” Tony teased. “Well sorry if you can't stand a little colour because you're used to the greyness of your world.” She tapped the side of the vehicle lightly with her knuckle for emphasis.“Silver.” Tony corrected as he pulled out of the lot. “It's silver Lolly.”Ruby's eyes jutted together. “Lolly?”“Your car looks like grapefruit flavour so…” Tony explained.Ruby opened her mouth as if to say “the audacity!” “Look, I have varied taste. I'm not restricted to a colour okay. You know what, when n
Isabel's spirit seemed to drop further into despondency with each step she took down the stairs. Wrapped in a wool robe and her hair in a towel of the same material, her finger traced the silver railing of her stairs as she descended slowly. She's just had the loneliest heartbreaking bath. Despite the essence she had added to her bath water that was meant to help her feel great afterwards, her body still ached. And parts of her she couldn't exactly identity. She was sure if one thing however. That she was numb from head to toe. She's done enough crying to last a year, her tear ducts were probably tired and wouldn't produce any more of the salty liquid even if it was prompted to. Her slow descent finally came to an end and she had eventually reached the end of the stairs. Her eyes roamed the house at an unrushed pace, slowly taking everything in and noting how empty—super empty the house seemed to have become. Could one person really make such an impact? She asked herself, huggin
The childlike giggle high-pitched by excitement travelled far thanks to the wind that came with the push and pull of the seawater against the sand, creamy white foam lining the tip. There were three figures playing on the sand, two wore blue shorts and were shirtless while the third one wore a green one with a tank top on. They all had light blonde hair. “I'm counting now!” The third one yelled, sounding feminine. “One! Two! Three! Stop!” The boys froze. They both found it hard to control their laughter as the girl chose which to go after. The game was simple. She had a maximum of three leaps to make it tonome person. If she does touch whichever she picked in those three leaps, then the person touched will replace her in he middle and do his counting. Between the two boys, one could tell which was older very easily. The one on the right hand of the girl was taller and older-looking than the cute little boy on her left who was about his elbow high. They all resembled each other so i
Two hours later, Drogo and Ethan were leaving the coastal countryside with flash drives and documents from the smaller rectangular boxes in the treasure chest at the Ivanov's resident. They also didn't leave without having some money transferred to Polina and a promise to visit her again in the future.Now they were headed to Ethan's grandfather's beach house in the rental car.“I'm thinking of having Polina work for us after I resuscitate Belinsky Enterprises. I'm going to focus on how restaurant and food production part.” Ethan shared his thoughts with Drogo who responded with a small smile of approval.They got to the beach house in time. Outside, the building was beauty to behold but Ethan knew that the inside would be crawling with all kinds of creepy and stray things. After his grandfather's death, all of the workers had been dismissed including the housekeeper or do he thought until he saw a hunched figure in a black coat and a checkered print tweed flat cap hurrying out ofa cr