Monday morning dawned bright and cheerful. To Alison, she had quite a cheerful weekend, one she didn't intend to come to an end anytime soon. She'd spent so much time with Travis over the weekend and had the most fun despite the drama that played out over the dinner. Alison walked into the office with a spring in her step, and a bold smile on her lips. She returned every greeting she got until she stepped into the elevator. “Good morning ma'am.” the receptionist greeted as she shifted deeper into the elevator. “Morning Joyce” she smiled back. “I hope you enjoyed your weekend.” Joyce nodded with a big smile. “You look good ma'am.” Alison's cheeks reddened in embarrassment. “Thanks. It has a pocket though.” “That’s amazing. Have a great day ma'am.” The receptionist said as soon as the elevator stopped, before she stepped out. “You too Joyce” Alison said, before the door went shut again. As she stepped out on her own floor, Alison didn't fail to notice Oscar seated in his own
Alison was still trying to understand the note when a figure emerged from the shadows with a knife. “We meet again isnt it?” The person asked and she froze. “Who are you? S..stay away from me” she managed to utter, although trying to feign brave, but her voice kept failing her as it cracked, Indicating how scared she was. “What is it you want?” “Too bad I'm not even alone” the figure replied with a smirk and another man joined him. “So it's just you, against the both of us.” “What do you want from me?” She aske, she no longer wanted to look or sound brave, all her resolve had broken down and what she wanted was to be free or just find out that all of these is a nightmare. “Did you drop the dead flowers and the note?” “Does that matter?” The second man smirked. “Just in case the note made you scared…you should calm down , I mean you really need too, since we're not here to kill you.” “At least not yet” the second man said, and lunched an attack on her. Alison screamed, the noise
The soft air getting into the room was a total contrast to the energy lingering in the room. Bruno and Rachel were both seated on their bed, with each of them having their gaze fixed on their respective phones. The tension in the air was palpable as Bruno's gaze darted to Rachel from time to time, trying to see if she'd start the conversation they both knew they needed to have. For the last two days, she had been withdrawn, not saying a word to anyone, not even him. They had been sleeping beside each other, but the distance between them felt like an insurmountable chasma. After forever, when it seemed as though she wasn't going to make the first move, Bruno finally asked. “What's going on?I mean, what's the attitude you've been putting up lately?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "You know exactly what's… wrong, Bruno," Rachel replied, her voice firm but slightly cracking at the end. “There's nothing I detest more than you knowing exactly what the matter is, yet feign
It's been a week already since Alison moved in with Travis, and this past week has been peaceful for Alison. It's Saturday evening and Alison and Travis were lounged on the couch in Travis's bedroom. Travis rested his head on her bare thighs, his eyes close in contentment as her fingers massaged his hair. Meanwhile, his hands were busy caressing her nipples through the soft fabric of her top. Alison's eyes were shut in pleasure, her moans filling the air as Travis's hands caressed her breasts. She was lost in the sensation, her body arching into his touch. "So really Alison,, what's next?" Travis asked, his voice low and husky. “After taking revenge on Bruno and his family, and taking Theo, what next?” Alison's moans grew louder, her words barely intelligible. "After...I take...revenge...on Bruno..." she gasped, her eyes still shut. Travis's fingers teased her nipples, sending shivers down her spine. "And then?" he prompted, his voice dripping with desire. Alison's body tremble
Alison remained seated at the driver's seat despite having pulled up close to fifteen minutes ago. “You no longer want to go in?” Travis asked, observing her reluctance. “Is something else the matter? Or you would rather not talk about.” “It's not like I don't want to go in” she replied, slightly fidgeting. “I don't have any idea about what Bruno wants, and the thought of that alone is freaking me out…what if he wants to attack me or something?” It took everything in Travis to stop him from bursting into loud laughter. “Come on princess…if Bruno wanted to attack you, he would have done that in a rather secluded area, and not call you out to the open.” “I want to believe that…but it's difficult to” She mumbled, her lips obviously quivering. “You can do this, my darling. He's just Bruno, your ex-husband, and not some Demigod.” Travis whispered, his voice soothing, and his hands patting her hair softly. “Besides I doubt he ever hit you throughout when you were married to him.” Alis
“So what now? All the beauty and bliss I spent the last three years building has finally crashed and come to an end huh?” Rachel mumbled as she gathered her stuff, folding them in boxes, and maids coming to get the boxes afterwards. “I gave all of me, and now what is left?” The divorce between Rachel and Bruno was finally concluded, and the tension in the air was palpable. Rachel packed her belongings, tears streaming down her face as she carefully placed each item into boxes. Bruno stood by the window, his eyes fixed on her, but his expression was blank. Rachel suddenly turned to him, her eyes red-rimmed from crying. "Are you really happy I'm leaving?" she asked, her voice trembling. “Like it's what you've always wanted, to see me out and far away from your life and family.” Bruno shrugged, his shoulders barely moving. "It's important that you leave. For the safety of your own mental health.” He muttered. “You're still quite young….instead of wasting your time with me and this
