AlkiraI stop at the corner shop and bought a bottle of water, then I took a seat on the bench. I had just finished exercising and I feel exhausted. I havenโt exercised in a long while. Like two years โฆ It was a good way to get my mind open about doing something evil to William, but all I could think about was something silly. I shouldnโt even be thinking about doing something to him, since Iโm technically dependent on him. Ugh โฆ I donโt even know what to do right now. Heโs so irritating and judgmental. Without trying to know the real reason I married him he just jumped to the conclusion of me being a whore โฆ But then again, why wouldnโt he? If his mother didnโt put Kate in the hospital we would have never crossed paths. I would have continued my studies. I let out a sigh.โHello, Alkira, right?โ I look up at the nice piece of chocolate standing in front of me. His blue eyes glistened at me, not to mention his gorgeous smile. My heart immediately stopped. Literally. Heโs probably the s
AlkiraThe sun was perfect today. Not too hot. Just perfect. It was peaceful to listen to the calmness of the sea as it rushed upon the shore and touch the tip of my toes. I needed the time to think. To think about what I need to do to Zane. Or not do. I hate the good side of me, because each time I come up with something, itโs either stupid, or I decide against it. After all, Iโm the reason heโs the way he is. I had thought maybe he would be nice to me, but I was wrong. I can see the hatred in his eyes whenever he looks at me. Itโs like Iโm a rotten piece of meat that stinks. I fail to understand how people work with him.I got up from the sand and went to take a dip in the water, and itโs like the universe decided against my alone time because Zane approached me in less than five minutes. Itโs like he always follows me around. Itโs so creepy and annoying.โWell, Youโre brave enough to walk on the beach half naked with a โฆ broken down body like yours.โโIโm going to ignore your insult
ZaneThe flight back home was quite. Well ... Alkira was quite. Not once did she look at me.She was broken from yesterday and it felt really good to know that I hurt her. Where is the fire that she used to blaze at me? Gone! and I'm proud to say it's because of me. I feel proud. I deserve a medal. I should treat myself. I deserve it. She's so lucky my lying mother stepped in and covered for her. I look over at her and let out a loud laugh. With her head rested against the window of the car watching the rain."You know, I should have made you travel in the trunk. I have to be driving so careful so I don't crash because of your ugly face" she kept quite, but I chose to torment her even more. "How do you stand to look at yourself in the mirror? You know, if I were you, I would kill myself. Not saying you should, but people always take my advice. You should too" Still she kept quite. "If you die who would miss you? Think about it. I can bet a man never looked at you before. I wouldn't blam
ZaneโThat presentation was as boring as the dress youโre wearingโ I say looking at the woman in disgust. She burst into tears and ran out of the room like a child. I lean back in my chair and roll my eyes at the pathetic people seated in front of me. โAll of you get out and make sure yo-โ I stopped when a gorgeous woman walked into the room. Excitement instantly rushed through my body as my eyes travelled up those long sexy legs. How I would enjoy being between them. The things I would make her do on top of me. โEverybody out!โ I bark. When they left, I got up and walked to her side. โHello there, how may I help you ? โโWell โฆ that depends. I came to visit an old friend, but seeing you โฆ I have a place not far from here. We can go, if you like.โ I didnโt even think twice with my brain. I made my dick choose.โFor a woman like you โฆ of courseโโWe should get going thenโ she replies licking her lips. I led her to my car and we got in. There was no way I was going to make such a sexy wo
Zane"What is taking you so long Jasmin?!" I bark from the living room. I apply the pain relief cream to my legs and hands. The things I want to do to Alkira right now! How I wish she would kill herself. My life would be so much better. That stupid private investigator is taking forever to get me the details about her life so I can end her. She must have a weakness, that I can use to end her forever! I can't believe she had the guts to set me up like that! She needs to pay for this. I had to take a day off work because of my entire body is in pain. It felt like the aftermath of working out for the first time. The broom looked so flimsy, I didn't know it would hurt me this much. I'm going to punish her so bad she'll regret it! "Jasmin!" I bark again. She rushed out of the kitchen with the trey. At that moment Alkira came out and sat down in the sofa opposite of me."Forgive me Mr. Johnstone" Jasmin pleads."Whatever!""I am very sorry sir.""Past me the morning newspaper now!" I order.
