As Marianne left the restaurant and walked through the quiet streets, she couldn't shake off the mix of emotions swirling within her. The evening with Sam had provided a temporary escape, but the lingering thoughts of Felix and their complicated dynamic persisted. Meanwhile, Felix was there. He saw everything what Marianne and Sam do. He clenched his fists while looking at her; the way she laughed, the way she smiled at Sam, it makes him angry at her. His jaw tightened as he watched Marianne from a distance, his emotions in turmoil. The sight of her with someone else, even if it was just a setup, stirred a strange sense of possessiveness within him. He hadn't anticipated feeling this way, and it fueled the frustration he had been trying to contain. As Marianne walked away from the restaurant, Felix found himself conflicted. He wanted to confront her, to understand why she was seeking companionship elsewhere, but at the same time, he knew he had no right to question her choices. Thei
As Marianne stumbled alongside Felix towards his car, the weight of the night's events seemed to press down on her. The air was thick with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. The alcohol coursing through her veins intensified the turmoil within, making every step feel heavier. Felix, silent and stoic, guided her into the car. The drive home was a tense silence, broken only by the distant hum of passing traffic. Marianne stared out of the window, her mind a chaotic mess of anger, confusion, and a lingering sadness that she couldn't quite articulate. Upon reaching the house, Felix helped her out of the car. The night seemed to close in around them as they ascended the stairs to her door. Marianne fumbled with her keys, frustration evident in each shaky attempt to unlock the door. Felix, despite the tension between them, took the keys gently from her hand. The door swung open, revealing a dimly lit room that mirrored the shadows dancing in Marianne's troubled mind. As they enter
The following day, Marianne woke up with a heavy headache. She slowly got up from her bed and roamed her eyes around. She went outside and found out that Felix cooked something for her before he left the house. The scent of breakfast wafted through the air as Marianne stumbled into the kitchen. There, on the table, was a simple spread prepared by Felix – scrambled eggs, toast, and a cup of coffee. The guilt-laden gesture spoke volumes, a silent acknowledgment of the emotional storm that had transpired the night before. Marianne hesitated for a moment, her gaze lingering on the carefully arranged meal. The silence in the room echoed the remnants of their argument, and the weight of unspoken apologies hung in the air. She picked up the cup of coffee, the warmth seeping into her hands providing a brief respite. As she took a tentative sip, the bitterness of the brew mirrored the lingering taste of regret. The events of the previous night played in her mind like a relentless loop, and
The following days became a silent battleground within the confines of the house. Marianne and Felix moved around each other like strangers, their interactions reduced to the bare minimum. The tension in the air was palpable, and the once-shared spaces now felt like distant territories. Marianne tried to maintain a semblance of normalcy, going about her daily routine with a heavy heart. Every encounter with Felix was laden with unspoken words, and the air seemed to crackle with the unresolved tension between them. As the days passed, Marianne found solace in the routine of her work, throwing herself into tasks as a way to escape the emotional turmoil within the house. The walls seemed to echo with the memories of laughter and shared moments, now replaced by an awkward silence that weighed heavily on her shoulders. One evening, as Marianne sat alone in the living room, she heard a knock on the door. Startled, she opened it to find Nate standing on the doorstep. Nate, with a composed
Back at the Anderson mansion, Felix father, Ramon, seethed with anger as he paced back and forth in his study. The news of Marianne's refusal to comply with his wishes had stirred a storm within him. He couldn't fathom the audacity of this woman who dared to challenge the longstanding traditions of the Anderson family.Ramon's frustration escalated as he contemplated the potential consequences of Marianne's defiance. His mind raced with thoughts of family reputation, the future of the Anderson legacy, and the disdainful whispers that might circulate within their elite social circles.Unable to contain his anger, Ramon decided to take matters into his own hands. He reached for his phone and dialed a number he knew all too well."Anthony," he spoke sternly into the phone. "I need you to come to the mansion immediately. We have an urgent matter to discuss."Within the hour, Anthony, Ramon's secret detective, arrived at the mansion. Ramon wasted no time, his frustration evident in the dee
Marianne was blindfolded once again as she was ushered out of the mysterious location and back into the van. The drive back felt like an eternity, with Marianne's mind in turmoil, grappling with the impossible choices forced upon her. As the van came to a stop, the blindfold was removed once more, and Marianne found herself alone on a deserted street.Her thoughts were a chaotic swirl of emotions. Anger, fear, and desperation clashed within her as she considered the options laid out by Anthony. She couldn't fathom the depths of cruelty that Felix's father was willing to sink to achieve his goals.When she came back to the house, she found Felix was already there at the kitchen as he was eating the food that he just cooked. It was burn and tasteless, a stark contrast to the turmoil boiling within Marianne. Felix looked up, concern etched on his face as he noticed her disheveled appearance."Oh, you're home," Felix said, setting aside his barely touched meal.Marianne forced a weak smil
Marianne took a deep breath and looked at him with teary eyes, "You're so selfish, Felix."Felix, taken aback by Marianne's accusation, felt a pang of hurt in his chest. He hadn't expected her to use such harsh words, especially considering the emotional turmoil she was clearly experiencing. He sighed deeply, his brows furrowing in a mix of frustration and sadness."I'm not trying to be selfish, Marianne. I have my reasons, and I wish you could understand, and I am just following the contract," Felix responded, his voice tinged with a hint of regret.Marianne, her emotions running high, couldn't bear the weight of the situation any longer. She turned away from Felix, wiping away a stray tear that escaped her eye. "I don't want to understand. I just want to be free from all of this.""Why are you doing this to me, Marianne? It's really clear that what we had was all an act, and agreement. But, why are making things so complicated now? And wanted to end things like this all of a sudden?
The following day, Felix just let Marianne to take her time to think and tell him what's going on. Marianne, grateful for Felix's unexpected support, spent the following day wrestling with her inner turmoil. The echoes of their emotional confrontation still resonated in her mind, but Felix's willingness to listen and his genuine concern planted a seed of hope within her. As she paced the living room, her thoughts raced, considering the risks and potential consequences of revealing the truth to Felix. She knew that opening up meant exposing him to the dangerous world orchestrated by Ramon Anderson, but the weight of secrecy was becoming unbearable. Felix, respecting Marianne's need for space, gave her the time and distance she required. He busied himself with household chores, occasionally glancing at the closed door of the room where Marianne was deep in thought. The atmosphere in the house felt heavy, laden with unspoken words and unresolved tension. In the evening, Felix called N