"Who's Meha?" Anne suddenly asked. We were lying in bed, reluctant to get up after the passionate night we'd just shared."She was my lawyer before," I replied."Ah... Yes, her name does sound familiar. Since last night, I've wondered if I've read her name somewhere...""Why? Did you read my messages from last night?" I teasingly pinched her nose. Anne just grinned and mumbled an apology."Would you accompany me to meet her this afternoon?" I asked."But she wanted to meet Danzel," Anne responded."Yes..." I was still contemplating how to handle this situation. Should she know everything, or is it enough for her to know that Danzel and I are on good terms?"What do you think of her?" Anne was lying on my chest, her long, fragrant hair wafting into my olfactory senses. Her chest pressed against mine, awakening my desires."Dan, I need an explanation, not this again!" She pointed at my aroused member."That comes later; I'll answer it then," I teased, leading us to a desire-filled activ
*Cling*The sound of the doorbell ringing indicated someone entering, and the waiter approached Meha and led her to where Anne and I had been waiting."Oh, hi, we meet again, Mr Anderson. I usually don't meet my clients. Or am I in the wrong place?" Meha looked confused and glanced at the table number."No, I have been waiting for you.""Oh, but I had an appointment with someone else.""How about you have a seat first? Please let me introduce my wife, Anneke."Anne extended her hand, and Meha shook it, exchanging smiles and then feeling awkward."I know you are waiting for Danzel. Unfortunately, he can't make it today and asked me to represent him instead."Meha finally took a seat after I mentioned Danzel's name, her eyebrows furrowing in displeasure. "I didn't expect him to be a person who likes to break his promise. Well, perhaps this way, we are even."Meha then called the waiter, ordered wine, and waited awkwardly. The atmosphere had suddenly become tense."Don't you want to know
[...][A’ oh...][I've told you; you don't have to tell everyone about your true identity.]'Too late. Can you turn back time to two hours ago?'[You wish, now fix this.]'Any suggestions?'[You might not like it.]After considering the system's suggestion, although it was logical, I wouldn't say I liked it and wouldn't do it."Oh... You are Elliot's child?" Anne asked with a surprised expression."Yes... And that old man had the audacity to act like a parent after hiding behind Sonia for so long. I'd be better off without parents like I've used to all this time. Knowing my background isn't as great as I thought," Meha complained and returned to the café.Anne and I exchanged a quick glance, both feeling uneasy. If she was uneasy about Camilla being Meha's sister, I was uneasy because I had just given my ace card to my longtime enemy's child.After we both sat down, the atmosphere became awkward again."Why so silent? Did I say something wrong?" Meha looked at the two of us."How long
At a private dining venue in the Westhill Hotel:"Hey... Isn't that Margareth?" one of Sonia's friends whispered."Hm? Are you hallucinating? You know she's supposed to be in exi—" Sonia's words were cut off when she saw her other friends also looking in the same direction behind her. She turned to see Margareth standing there, hands on her hips and a smug grin."Good evening, ladies," she greeted shamelessly, walking confidently and taking a seat next to Sonia, even displacing one of the women who happened to be the wife of a regional bank's financial manager.Sonia stood up from her chair, "You were not invited," she pointed out."I don't need an invitation to an event I co-founded, do I, Sonia?" Margareth placed her glasses on the table, sipping her tea slowly, deliberately savouring the moment.She knew she would be the hot topic of conversation today at this ladies' tea event, mainly because of her embarrassing arrest yesterday. She couldn't resist and wanted to make Sonia feel t
"Eric! You traitor!" Bash cursed as Eric forcibly dragged his body towards the detention cell. Curious faces peered through the bars of the inmate cells, wanting to know what was causing the commotion. The noise immediately filled the room as they discovered the source of the commotion."Hey, isn't that Bash Merrick? Are we going to share a cell with him?""Well, finally, I get a chance to give him a beating after that one-sided firing Merrick did to me last year! That situation forced me to steal just to make ends meet! God is good to me!" praised another inmate, acknowledged by his fellow prisoners. Apparently, Merrick's policies had victimised many people."What kind of God would be good by letting you seek revenge? Fool! Hahaha," responded another inmate.Bash stared in disbelief, unable to imagine his life in the midst of people who despised and wanted his head. He shuddered, as he never anticipated that his plan to get back at Elliot would backfire on him, making his situation w
Everyone winced in pain upon hearing Bash's screams, and then silence ensued. Although curious, the inmates could only imagine the type of punishment Bash was currently enduring. One by one, they returned to their beds and resumed their previously interrupted sleep.Late at night, the kitchen door creaked open, and the sound of two pairs of feet was audible, with one of them sounding like it was being dragged and stumbling. Lyan, who had not been sleeping, peeked to see what had become of Bash.As the two figures passed, Lyan caught a glimpse of Bash's face, which appeared red, and his hair and clothes were wet. He remained silent, but his eyes were filled with pent-up anger. Lyan was convinced that Bash was now harbouring a deep sense of revenge.Lyan realised that Bash had finally come to understand where he was. This was Erwin and Ralph's small kingdom. It was no longer under Merrick's control. Lyan knew this the hard way, too.He had been just like Bash when he first arrived here,
"Elliot! What are you doing to Bash?!" Margareth yelled over the phone.[Hush! Before you regret it, think again about the words that will come out of your mouth. Your actions terrorising Sonia yesterday were not wise. I will settle the score with you about that later,] threatened Elliot with a cold voice.*GULP*Margareth, who had been about to unleash a torrent of curses on Elliot, was forced to stay silent. "B-but you don't have to punish Bash like that."[You can't dictate to me what I can do to your son, who has been so bold in threatening me with my problems. You two have crossed the line, and I don't like your insolent behaviour.]*Click*Elliot unilaterally hung up the phone. Margareth stared at Dexter's cell phone and then screamed as if possessed. Several guards at the Prosecutor's Office rushed to Margareth, asking about her condition.But Dexter dismissed them, patting Margareth's back to try and calm her down."Maybe he has lost his mind..." one of the guards whispered to
"Elliot, I need assurance. That my return to Dustown is not just as a pawn; I'm tired of being played; let me play too," Alex's voice echoed in the mayor's office.He had just returned to Dustown after an exhausting 22-hour flight and went straight to meet Elliot. He didn't want to wait any longer to express the concerns that had kept him up at night after Elliot called and persuaded him to come back to this city.Of course, getting the offer to return to Dustown and take a higher position than the one he held in Singapore was a tempting offer. But deep in his heart, he was still conflicted.He had no reason to return to this city because, unlike the bustling and vibrant Singapore, Dustown was too quiet for his equally lonely heart. The only reason he used to visit this city was Anne. But he knew he had lost Anne when he witnessed her gaze at Rupert. That was not the look Anne had ever given him.Could Anne return to him if he became a man Anne could rely on financially? That's what h