It's been a week now.Vesper seemed to be the one benefitting more from the death of Mr. Thatcher as he felt there was no will to share. Due to Nikolai's absence, his position at the company had gotten pretty high. It was all he's ever wished for.His grandfather had been buried already, but the air at home was always tinged with sadness. He even had to move out of the mansion as he got tired of the unending gloom.He just finished from a meeting and was walking out with his assistant when a call came into his phone. It was Kalina again. He'd lost count of the number of times she had called him for the day, and it was becoming annoying already.Grudgingly, he answered the call."Finally! Someone decided to take my call." She exclaimed, her voice echoing with anger. "What is going on, Vesper? You have been ignoring me for ages now.""I was in a meeting, okay? And you were interrupting." His reply was peeved.Kalina scoffed, like she couldn't believe it. "Seriously? Now, I'm being a pes
Adira found it difficult believing Bellamy's words. Was she for real? How could this woman have the guts to say this to her face?She was hurt, she wouldn't deny; hurt that Nikolai had been processing their divorce. Of course, he told her about it. But now, it was just too difficult to believe.She sniffed as an uncontrolled tear dropped to her cheek. Looking up at Bellamy, she found no emotions on the woman's face. When did the woman change so much? She used to love her a lot.She looked at the paper again before pushing it away, towards Bellamy."I'm not signing it." She said in a hardened tone.Bellamy's brows furrowed in surprise. She never expected that rigidity from Adira."Are you being serious?" She scoffed. "Do you have any idea what I'm offering you? If you agree to sign these documents, I'll make sure we drop the charges against you and you can be out of jail. You'll be free."The temptation of the offer lingered on Adira's mind. Being in here for the past one week had not
Bellamy and her husband ran into Nikolai's room and gasped when they found him awake on the bed. When Na-ri had called and told them about it, they couldn't believe. But finally setting their eyes on him..."My dear son..." She whimpered as she went closer, holding his hand. "Good Lord! You're awake."Nikolai was still lying on the bed, and his face etched with concern when his parents came in alone."Nik, how're you feeling?" Mr. Vincent asked, going to stand at the edge of the bed.Nikolai's eyes were fixed on the door, and when he didn't see who he was expecting, he looked at his parents."Where's she? Why isn't she here?" He asked feebly.Bellamy shared a glance with Na-ri. Na-ri had also told them over the phone that he was asking for Adira.Wearing a smile, Bellamy caresssed his hand."Son, you just woke up after a long time. I believe you need as much rest as you can get. Stop worrying about anyone and just...""Where's she?!" He half-yelled. It was now becoming obvious that so
Lyra walked into the house and found Jagger there in the living room, having some apples. He had a knife with which he cut out the apple before taking it into his mouth. He seemed so happy, while she was there, mourning."Lyra." He called, his mouth full with a chunk of apple. "You didn't tell me you were coming."Lyra's eyes were sore and swollen. She fixed her gaze on him as she dropped her bag on the parting table in the room."How do you do it?" She asked in a low tone. "How do you manage to stay so happy when our biggest plan crashed a week ago? You didn't even bother to comfort me, neither did you seem worried that we had lost a lot of money. You didn't even try to come up with an alternative or something. It's so unlike...you."Jagger scoffed. He sliced out a piece of apple and threw it into his mouth before looking at her."Did you say an alternative? What was I supposed to do? Point a gun at the Kensingtons and threaten them to transfer their wealth to me? You really think th
76Blood gushed from his head, he staggered and his entire body lost balance.Lyra took a step back, the blood-stained knife in her hand. And as soon as she did, the mighty Jagger slumped to the floor.Lyra watched with shaky breath as he writhed and gasped for air. Fearfully, she watched and could do nothing.His widened eyes looked at her, calling for help. Until finally, he stopped struggling. His eyes remained open, but she could tell they weren't alive anymore. He was...dead.The knife fell off her hand, and only then did she realize the gravity of what she had done. With her bare hands, she just killed her own father. She killed him!"No..." She muttered inaudibly, fear eating her up.Disgust crawled into her stomach, making her throw up instantly in the room. Tears spilled from her eyes as she dabbed her lips and looked at her father's corpse on the floor. How did she become this? How could she become this?"No!" She let out a painful cry. Her anger had gotten the best of her.
Adira knocked on the door of her family's house, her luggages beside her on the floor. As she waited weakly for the door to get opened, she kept blinking back the tears that burnt at the back of her eyes. The door creaked open, revealing her sixteen year old sister. "Mum! Adira is home!" Elara said with a streak of sadism. Since the door was wide open, Adira was able to take a peek into the house and found her family seated round the dining, having dinner. Their faces got lit up with mockery upon seeing her at the door. "Oh... The rejected wife is finally home to her rejected family!" Her twenty-three year old step-sister hooted with laugh, pausing on the meat she had been trying to pieces into several parts. "Dear Adira, you've finally signed the divorce papers, haven't you?" Her step-mother taunted. Her father and step-brother just stayed quiet on the dining, throwing glances at her. With a sniff, Adira picked up her luggages and began rolling it into the old creaky house. He
Jardine stood there like an epitome of beauty, her face calm and innocent. She was richly dressed in a knee-length gown of simmering silk, the fabric hugging her curves in all the right places and accentuating her natural grace and beauty. While Adira glared at her, Jardine's expression remained unruffled. She returned a soft stare at Adira, her blue eyes clear and bright. "What the hell are you doing here?" Adira stepped forward, wrathful veins protruding on her brows. "How dare you even think of coming here?"Jardine sighed, tucking some loose strands of hair behind her ear. "Please Adira, I didn't come here to fight.""So, why are you here? To see my misery? To watch me cry?"There was a brief silence. Then, with Jardine staring down at the floor, she said: "I know you're very mad at me, and I know you must think I'm a bad person. But I want you to know I'm truly sorry, Adira. I'm... I'm so sorry for ruining your marriage. This sounds stupid, I know, but I never thought I'd be so
Adira's eyes fluttered open to the soft hum of machines beeping quietly in the background. The air smelled of disinfectant, and Adira felt the scratchy sheets of the hospital bed under her skin. She was in a hospital? At first, everything was blur and she couldn't make out any details. But slowly, her vision began to clear and she saw the familiar figures of Lancelot and Jardine beside her. What?Adira's eyes widened in realization. No, no, her baby. She gasped as she shifted her hands to her tummy, holding it tight. "What happened to me? Did I lose my baby?" She asked with eyes brimming red. Jardine had a tear trickling down her cheek. "I'm so sorry, Adira. Nobody deserves to go through this."Adira's breath started getting laboured. It couldn't be what she was thinking, was it? Did she lose the baby?Lancelot, who had been sitting next to her, suddenly took her hand into his. "I'm truly sorry. I never wanted to cause you so much pain.""Get me a doctor! Is my baby fine?" Adira