Rachel settled on the sofa beside George and watched as he ate from a plate of fried turkey. Her mind drifted over to when she first showed up here, she couldn't believe six months had passed by already. George had been good to her, so good to her and she loved him dearly."Why are you smiling and looking at me like that?" George asked, staring at her in wonder.Rachel blinked and laughed "Well, I didn't know you were so appealing. Even when you are eating, you look very enticing"George paused as he felt his cheeks become warm. He chuckled softly."Are you blushing, Mr George Scott?" Rachel said, her words slightly muffled by her laughter."Of course not…" George denied instantly even though he felt his cheeks get warmer. He laughed and looked away, focusing on his food instead. After a minute, he asked, curiosity getting him "Ho—how appealing do I look?"Rachel grinned and winked at him "Very very very appealing. 110%"George felt like his head would blow up. He leaned down and kiss
Rachel couldn't feel her toes. Her body felt stiff and she felt like she couldn't breathe anymore. Droplets of sweat gathered around her forehead and her vision blurred…."Wh—what did you just say?" Rachel asked, her voice coming out like a 'gasp' instead of a whisper. She was sure she didn't hear well. She was probably hallucinating about everything. There was no way she heard him correctly."I said his nickname is 'The Jaguar'. That's what I have heard some people call him in the past" George answered, unaware of the shock Rachel was dealing with at the moment. Rachel closed her eyes, fighting back the sudden tears that tried to spill. She had to hold herself back, she had to be strong. She couldn't let him know the gravity of what he just revealed just yet. She didn't want to believe any of it. There was no way his father was the one who ruined her father's life, right? It couldn't be. Her father had told back then that Morris Scott was a good man. Her father had to be right. How
Rachel walked out of the villa and headed towards the house where she used to live. She had to see Sophia and her mother quickly unless she would lose her mind.She had finally recovered from the panic attack that hit her when George confirmed who his father really was. All thanks to Dr Andrew….She had been looking for an opportunity to see Sophia so she could confirm what the truth really was. Rachel wondered why Sophia suddenly refused to come over to the villa to see her. Instead, she had insisted that Rachel had to come over to see her. That was strange, it felt like Sophia was hiding from something or someone. Sighing, Rachel decided that she would ask her about it later….For now, the only thing on her mind was confirming if Morris was really the mastermind behind her father's downfall. Her heart still ached, but she had been trying really hard to control her emotions, her anger, her rage. Rachel felt so disgusted with herself. If all of this was true, it means she had married
Rachel rested backwards, relaxing on the sofa in the living room and stretched her legs. They ached a bit after folding them for so long. She reached for the book she was reading and flipped over to the next page.She could feel George's eyes on her, watching her as he sat quietly across the living room. Rachel knew she had been acting strange to him lately but she just couldn't help it. If not that she had promised Sophia that she would stay here till the end of 'everything', there was no way she would still be in George's villa.She hated herself right now. For falling in love with him. She hated herself for 'yearning' for him despite everything she had discovered. Why couldn't her body just cooperate with her at a time like this? Was it possible that he didn't know anything about what his father did in the past? Thinking about it now, why didn't he ever try to get her father out of jail all these years? Why did he wait until she married him before investigating her father's case? W
Patricia Anne Scott laid back on the three legged stool she sat on, a sad smile on her lips. Her right hand rested on the 'arm' of the chair, holding tightly to a glass cup with red wine.Her usually straight black hair was scattered around her head, completely disheveled. Traces of her mascara and eyeliner were smeared under her eyes and down her cheeks. She was a sight to behold for someone who 'seemed' to have everything she ever desired. Wealth, the position as a chairwoman of a multibillion dollar company, a son and a husband. She had it all….to any random person.But why did it feel like she had nothing at all? Why did she wake up every day, especially recently, feeling like her world was falling apart? Why did she feel 'used', like someone who has been taken advantage of?Patricia sighed, as her chest constricted in slight pain. Her mind was on the edge today, analyzing and assessing all the events of the past years before she even married Morris Scott. She didn't want to belie
The door to Patricia's bedroom swung open as Nanny Juliet rushed in with the speed of lightning. Her eyes widened in shock as she caught Patricia standing with a knife close to her head"Mrs Patricia…" She yelled in fear, racing towards where Patricia stood. The nanny who happened to be in her early fifties, just a few years younger than Patricia, knelt down at Patricia's feet and held her legs tightly. "...What are you about to do?"Patricia stared down at her, still holding the knife in her hands. Her eyes seemed distant and sad. It was obvious she was trying hard not to just kill herself with the knife. She didn't want to see Morris's face ever again, but at the same time, she wanted to stay alive to get her revenge. She wanted to frustrate Morris as much as she could before dying.Patricia lifted the knife and with her other hand, she grabbed some strands of her hair and sliced it off, smiling delightfully as she watched the 'chopped' strands fall to the ground. She always loved h
"How have you been, father?" Rachel asked after Arthur Reeves came out of his prison cell to see her outside. Her mother, Amanda sat beside her, looking slightly pale and downcast. Her eyes were red from crying and under her eyes were a bit dark from lack of sleep.Her mother had decided that they had to tell Arthur everything that had happened so far. He deserved to know on time, so he would have enough time to process the shock and get prepared for 'justice'.The moment her father walked out and she took one look at him, she wasn't sure if she could bring herself to actually break such terrible news to him. After spending almost six years in jail for a crime he didn't commit, how was she supposed to tell him that the person behind his 'pain' was the man he used to call his 'dear friend'.Surely, it would break his heart. At his age, Rachel did not want the shock of this message to hurt him too badly and affect his health. Most elderly people experiencing 'shock' could have a stroke,
As Rachel and her mother strolled down the road that led to their personal house, she noticed that Sophia's car was parked outside the gate. She was probably inside waiting for them to return.Her mother, Amanda pushed the door open and they walked into their apartment. Sophia rose to her feet and hugged both of them before Amanda strolled to her room to take a nap. "How did the meeting with your father go?""It went well, even though he tried so hard to be strong but anyone could see he was devastated and heartbroken by everything we revealed to him" Rachel answered. Sophia swept her gaze over Rachel as she moved to settle on a sofa. "Take a look at yourself, you look so lovesick. Anyone who catches a glimpse of you would think you just got a divorce."Rachel closed her eyes briefly. She hated the way she had been feeling lately, it was like her mind wanted to believe at all cost that George was innocent, that he didn't know anything about what his father did to her family. She miss