Marie and Aaron arrived as Howard changed into completing a few paintings in his look. Everywhere felt quiet, and the anxiety became thick in the air. Aaron’s footsteps echoed via the hallway as they approached Howard’s workplace.Howard sat at the back of his massive wood desk, his regular calm demeanor not overlaying the suspicion in his eyes. As quickly as he noticed them, he smiled, however, there was an aspect to it.“Dad,” Aaron said as he opened the door to Howard’s office, his voice low, “I thought you were going to Germany?”Howard chuckled softly, looking to make the scenario mild. “I was, but I couldn’t go away without checking in first. I was in a rush to see you.”Aaron raised an eyebrow, simply skeptical, but he didn’t press similarly. Howard just leaned back in his chair, taking a sip of his drink, his eyes moving among Aaron and Marie. There was something in his expression that made Marie feel uneasy, like he knew something, but he chose not to say it.“Okay” Howard sai
After lunch, Marie and Aaron returned to their room. The environment felt worrying, and neither of them spoke much as they walked up the steps. Nonetheless, the verbal exchange with Howard weighed heavily on their minds. Both of them knew the stakes had been high.As quickly as they entered the room, Aaron went immediately to the bed and sat down, rubbing his temples. Marie sat beside him, her mind racing. How much longer should they keep this mystery from Howard?The door creaked, and Susann stepped inside. She checked them each with a knowing expression.“I want to speak to you,” Susann stated quietly, closing the door behind her.Marie, without delay, sat up straighter. “What happened? Did Howard ask you something?”Susann nodded, her face serious. “Yes, he asked me. He’s starting to get suspicious. He desired to know what was surely going on among you and Aaron. He even asked me if I knew something.”Aaron stood up and went to the window, his lower back grew as he stared out of do
Later that day, Marie became more nervous than ever. She couldn’t prevent thinking about Howard. His presence inside the residence made her feel uneasy. Every time she saw him, her coronary heart would race, and the burden of the secret she changed into retaining from him felt heavier.Marie paced around her room, her thoughts constantly spinning. What should she do next? How may she want to maintain pretending without elevating suspicion? She became so afraid that one slip-up, one incorrect phrase, could ruin everything.The door to her room creaks, and she grows to become quick. A maid stepped into the interior, her face calm, however well mannered.“Mrs. Marie,” the maid said, “You've got a call from the telephone in the sitting room.”Marie's heart skipped a beat. Her first instinct was to inform the maid that she would call again later, but then she remembered Howard had also turned into inside the sitting room. He was there for a while, sipping his whisky and quietly watching th
Marie drew in a deep breath as she held the telephone"Hi, Dad," Marie said, her voice shaky despite her pleasant efforts."Marie? How are you?" her father’s voice came through the phone, sounding distant but acquainted. "Is everything okay? I have not heard from you in some time."Just hearing her father's voice, Marie felt a wave of remedy wash over her. However, her nerves were still tight. She glanced at Howard briefly. He became still status by using the smartphone, his gaze in no way leaving her. Her heart raced."I'm fine, Dad," she replied, trying to sound calm.There has been a moderate pause on the other side of the line. Her father appeared to sense something in her voice, something off, however, he didn’t press her further."I’m satisfied to hear that," he said. "How is the whole of the residence? How are you and Aaron?"Marie quickly glanced at Howard once more. He hadn’t moved, his expression nevertheless unreadable. It felt like he turned into looking forward to her sli
Marie walked slowly down the hallway, her mind still racing. The communication with Howard had shaken her more than she wanted to confess. She couldn’t prevent thinking about how carefully he had been watching her, how every word she spoke had felt adored under a magnifying glass. Her heart started pounding in her chest.She reached the door to her room, took a deep breath, and opened it. As soon as she stepped inside, Aaron stood up from the bed where he was sitting, a worried expression on his face.“Marie,” he said softly, standing up. "What happened? Is the whole thing okay?"Marie walked towards him, seeking to calm her racing thoughts. She pressured a small smile but knew it was weak. She didn't want him to fear too much, however, she couldn't keep this to herself. Howard was getting towards coming across the whole thing, and that idea terrified her."I'm fine," she said quickly, her voice trembling barely. "I just... I just had a talk together with your father."Aaron's face ti
Marie sat on the edge of the mattress, her hands folded nervously in her lap. Her mind was heavy with everything that had happened, however it had changed into a new day. She had to face life once more.A knock on the door interrupted her mind, before she could reply, Susann walked in, her face fixed yet calm."Marie," Susann started, as she closed the door at her back. "We need to talk."Marie looked up, a little startled. "About what?"Susann took a seat next to her on the bed, her eyes searching Marie's face. "About everything that has been happening. About you and Aaron."Marie felt her chest tighten. She hadn’t expected Susann to convey it so quickly, however, it was right here. She couldn’t avoid it anymore."Is something wrong?" Marie asked, her voice betraying her nerves."No," Susann stated softly, however, her gaze turned into knowing. "It’s simply... I’ve been watching you, Marie. I see how a great deal you are carrying. And I see the way you are to him." She paused as if g
The soft clicking of silverware against fine China was the only sound coming from the silent dining table. The weight of the unspoken words made the air feel heavy and thick.Aaron was accustomed to this environment and the pressure of his father’s scrutiny. The silence was broken as Howard, who was seated at the edge of the table, looked at Marie after wiping his mouth with a napkin and placing it next to his plate. Tapping his fork against the plate, he declared, “This is good. Who made it?”Marie shifted slightly in her chair and swallowed. “I did.” Howard’s piercing eyes never faltered. “Well. . . You cook?”“Yes,” she answered, attempting to sound steady despite feeling as though his eyes were evaluating her.He gave a slow nod as though storing that information for later. For a brief moment, Howard remained silent and watched her with the same calculating expression, the silence lasting long enough to cause her discomfort. Then his posture changed and his face became grave.
