They heard her wheels squeaking as Lina pushed her away from them, leaving them in the silence that filled the room, sprayed with guilt and regret.Derinem raked his hand through his sweaty hair, staring at the gun, feeling empty and shaken. He couldn't believe that after everything he and his father did to cover Leona's death, Greta had still found out. That she found out from them made it even more unbelievable.All the rage he felt melted like butter on heat; this wasn't how it was supposed to go! Like, why on Earth did everything have to go wrong?He raised his head to see Damon struggling to stand up on his feet and collapsing back on the floor, fingers caressing his wounded face.Derinem looked down at Damon's wounded chest, which was bleeding so much he was wondering how he was still focused enough."You need medical attention right now," he pointedly told him before he grimaced at the pain."Mind your own damn business, man!" He retorted, "I hate when you do that shite; nobody

She couldn't sleep that night, her eyes staring up at the ceiling, her dreadful mistake replaying in her head. She had discarded the dress, burning it right in the middle of the kitchen, the taste of his lips still on her tongue, sweat trailing down her face.Sweeping the ashes off, she had walked up to the manor, feeling more like the darkness. What had she done?! What was she thinking? How did she become so horrible?She had sat under the shower, the hot water burning her skin and trailing down her body. She wanted to wash off the memory, but with the way it appeared, making her gasp, it would be hard to do.She had curled up on the bed, tossing and turning, fear and terror tearing at her skin. Her fingers holding her nightdress to herself, Maya thought she could see death staring at her in the face.If maestro ever found out... She gasped. No, he wasn't going to. No one was going to know.And what if you get pregnant, her head chided...She caught her breath and immediately sat on

Maya glared at her friend in front of her, chewing the toppings on a doughnut and humming like they had not just come out of the bathroom with a pregnancy stick with two bright lines. They were in Abby's sitting room now, and since they were out, Abby never spoke a word to her except to send her nervous, concerned glances while feasting on the doughnut. And it was beginning to get on Maya's nerves. "When did you begin to notice this change?" Maya asked, surprised at how calm her voice was when screaming internally. Abby shrugged. "Three weeks ago, when you cleared my doughnut and yours, I wanted to remind you it was chocolate. " Maya remembered, and she paused before continuing to pace. "And you couldn't tell me, Abby? What if he had found out?" "That would have happened if I told you," Abby explained between mouthfuls. "You freak out on everything, and he might read it on you." Maya covered her shaky palms with her fingers, inhaling deeply. "But girl," Abby's mouth dropped aga

""He told me the reason I had no daddy was that I use an inhaler, momma." Even on his sick bed, Milo was still fuming: "Momma, he pushed me first."Maya glared at her last son, wondering what to do with him. The other two stood beside her, each with sand in their dark hair; their uniforms were messy. But apart from that, there didn't seem to be any injury to them.Except for Milo, who suddenly ran out of breath as dust rose in the air due to the fight.They were pounding on their classmates' heads.Maya winced. No amount of apologies could clean that up."That wasn't what your teacher told me..." She wanted them to know she was furious at them. "Milo, you don't go punching people in the face; you're not a barbarian, ""But mom," Zayne's voice came up, "he said his mommy calls us bastards."Maya winced, "What do you know is a bastard? Huhn?"Sneaky Milo knew this was his time to jump in and bombard her with questions she swore she would never answer."He said it was someone without a f

Sergio drove down the roads, fingers tapping against the steering wheels, in tune with the beat coming from the car.His head nodding to the sound of the music, he couldn't believe the happiness surging through him.It was evident he was now Don's favorite man, and soon he could be next to Don as his second in command, replacing George.He knew Don was still angry at George, and sometimes it was surprising how George was still alive even after letting Don's wife escape from his fingertips.It would take a very long time for Don to forget the betrayal, and though it would never happen, he still couldn't sit down and watch George weave his way back into Don's favor again.He would do everything in his power to stop that from happening.Right now, he knew he only needed a situation to show the Don that he was all for him, ready to do his will and prepared to be entrusted with his trust and confidence.But Don always had everything under control; he was a perfectionist who believed he coul