As we strolled down a long and narrow pathway adorned with flowers that guided us towards one of the quarters, I kept scanning my surroundings, hoping to catch sight of Brandon. However, he remained out of sight. The magnificent estate stood in stark contrast to anything I had seen in Malmö."Good day, ma'am," a voice greeted us from behind, and we turned to find a strange woman in her late fifties, dressed in dirty clothes, her hands clasped tightly between her legs and her head bowed. She appeared quite unhappy. I noticed a sudden spark of joy in Rachel's eyes, although she didn't let it show on her face."Just go inside and wait for me," Rachel calmly instructed, pointing towards a cottage that stood in the garden a few feet away. However, the woman stood still, refusing to comply."Susan, please go and wait for me!" Rachel insisted."Are you sure I will see my granddaughter on Sunday morning?" she pleaded in a distraught tone. Rachel glanced at Vera and me before returning her gaz

It was our Bachelorette night, and I found myself sitting on an elevated platform in the ballroom of the estate, surrounded by a few friends. However, my mind was unsettled, and it felt as if my heart was being torn apart. Tomorrow, I will be marrying my kidney donor. An event which should have brought me joy, but it didn't. Instead, I found myself continuously staring at the door and gazing out the window, almost hoping that Emma would emerge from the shadows, even though her presence wouldn't change the fact that I was getting married and would never be with her. As the night deepened, it became clear to me that I was asking shooting stars for a dance in the daylight where wishes shy away from the sun's truth. Like, I was dreaming of snowflakes in the desert of reality where wishes melt before they touch the ground. I couldn't bear the severe pain any longer, so I stood up and decided to head to my mother's estate. Two of my trusted bodyguards followed me, while Colonel Jared

With the domestic worker tag pinned to my chest, I managed to navigate the security personnel without any interrogation. As I ascended the spiral staircase, I pondered on the best approach to enter the bedroom."Good evening," I greeted the vigilant bodyguards. They remained silent and fixed their serious gazes on me."I've… been sent by the boss to check on the worker in his room," I faltered, my eyes narrowed involuntarily because I lied. "Did he provide you with the entrance password?" one of the bodyguards inquired."N… no," I replied, my voice trembling slightly."Leave here immediately!" bellowed one of the bodyguards, rising from his seat and moving towards me as if he intended to forcefully eject me down the staircase."Oh, I… almost forgot, he… did give me the password," I stammered, determined to attempt the password that Brandon consistently used across all his possessions. If the password failed, I would raise the alarm. That was my plan."Enter the password there," the b

After spending hours relaxing in warm water, I began to feel better. I climbed onto the bed and began to recall everything that had happened earlier with a pang of desire. A smile curved my lips as I remembered how successfully Rachel's plan had been foiled. However, a terrifying realization washed over me when I remembered that I was ovulating and had no access to a plan B. "Oh, my God!!" I exclaimed, standing up from the bed and frantically searching for our phone. I found it hidden where Vera used to hide it, to prevent Rachel from taking it away. I quickly connected to the estate's WiFi and attempted to call Denzel through his social media messenger. However, it appeared that he was offline. I tried again in the early hours and this time Denzel picked up. "Baby boss, you need to leave the estate immediately," Denzel said urgently. "Why?" I asked, concerned. "Rachel just confirmed that Brandon raped one of his workers and murdered her to cover it up," Denzel burst into laughte

Brandon Henderson's Narrative "Mornin'," Richard said as soon as he entered my private lounge, holding two glasses of beetroot juice. He had just come from the gym and his body was all sweaty and shiny. He placed one glass of beetroot juice on a small table next to the lounger I was lying on. "I wasn't surprised when you didn't show up at the gym this mornin'. Knowing' last night was your honeymoon," Richard chuckled and plopped himself on the sofa. I was deep in thought and so I did not utter a word. Richard took a sip from his glass and fixed his eyes on me. "What's up, buddy?" Richard asked. "Today is the saddest day of my life. Last night, while I was havin' a good time, even though I was completely wasted, I felt like I was in freakin' paradise and I never wanted it to end. But, wakin' up this mornin' and findin' out that I fucked one of my wife's servants, it just brought so much sadness to me," I mumbled. "Oh, my goodness! This is unreal. Tell me it didn't happen!" Richar