Anna's POV
“I have questions…” I told him. “I need to know a lot of things but it feels like you aren't ready to give me a reasonable reply.”
“I will answer but it shouldn't be here or at this period…” Smith said slowly.
“I know,” I tried to express but Smith sounded inpatient. I didn't want to push him more than his limitations.
“It is time to write your statement!” I heard someone say. I raised up my head and saw that it was one of the security guards. I stood up and started to follow the guard but I couldn't go far as Smith held me back. He stood up and looked into eyes , making my heart flutter.
“Let's go together!” Smith smiled at me. I could feel butterflies in my stomach as he led me on. Both of us had only one thing to do. It was to write our statement and go back home to have a lengthy conversation.
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“You have been lying to me for a long time. I am sure I am not the only one. You disguise yourself in the presence of my friends and family. How long have you been doing this? You played with my heart!” I told him the moment we entered the living room together. This was after we finished in the restaurant.
“I would advise that you calm down for a second, okay…” Smith told me calmly. “It will be fine and you just need to believe that! I will explain everything about this but it's not going to be here and it's not going to be now.”
“But that's the same thing you said in the restaurant! I am burning questions and if you really want me not to doubt you, you will have to provide answers to those questions. You bought me a piece of jewelry for ten million dollars when I have been thinking that you're bankrupt. Come on, look at the house we are living in! It makes no sense,” I said energetically. This was too much for me to bottle in.
Smith stopped talking. I could tell that he was frustrated and this made me think about being careful. I would not like us to have a fight here because of a trivial issue. Of course, I knew it wasn't trivial at all. It was a very serious matter.
Smith kept mute and I would have to break the ice here. He stood still without blinking an eyelid.
“Okay, I am sorry for shouting at you but could you explain things to me. Put yourself in my shoes. How would you feel if I bought you a shoe of ten billion dollars and told you that I am also a billionaire?” I asked him spontaneously. This made Smith laugh.
“On a serious note, I would feel betrayed…” Smith said carefully. “It is not about being jealous or anything. It is more about the trust which I have invested in you. I would feel like you have been playing with my feelings!”
“And that is what I am going through!” I exclaimed. “Now, I hope you can see that I am not being like this for no reason?”
Smith sighed.
“I expected you to ask me one question which you haven't asked me. Oh no, it should be two questions. Think about it and tell me!” Smith said carefully. He went to the dining table and opened the fridge. I could see as he opened his mouth agape.
“Nothing is in the fridge!” I told him solemnly. “I can't imagine why a billionaire would live so frugally. It is a great bother for me and I would never be able to get it off my chest!”
“The questions!” Smith exclaimed without paying attention to all I said before. I didn't admire this trait but I let it pass.
“You have been postponing this for a while so I would ask this…” I said carefully. “When would you tell me and when would you tell me about this?”
“Now, that is what I want to hear!” Smith exclaimed excitedly. He left the fridge and got a cup of water instead. I went to join him at the dining table.
“Now, I need answers to those questions!” I told him basically. Smith drank his water and positioned himself to answer those questions.
“I will tell you all about this when we get to our new home. We would be moving today and about the specific time, how about at night after sex?” Smith asked slowly.
I was blown away. The way he simplified this made it look odd. I already had sex a number of times and I wasn't shy since I knew I had a great body. Even still, it was awkward for me.
“What makes you feel like I will dance to your tune tonight? I might never be in the mood for sex tonight!” I told him plainly.
Smith started to laugh. This was quite funny and I laughed as well even though I wasn't comfortable with the idea of having to move today. It was almost late in the evening and I considered this as too much stress.
“You will be in the mood, trust me!” Smith told me and winked at me. All I did was to shake my head at this.
“What gives you the idea? I know that having to move is not an easy task. Before I pack and do other things…” I was saying until I heard a loud honk right at our gate.
Smith smiled.
“You won't need to be stressed by doing the packing. I already have a team who would do that!” Smith smiled. I looked at him in shock now.
“Really?” I asked.
“Get your bag and let's go to our new house. My cover has been blown and here won't be any safe for me,” Smith said. I watched as he got his cardigan and wore it.
He carried my bag as we moved out together. Now, I heard my phone ring and I decided to check i
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It was my stepmother. As I saw this, my heart skipped a beat.