Three weeks laterAlkiraI read the letter my mother sent me over and over again. I inhaled deeply. The past three weeks have been hell, and Zane wasn't the only reason. My mother has been digging into my skin like a knife for money, and I was struggling to get it to her. I had no way to get it to her. It's not like I could ask Zane for it, and I can't bring myself to steal from him. I just can't do it. It's his money After All. Not mine. But my mother doesn't care about that, because according to her, I'm rich now, and I'm able to give her whatever she needs. I want a job so bad, but who is going to hire someone without a degree? Who is going to hire the wife of a billionaire asshole? No one. Everyone would say there's no need for me to work since I'm already rich. But little do they know. The perfect couple they see on tv. is not so perfect in real life. I can't even begin to imagine how much Zane hates me. Honestly, I don't even blame him.I wish I could explain everything to him, b
AlkiraLife hates me. That's all I can say. How can it love me when I tried to end the pain, and it stopped me. The world would have been a way ... better place. Just as my mother said. The universe just had to involve itself and decide against me dying. Just because it enjoys seeing me suffer. Why did Zane have to save me? He should have just let me die. At least his life would have been better. I inhaled ... then exhaled."How are you feeling sis?" Davidson asked, interrupting my thoughts. I sat up and faced him."I just wanted to die. Why can't you guys just make me die?! Your life would be so much better!" I screamed fisting myself in the head."Don't say that! Please ... " He lowered his head and grabbed my hand. "This is all my fault Alkira. I should have never allowed this to go this far. I should never have made you marry that man. I should have been a better brother, but instead I sat around praying that maybe, just maybe things would get better. I thought that somehow William
ZaneA few weeks past since my stupid wife tried killing herself, and somehow I find myself checking up on her as if I care. I really don't. Somehow, I just can't allow her to kill herself. Of course she gets on top of my last nerve, but that doesn't mean I actually want her dead. I just say that to make her feel like hell. The fact that she overdosed because of my words bothers me, deeply. It has been bothering me ever since, because she could have died, and it would have been my fault. I locked her in a position to not retaliate to me. I threatened the life of her cousin if she talked over me. That's some real pussy move. I can't help it though. How do I treat a woman who marries me for my money like a queen? I canโt do that! I can't love her. I need her to break, like glass. I need her to shatter! I need her to feel the pain I feel.I should've just taken the blame for the accident years back, but I was too young, and stupid. Prison is way better than a bitch mother and a fucked up
Today, every step that I make as I walk along the corridor of the hospital feels heavy. I just made a phone call to somewhere far away. Somewhere I will be. Soon. It has been three days after I received the first phone call from them. And I've made up my mind. I halt in front of the room, peeking through the glass on the door. And there inside the room, I see Prince, sitting on the bed. And my throat hurts so much. Tears pool in my eyes. I'm starting to doubt myself again whether I have enough strength to do this. To leave him. Right now. When he's still lying in the hospital. Wounded because of me. And it's very cruel of me that what I'm going to do next will just add more pain to his wounds, making them even worse. I move away from the door and lean back against the wall. I can't do this. But I have to. For myself. For him. For us. Tears escape my eyes and roll down my cheeks. It hurts so much. It hurts me to the core that I have to leave him. I wish I could spend more time
I can't believe what I see. Is this real? Because if this is all just a dream, I don't want to wake up. Prince tries to move his finger again, but he's still very weak. I stroke his hand, a soft smile touching my lips as tears brim my eyes. "You-you woke up," I whisper. He gazes at me with his intense eyes. "I had a dream," he rasps, his voice just as weak as his stare. "And there, you called me. Many times." I brush my fingers across his cheek. There's a tear in the corner of his eye, and I wipe it away as it escapes. "I've been thinking .. " he pauses, his voice hoarse. "What if you haven't forgiven me? I couldn't just go away, leaving you like that, could I?โ My lips tremble, and I choke in tears. He stares at me, his eyes begging. "Cheska," he whispers. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all that I've done to you. I'm sorry that I hurt you." I shake my head. He's begging me like he's dying. He has sacrificed himself to save me to the point that he almost lost his life. But now, here h
I'm driving to my office when I hear my phone ringing on the dashboard. A smile tugs at my lips when I see the caller. Fiona. I press the speaker button, and her voice fills the air. "Morning, Drake." I almost want to bite my tongue to prevent myself from saying the next words, but hell with that, I decide to give myself a chance, โMorning, beautiful." I know that she won't take this one like the other girls normally would have done. Still, a smirk curves on my lips. " You hit your head or what?" she asks, and I can imagine that she's rolling her eyes. "Easy there, Casanova." I chuckle. What a perfect way to begin my day in the morning. Our banters. Suddenly, all the tension from the morning rush disappears, just from hearing her voice. I like Fiona. Everybody might think that this is bullshit, since I always like girls. When do I not? Even my reputation as a player has already reached Fiona. But what I mean here is that I really like Fiona. I'm definitely taking this slowly and
