The woman with brown hair thrashed around in her sleep. She knew that this was a dream, because she was free. She was free and walking around a big hall with a baby in her arms. A beautiful baby girl in a yellow dress that shared the same hair colour as her."You should not hug her to yourself. Let me hold her too." She heard a pleading male voice say.She laughed, teasing him."No." She said and turned to stick her tongue out at him. She knew him, she loved him and felt safe around him."Come on, you have been holding her since we got here." The man said. "I want to hold her for just a moment longer. I want to get all the hugs from my sweet baby." She said holding the baby closer to her chest.The baby looked up at the woman with her big brown eyes and reached up to touch her cheeks."See? She enjoys being in my arms too." The woman told her man. "Don't you?" She said to the baby, mimicking a childish playful voice. The baby laughed. "She enjoys being in my arms too." The man sai
Dean could barely sleep the whole night. Early the next morning he set out for the orphanage. "A hyperactive child you told me." He said with a bitter laugh as soon as he came in through the door."What?""You said a hyperactive child pushed Alanna." Dean said. "Yes?" The nun was frowning now. "Were you ignorant of what was happening, or you simply chose to not tell me that Sarah was a bully?" Dean said through his teeth.He was visibly shaking with anger. "How do you know about Sarah?" The nun whispered in shock. "Alana said she has been bullied in THIS ESTABLISHMENT." He said in exaggeration, mocking what she said the other day. "for years now. Did you not know or you chose to do nothing about it."The Nun stood up angrily. "I will not have you question my efficiency.""You were supposed to protect all the children here, but you did not.""Do you know I can ban you from ever coming here?""You'll not." He said strongly. "And you are avoiding my questions.""I am not answerable
Dean stood up as soon as the therapist stepped out."How is she doing?" He asked her."Mr...?" She asked, stretching her hands out for a handshake. Dean accepted her hand and shook it. "Mr Connor. You remember me from yesterday?""Of course I do." She said with a smile. Then she looked back to the room. "She is making progress. Thankfully her mind has not been tampered with too much."Dean heaved a sigh of relief. He knew how long it took him to pick his self confidence off the floor. And he was still not even mentally where he would like to be yet. "Her therapy sessions will be for a shorter time frame than we have anticipated." The therapist said. "That's good news." Dean said. "Indeed." The therapist nodded with a smile and walked away. Dean inhaled and steadied himself before he entered the private ward he had moved Alan
"A little bird I found had a lot to say about you." Dean said with a laugh. Già was shaking."Your lover is quite handsome, you know, except for the dark cycles around his eyes." Dean said with a pout. "How did he get that, make up or drugs?"He could see he had Già. She was shaking, all her usual calm and proud composure was gone.She finally looked up at him defensively. "You have no proof." "Oh. Do I?" He brought out his phone. "I wonder what Gustavo would think if I emailed him these bank statements." Dean said."Does he have an idea his niece is wasting his treasured wealth?"Già looked completely beaten, but very angry. "Should we ask him?" Dean pressed on."I underestimated you." She spat."Oh, you sure did." Dean said with a smile of satisfaction, while mentally sending thanks to his private investigator. "What do you w
“You could choose any woman. Why me?” Lyda asked Dean, who had left his food untouched. “You are smart and reasonable.” Dean said. “You are much smarter than you let on.For the first time since he saw her earlier in the morning, he noticed a small smile on her face. He sighed.“I will only agree to this because I like you. And that makes this no sex rule a problem.”“I need you to understand that there will be no sex or romance between us, or we will not go ahead with this at all.” Dean said.“Do you find me so repulsive?”“No. You are very attractive.”“Then it has to be another woman. You have another woman.” Lyda said, letting her hand fall to the table. Again, he wanted to tell her that it was none of her business, but he kept cool.“I am not secretly married if that is what you want to know.” He said. “I never said that. Are you in love with another woman, or promised to her?”Dean said nothing, and they stared at each other in silence. He waved to the waiter to bring their
“The Millers?” Dean asked. Perhaps he had not heard correctly. There was only one famous Miller in the country. That was Marshall Miller’s family. “Yes.” The private investigator said.“Are you certain?”“Yes. Very certain.” Jean said over the phone. “I was calling to ask some questions. It would make the investigation quicker if you had answers for me.”“Sure, go ahead.”“Do you know of any connections between the Millers and your fiance?” Jean asked.“None at all.” He was in shock. The only connecting link Leilani could have with the Marshalls was him, Dean. Leilani hated Marshall for having bullied him in the past. But she had never spoken to him.“And you are sure she was not just keeping it away from you?” Jean asked.“Leilani does not keep secrets.” He could not continue doubting, and believing the worst of his fiance. Leilani had been a loyal and honest woman. “I mean no offence.” Jean said. “But perhaps she knew him before you both started dating. Is there anyone you can
Dean managed to squeeze himself in just before visiting hours were over. He was the last visitor who was allowed in. He told the warden who he was there to see. The warden directed him to sit opposite a glass wall and wait for Marshall to be ushered out. He waited for over thirty minutes. He was beginning to think Marshall would never come out to see him, when he noticed the door opening. Finally!Marshall walked in slowly with a proud gait. He smirked when he saw Dean.All the time Dean sat waiting, his anger had slowly risen higher and higher. So, by the time Marshall took his seat behind the glass, Dean was about ready to explode. Marshall picked up the telephone beside him and watched Dean do the same with a connecting phone on the other side of the glass.“I see you miss me.” Marshall said with a laugh. “Came to get some?” He asked, making a vulgar movement with his hand and hips. “You're a sick bastard.” Dean swore in disgust. Marshall laughed, clearly enjoying how riled
Leilani was about to shove the eating knife deep into his chest when Marco Rossano opened his eyes. Although he was still not fully conscious of his whole surrounding, his self preservation instinct kicked in.He grabbed the knife and wrestled with her. Leilani gripped the knife tight with a surprising level of strength she did not know she still had. She knew that as soon as he took it from her, she would face hell.“Let go, you bitch.” Marco cursed as he tried to pull the knife.Leilani did not bother responding. She knew she would rather die than let him have it. She held on and put her back into the struggle. If she managed to secure the knife, even if she could not kill him, she would kill herself. Suddenly she felt a hard kick on her back, her hands withered and she fell off the bed. A guard pressed his heavy boots against her neck and pinned her to the floor.Marco bounced off the bed and shouted. “You bitch. The bitch tried to kill me.” He was completely naked when the s