Anna's POVI didn't feel good at all after I got Sally's call. Definitely, she would be calling because of Emily had gotten arrested earlier. I had been expecting her call and it actually came very late. I gazed at my phone as I tried to decide if I should pick the call or if I should not. I gained Smith's attention and he stopped walking. He turned to me and looked at my phone which was where I had my main attention.“Sally!” Smith exclaimed. “That must be your stepmother, right? You could have saved her contact with something more sweet, you know…”“Sweeter than sugar!” I told him plainly. “I am sorry but the last thing I would do is to sugarcoat something that is not sweet. It's an obvious fact that my relationship with my stepmother is not good at all. In fact, I have no good relationship with my biological dad all because of her. She stepped into my dad's life and spoiled things for us!” “I don't think so,” Smith replied. By now, the call had cut on its own. It was more than th
Anna's POVI was about six or seven years old when this incident happened. It tore me apart mentally later so I forgot a lot about this. Before, all I could remember was that it was a sunny afternoon. However, the memory had been triggered and I could remember all that happened. That day, I walking with Emily on our way back from school. Both of us were not close during those days since Sally had always made her hate me. That must have been the beginning of our neverending conflict. I thought.___________“Stop and get me an ice cream, will you?” Emily told me anxiously. Both of us had our school bags and we were going to our house which was not far at all. “Dad told us not to cross the road. We need to keep to this path and when we get home, you can tell mom and she will happily get the ice cream for you!” I tried to convince Emily. I was aware that she was stubborn but I hoped she would listen to me today. “No! You will get the ice cream for me or I will do it myself!” Emily sai
THIS IS WRITTEN IN THIRD PERSON PERSPECTIVEEmily stepped out into the brisk evening air, the weight of her recent incarceration still hanging heavily on her shoulders. The twilight sky was a muted canvas of grays and purples, reflecting her mood as she hesitated at the threshold of the halfway house. She had been here before, not in this exact place, but in this moment of forced new beginnings, feeling the pull of old habits and the uncertainty of the future.A sigh evaded her dry lips as she proceeded towards the entrance. Every step trudged in outright fear and rage.Emily snagged a sight of her mum plopped in the living room. She curled her lips in a breath and pushed the door further. Sally’s eyebrows creased at the sight of her daughter.“Emily!” Sally exclaimed. She rushed towards Emily, hands wide open, her voice flickering with excitement. The whiff of her cologne sped into Emily’s nostrils as they embraced for what felt like an eternity.Sally pulled back, holding Emily at a
ANNA'S POV The morning sun filtered through the lace curtains of my modest suburban home, casting delicate patterns of light across the living room floor. I sat at the kitchen table, my fingers wrapped around a mug of steaming coffee. The aroma was a small comfort as I tried to settle into the new rhythm of married life. The past few months had been a whirlwind, and I was still finding my footing. The sound of the doorbell interrupted my thoughts. I frowned, not expecting any visitors. I rose from my chair and walked to the front door, my heart sinking as I saw who was standing on the other side. My father, Sam, looked older than I remembered, the lines on his face deeper and his shoulders slumped with a weariness that spoke of more than just physical exhaustion."Anna," Sam said, his voice soft and tinged with regret. "Can we talk?"I hesitated, my mind flashing back to the countless times he had let me down, the broken promises, the torture, and the pains he's inflicted on me... B
THIS IS WRITTEN IN THIRD PERSON PERSPECTIVEThe shrill ringing of his phone cut through the silence of the night like a blade, pulling Smith from the depths of sleep into a world of chaos and confusion. His heart thundered in his chest as he groped blindly for the device, fingers trembling with a mix of fear and urgency. With a sharp intake of breath, he finally managed to answer the call, his voice thick with worry."Emily? What's wrong?" The words spilled from his lips in a rush, the sound of his voice barely registering over the pounding of his heart.There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, broken only by the faint tremor in Emily's voice as she spoke. "Smith, please, I need your help," she whispered, the urgency in her tone sending a shiver down Smith's spine. "I'm in trouble. Someone's after me."Smith's blood ran cold at her words, his mind spinning with a thousand terrifying possibilities. Without a second thought, he threw back the covers and leaped out of
ANNA’S POVThe door to the visitor’s area opened with a heavy creak, and I stepped through, my eyes immediately locking onto Smith. My heart broke at the sight of him – the man I loved reduced to this state of utter desolation. I hurried over to him, my movements swift and purposeful, driven by a fierce determination to support him in any way I could.“Smith,” I whispered, my voice choking with emotion as I reached his side. I placed a gentle hand on his arm, trying to offer some comfort through my touch. “I’m here.”Smith lifted his tear-streaked face to meet my gaze, his eyes filled with a mixture of relief and agony. “Anna,” he managed to say, his voice trembling. “I don’t know what to do. I swear I had nothing to do with Emily’s murder. I don’t even know how this happened. You know me too well, Anna. I can’t hurt a fly.”I squeezed his arm reassuringly, my expression unwavering. “I believe you, Smith. I know you didn’t do this. We’re going to find a way to prove your innocence.”S
I wandered through the aisles of the bustling shopping mall, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts about Smith and the nightmare we were entangled in. I mechanically reached for items on my grocery list, my movements automatic as I tried to distract myself from the overwhelming stress of the situation. Smith’s tear-streaked face haunted my thoughts, and I couldn’t shake the image of him in that desolate prison cell.After I paid for my groceries, I stepped into the mall’s main corridor, my mind still racing with plans and possibilities to clear Smith’s name. As I made my way toward the exit, a familiar face caught my eye. At first, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. It couldn’t be her. Emily was dead. But as I drew closer, there was no mistaking it – it was Emily.My heart pounded in my chest as I hurried towards her, my groceries forgotten in the cart behind me. “Emily!” I called out, my voice trembling with a mix of shock and disbelief. She turned at the sound of her name, her ey
THIS IS WRITTEN IN THIRD PERSON PERSPECTIVESmith sat in the waiting area of a sleek, modern office building, the tension in his body palpable. He had come to see one of his last remaining investors, desperately hoping to secure the funds needed to keep his company afloat. Despite the recent revelations about his innocence, the scandal had left deep scars, and many investors were wary of associating with him.The room was buzzing with activity as people moved in and out of offices, their voices a low hum that barely registered with Smith. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, plans, and a simmering frustration that threatened to boil over. He knew the stakes were high; if this meeting didn’t go well, his company might not survive.As he waited, Smith’s eyes wandered around the room, taking in the polished floors, the artfully arranged plants, and the glass walls that offered a glimpse into the bustling heart of the office. He tried to steady his breathing, to focus on the upcoming mee