Vera walked into the office, exhausted from the day's event and Ivan's unruly attitude towards the lawyer. Was it jealousy, or just sheer bitterness over the fact that she wants to protect herself and her reputation by getting a lawyer early?But then there was also the possibility that he was going through something else that made him lash out at the attorney like that.Having known him and living under the same roof for three years, she could see that the look in his eyes was not a pleasant one, he was bothered or thinking about something.Not to justify his misbehavior though, he could have been nice if he wanted to, and why did he not want her to get the Hades card?She didn't do well herself by giving him that attitude afterward, but he deserved it, she was exhausted and just needed to rest.She finally got to her office, opening the door with a little more force than she usually would and stepping in, going straight to her desk.Collapsing on her seat, Vera thought about how ex
Ares decided to check on the sect, they hadn't concluded on something in the last meeting before he left angrily, and he hoped they had finally concluded.The wave of anger washed over him as he remembered how Hades had blatantly suggested they use Sara as bait, he would be damned if he allowed such.Scrolling through his phone, he finally saw the contact ID of the one person he could stand talking to currently, the one person who understood him and knew what it was like being in his position.Swiveling in his chair, he waited for her to pick up, his gaze on the screen as it vibrated in his hand.“Hello son,” Mother Isis' calm voice rolled from the other end it had a soothing effect on Ares, like that of a mother lulling her child to sleep.“Mother,” he said, his voice conveying his feelings.“Are you alright, son?” She asked concerned.“I am fine,”“I am not convinced, Ares, but tell me when you are ready to.” Mother Isis said, not convinced by his reply.“I called to ask about the l
Hermès walked back into the bar, sneaking to the back and slipping in through the wall to the arena.Walking through the door and into the hallway, he tracked back to where he had met her a couple of minutes ago.She was nowhere to be found, Hermis looked around the hallway, deciding to check the dome of the closed doors.He was on his third door when he found her sitting at the far end of what could be a study.She was curled up in fetal style, with a glass of whiskey in hand.“Artemis?” He called in a bid to get her attention, she had a faraway look in her eyes and seemed to be deep in her thoughts.“I want to be left alone,” came her weak reply, " close the door behind you.”“Artemis, are you okay?” He asked concerned.“Do I look okay?” She asked back, shooting him a deadly glare.“No, you don't?” Hermit answered, sitting on the side table beside her chair.“What's wrong with Artemis?” He asked again, his heart clenching in his chest at what he knew was the answer.“Nothing Hermis,
Ares leaned into her. He didn't expect her response. He planned to enjoy every bit of it. He felt his head spinning, that was the effect she had on him. He had wanted to kiss her since the first time they met.He took in her scent, a mix of mint and lavender, it made him want her more. Desire filled his eyes, he could almost devour her with it. She lightly bit her lips, something she was fond of doing when she was nervous.He placed his hands softly on the side of her jaw and took her lips.He was gentle. He was soft. He was perfect. Gently, he nudged his tongue between her lips, deepening the kiss. His hands were now on her waist, pulling her closer. He wanted all of her. He pulled away briefly for them to catch their breath. He looked at her, reading her expression for a minute. Taking him by surprise, she located his face and started kissing him. This time he let her take over, hoping a whiff of memory would come to her. She straddled him, continuing the kiss. She wanted him as
“Thank you, Marilyn” Vera said, grateful that the woman trusted her.Vera had always thought Marilyn was too good for Anderson, but she had never had the guts to voice out that thought.Something had always looked off about their marriage, Vera could perceive it, try as they may to hide it.Marilyn and Anderson were what people would call a celebrity couple, always at an event grinning at each other from ear to ear and holding hands like letting go would be hurt.But she knew these things a little too much for her in good. She had found it interesting that a good percentage of the community of elite couples was on this too. Her parents, including, her father, God rest his soul before his death, wasn't the best, but he was and would always be her father.She remembered vividly when she was grown enough to understand what her father was doing.While he wasn't physically abusive was emotionally and verbally abusive, the first time she had witnesses, it was when her mother was working as
The sound of a soft lullaby woke her from her somewhat troubled sleep.She had been having unsettling dreams, she wouldn't admit they were nightmares. Just a certain feeling of uncertainty, like she was being warned about something from the past. Or something that was coming in the future.The nearest future, probably.She still dreaded the just-ended war. It was gruesome. Deciding not to start her day with that thought, she jumped out of bed to get ready for her daily meditation. It was the fuel that kept her day smooth and running. That made her feel light and happy.The only thing that was still keeping her in one piece.She brushed her teeth, made a smoothie, and put her hair in a bun. “Alexa play meditation playlist,” she said, laying her mat down.“Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.Find balance. Now, breathe.Let it out, the negativity, the bad thoughts, the stress.Release everything.”She exhaled as the medication voice ended.Now it was going to be a good
“She's somewhere in the back, she should be here soon,” Hermès said, looking away from him.As much as it wasn't Ivan's fault, which Hermès was very much aware of, he couldn't help but feel some kind of dislike towards Ivan.The man had unconsciously, without his knowledge, made Artemis fall in love with him and Hermès had seen the look in her eyes when she said she didn't want him.She was serious and seemed so sure about it, so much he knew he did not stand a chance against what she felt for Ivan.As if on cue, Artemis walked in from the back, her eyes searching for them.Hermès met her gaze and held it for a second, silently pleading with her to see him, to notice him.But Artemis' gaze let his, traveling to Ivan, whose back was to her, he saw the look of adoration that crossed her eyes and his heart bled even more.The longing in her eyes was hard to miss, anyone with eyes would see how much she wanted him, anyone but Ivan himself.Her eyes slowly stared at the back of his head, d
“Hera, Hera, Hera, Hera, Hera,....” Ares heard her more clearly as he moved closer to her. Panic is written all over his face. Was his worst fear coming true?Was her brain only picking up bits of the war?Why didn't she remember their love before the war?Was it not strong enough?Why was her brain choosing to punish him?“Hey hey, I'm here. What's going on? What did you see?” He asked concerned as he drew her to his chest, trying to calm her down.Tears started streaming down her face as she started sobbing.“Did you know her?” She raised her head as she asked, her eyes sore from sobbing.Afraid of what to answer, he rested her head back on his chest and rocked her, hopefully, to sleep while he contemplated on how to answer her.“Why do I remember the death of someone I didn't know?” She asked him again, this time she didn't look up.He was fighting off his tears too. He was afraid she'd feel it.“Don't worry, we'll make sense of it. You need to rest now.” He assured them while tryi