I latch my eyes on the satchels laying in my room, and a familiar sense of this tickles the adrenaline. The last time I saw something like this, it was back in Mombasa, in my condominium, and he was moving in with me. It was sweet and incoherent at the same time. I felt like he was rushing things too hastily, yet deep inside I was over the moon with the fact that in a way, he was all mine. I felt like some magic was forcing him on me, yet I could wrap my finger about what it was.Now as we rack before each other in my room like this, his satchels lounging I'm front of us on the floor, it epitomizes the same sight and elicits the same old feeling, only that this time we are compelled by several factors. This is not out of love for each other nor free will. We need to put on a cogent act before everyone and make it seem and feel real. Leaving the castle isn't an option - I simply can't leave the witches here, and I haven't found solid grounds to kick their asses out. So, instead of the
"Morning!" I greet my phony husband on our first morning in this so-called marriage sham.Contrary to what I surmised, the night in his arms was beautiful. I didn't even turn. I didn't wander away from his candle. I slept like a baby. I hope he did the same too."Morning, wifey! How was your night?" He queries as he turns to face me.As usual, his face is flawless. Not like someone who just woke up. In short, not like me who is saddled by eyebags and still battling to scrape the eye logs. "I haven't slept like that for days." I grumble with all sincerity."Worry no more then, because the bad days are over. I'll make sure you'll have the best nights from now until forever." He says.Forever? I don't remember us incorporating our future into this sham of a marriage."The night would have been phenomenal if only you weren't a sweet mean wife, you know!" "Wait, I a mean?""Aren't you? You made the fucking rules, didn't you?"Aaah, I see! It's about that?"And I remember you didn't even
"Hey, Mrs Almeda!"I lift my head from the computer to the sight of Damian strolling to my side.Mrs Almenda! Mmh, that sounds so sweet, if only it wasn't a sham!"Hi, hubby! What brings you to my office?" I ask as he plants a kiss on my cheek."Picking my wife, or is it my baby?" He teases, sitting on the edge of my table."What do you love calling me? Wifey, wife, or baby?" I ask, resting my elbows on his laps and gazing up at his gorgeous face."Wifey makes me feel like I really own you. I would go with that. But still, baby hits kinda different."Ahem!I know that feeling. That longing to possess something you love so much. I have countless times asked myself, "what if this was real"? What if I just kick my fears and ego aside and give in. Continue our love story. Continue what beautiful thing we had. The love for him never fled my heart even that particular time I felt so mad at him for lying to me. It's still there, even deeper than before. What
We get to the castle feeling all horny and exhilarated. The inkling of him making love to me has never hit me with so much rapture and fascination. It may be because we now do have all the rights to this. No grudges between us, no fear, and nothing absolutely is in our way of getting a kick out of this sweet love. We are free.We park at the parking lot, and after a few kisses, we break away. He is as enthralled as I am. The dark glow in his eyes bleeds just how much he is lusted, and I can't wait to calm that lust."Are you ready for me, baby?" He asks as we stare at each other's eyes under the car lights."I'm so ready, babe. So much ready!" I whisper, feeling my eyes burn with lust."Let's not waste any more time? This tool of mine is already paining with lust." He takes my hand, and guides it to the bulge almost tearing the zipper. I plummet my gaze to ascertain if the rock is as hard and huge as my it feels in my hand and sure, it is. Huge, and hard, yet so
"Nanny Sonnia?" I sob again, my eyes unbelieving of what is before me.She lay flat on the green grass, soaked in blood. If only I didn't know her for years, I would have had an arduous time recognizing her. The brutal red spots on her face - it looks like they are marks of a baseball. The broken wrists and hip evidently denote how much torture she went through before meeting her horrifying death - and this sight, her state right now reminds me of someone, making my heart bleed even more- my mother. My sweet mother! Is there a connection?Flashback.More than 5 years ago."But Papa, an accident couldn't have left my mother with these kinds of bruises on her body. Besides, I saw her when she left for the office this morning and she didn't have those!" I say between sobs as papa and I stare at the woman who is at the blink of death before us in this hospital."The police didn't find anything though, my dear. I would give anything to find the monster that did this to my wife, but the onl
"Better drop the gun down, my child. You do not want to make a blunder that you will forever regret." "First, I have never been your child, because we never got along well from the very fucking beginning, Gracia! And second, I am an adult, capable of taking responsibility for all my actions." "Who said I want an arrogant bitch like you in my family? Don't be delusional.""Yet you bore being around me for more than five years. You never tried to even get along. Why, Gracia?" I ask."Smart brain, Ellie! You are right. There is an incentive for everything I do in my life, which means, there is also a good reason why I condoned your intolerable bitchy self for all these years." She fumes, her eyes glimmering with rage and detest under the night lights.I was right all along! She had a motive, and finally, she has admitted it. "Why, Gracia? What are your fucking reasons?" I fume, dropping the gun from her head."You won't understand." She says."Try me! Maybe for the first time, I will
Sauntering to the castle with Damian on my side, my head is almost exploding from all of today's episodes. It's been like a horror movie with nanny Sonnia's murder as the most traumatic horror episode. The poor woman wasn't faulty of anything! Why did she have to die? I can't get her out of my head, and Gracia's threat is draining me of all the remaining peace in me, and finding these servants perched in the castle like this isn't settling well with my overworked-up self.We have always been caring for these people as more of a family than servants. We have employed more than we needed, just to avoid overworking them because we care. They sleep in absolute comfort, and we feed them well. They dine the same meals as we do. We pay them more handsomely, more than they can ever be paid somewhere else in this nation. We have done so much for them, yet some have the mettle to betray me and side with the enemy? The aftermath of their deception to which has claimed the life of an innocent per
"Alright, Grace. You take care of things over there for now. I'll come over when all this is over." I say over the phone call."Okay, Ellie. Be careful, okay?" Grace says."I will. Uumh, by the way, Grace, did you find anything about your brother's company bankruptcy?" Oh well, things ensued overwhelmingly too fast and I almost forgot about it."I did, but I didn't want to add more baggage. I mean, with all that is happening.""Come on, Grace! I'll always have time for you. So, what did you find out?" I ask."Well, that jerk-ass brother of mine wore down the company to the roots. He is swimming in debts, the employees went on a strike three months ago because he hadn't paid them for six months, and the partners pulled out. The company ceased operation since the workers went on a strike and since he has no way of saving it, so he is dissolving it." Grace explains.Biting too much of what you can chew! Avarice, has its stipends, and karma, is a sweet bitch! He ripped off his only sibli