Time flies, the clock ticks too, and if you happen to be so busy, you might not realize how much time have passed…It has been a week since Alison's meeting with Bruno, but his outrageous request still replayed in her head whenever she's all by herself. “How could he make such request, after everything he has done to me…that's unbelievable “ she scoffed, her gaze fixed outside the car, as she drove from work with Travis. “What did you say?” Travis asked, taking his eyes off his phone's screen. “Oh no.. did I say that out loud?” Alison whispered, covering her face in embarrassment. “I wasn't referring to you…monologue gone bad.” Travis chuckled, and placed his hand over her shoulder, just then the car they were in, made an unexpected contact with a speed bump. The driver probably failed to notice it. “I'm sorry Sir, that wasn't intentional. I totally forgot that there's a speed bump somewhere around.” “Just be careful.” Travis mumbled, and diverted his gaze back to Alison. “You
“I’ll not take this shit, never!” Layla spat, she was seated in her room, puffing on a cigarette as she stared out the window. “I'll deal with Alison to the point that the mere mention of my name would traumatize her…that's if she stays alive, the stories will be way too heavy for her mouth to utter.” She was lost in thought, her mind consumed by her hatred for Alison, and not just her mind, she kept utteung bitter words too. The smoke from the cigarette she was smoking swirled around her, casting a misty veil over the room. “How dare you Alison!” Suddenly, Spider appeared in the doorway, a hesitant look on his face. "Layla, we need to talk." “That's quite bold Spider.” Layla turned to him, her eyes narrowing. "What is it, anyway? Did you finally succeed in scaring Alison?" She took another drag on the cigarette, the ember glowing bright red. “Yes we were able to…I doubt she would ever be able to stand in the dark alone.” Spider smirked. “I made sure to leave some scars and bruise
The energy in the room was a radiation of coldness in its most toxic form. And although they were quite a number of people in the room, the silence was such that if a pin dropped to the floor, the sound would be loud and clear enough for everyone to hear.“Lord Castro… what do we do next?” A man finally asked, breaking the silence. “Raquel was supposed to take over this great clan once you're gone.”A much older man, dressed in all black, and holding a cigarette in his right hand shook his head, and the room tensed up in anticipation as they waited for him to speak. “And who says I'm leaving anytime soon?”“My lord, Marco is right, now that your only heiress is gone, what becomes of the Clan, and the ones responsible for her death?” Another man, dressed in all black as well, asked. “The lawyer, and her husband… you spent years avenging the deaths of your cartel members, and Raquel in question was your daughter and…”“That's enough!” Lord Castro yelled, hitting his palm against the ta
**FIVE YEARS LATER***Time flies, huh??Quite a popular yet true phrase…It has been five years since everything, yes… everything!Raquel was later confirmed dead, and buried almost immediately. Alison took a couple of months to heal completely, life moved on, and went back to normal.Travis Rodrigo got cleared off all the charges of his involvement with illegal drug trafficking, leveled against him.Alan Rodrigo successfully got a divorce from Delaney, giving her the opportunity to go back to the streets where she truly belonged…Or maybe not..And Karen, well… let's just say she opened her heart to Oscar, despite all the teasing and mock bullying, and that was probably the best decision she's ever made.Bruno Francisco already completed his jail term and was finally free to live his life, but where was he even going to start from? He lost Alison, his conglomerate, his son and his mum was still in jail, all because of one dumb decision.Despite the fact that everything seemed to have
Travis' hopeful gaze lingered on Alison as he waited for her to say something.What did she mean by she was ahead of him on this one? And the look she had in her eyes was one he took a lot of time to understand.Whenever she knew a secret or had a surprise planned out, that was the exact same expression.“It depends on you… what do you want to hear?” she shrugged and sat upright, so did he.“I want to hear everything Alison, the whole plan.” He insisted and she nodded.“We are going to be needing Uncle Carlos' help on this one.” She started. “I have been keeping tabs on Raquel, and I'm glad she is still here in Chicago. Apparently not yet aware that we know about all of her stupid deeds.”As She spoke, his gaze drifted off, picturing her words clearly. “And since she doesn't know that we are aware of her atrocities, I'm pretty sure she's out there living her normal life.”“Exactly, she doesn't even have any reason to suspect that anyone knows about her sins, since she was smart enough
