LOGINCORRIE My fork played with my food, gnashing at the plate. That's the only thing I could go to at least entertain myself since Kennedy forced me to have dinner with him and Devon.I'd initially refused but when he threatened to cut my already short daily visit with Emmette, I had to give him the belief that I was behaved.And because of that, I was literally treated like a bred puppy. I was bathed in a rose scented water bath, scrubbed till my skin was red, lathered on lotion and dressed in what seemed to be the skimpiest and somewhat modest dress I could fit in. My hair was blown out and laid down on my back in bouncy layers. My makeup done to perfection that neither Devon nor Kennedy would have noticed I was wearing makeup. Not like they could tell the difference if I did it myself anyways.And during the entire process, I felt... stripped, robbed and hijacked of my autonomy. But it didn't start from the makeover, when Kennedy decided to lock me in my bedroom like a child, giving m
MIMI The amount of times I've been thrown into this cell, I couldn't number it on both hands. But one thing was prominent, I was always bailed out. Or more like I always found someone who was crazy enough to. Maybe that's why that nightmare of Corrie felt unnatural, it scared me because I've never stayed too long in a jail cell.So when Corrie gave me her ultimatum, I felt cornered. I'd spent almost all my life avoid that blasted box and then she thought it would be wise for me to do a life sentence? All because of a dead boy that had died long ago.I picked Kennedy's offer, thinking I'd gotten away only for the bastard to frame me for murder that I didn't commit and throw me in jail anyways.I didn't have anyone who I could count on to bail me. Keith was dead. Devon was practically useless, Abigail was the one who even sought me out. Emmette as well was dead. Amelia will rather I die in here, still holding on to the grudge that I killed Benjamin. And I killed Lilly. Not that she wou
KENNEDY I had Devon wait as I busied myself in my study. I left him with a bountiful amount of drinks and food to eat so he wouldn't bore himself to death, the least I could do as a good host. When it felt tangible enough. I left my study and head downstairs to go meet him. I wouldn't be surprised if he got up and left but in a way this method of tardiness was a bit of a test.I wanted to see how desperate Devon was. If he felt he was too good to be stood up and left, then there was no need to consider him as a bafoon and move things strategically to lure him out. But if he still hung around, drink in hand waiting for audience that was even better. Either way I needed Devon. But I needed him to need me more.My hand gripped on to the rails of the stairs and with just a glimpse my eyes land on Devon who was bored out of his mind, swirling his drink anxiously as his only source of entertainment. If I wanted to take this any further, I would have walked back and tried to see how long
CORRIE My eyes casted down at Emmette, his eyes swollen but still locked on to mine. I had wrapped my arms around him after pretty much untying him pulling him close as I perched my knees to the floor clinging to him. Which surprised me because I thought either one of the men in the room would have been against that since Kennedy left. My free hand hesitated touching his roughed up face, with how big the bruise was, I knew this was Kennedy's doing. Just Looking at it, hurt so I wonder how Emmette could just lay in my arms smiling. I slowly retracted my hand, only for Emmette to reach out his rather sluggishly, forcing a smile. My hand moved to meet his, a tear freely sliding down my cheek as our palms met and our fingers intertwined.I couldn't stop the tears from flowing. My heart ached, and at any moment, I felt like it was about to burst from fear. The thought of Emmette going cold beneath my touch, no longer feeling his warmth, frightened me. I slightly tightened my grip on hi
KENNEDY My hands dug in my pocket as I watched one of my men, unlock all the locks to get door. His hand reached to the door knob as he twists it unlock and gently slide the door open, insisting for me to get inside.I looked over to Corrie. Two of my men surrounding her. I tilt my head over to the door but she hesitates. The look of fear evident in her face. Maybe she thinks I would lock her in the basement again after our previous encounter. I wouldn't blame her but I didn't have the patience for her to make up her mind. My hands still dug in my pocket as I walked in first, my eyes already landing on Emmette. I turned to see Corrie was still hesitating. I would have thought her love for Emmette would have motivated her to come running in. But I guess I was wrong.My eyes moved to one of my men behind her, my head tilts over to him. I gave him a nod and he returned the gesture, grabbing her by the hand and pulling her in. She did put up a fight but she was no match for him.The mo
CORRIE My forehead pressed tightly against the dark-tinted window, my reflection staring back at me from the glass. How long had we been on the road? I could hardly tell. But what I could tell you was how long it took to get from Baysride to Springville, how I cried, mourning the deaths of four people, and how the same three men had followed us from the helicopter all the way down to the sedan we were in now.One of the men was obviously the driver, while the other sat in the passenger seat, sneaking a few glances at us in the back. The third sat between Mimi and me, keeping us apart. I liked to tell myself it was because, if given the chance, I probably would have gouged Mimi's eyes out, and he was simply her bodyguard at the moment.Either way, I was exhausted. My throat felt like it had already closed up, my chest hurt, and my eyes were swollen and sullen from how hard I'd cried. I was beyond tired, a shell of a person. Unlike Mimi, who had been all smiles, even flirting with one
ABIGAIL The door jars open wide as my right leg flicks my heel to and fro above the ground. Flashes of light burst against my face, almost blinding me. I extend my hand, waiting for another to clasp it and guide me down. With a light jump, I step out of the car just as the door shuts behind me. Fo
MIMI"Lights, cameras... and action."Vivienne Chase's voice echoed through the room just as the lights bathed the three of us—Devon, Vivienne, and me—in their glow. I was dressed in a white satin gown, seated beside Devon on a plush white cushion that held us both, facing Vivienne, who sat alone o
DEVONMy hands were tied behind my back. All I could do was struggle as detectives came in one by one, not a single one conducting an actual investigation. They all have went through a couple documents, filled my name and laughed about probably anything that wasn't in line with my case. Soon, they
SALEM"You look familiar." The bartender behind the desk called my attention as she slids me a tray of Château Margaux 2009 across the counter.I didn't panic, There was no need but I was surprised that someone could finally see through my disguise. I literally looked like a different person and so







