Mag-log inThe woman running this particular horror show introduces herself as Priscilla, an image consultant with a clipboard and the energy of someone who has never once in her life laughed at a joke that wasn't hers. "You supposedly are supposed to have a very specific public persona." Priscilla begins, flipping open a folder thick enough to double as a doorstop. "Outgoing with the kind of laugh that makes men feel important. Do you fake the persona outside?" She frowns at me. Great. So basically the opposite of everything I actually am. I don’t care about making men important. Whosoever that is actually important does not need my laugh to make them feel better about themselves but Priscilla and Racquel apparently seem to disagree. This is the point where I start to feel like Edmond got married because he wants a woman to seduce his clients for him? I really can’t tell what Edmond Cozen would have going on in his mind but this is the only thing Racquel can do effortlessly. "Precisely
Kael grins, wrapping his beefy arms around his chest.He leans on the wall, watching me run around the room, throwing everything into the closet to look at least a little presentable for the team."I like watching people panic in real time."My feet pause for a second, before my hands continue movement.Great.My husband hired a bodyguard with a sense of humor darker than his tattoo sleeves.“Birds of a feather flock together.” I murmur.“What was that?” Kael asks.“Nothing!” I yell.I’m not about to die before I can see Tom and explain to him what nonsense my parents got me into.And frankly, if he has any ideas to help me out.He really is my last chance and there’s nothing like being shameless in front of those who love you, right?I’m really grasping at the edge of straws now.I really hope I can find Tom.I shove the card into the lower drawer of my like it's contraband, because frankly, I might be doomed if I lose it.I head downstairs to meet the small army currently occupying
(RIA'S POV)One week into this farce of a thing called a marriage and I have still not learned how to breathe properly whenever Edmond is around.After several futile efforts, I have given up on trying to escape through the windows or doors.It’s been a futile chase with me consistently embarrassing myself.If Edmond has been watching, he’s not said anything again since that day.I don’t know who is avoiding who more even, at this point.Whenever I see him, I run.Whenever he sees me, he ignores that I exist. But it’s still better than throwing me as food for the wild dogs.And as of today, I have officially been informed, via a laminated schedule taped to my bathroom mirror, that I am no longer allowed to dress myself.I'm serious. There's a laminated schedule which was first taped onto my door, then transferred to my bathroom mirror.It’s almost as if Edmond was going crazy that I might not see it, now I have to see it everytime I enter the bathroom.Arrgggh!!7:00 AM - Skincare
(RIA'S POV)My eyes open to find another pair of eyes close to my face staring at me without blinking.Is this an apocalypse? Did i die from my sleep and get transmigrated into a fantasy world?The eyes seem to be shining at me. Bright and clear but doing nothing. Just there.A voice pierces through my muddled brain.“Whittaker”“Aaahhhhhhh!!!!”The scream that leaves my lips is unlike anything i can control.I am so certain that I am in an apocalyptic world.Would that be the system?I peek through open gaps within my fingers.“Edmond?”"Who else lives here?"I blink, rising up slowly,"You scared me half to death.""You were sleeping in the middle of my living room. What did you expect, a lullaby?" His voice coldly strips away any sense of sleep remaining in my eyes.I glance around the room, my eyes falling on the plates that once held bacon and eggs, not completely cleared and stacked high on the table.A blush rises up to my cheeks.I bite it away instantly."What time is it?""
(EDMOND’S POV)I want to know what’s she is thinking about.I want to know what is running through that mind of hers.With a face framed so small, a mouth that barely speaks and eyes that dart everywhere but me, I will do anything right now to know what is in her mind.Even though she’s not worth it.No descendant of Mark Whittaker is worth special energy. A man with a brain like that will only produce kids like him.Once I have what I want, I’m tossing their daughter far away from me. As far as possible, as fast as I can.Her mouth opens, then closes. I watch her struggle to regroup her thoughts, her chin lifting a fraction.After what feels like a lifetime, she lifts her head and stares at me."Fine. You saw everything. So you know I tried every door."I shrug, "I know you tried every door, every window, and the keypad four separate times using what I assume was your birthday, my name, and something that looked suspiciously like the word love spelled with numbers.""That was not w
(EDMOND’S POV)My phone buzzes for the ninth time in an hour.IGOR: Clip 9 attached.I play the video only to see the Whittaker girl yanking on the front door handle like it insulted her personally.The next clip shows her raiding my refrigerator, flipping bacon like it owes her money, jumping back with a yelp when the grease pops and insulting me loudly.The clip after that shows her ramming into the windows, trying to break them, only to end up wincing when nothing happens.So, she really wants to escape.She must be wrecked about failing in her escape yesterday.And even though I warned her, she hasn’t given up yet. I’m actually surprised about that.I’d expect that the Whittaker kids are like their father. Running to the corner with their tails tucked in between their legs when something goes wrong.Does she even know the type of contract her parents signed?A laugh nearly escapes me.I quickly turn it into a cough."Sir?" Toby pauses mid sentence.I throw him an annoyed look, cl







