The morning before the wedding, Paige's lavender hair oil had spilled while she was trying to apply a dash of it on her curls. Some people might have seen it as a bad omen. She, however, just saw it as a minor inconvenience to be wiped off with a piece of sheet, since she was already running late for June's wedding. With everyone probably waiting for her at the garage, she fixed her jewelry quickly.Maybe if she had paid attention to the spilled oil, she would have stayed back? Of course not! That was not even possible.But just maybe she would have been more cautious of her activity all through the day. Yet, who was to say that the exact same fate still wouldn't have found her inside the mansion or any other day she stepped outside. She probably never would have given the oil a second thought if the day had gone like it was supposed to. A peaceful ride to the Yokeshire hotel, a lovely outdoor wedding and a crazy after-party and then back home with Simon, the man she was gradually fa

Tough-Brick knocked and pushed the door to Paige's room open, stepping inside. He met her seated on the bed with a white cloth, wiping her bleeding nose.Her eyes were teary, yet challenging. She looked up at him and hissed loudly."You look terrible." He said. "You shouldn't have tried running away, again." He closed the door gently and came in. "I don't know if it's plain stupidity or you just want to die." "Ple.... Please, what do you want?" She asked, her voice sore from crying."Why do you always have that face whenever you see me?" Dakar asked. "You do know that you're the real definition of beauty. You should try smiling sometime." He added, swinging the shopping bag he came in with.Paige hissed again in absolute annoyance, looking him up from head down, while still tending to her bruised lips which now have a second cut from the two times she had attempted running. She pressed the ridge of her nose together to stop her nose bleed. Anger rushed through her as she thought of th

"Nobody is dying old man. I'm taking her along. A little sunlight will do her skin some good." Ausborn said to Fredo"The skin you bruised? I'm still trying to understand what drives you. How can you lay a finger on that girl? You talk about my death, forgetting that you might die before me and it will all be of your own making." Fredo said to him. "Death is inevitable Fredo. But I'm not dying yet. You have absolutely nothing to worry about. I have Kentley's woman, he won't try anything funny unless he's certain she's safe. So you see, that's an edge I have over him.""Indeed." Fredo replied standing up. He went to the fridge and took a bottle of water. "And you're sure she won't create a scene?""She knows better. I told her already. You have nothing to worry about Fredo, everything is under control. I just need to speak to Ernesto and we'll be on our way. I wouldn't go if it's not important." He said."And he can't come here right?""You know he can't, Fredo.""Hmm, just be careful

He pushed the bodies behind the curtain and forcefully pulled the curtain close, shielding the bodies. He rushed to the bedrooms and quickly threw two blankets at different locations, covering the blood from the bullet holes before letting Paige in.She stepped in with the gruff looking man right on her tail. Dakar cleared his throat. "We're leaving right away." He said to her surprise and pulled open one of the boxes lying close to the center table. "Are you done with your meeting?" Paige asked, noting the coat and hat on one of the chairs. Her eyes scanned the room slowly, the curtain cord was broken, yet the curtain was forcefully pulled to cover god-knows what. There were blankets on the floor which seemed inappropriate to her. Her eyes rested on the edge of one of the blankets and she immediately noted a minute red liquid. She carefully kicked a little part of the blanket aside with her foot, making sure not to be seen and she saw more red liquid, blood!She gasped, swallowing

Paige felt a hand go round her waist. The sweet smell of wood mixed with berries and saffron passed her nostrils..She sighed sweetly, Eyes still half shut."Simon." She murmured."Sunflower." He hummed back, his nose in her hair, taking in the fragrance that always excite his nostrils. Paige spun over, and searched his face in the semi darkness of the room. "You came back to me, in one piece." She moved her hands around his body. Are you okay?""Yes." He replied."Can I turn on the bedside lamp?" "Yes ma'am."She pulled the switch and the faint light came on. "Did you rest well?""Yes, the cook took care of me like I was a baby and she tended to my wounds as well. I saw my new phone and I don't know how, but you got back my SIM card?"Simon nodded. "I retrieved it from a garbage can on the streets." He explained. "Thank you so much." She squeezed his arm gently in reply."Again, I was told I've been moved to the master's bedroom and I've been thinking what I did to get such an early