Alison smiled widely settling onto a long couch, with Travis by her side, and her gaze darting around the room, to the happy faces of her guests - unexpected guests actually.Forgiveness felt exciting, it made her feel lighter, like a heavy weight just got lifted off her shoulder.“This has to be the most underrated pill.” She whispered, snuggling closer to Travis.“What's that?” He asked, staring in her eyes, with his arms wrapped around her.“Forgiveness.” She responded, and broke off their eye contact, allowing her gaze wander off. “You know, when I got Bruno arrested alongside his mother, and gained custody over my son… it did not feel this satisfying.”Oscar and Karen stopped their conversation and had their entire attention fixed on the couple, who were just starting to reinkindle their love.“I felt thirsty, like there was so much more I was missing out on.” She continued. “You know that feeling when you have already gotten everything you always wanted, and yet it was not as sa
The moment he sighted Alison walk out of the room looking like a ghost, better still, a frame of her former self, Travis' eyes widened in shock, so did his mouth. There was not any way he would have believe that his Alison would lose so much weight and life in just a matter of twenty one days. Her collar bones were glaring, deep enough to hold water in them. Her eyes were red, and so was her face… a testament to the tears she had to shed and the pain she'd gone through.Alison on the other hand, kept staring at him, although at first she didn't want to admit it, he was looking so haggard and unkept, his hair was messy and his moustache was starting to grow wild.Only twenty-one days apart did this to the couple, who would have thought so.Still standing apart, the couple kept staring at each other, with so many words running through their minds, yet no one was uttering any words.Who would?Travis who was articulating his thoughts and thinking of the perfect way to get Alison's for
After so much hesitation, Travis finally planted a soft knock, on the door of Megan's apartment.“Who is it? How can I help you?” He heard Megan's soft voice ring from inside, and moved back slightly.As sounds of footsteps approached and grew louder, so did Travis’ heartbeats. What if she sends him away rudely?Alison must have told her about everything that happened, so how was he going to face her now?“Who is it, yo …” Megan's voice stopped halfway as she sighted Travis standing by the door, looking pale.“Y..you're here,” she said, obviously shocked. “I never thought you'd stop by.”“I'm sorry, I swear, I'm really sorry.” He said and Megan folded her arms under her chest.“What do you want? Why are you here?” “Aunt Megan, please… I need your help, don't say no, I beg of you.” He pleaded. “A lot happened, and I really need to speak with Alison.”“Well… sorry to disappoint you, but Alison is not here.” Megan shrugged and turned to go in, but Travis held onto her hand, with guilt
Travis tried to trail Raquel, but she was nowhere to be found, apparently she had already gone too far.“Fuck!!” He groaned in annoyance, punching his steering and screaming his lungs out. “I've lost everything!”Before he could stop himself, tears began slipping down his eyes. He got to the side of the road and parked.“Why did I let it get to this point?” He asked himself, ruffling his hair in frustration and crying out. “Now she has gotten what she wanted and is nowhere to be found.”He tried to calm himself down but it just was not working out.‘why not just head home, hopefully you would meet her and explain everything.’ His subconscious mind suggested and Travis shook his head.“I fucked up already, what explanation is going to make sense to her?” He muttered, his eyes already red from crying and his fists bruised.Eventually, he decided to drive home, not knowing exactly what to expect, but hoping for the best nevertheless.The drive was rough, with Travis growing more emotiona
“What the hell is going on here?” Alison yelled in shock, and Raquel got off Travis thighs, deciding to play the victim.“Sweetheart, what is she still doing here? I thought you said you were no longer with her?” Raquel asked Travis, pointing at Alison and crying. “I should never have trusted you again in the first place.”“Alison, I swear I can explain.” Travis whispered getting off the couch and swiftly going over to hold Alison.“Don't touch me!” She snapped, slapping his hands off her. “I should have known that this is what you were up to when you suddenly woke up and created the idea that you were going to work from home.”“Cupcake, it's not what you think.” He said going on his knees. “I promise you, I was actually working from home.”“It can even be what I think, but what I saw Travis… this bitch was straddling you and you didn't even push her off, what is she even doing here? And what does she mean by you said we'd broken up?” Alison asked, feeling her feet grow cold then she
The notion that ‘time flies’ had never made more sense to Alison. Just like yesterday, she was fighting to get her son back, then she lost him, and now three months had passed already. She had finally embraced the fact that her Theo was gone and she was never going to see him again. Deep down, she was grateful to Travis, who had always been her knight in shining armor, walking her through every single stage of grief. She finally opened her heart to Karen, Megan and Carlos, letting them comfort her. Although Alison never believed the saying that ‘time heals’ she'd a testament to that. “You're awake?” Travis muttered with a small smile as Alison tried to sit upright. “How was your night?” “It was good, I mean… I slept well,” she replied and smiled back at him. Her gaze caught the time on her clock and she gasped. “It's 8am, already? I have to get to the office.” She said and swiftly got out of bed. “Wait, you're resuming, already? You sure you are ready?” Travis asked, with