I was frightened to my very core and traumatised beyond words and description. By the time I'd woken up in the private hospital, hooked to tubes and wires, drips in my arm and surrounded by thick warn clothes and blankets- my throat was raw and bleeding, my fingers were frozen in a sickening position because of me trying to claw my way out. My toes were frozen and far apart and I could barely move any of my body parts.
I think the doctors operated on my throat but I'm not sure because they advised me to not speak for two weeks because I practically destroyed my vocal cords with my screams.
When I was finally discharged from hospital, crippled in a chair because I still couldn't walk for some reason, I had lost everything. Aebischer had taken everything from me; the houses, the cars, the jets and most of the stuff I had purchased during my shopping sprees.
Martina told me that I wouldn't be allowed to leave th
"My baby, I've missed you so much," my mother's voice filled with love and yearning met my ears as I felt her warm big arms embrace me like they always did.Just that single hug took me all the way back to when I was just a small child. I felt like I was going down memory road, remembering the days when my mother would be there whenever I needed her."Mama, do you always have to be waiting for me?" I asked my mother as I threw my schoolbag off my shoulder."I know, baby, but you've been working so hard and I know school's been tough for you. You're writing trials now and I can see that you're not sleeping," she said softly as she took my hand and led me to my bathroom."Aww, mummy," I cried out as I saw the bubble bath she had set up for me, "mama, you didn't have to. Thank you so much!"She wrapped her ar
"You called for me," I simply said as I stood at the doorway of the home bar and saw Aebischer already seated, drinking from a whisky glass.His head lifted at the sound of my voice and he turned to look at me, just giving me a slight nod of recognition as I entered into the room. My hands were gathered in front of me, the fingers interlocked together and my footsteps were a bit hesitant.Did I not behave last night? I was sure I was the perfect date. I smiled when he did, I giggled when he chuckled, I was quiet when he spoke and spoke only when spoken to. I sat down when he told me to and only socialised with those trophy wives as we bonded over our arranged marriages."Did I do something wrong?" I asked him as I took the chair across from him and tried to calm myself down because I was afraid that with one wrong word he would send a bullet through my head."Not
A wide happy smile, empty eyes that gave nothing away and a lowered voice. I was always for the appearances as I descended down the grand staircase and I looked at the three women dressed in their designer dresses that looked straight off of a fashion runway."Ladies," I began, widening my smile and becoming the perfect hostess, "welcome to my," I pointed around the grand looking foyer, "humble abode," I descended the grand spiral staircase with railings made from gold and steps tiled from actual gold.Beverly stood up from the plush red and gold sofas, placing her teacup back onto the golden glass table and walked to me. Her curves were showing in the off shoulder, ankle length ruby red dress that showed a subtle amount of the top of her breasts and her tiny waist. Her silver high heels matched with her silver diamond jewellery that was most definitely to be admired.Her makeup was as flawless
I felt understood by the trophy wives and being a part of them is probably the best thing that's ever happened to me. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I belong somewhere. Now, that’s not to say that I didn’t feel like I belonged with my best friends, because I did. Those ladies will forever hold a spot in my heart which is why I gave them the best that I could. Even with my previous insane daily allowance, I made sure to give them more than enough individually so that they could live a life just as comfortable as mine.But I'm going through a new journey in my life where I know that I can't trust and tell my best friends anything because I feel that they won't understand. They've been through the worst and when I used to complain about what's going on with Aebischer they always seemed confused and didn’t understand what all the fuss was about. To them, Aebischer was giving me money and that was that. I couldn&r
I had become immune- almost as though I were a robot capable of not having any emotions. Shit, life can really change you so fast. One moment you're a girl who wears her heart on her sleeve and the next moment you're a heartless engaged woman who barely bats an eye as yet another woman leaves your future husband's bedroom. I could feel the change and I knew that I changed, even the way that I carried myself was different.It was like the world was my stage and each time I stepped outside the mansion's doors, I put on the perfect charade and got into character. I hid the deep fear with the wide smile as I wrapped my arm around Aebischer's body, pulling him closer to me as though I couldn't get enough of him. He too was the quite the actor and would gently brush up and down my arm with affection, displaying the perfect caring fiancé.We were at one of his associate's dinner parties with Aebischer's arm around me as w
"So what am I supposed to do?" I asked her, my voice shaking as I turned around in my chair to look at her, "I'm really scared...""I was too. Imagine going through something like this when you're only 18 years old," Beverly said to me as she sat down on my bed and crossed her legs, "I went through it all alone," she paused, "and you should too.""I can't do it alone. I need help, I don't know how- I don't know how to kill someone, Beverly.""Ay," she smirked, "neither do I. I don't know what you're talking about," she said ignorantly and I sighed and pouted, looking down at my shaking hands. My breaths were coming out shorter than before."Please help me, Beverly," I begged her softly and looked around the room like someone was going to magically pop out from around the corner and catch me, send me to Aebischer and then I'd be punished
"Good morning, Mr Aebischer," Martina greeted me as I walked out of my bedroom. I stopped in my doorway and turned my head to look at the deadly assassin, raising my eyebrow."To what do I owe this lovely visit?" I asked her. She should be off, either with Celeste or enjoying her increased pay that I'd given her in cash last night, "I know you're not here to have a friendly conversation, so let's get straight to the point.""Certainly, sir. Madam has asked me to speak to you."I mentally rolled my eyes, what does that bitch have to say to me now, "carry on," I said, masking the boredom and distaste from my tone."She has asked for you to spend your birthday with her because she has something planned."What? I don’t ever doubt my hearing because I pride myself in being an excellent listener but I'm certain that I didn’t hear Martin
"The ugly and stupid have the best of it in this world. They can sit at their ease and gape at the play. If they know nothing of victory, they are at least spared the knowledge of defeat. They live as we all should live- undisturbed, indifferent, and without disquiet. They never bring ruin upon others, nor ever receive it from alien hands. Your rank and wealth, Henry; my brains, such as they are- my art, whatever it may be worth; Dorian Gray's good looks- we shall all suffer for what the gods have given us, suffer terribly," I heard Mr Aebischer say animatedly along with the actor.I don't think I've ever seen this man as content and happy as he is now. His face was still stoic but the wide smile on his face and the sparkle in his eye was one that anyone could see from a mile away.We were watching the famous, Picture of Dorian Gray play. Of course we started the day out with the very first play, a beautiful interesting