" And the casino owners? They hadn't even gone looking for you and you were at their doorsteps, offering yourself instead. It doesn't look like you were cleaning after me. It looked more like you were desperate to be taken." " I hate you, Amanda." He spat..So, he knew. I guess he had also uncover
Yara. "Here, open it." I threw the folder at him, before turning towards his son.. " Jake wasn't sick before. But now? I have given him what he has been craving all along." I spat, my tone dripping with disgust as I looked at Jake. Well, if he looked worse before then I didn't know how to descri
Yara It was not after he chewed the whole pill that I finally took a step away from him, a small smile dancing on my lips as I looked at his expressionless face. I bet he wasn't going to remain expressionless for long. " When should his condition start improving?" There was expectation on his f
Yara "Your husband is right, Rosa," I whispered, wearing a saccharine smile, mischief dancing in my eyes as I took deliberate steps towards her. " Or should I say, Amanda?" I added, whispering the Amanda part so that she was the only one who heard and her face went pale as she heard the name.
Yara. Gone was the once vibrant and lively youth who came to pick me up at the airport on my first day in the capital. Seated on the bed, he looked deathly pale, sickly, and his gaze unfocused. Gone was his signature, rich heir aura, and looking at him, I was having a hard time linking to the
" Then how about your life, Uncle Smith. " I asked, sounding dead serious and his face went pale with horror. " Yara? You...you.. What are you talking about?" He stuttered, losing his eloquence, his voice shaking from all the fear and I have to admit, that was quite satisfactory to watch. " How