I can't believe that I let him hold me again when I broke down. I must admit that his being here makes my heart at ease while Damien is on the run. I watch as he sits at the desk in the guest bedroom, opening his laptop, while I prepare my breakfast. I don't know if he already had one or not, but there's nothing wrong with preparing the food for him as well. I hear him talking to a person on the phone about some academic projects. It's too early in the morning to talk about that -- it might be something urgent. Then I remember that he's supposed to start his internship in the oil company -- the one I visited when I brought him the notebook. That time, he told me that it would start in three months after he passed his interview -- which is around this month. Is he postponing the start date? Because of me? My heart sinks as I think again about the circumstances that I'm in. I've been right all along. Our future doesn't work together. Mine will be a hindrance to him. I'll only be a bur
Cheska The thought of Drake purchasing a gun still bothered my mind the entire night, but I decide not to question him again about that. I keep wondering why he suddenly decides to carry it now. We've been living in California for two weeks, and so far, everything is fine. This morning, he leaves for work, as usual. While I'm about to finish blow-drying my hair inside my bathroom, I hear footstep sounds from downstairs. That makes my heart thump hard against my chest. Ever since the incident of Andrew breaking into our house in England, the smallest sound and the slightest movement can make me become a paranoid again. I'm sure that Jake has locked the door, so if it weren't him, who else would enter this house? Slowly, I step out of my room and head downstairs, almost tiptoeing so that I won't make too much sound. My pulse quickens as I finally reach the ground level. When I see the person entering the living room, I yelp in surprise. My eyes widen as I see Prince standing before m
Cheska The moment I close the door behind me, my sobs finally break. Iโve never thought that I would say those words to him, but I had to. We canโt be together anymore. Iโve promised myself that Iโm going to forget everything about my painful past, about him. I need to be strong, and I can only be so without him. Iโve planned my future, and he wonโt be in the picture. Our future doesnโt work together. Mine will destroy his. Drake leans back against the wall, his arms crossed on his chest, his eyes closed. He has heard everything as well. When he turns to me and walks closer to hug me, I bury my face in his chest and cry my eyes out, hugging him back. I canโt bear the pain anymore. Hurting Prince breaks my own heart, worse than when he broke mine. He came all the way here for me. He waited for days, standing on the street outside. He still waited for me even when the rain had been pouring hard on him. He was crying when he said that he loved me. But then, I just crushed him with m
Cheska As soon as Drake comes back from work, he visits my room. I sigh, closing my laptop. Drake leans back against my door frame, still in his office attire. โ Are you sure, Ches?โ he asks me the question once again. I nod. This past week, I've been spending time with my laptop to figure out what I'm going to do with my life. And finally, I've found a light, filled with hope for my future. A way to achieve my dreams. "You know, I never thought that something like this would ever happen, but-" he falters, and I give him a hopeful look. A soft smile touches his lips. "As long as it makes you happy, I'm fine with it." Relief washes over me. I thought that he would be reluctant to accept my idea at first, butI always know that he's going to be supportive, as long as it's the best for me. I stand up from the chair, approach him and hug him, making him sigh. "Thank you, Drake. I always know that you're gonna be on my side." When we pull away, I do see the sadness in his eyes. Regrets
Cheska Today is my second day in Italy. Itโs early morning, and Iโm setting up my new cellphone when Drake emerges in my doorway. Heโs talking to someone on the phone before handing it to me, making me wonder who it is. โ Itโs your friend Kate,โ he says. โ She got my number from Prince.โ The mentioning of such name still makes my heart drop. I sigh and take the phone from Drake. โHello?โ Kateโs cries fill my ear as soon as I speak, and she goes frantic. โOh my God, Ches. Are you okay? How are you doing over there?โ A soft smile tugs at my lips. I miss her. It feels like ages since the last time I heard from her. This girl is worrying about me like Iโm dying. โIโm okay. Donโt worry.โ โGod, I never thought that โ โ she stops talking and starts sobbing. โIf only Iโd figured it out earlier.โ Sheโs speaking about Andrew. Thereโs a guilt in her voice, and I want to tell her that none of this is her fault. Before, neither of us realized that Andrew was such a psychopath. We thought th
Prince Andrew ends up in the hospital. And I end up spending the night at the police station. That bastard is fucking lucky that I didnโt kill him, because before I could do so, three policemen came to stop me. I remember roaring like a mad person when they pulled me away from Andrew, who was already bleeding to death when the emergency response team from the hospital took him with the stretcher. My hands shaking, I look down and bury my face in them. What the hell am I doing here? I shouldnโt be here right now. I should be with her. Cheska. Cheska. Cheska. Sheโs the only thing in my mind now. I canโt imagine what sheโs feeling at the moment. She must be scared, not knowing that to do. She must be broken. Hopeless. Alone. To settle the matters with the police, Iโve called my lawyer, whom I know from a friend I worked with for one of the influential companies I did my project with. Heโs good, so I expect that the police can give me some dispensation once they find out that Andrew