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Maya had a book in hand and sat in the manor's garden, reading through words but still not taking anything in, staring at the brown paper and caressing printed words, but no matter how she tried, her head was still not in it.She couldn't still believe she was in this situation; how in the hell did she even find herself here? A stupid piece of paper with her signature on it ruined her life.She sighed, dropping the book beside her, and wondered what would happen if she left and what was in the papers. But then a man who could waylay the president wasn't someone she wanted to mess with. He was going to destroy her without blinking.Maya stood up, pacing while touching flower petals and blooms. She must admit, Derinem did an excellent job in this garden, turning it from clumps of bushes into something that could make your mouth drop staring at its mashup of colors.He was gone. She had to swallow the bitter truth; he tried to help her, and she ruined everything by roaring allegiance to p
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He pushed the papers back into their drawers, hoping to clear his desk before he left this workplace; he needed the air of the outside world anyway. He felt Luca's eyes on him and faced the black orbs, frowning, "What are you looking at?"Luca shrugged, "Nothing much.""good. Didn't want to hear anyway.""You're getting Gretta worried being in this place twenty-four seven," Luca said it anyway, "and you know how she gets when she's worried."Derinem pushed the last pen into the drawer, shutting it, "she's worried I haven't told her how Damon fares.""You're overthinking it," Luca sat up straight, knowing he had brought up a sensitive topic; he could see the pain spreading on Derinem's face."I know, right," he smiled, taking his fingers through his hair, grabbing the glass again, and heading to the booze; he raised his refilled cup to Luca, "sometimes I know I hide from her; what if she reads on my face what happened to her granddaughter?""You have to forgive yourself first, Derinem.
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She sat back against the leather seat, feeling freedom's air coming through the window, a little smile on her face. It would be a few hours of laughter before she returned to the manor. She missed Abby anyway; even a minute would be something with her. She only hoped it would be at her place, so they stayed up telling each other dry jokes and boring life stories.She smiled again, looking forward at the cab driver, who hadn't said anything since she entered. In the mood for small talk, she asked, "Where are we going too?"He didn't answer for seconds, maybe annoyed that she wasn't letting him do his job peacefully. "She says it's a surprise."Sorry, ma'am, I don't want to lose my pay."She nodded, feeling thrilled already. Abby always did that anyway, knowing how much she couldn't stand being anxious, and she was constantly teased about it by Abby.She looked down at her full yellow skirt and white top, simply styled so Maestro didn't suspect her too much, but she noticed the discomfor
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The chatterers weren't stopping, even though most were jotting notes on their pads, but it seemed they still had many other questions to ask. And the good Don was all ready to answer whatever it was.She held his arms, whispering, trying to hold back tears, "Maestro, no, please."He turned to look at her, his palms on the side of her head. "I hope you had a nice time with Abby, Maya.."She shook her head, her voice heavy. "I swear it's not what you think."He turned to the press, the smile on his face, and he walked away, pulling her along with him, not rough enough for the press to see, just enough for her to feel his rage.She hurried to keep pace with him, but the heels weren't helping much."Smile!" He orderedAnd she did just that, except it was so raggedy that she, too, didn't trust how her face looked."Maestro, listen to me; it's not what you think; I swear, I was set up.""I noticed. Those boxes look like yours, Maya."She gasped as he pressed his fingers, making her wince, "S
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"What do you mean she ran away?" Damon pressed the phone to his ear, his eyes blazing but the sound of his voice as calm as ever."Capo, she cut herself, and I...""You had just one job; take her to the manor.""Capo I...""Find her, George; you have twenty-four hours," he ended the call, glaring at the wall and finally up to the painting sitting pretty yet wild.And she just kept testing him.***********Her fingers twitched at the same time she felt her lashes flutter. Even in her unconsciousness, she could feel the strangeness of the atmosphere.Maya squinted in a yellow-illuminated room. What appeared to be stranger was the ceiling, which felt closer to her face than usual.Her lids snapped fully open, and her eyes met the far end of the small room; seeing no blue-colored walls and a thoroughly white, shining bulb, she frowned. Where were the silky, dark curtains?Sitting up, she winced as her wrist sent shooting pains into her body, making her eyes blur with tears. She fixed all t
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You Can Run But... Death's Bride
She sat on the car seat, gazing out the window as the road became familiar. The morning was suddenly cold and uncomfortable, and her stomach was churning and burning at the thought that she was returning to him.Sure was the worst way to get your hopes smashed to pieces; she shut her eyes so she couldn't feel the car swerving back to the manor.But it only made her feel the burn on her cheeks the more, and it felt sore against the car that she had to sit up, forcing her neck to stay still.This was the shortest journey she had ever been on, even though the quickest route was taken. When Maya saw the gate of the manor, she retreated into her emotionless self. It was the only part that could survive him.He was on the patio waiting, and when he saw the car drive by, he only stood by, watching the car park to the side of the compound.George came down, buttoned his suit just fine, and came over to open the door for her. His hateful eyes met hers as she stepped out of the car, praying she
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"Smile a little, Madame, you see as you walk to your funeral," Lina said, wholly frustrated with Maya, who refused to smile after her makeup was done, staring straight at the mirror and ignoring the beauty she reflected. All she could see was him, inhaling him wherever she went, his aura enveloping her like nature's air. It had been three days since she was dragged back to the manor—three days of preparations and constant questions, most of which she didn't answer, leaving the planners perplexed about how to carry out Don's order of "Whatever Donna says." Three days of him staying out and she staying in, barely eating anything and staring out the window into space, her thoughts racing like a freight train. Good thing he was never around these days, even when Maria had come over-excited at the prospect of a wedding with the news that Gretta and Derinem had sent their apologies for not being able to come. Was she relieved? Yes, she was; it was a lot of solaces. She couldn't imagine
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