INICIAR SESIÓNMIMII lit my cigarette, puffing out a smoke and I immediately felt at ease. I looked over to Emmette who's eyes glued on to me, I handed him a lighter as he let out a sigh. I took back my lighter."You don't smoke?" I said putting it back in my purse."Mrs Remington." He called, ignoring my baseless questions."What?" I asked."Why are you in my office exactly?" He asked but I refused to answer him, continuing to smoke as I recalled Lilly's words about me being pathetic. I let out a laugh, feeling an uncomfortable tear from in my eye but I'd just like to believe it's because of the smoke."I suppose you're not here to have a casual smoke." He said but I still ignore him. He gets up from his seat and from across the table he reaches out to me taking the cigarette from my hands and mashes it on the table as the smoke goes out.My hand felt heavy even though I held nothing. I slowly looked down at my thigh, my heart beating nervously.Why was I even here to begin with. I should have gon
LILLYI froze, my body trembled and slowly I reclined back in my seat looking back at Mimi. I didn't know when I started laughing to the point I was crying, my ribs were aching and my entire face hurt.The serious disgusted look on Mimi's face made me laugh even more like she was actually serious about this. Even though my family was filing bankruptcy. Giving out loans didn't seem like a problem. Infact it would help me. Like maybe, ten million at most twenty five.But 650 million? She should have just pulled out a gun and robbed me point blank.I let out my last breath..of relief. I've honestly not laughed like this in ages but looking back at Mimi, the expression in her face tells me she needed it more than me at the moment."Oh." I sit up straight. "You're serious." I go back to my cheque book and write out a number and hand it over to Mimi.She takes it but the moment she saw the amount she looked at me disapprovingly."Twenty dollars?" She mouthed back to me as I nodded."I'm ser
LILLYI knew the auditorium was going bankrupt, I just didn’t know it was this bad.I sat in the back seat, flipping through every detailed transaction of my father’s investments. Apparently, he had poured in money and lost almost all of it. And the only helping us to keep up appearances was a chain of loans. Because of that, we might actually lose the auditorium.Out of rage, I tossed the documents onto the front seat. What was that old bastard thinking using the auditorium as collateral.My driver went stiff, as I let out a sharp hiss."Burn everything," I flatly muttered, already unbuckling my seatbelt.I opened the door and stepped out, letting it shut behind me without another glance. My heels hit the pavement as I strode toward the auditorium with sunglasses on, my face barely readable.And then, almost like in the blink of an eye, I was swallowed in a swarm of Paparazzis. Their cameras flashing like gunfire as I paused on my steps."Ms. Lilly! You recently attended your sister’
CORRIE "I refused, I told her I couldn't do it. Then she had an idea. Why not kidnap the both of you and traffic you both. I wasn't on board but she doubled the money. I couldn't resist. I mean I was just a lowly nanny. You would have taken the money if it was you." She said like that made any sense and slowly I began to understand why Emmette doesn't like his mother."I agreed… but then I had a plan," I continued. "Why not have you both trafficked, then come back for you afterwards and pass myself off as a hero who ‘rescued’ you? That way, I could return the both of you and not only get money from Darla, but your father would also pay me for bringing you back.""My plan was perfect, it was supposed to go exactly as I intended," Arielle continued. "But the organisation that trafficked you both erased your memories. Somehow, Emerald managed to escape and was found by the authorities, but you…" she paused briefly, her voice tightening, "you were declared dead. Your body was unrecognisa
CORRIE It’s awkward. The tension in the room is so thick you could almost choke on it. I feel like I’m walking on eggshells between Emmette and his mother. We all came to a nearby restaurant, and neither of them has said a word since. Even when the waiter delivered our food, it did nothing to break the silence.I glance at Emmette and catch his still angry expression, then over to his mother, her face is tight with anxiety.How did I get here? What the hell am I even doing here? It’s obvious these two have nothing to say to each other… or maybe one of them does, and the other just doesn’t want to hear about it."So…" I say, picking up my glass of juice. "Umm… Mrs. Nash…"Arielle lets out a small chuckle and reaches for her own glass. "Arielle," she corrects gently.I exhale in relief. That already makes things slightly easier."Yes, but I’d rather call you ma’am, if that’s okay with you," I add politely."You don’t have to call her anything," Emmette cuts in sharply, his voice slicin
CORRIE "So that's it. That was the deal I made with Kennedy." I finished my story to Hatty as she froze in her spot, her expression frozen, and I searched her face, waiting for her to say something, at least anything, but she was still frozen in thought. I reached out to Hatty, but she immediately got up with tears in her eyes, biting down on her knuckles."Hatty, I'm sorry..." I apologized again, getting up."How long have you been keeping this to yourself?" Hatty walked over to me, her hands hesitating to hold me, till she grabbed hold of my hands. "Corrie, how could you keep this to yourself for this long?" she said, finally pulling me into a hug, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me. My hands hesitated to wrap around her. It felt like I didn't deserve it until Hatty hugged me tighter, as if telling me it was okay, that I was allowed to hug her. I wrapped my arms around her as we both cried as loudly as we could till we finally disengaged from the hug and sat down right next t
SALEMIt was an addicting habit. A weary transition from the road, my steering wheel and Corrie. My eyes grew heavy and I could feel the fatigue creeping in. I was exhausted, burnt out, you might say and unlike me, Corrie slept the entire road trip. Although it made the entire trip easier but I al
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
HATTYI was so tired, exhaustion was a fucking understatement. I’d been moving back and forth between the lab and Corrie, running test after test, each one eating away at what was left of my sanity. I was a goddamn zombie, barely functioning, sustained only by caffeine pumping furiously through my







