“He left already?” I asked in disbelief.“Yes, Master Bradon left earlier this morning,” she replied with a regretful smile.“Where did he go? Never mind that. When is he coming back?” I asked as I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration.“I’m sorry but he did not say anything when he left,” she replied softly.“I knew it…” I muttered under my breath.Despite what happened last night, today turned out to be a repeat of the many days prior to it. Brandon was gone and I had no idea when he would be coming back. I cursed myself that I didn’t even get the chance to ask him for his phone number. Then again, I couldn’t quite imagine myself asking for it when he was grinding his cock against me on the bed.This is a disaster…“Tell him that I’m not going to sleep tonight until he comes back!” I declared loudly.“I will do that, My Lady,” Jenna said before smiling at me.I slumped down onto one of the chairs at the dining table although I had absolutely no appetite for breakfast. While
The procedure was way too simple for ending someone’s life. The announcer reads out the name of the person as he or she is dragged in. By that time, the person has either been drugged or tortured to the point where he or she can no longer resist. Nothing dramatic like a shot to the head would take place; instead, the executioner would use a cleaner and easier method of injecting a lethal substance into the veins of the person. It was a method that the cleaners truly approved of compared to other methods involving bloodshed.Over the years, with the use of money and influence from the Alnault family, keeping the disappearance of people under wraps felt effortless. As the session was approaching its end, my phone started vibrating where it was placed close to my hand on the table. The name of my loyal maid appeared on the screen. If she was calling me, it had to be something urgent.“What is it?” I asked when the line connected.“Master…the thing is…” Jenna spoke through the phone hesit
**Days before the Wedding**It all started when my phone vibrated in the pocket of my pants. The casino felt extra lively on that day, and everything seemed to be progressing smoothly. Anthony gave me a call last night asking if I was free to have dinner with him. Unlike his usual self, Anthony sounded worried and a little anxious as he spoke to me on the phone. Although I wasn’t certain, I could sense that there was something that he wanted to talk to me about that couldn’t be said on the phone.I reached for my phone while half expecting the call to be from my brother. The name displayed on the screen of my phone was one that I dreaded. I connected the line without saying a word of greeting because it wasn’t necessary.“Where are you?” my father’s voice asked through the phone.“The East casino…” I replied.“It doesn’t matter. Come over here right now,” my father ordered impatiently.The impatience in his voice bordered panic and that made me sense that something was wrong. My eyes
When I was younger and knew less about the world and how relationships between people were supposed to function, I had thought that it was normal for a parent to ask for favors from their child. For the life of me, I cannot recall a conversation with my father where he didn’t want or needed something from me. It was when I grew up that I realized that it wasn’t normal, and that the conversations that my father had with Anthony were different. At the same time, I realized that my father had no other reason or desire to have any other kind of conversation with me. As time passed by, the things I thought were requests turned into commands.I wasn’t sure how I felt at the time, but I was surely not at all surprised. It was as if deep down, I had always known that my father and his wife and the entire Vulkan family did not give a damn about me or my mother. Just as my father would only appear from time to time at our house during the dead of night to seek comfort from my mother’s body, he
“Never! We can never do something like that. We’ll be ruining Antony’s life! Can’t you see? If anyone finds out about this, Anthony can never return to his life as normal. He won’t be able to take over the company and his engagement to the Alnault family will definitely be cancelled,” Anetta shrieked before her voice broke.“That’s right. The shareholders won’t accept it, and even if he recovers, they will doubt his capabilities in leading the company and the Vulkan family. The Alnaults will definitely think the same way if not worse and we can’t have that. No matter what, no one is allowed to find out about this,” father readily agreed with his wife.“Please…please do this for Anthony. My son really needs your help. We need your help,” Annetta begged with tears in her eyes.The painful look on her face made me feel nauseous with disgust. I would rather she be screaming like a mad woman and hitting me with her small fists just like she did when I was a boy. That version of her, I felt
“Desperate times call for desperate measures. Isn’t that what they say?” Alfred said with a pleased smile on his face.“Nonsense. Dahlia left this country many years ago,” I reminded him.“You should fire whoever is gathering information for you since it’s clear that he’s slow and not on top of things. Dahlia is back. In fact, she arrived just today,” my father revealed as his calculating smile widened.Dahlia is back…Why did she choose to come back?Why did you come back here, Leya?I knew immediately that my question was a foolish one. Dahlia didn’t choose to come back; she came back because she didn’t have a choice. Even after being disowned by her family and all that they have done to her, she is nothing more than a pawn in her parents’ game for power. If there was a reason that would compel her to return to this country, it would be because of her sister and nothing else. It was strange how I felt like I understood her and what she was thinking so well. Perhaps it was because th
Just as always, Jenna was bossy and loved to nag at me until I did things the way she wanted. There were times that I found her annoying, but I have always appreciated all that she’d done for my mother and me.“Where is she?” I asked flatly.“You can come here and see for yourself,” she replied.Before I could respond, Jenna began pulling on the sleeve of my suit. There was no way that an old and frail woman with such a small frame could manage to drag me along with her, but I found myself following her willingly as she led the way into the mansion. Dahlia truly saved me the trouble of looking for her. One step through the doorway and I could already see her.“She fell asleep here while waiting for you…” Jenna reported with a worried look on her face.That worried look as she looked at Dahlia quickly transformed into a disapproving glare when she directed her gaze at me. I let out a sigh when I realized that Jenna was determined to make me out to be the bad guy in this situation. Alth
After that night, Bradon hardly ever came home, and soon enough, I realized that he had his own bedroom located somewhere unbeknownst to me in the mansion. He never spent the night with me after that first night to my utter relief. Just thinking that I had sex with him that night made me feel very conflicted inside. The discomfort and tightness in my chest that accompanied my thoughts of that passionate night that we shared made me lock that memory away as I willed myself to forget all about it.“Can’t you put me down any gentler?” I asked sarcastically after he had practically dumped me onto the bed.Although he made sure to carry me all the way to my bedroom, Bradon showed no interest in me after he was done with the task. Once again, I had no idea what he was thinking. I watched in confusion as he stared at me silently before turning to leave.“Wait! We need to talk,” I cried out desperately as I reached my hands out to grab his arm.Before I knew what I was doing, I had already gr