SerenaSerena's entrance into the bar was met with a cacophony of noises and a whirlwind of activities that filled the air. The scents in the room were a mix of alcohol and sweat, with the smoky fragrance of food grilling in the kitchen adding to the sensory experience. The dim lighting in the bar created a moody ambiance, with shadows dancing across the room, adding an air of mystery. The bar was a bustling hub of activity, with patrons engaged in conversations, laughter, and clinking glasses, all blending into a joyful symphony. The jukebox in the corner of the room played lively tunes, punctuated by the sound of glasses clinking and the occasional burst of raucous laughter. The decor of the bar was rustic yet cozy, with exposed brick walls adorned with vintage posters and neon signs that added a unique touch to the ambiance. The wooden bar that stretched along one side of the room was lined with patrons chatting and sipping on their drinks, providing a sense of intimacy. Behind the
Damian was driving towards the airport with a mixture of anticipation and concern. He was going to pick up his cousin Fiona, who held a special place in his heart, almost like a younger sister. As he drove, memories flooded back to him of a time when Fiona's innocence had been shattered by a cruel act of jealousy. Damian couldn't forget the incident that had caused Fiona to leave the country at such a young age. His childhood friend, Marah, had committed an unspeakable act against Fiona that still haunts Damian to this day. They were only fifteen of them at the time and were having a sleepover like any other pair of friends. However, what should have been a night of laughter and bonding turned into a nightmare. Marah, consumed by envy and spite, had taken her jealousy to a new level. In a fit of rage, she had mercilessly chopped off Fiona's long, beautiful black hair, hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall of ebony silk. It was a senseless act of cruelty, driven by Marah'
"Oh, your hair grew back” was the first thing that left Marah's mouth after being silent for a minute or two. poor thinking I thought to himself, Is there a brain in that head of hers at all? How could that be the only thing that came out of her mouth? Dad was there and Mom had just stepped out of the kitchen, the shock on their faces was visible. As Marah's words hung in the air, I felt a wave of frustration wash over me. How could she be so oblivious to the tension in the room? Her shallow comment about Fiona's hair felt like a slap in the face, especially given our history with her. I exchanged a quick glance with Dad, who looked equally taken aback, while Mom's expression turned from surprise to concern. I cleared my throat, trying to maintain my composure despite the rising anger within me. "Marah, what are you doing here?" I asked, my voice sharper than I intended. It took all my willpower not to lash out at her for dredging up painful memories. Marah flashed me a saccharine
Serena As Owen's words hung in the air, Serena felt a surge of panic and unease wash over her. She couldn't believe that he had tracked her down after all these years, especially now that she had finally moved on with Damian. But she knew better than to underestimate Owen's manipulative nature, and she braced herself for whatever he had in store. Summoning all her courage, Serena took a deep breath and met Owen's gaze with steely determination. "I'm sorry about how things ended between us in the past," she began, her voice steady despite the tremor in her heart. "But I've moved on, Owen. I'm with Damian now, and there's nothing you can do to change that." She pleaded with him to let her go and put an end to this twisted game he was playing. "We can still be friends, Owen," she said, her voice softening with genuine concern. "For old times' sake. But you need to understand that I've moved on, and I'm happy now. Please, don't make this any harder than it needs to be." But as she loo
Owen Owen rushed to her side before her head reached the ground. Ignoring the stares of passersby, Owen carefully placed Serena in the backseat and instructed his guard to retrieve her purse. Upon their arrival, Owen wasted no time explaining the situation to the medical staff, his voice steady. The doctors quickly sprang into action, assessing Serena's condition and running a battery of tests to determine the cause of her collapse. As Owen paced anxiously in the waiting room, his thoughts were consumed by Serena's well-being. He couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that gnawed at him, knowing that what he had said earlier had led her into danger once again. As Serena lay unconscious in the hospital bed, Owen's mind raced with memories of their early dates. He vividly recalled the terrifying moment when Serena collapsed after biting into something hard, her body going limp in his arms. At the time, he had been filled with panic and confusion, unsure of what had caused Serena's sudd
After smiling drunkenly for a few minutes, Serena burst into tears. "How could you, baby? How could you kiss me with your lips tasting like blueberries? You know I love blueberries." She jumped on Owen, pushing him into the room. The force of her push made him stumble, reaching out to grab the toilet as he fell. He had been in the shower when he heard her knocking, and all he had on was a towel, now lying on the ground. His bare, slender body was exposed. "Serena, wait," Owen tried to protest, his voice strained with concern. But Serena, still in her drunken state, grabbed him by the balls and pulled him toward the kitchen, navigating every nook and cranny of his house with alarming precision. "Serena, you need to stop," Owen said, his voice a mix of confusion and urgency. "We can't do this. Not like this." Serena, her tears mixing with a look of fierce determination, ignored his words. "Why did you leave me?" she slurred, her grip tightening. "Why did you leave us? You promised y
Owen quickly put on some clothes, his mind racing with anger and suspicion. Who was taking those photos? Could Marah have someone tailing Serena without his knowledge? He had to find out.He dashed out the door, his steps quick and purposeful. The cool night air did nothing to calm his nerves. He headed towards the house next door, where he had seen the camera flashes. His heart pounded as he reached the door and, without hesitation, he kicked it open with a powerful blow.The door flew open, and the first person he saw was a young boy, barely in his late teens, standing there with wide eyes, both scared and defiant. The room was cluttered with computer equipment, camera gear, and piles of paper. The boy’s hands were trembling, a camera hanging loosely around his neck.“Who took the photos of my apartment a few minutes ago?” Owen demanded, his voice a mixture of anger and desperation. “Someone better start talking.”The boy swallowed hard, glancing nervously around the room as if
The Billionaire’s Unexpected Soulmate Melody Part 1: Chance Encounter Chapter 1 .Damian. As I woke up to the chaos of another morning, I couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu in the whirlwind of events that were about to unfold. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the sound of my mother's stern voice echoing from downstairs. Man, it's like clockwork – Mom's on her game already, and the day has barely started. Now, don't get me wrong, my mother, Victoria Blackwood, is an impressive force. A woman of refined elegance and strict principles, she runs our family like a well-oiled machine. As the matriarch of the Blackwood dynasty, she takes her role seriously, making sure I live up to the family's prestigious name. But sometimes, her unwavering pursuit of perfection makes me feel like I'm walking on eggshells around her. Then there's my old man, Charles Blackwood. After retiring from his successful business ventures, he's embraced the whole "live life