Selena had been in Taron’s house since she got the news of her father dying. Taron had been so supportive and extremely helpful that she felt so bad for what she had done to him. Taron was such a sweetheart, and his new found wealth only made that more prominent. Taron walked into the extra room that he had allowed Selena to stay in. “Hey, are you okay?” Taron asked her. Selena nodded and looked up at Taron. He still looked the same, kind and wise, only this time with a lot more edge. She was wearing her silver silk nightgown that hung low. An idea came to her that made her to check if Taron was still into her. After all, he was looking at her with those eyes and she suddenly felt shy. Selena stood up and started to walk to Taron, her eyes straight up showed determination. “Do you want to go and get some water?” Taron asked again, and Selena chose not to reply to that. She got close to him and placed her hands on his shoulders tenderly. “W-what are you doing?” For the first t
Selena looked around her as she walked into the bathroom stall. She had been getting weird chills lately, and she felt eyes on her almost all the time. The possibility that she was it’s being paranoid was on the table, but Selena knew that that was not it. She had not been the same ever since Taron became wealthy, and maybe it was due to the backlash she received from Taron’s fans and people who never liked her. But at least, at that time, she had a reason to be watched. Most sought after model, and the girl who broke Taron’s heart? The girl who was desperate for billionaire Taron’s attention? Exactly. But now, she was not anything special, not after she had gone down and her miraculous spotlight had not come yet. What would anyone want with her? Or was it like those movies where the girl had a stalker who ended up killing them? Selena gasped. She definitely did not want to be one of those victims of ‘a crime of passion’, or whatever it was people said in movies. She finished her bu
“So, I just wanted to let you know that we’re moving out.” Taron paced in front of his mother. “What?” Eloise did not understand why he had suddenly made that decision. “You heard me the first time, mom, and the chief of security would be making some changes so your guards may not be your guards anymore.” Taron turned to leave. “But I like Connor, he is so sweet and he tells me stories when I’m bored, says I remind him of his late mother.” Eloise sighed. Taron shook his head and made a mental note to send a message that Connor should not be left behind. “How would my friends come to visit me, then?” Eloise asked. “That’s why we’re moving, mother, you’ve been so used to poverty that you don’t understand that you and your friends are putting us all in danger.” Train turned back. “No, that’s not true, you’ve always been a silly boy.” Eloise shook her head. “You are the silly one here, I almost got killed a few days back, so you don’t have a choice,” Taron stopped raisi
Taron just rounded up with the names of people he was ticking that he would work with for the year. The owners of the companies he wanted to collaborate with, that is, and he was looking forward to an hour of sleep, rest that he truly deserved when his mother barged into his bedroom without bothering to knock. “Taron dear!” Eloise exclaimed. “I’m going to the mall to get a few things for myself in the new house, you should come and we would go together.” Taron facepalmed himself. “No, I don’t want to.” “Are you shy? You know that there would be a lot of girls there, don’t you want a girlfriend?” Taron closed his eyes tightly as his mother continued to ramble on. “I don’t want any of that, mom, I just want to sleep.” Taron said gently, doing his best to not yell at his mother. “But you might see things that you’d like, why don’t we just go and you’d know if—” “I already said no, don’t push it.” Taron raised the covers over his head, his mother was still as fussy as ever.
It had been three days since Taron’s mother went missing, and there was still no sign of her. Her phone, which they had been calling and trying to use to track her down turned up in front of the house the day after Taron called the police and got them involved in the matter. “Are you here?” Rob asked his friend. “I’ve been talking to you for over thirty minutes and you’ve not been listening, I even asked a question.” Taron looked at Rob. He was not ready to listen to him, but for old time’s sake and for true friendship, he sighed. “I’m sorry, my mind has not been in the right place, and I’ve got about half an hour free, what’s going on?” Taron asked. “Well, so I was going about my business in my brother’s house, right?” Rob asked, looking at Taron. “How do you expect me to know? I wasn’t with you.” Rob shrugged. “Well, yes, but I was going about my business, and then someone rang the doorbell,” Rob said. “I got to the door, and guess who I saw there.” “Greta Hamilton?” Ta
The bell rang and Selena hurriedly got up. "I'll get it!" She exclaimed. Taron relaxed in his seat. "Whether you get it or not, as long as they've been scanned clean, then they would be allowed in." Taron said. Taron was waiting for Anthony to bring his mother to him, just as he had promised, and Selena, apparently, did not think that it was right to leave Taron 'to stay all by himself'. Not that Taron had asked for her help or company or anything, she just decided to stay with him. Eloise walked into the house, flanked by Anthony. “Finally, I’m back home.” Eloise sighed. Taron hurriedly got up to help his mother sit down. “Got a real tough woman on your hands, son.” Anthony said to Taron, causing him to frown. Taron did not like the fact that this man was calling him that, even if he knew that it was not all that serious. “They did so many unspeakable things to me,” Eloise’s voice shook as she spoke, shocking Taron. He had only heard his mother’s voice shake when his fat
Rob had just finished with all he had to do and decided to leave. He hated office work anyway. After he picked up his bag, he pulled on the door, whistling a catchy tune. The door did not open, it was jammed somehow, and the keys were even with him. Rob wondered how that worked, but it did not sit well for him as his claustrophobia started closing in on him, and all he could do was fumble around his person for his phone. Perfect time for the emergency line to not be working, which it was not. That seemed strange to Rob, he knew that the line always worked because a bunch of people had called and asked someone at the help centre to get him some food from the restaurant right across the street. Rob tried calling their number one more time, just to be sure. The call did not go across, and Rob decided to take calming breaths, and then sit down to think about how he was going to be able to get out of his office. And, if someone noticed his absence, then they would surely go and look for h
"Fuck!" Rob exclaimed as he was able to kick the door down. Looking back at the fallen door as he went outside, he contemplated if it fell as a result of his brute strength, or maybe it had weakened already. Not that he mattered. He was rich now, thanks to Taron. He could easily buy a better door. All he had to do was get out of the building. Staying there for so long had creeped him out that he did not think he would be back inside any day soon. "Sir, I thought you had gone home since." Rob did not know the name of this worker, but he was dressed as a cleaner. Rob shrugged. "Had a few mishaps on the way, it's fine." "What?" The cleaner asked. Rob shook his head. Even he didn't understand what he had just said. "Never mind, forget that I said anything to you." Rob said and walked out of the office. The image of the bloodied knife appeared in his head, causing him to sink mentally. Rob hoped that that was the last of such threats he would ever see. He did not mind online thre