"Oh my God."In front of him, a metal door to a cold-shut chamber pulled open with a thunderous noise. The air from within burst into his face as Leonardo shut his eyes for a second. "Oh my God" Was the next he'd heard and Harold's footsteps drifting further away from him. They were accompanied by the safe's manager who had the key to this century old chamber that was to bear the largest fortune. The scent of cash and wealth filled the air as Harold's pupils dilated at the sight of freshly printed money and minted coins piled upon one another. He turned back to Leonardo who had tried to conceal a shock of his own.His father was this rich.Rich enough to leave all of this behind. "This could be at least a couple million dollars, don't you think?" Harold grasped a bundle, fluttering the edges with his fingers and he tossed it to Leonardo who caught it in the glimpse of an eye. "It doesn't make any sense" He seemed to have a crinkle come between his eyes. His voice was low and his cou
“There’s an opening, Daniel”An arch came between his brows at those words and Dan took a seat in one of the two chairs that were set aside for his date with Jazzy. “What?” He was a little confused but who could blame him actually.“There’s an opening at Marriott, and you’ve already made it clear you want to come back. I want you to as well but not as a supervisor, i want you back as a manager. There’s a recent opening for someone to head the hotel for the time being and i wouldn’t like anyone but you to do it. I wouldn’t trust anyone really” Leonardo’s tone was smooth going and his words were concise, however Daniel was struck by awe as he flattered his lashes to collect the news for a second.“I’m sorry what—head the hotel?” He stuttered.“Yes, for the time being. You’ve stated your intentions to do so for the longest i’ve known you” Leonardo replied but he scoffed. “But i never thought—i mean if i’m heading the hotel, then where would you be?” Dan asked, throwing a look at Jazzlyn
The wave of familiarity flooded her face as soon as she stepped inside the building, alongside a stench of perhaps dust entangled with the nostalgia of home. The keys barely dropped from the locks as she took her bags in her hands but with tears in her eyes, Isabella halted.There was a large photo hanging in the hall of Majorie—when she'd been honored for passing whatever nursing exam that was. But it was not the certificate in her hands that caught her eyes, it was her smile. The large grin that never left those lips up until the moment she passed away.And as she took her next steps, she was drawn to that particular picture. Down the couch, down the dining table until her fingers brushed against the edges and immediately, she was whisked into a memory that forced its way back to her and it was seven years ago—the first day she came to the very place.She'd stood in front of the door for a longing minute and she could remember how nervous she was until the doors pulled away, perhap
Nothing meant an intense sexual encounter than a pair of backs breaking through the front door. The sound of muffled moans and groans, alongside chitters from the clothes between the two of them echoed through the entire room as Joan halted for one second. Her hands had shut the door behind her and Theo was already halfway down his jacket. She was breathless against his lips, in the impulse of the former second, deciding to follow him into his house rather than Freddie’s.Her cheeks were red and hot and his was sharp and shimmering with sweat. “Are you sure you want to do this?” His chest rose and fell and his hoarse voice pierced deeply through her hair. She didn’t know the answer to his question, she doubted she really wanted to do this because it was not even something she went on end planning.But did she need to do this? Yes, Joan needed this. Perhaps for old times sake or just do rid her mind of all the anxiety poisons that sprung from the thoughts of Ivan and Freddie and life
“You can see him now.”“The size of his tumor is increasingly large and a portion of it is pressing into the very sensitive parts of his brain, loss of consciousness amongst even worse memory issues and speech defect could be symptoms that could surface these days” The doctor said, slipping his hands into his pockets while maintaining an optimistic gaze.“Frederick is in an immense pain but he has made it clear where he stands with his options so i’d advise that you accustom yourself to the inevitable” He added and a scoff escaped her dry lips. “And what is that? Say goodbye?” Joan asked as she rested the weight of her body on the arms she folded.“I don’t advise a lot of people” The doctor replied.“But you’re a face i haven’t really seen around here. Frederick always mentioned you and i’d hate to see either have any regrets” Holding firm his files with one hand, he strode towards her shoulders. “He’s in Ward B on the left, he should be awake now” He concluded before drawing his voic
With her eyes set upon the open cabinet, Isabella heaved a sigh before pulling away. And rather than coming back to the parlor with a fresh cup of coffee, she had in her hands a bottle of leftover booze instead which she passed across to Christian.He did collect it but with an unsure scoff.“Haven’t done much shopping since i arrived. You’re going to have to manage that” Isa sniffled through her nose and then ran her hands through her hair. Christian darted his eyes around the empty room and there was a brief moment of silence between them.She sank into the couch right across from him and their eyes locked as he sipped a mouthful of the alcohol. “How long have you been here?” He had a stint of concern in his voice which she’d recognized and Isa didn’t appreciate.“Look, i need you to leave. You said coffee and i don’t have coffee” She got defensive, standing up to cling to the curtains, from where she could see the heavy snow pick up in a storm. Her feet pressed against the grounds
Dear Isabella,My Bella. If you’re reading this then you’ve probably come back to our Riverdale Home and in a fit of rage have destroyed the vase in which this letter was hidden or whatever. My guess is that whenever you’re reading this, i’m no more. Or maybe i sent you to get it but that’s a totally different scenario. However, whenever it is be it two years from now, or five years from this moment that i’m sitting right next to this blazing fireplace, trying to find the right words to pen my thoughts—trying to find the right way to the say goodbye. Whenever it is, i hope that it’s not too late, i hope it’s time.Time for you to know the truth.At least it’s close. You were always like Emily, your mother and there was barely any difference between the both of you. It’s such a shame things happened the way it did. But i’m glad i got to raise you for the most of your life as well. Please understand it’s much harder for me to write this.For the past few weeks, i’ve stared below at a
The sound of the alarm blared through his ears, forcing him to jolt awake.“Fuck this” Was Leonardo’s usually morning mantle the few moments before he stepped out of bed. His morning was a routine—cleaning up, dressing for work and waiting by the porch for his driver in his Mercedes.Only a few minutes later would he alight at the portico of the large building that was his hotel and when he pushed through the doors, he was met with a worrisome expression across Harold’s face. “I got your message” He said, turning in the same direction that he walked.“About a meeting?” Harold said in a questioning tone and before Leonard walked into his office, he turned to exchange a glare. “You don’t look alright” Harold noted and a sigh escaped his lips. “That’s because someone’s trying to kill me” He accused, throwing off his bag and then running his hands through his hair. Both their eyes met, during the time which a scoff escaped Harold’s lips hoping it was a joke.“What?”“Someone’s fucking tr