LOGINCharles “You're not seeing Darcie. Okay? I'm not letting you.” I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. My lips curled seeing Arthur at the back of the car. “Why are you doing this? It's not fair.”“Oh. It is. You're going to Sloane's birthday party and you will agree to marry her.”“Get the fuck out of my car. Now.” “Wow. You're talking to me in that manner.”“Yes. And I don't mind insulting the hell out of your ugly ass. Get…the…. fuck….away….from….my—”Before I could finish, he smacked me hard on my head and opened the door. I wanted to drive away at the speed of light although my head began to ache. He grabbed my neck from the window. “I've been taking it easy on you, bro. All these while, I've watched you disrespect me even when I found my redemption. You still wanna act tough like you're the man.”My brows knitted. “Redemption? Keep joking. You're as evil as the devil himself. You bloody liar. You even knew Sloane framed Darcie. You're a fool!” “Fine. I guess I'll return
CharlesI should have worked and thought faster. I should have figured out that Darcie was in trouble, instead I thought she just lost feelings for me. I missed her so much. I want to hug her tight for an hour, hold her hands and comfort her and I'll get justice for everything terrible that she's been through. Right now, I'm driving to Aurelia city. It's already late at night but I still want to find her tonight. I can't wait any longer. I had almost reached the bride between the valley and the hill, wanting to leave Aurelia city by all means but I slowed down instantly. A line of cars stretched ahead of me. Then, red and blue lights bled across my windshield.One of the officers stepped down from the car and flashed his light. I rolled my window down and poked my head. Cold hit my face at first. “Hey. What's going on sir?”“Road's damaged. Mr Sterling.”He noticed. “Big crack down the middle. But we're working on it.” He nodded. “Tonight. So no one's crossing.”My throat went dry
Charles' I'm driving fast and furious. I don't mind the amount of speed that I traveled with. The city blurred too fast like lightning. I disobeyed all trafficking rules without stopping for any. I'm lucky I didn't kill those children that were about to cross. My foot remains pressed to the floor, toes curled like it would tear through my sneakers. I keep on checking the mirrors, if the cops were behind and would stop me for speeding. Let them try and stop me, I'd run them over with my tyres. Darcie never did anything wrong. She was innocent all these while and scared. To what extent did Sloane and Genevieve made her terrified that she couldn't open up to me? She could have cried to me. I would have done something. I could. I can and I will. Now, Darcie's gone. All because of them. And Sloane, the mastermind behind the whole thing.“Ahhh! Fuck it!” I slammed my fists on the wheel, my jaw clenched and I bit my tongue so hard that I tasted blood. I gripped the steering so tight that m
Charles I stood up immediately with the pictures in my hand. “What is this?”She crossed her arms. “Charles…”“What the hell, Genevieve. When did this happen?” My hands curled into the first and the pictures squeezed. “Answer me!” I yelled into her face with a bulging eye and she jerked in fear. “It's…. It's not…what you think.”“When did this happen? What the fuck were you and Sloane doing to Darcie?” My neck corded, waiting for a response and my nostrils flared in rage. She wasn't saying anything. Her silence and unfocused gaze angered me more. “J-just leave…. it's not a big deal.”“Leave?” I gritted my teeth and grabbed her by the wrist angrily. “Don't be stupid.”“Let go!” She screamed. “Don't be a fool!” I dragged her out of the closet and we were back inside her room. “Charles', please.” She tried to maintain her balance as I pushed her onto the bed. “Explain what was in that video.” I dropped the laptop on the bed. She reached for it and swiftly held it to her chest. “Cha
Charles' I woke up with a heavy guilt. The room was silent except for the sound of the kitten meowing. I felt her warmth next to me. The white duvet covered our naked bodies and her head rested on my chest. Her dark hair spread through. I stared at the ceiling for seconds. Just staring at white coffered panels with soft gold trims. Genevieve's chest kept on rising and falling steadily. So I did it with her. I had sex. I left my girlfriend's house to her best friend’s to sleep with her. Gosh. I rubbed my forehead in frustration. I cheated.My phone. I turned my head sideways and my phone laid on the far side of the bed. I stretched my hands and grabbed it. Forty seven missed calls from Sloane. Then when I opened the WhatsApp app, she's already asking about my whereabouts. I checked the time and my eyes widened. It's 8: 00pm. Gosh, I shouldn't have done this. Even though I didn't love Sloane. I shouldn't have. Genevieve probably did this on purpose. She invited me here with the intent
CharlesI opened one. With purple ribbon. It's thick and heavy. Purple heels laid inside, a purple designer bag, and a few boxes inside and I squinted my eyes carefully before I realized a purple baby kitten was inside too. Laying on a white foam. I raised my head and she laughed. “No way. You dyed its body purple.”“Yes. Each boxes has a cat with different colors.” “Wow. You're creative. Sloane loves cat. No kidding.”“Okay.”I moved to the other boxes and evaluate everything carefully before coming to the conclusion. “Okay. I'll pick the red. The red dress would look good on her plus that jewelries. We'll probably go out on a date with her dress. Matching couples.” I chuckled. “Hmm. So you really forgot about Darcie.”My chest ached immediately. “What?”“Nothing.” She walked towards the door and opened it. “Hey, come take these stuff out. Return them back to me Peterson at his shop.” Two men walked in and nodded. They began taking the boxes one by one. I couldn't understand why
Sound of Glass BreakingPOV DARCIEThe Sterling mansion at night was a different kind of monster. During the day, it was cold and grand; at night, it felt like a museum where the statues were watching you. I sat on my narrow bed, the one that used to be a closet, and stared at the door. No lock. C
Darcie My ears started to ring. He wanted Charles to treat me badly. All because of a mistake I made. I barely knew Charles didn't like shrimp. I swear it. I felt my hands growing clammy and my heart raced. Arthur's hands leaned until his laps as he waited patiently for the entertainment bullying.
Breaking PointPOV DARCIEThe Senatorial dinner was a slow-motion car crash.I stood in the corner of the dining hall, dressed in a black skirt and a white blouse that felt like a costume. My job was to be invisible until a glass needed refilling or a plate needed clearing. It was dehumanizing, bu
Art of Faking ItPOV DARCIEThe sun was too bright the next morning. It bounced off the white marble of the Sterling breakfast nook, making my head ache. I kept my eyes on my cereal, listening to the clinking of silverware and the low murmur of the morning news on the wall-mounted TV.Charles sat a







