FridaThe next morning, I wake up to the sound of Stanley's gentle snoring. I smile to myself, feeling a deep sense of warmth in my chest.I remember the events of the previous night. Stanley told me what happened to Molly, but it seemed that he didn't want to tell me the entire story.I turn my head to look at him, taking in the sight of his peaceful expression as he slept. I slowly untangle myself from his embrace, careful not to wake him up. I make my way to the kitchen, start a pot of coffee and take a seat at the table, lost in thought.The thought of not knowing the whole truth makes me uneasy, but at the same time, I want to stay patient.I sit here and keep wondering about Stanley's past and the things he had hinted at. What kind of bad things had he done? And how had they led to Molly's murder?My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of footsteps."Good morning, sunshine," Stanley announces. He looks a lot more cheerful than the night before."Good morning," I reply with a s
StanleyI couldn't wait to finish everything at the office and head back to Frida. The thought of her waiting for me back home fills me with thrills.I can't wait to kiss her and embrace her again. Maybe we stay in bed and watch movies all night.I slip the key into the lock and push the door open. I am surprised to find Frida standing in the middle of the room, tense and alert. She looks almost scared.I figure out instantly that something is wrong. "What's happened?" I ask, stepping towards her."I just...I did something I shouldn't have done, but now I have questions," Frida says, her voice trembling.I move closer to her, feeling the tension in the air thickening. "What did you do, Frida?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.Her eyes meet mine and she takes a deep breath. "I went through your computer," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know it's wrong, and I'm sorry, but I found something that I need to ask you about."My heart drops. I hadn't expected this. I f
FridaI take a deep breath before stepping out of my car and onto the pavement. A week after the conversation I had with Stanley, I decide to visit Madison and the kids again. "Frida!" Madison exclaimed, her face lighting up with joy as she opens the door for me. She stepped aside to let me in. She is carrying one of the quadruplets on her waist, but I couldn't tell which one."This one is Jonas," Madison says and laughs as she can read the confusion on my face."One day I will figure this out," I chuckle back at her.Looking around, I see three sets of eyes staring at me curiously. I smile at the other three boys, bending down to get a better look. They are all wearing matching outfits, and I can't help but chuckle at their cuteness."I had a nice, long talk with Stanley the other day," I tell her after we settle down.Madison raises an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? What about? Are you two getting married?" she asks.I laugh. "What? No! We barely started dating!""Then what did you talk about?
Stanley"How could you let this happen!?" I roar at Victor."Me? What the hell are you talking about, Stan?" Victor glares at me. "Are you blaming me?""Yes, I am blaming you. Your enemies nearly killed Frida and Madison. And my nephews!" I cry out."What the fuck, Stanley. You are acting like I don't care or something. Madison is my wife and those are my children. Don't you think I was just as worried?" Victor frowns.I sigh. "Alright, yes. I am not being fair. We call came into your life knowing the risks. But, did you find out who attacked them?"Victor's expression softens as he nods. "Yeah, I did. It was the Crimson Serpents. They wanted to send a message and take me out of the game."My heart sinks at the news. "Now, what will happen?"Victor's eyes meet mine, determined. "We strike back. Harder and faster than they ever expected. We will show them that we are not to be messed with.""Let me know if you need my help," I say.Victor looks at me with surprise. "Stanley, I let you
StanleyI am nervous about meeting Frida's parents. What if they hate me?No, that's crazy. Why would they hate me for no reason? I am worried about this for nothing.Today is the day I am supposed to meet them for dinner, and my heart is pounding against my chest. As I arrive at Frida's parent's house, I can feel the sweat starting to bead on my forehead. I take a deep breath and try to compose myself before ringing the doorbell.Frida answers the door and smiles at me. "You are here," she says.I chuckle nervously. "Why wouldn't I be?""For a moment, I thought you wouldn't show up," Frida says, grabbing my hand and pulling me inside."That's crazy," I laugh again. "I am looking forward to this."I step inside the house, and my nerves heighten. I look around, taking in my surroundings. Their house is nice and cozy.There's a warm fire in the fireplace and the table is set up for four."My mom is in the kitchen. I'll go get her. Why don't you have a seat?" Frida tells me.I sit down a
Stanley"I wanted to be sure."I whip my head toward Frida, who is standing by the door. She walks over to us slowly, her gaze cold."Frida," I whisper, my voice trembling.She nods, her lips set in a grim line. "I knew about Molly all along, Stanley. What did you do with her body?""What do you mean you knew about her?" I say. My head is spinning. What the hell is going on?Frida takes a deep breath and looks me in the eye. "I'm Molly's younger sister," she says finally, her eyes filling with tears.For a moment, I just stand there, too stunned to say anything. Frida and Molly were related? How had I not noticed before? "When you and Molly started dating," Frida continues, her voice shaking with emotion. "I was only six years old so I never got to know her before...before she was gone." "Six years old?" I raise my hand to stop her. "I knew you were younger, but I didn't know you were twelve years younger than me!" I groan. "Our age difference is the least of your problem now, Stan
FridaI had always been a person of action. I had never been one to shy away from a fight. And this, I have decided, is a fight I am willing to wage. I want to make Stanley pay. Stanley had betrayed Molly, the girl he claimed to have cared about. Her only sibling. And now, I am hellbent on retribution, and nothing can stop me.After recognizing him at Madison's house, I tried my best to pretend that I had a crush on him. It was easy to do. I adopted the guise of a vulnerable, unsuspecting girl who had recently caught Stanley's attention. I understood that in order to win his trust, I had to make him believe that I was enamored by him.My friendship with Madison isn't fake. I truly like her. But deep inside, I felt rage against Stanley. Every time I saw him, I wanted to rip his heart out.My act of pretending to fall for Stanley was a calculated risk, but in the end, the truth came out. There were times when I was truly attracted to him and it distracted me, but I have managed to ov
StanleyI should be mad.There I was, slowly falling in love with this amazing girl, and now, the girl is holding me hostage. This whole thing is absolutely insane.But I don't feel angry at all. Instead, I feel sad knowing that Frida hates me now. Or did she hate me from the beginning? Was there anything about our relationship real?After sitting in this chair for what felt like hours, I hear footsteps coming down the wooden stairs. I quickly shift in my chair, hoping it's Frida. I smile as I see her. Her hair looks messy and dark circles are prominent under her eyes."Hey," I say softly. Frida doesn't say anything and simply stands in front of me. Silence fills the room."Frida," I begin. "I know you must hate me now. But I know that we had something. Something real."Frida's expression hardens. "I was only pretending to like you."My heart drops at her words. I feel a lump in my throat. How could she say that? How could everything we had just be a lie to her?"I don't believe you,