In his private study, Howard sat in the dim light surrounded by the strong smell of polished wood and aged whiskey. With the exception of his fingers tapping rhythmically against the mahogany desk, the silence was maintained.Howard liked the kind of quiet that was deliberately regulated and unbroken. A quiet in which secrets flourished.He grabbed his glass and swirled the amber liquid inside, observing the way the light reflected off the crystal. He then set the glass down steadily, grabbed his phone and dialed a number he had long since committed to memory. Almost immediately, the call was placed.From the other end came the low gravelly voice, “Sir.” Howard's face was unreadable as he reclined in his chair. “Inform me that you have something.” After a moment of silence, the man answered, “I do.... “Howard's eyes stayed cold, but his lips slightly curled. “Continue. . .”Before the man continued in a measured voice, there was a rustle of papers from the other end. “I was able to
Marie felt sick to her stomach when she woke up. The dull ache throbbed through her body, and she moaned as she slowly sat up. A reassuring gesture that had always calmed her hands automatically went to her stomach bump, but today it didn't help. It felt strange.Susann, who had been sitting close by, saw her stir and hurried over to join her. She put a delicate hand on Marie's arm while her eyes were worried.She said in a worried tone, “How are you feeling?” Marie swallowed forcefully, attempting to ignore the vertigo that was weighing her down. “Not great”, she muttered in a feeble voice. “I feel... unwell. What happened, and why am I here?” A stray hair fell from Marie’s forehead, and Susann’s face softened. Her eyes were full of sympathy as she said softly, “You passed out in the kitchen, remember? We have you here to recuperate. You were not doing well.”Susann went on using a steady but worried tone. “You have food poisoning," the doctor had said. He prescribed medication to
The only sounds in the bedroom were Marie's steady breathing and the slight hum of the rain hitting the windows. Although the storm outside had subsided, Aaron's inner turmoil persisted, growing more intense in quiet than ever before. He sat next to her, staring at her sleeping form with his fingers loosely laced together and his elbows resting on his knees. Slow, shallow breaths caused Marie's chest to rise and fall as she lay motionless. She no longer had the flush of pain that had hit her earlier; instead, she was paler and had a faint gleam of perspiration on her forehead.With a slight parting of her lips, her dark lashes spread out like shadows across her cheeks. She appeared to be the only thing that was pure in the midst of all this chaos, even now after everything had happened. Aaron couldn't take his eyes off it.He felt a sharp aching pulse of relief in his chest. She didn't get hurt. Despite the doctor's conclusion that she wasn't expecting the baby anytime soon, the baby
Aaron’s heart pounded in his chest as he ran down the hallway, barely registering the sound of the mansion's front door slamming shut. He had been torn like a lightning strike by Susann's emergency call, and his mind was racing with the worst-case scenarios. He whispered to himself, “Marie…” as he pushed open the master bedroom door.His gaze instantly fell on her. Her body, pale and limp against the soft white sheets, was still unconscious. Her skin had a thin coating of perspiration. As he knelt next to her and gently brushed a damp lock of hair away from her face, his heart lurched.His voice was tight just above a whisper as he asked, “Is she okay?” Susann stood next to him with her arms crossed over her chest. Her face was pale, and she had worried eyes. “Aaron, the doctor is en route. He'll understand what's happening.”Aaron took some time to respond. He kept his gaze on Marie, observing her chest's gradual rise and fall. He had a nagging suspicion that something was wrong...
Susann's silk robe was pulled tight around her as she made her way through the dim hallways to the kitchen. There was an eerie calm about the mansion tonight that made her chest tighten with something she couldn't replace.Although she didn't know what had gone wrong earlier, she had a feeling. There was an oppressive silence as if a storm had swept through the house. Just in time to hear the scream, she arrived at the kitchen hallway.It was like a blade cutting through the air. High. Angular. Identifiable.Marie.Susann's breath caught in her chest as she froze at the doorway. The tray she was carrying clattered noisily to the floor, broken by the impact of the porcelain. Her hands suddenly pushed open the kitchen doors with a violent lurch of her heart.Her heart raced with cold panic at what she saw. Marie lay on the floor, her hands gripping her stomach as she fell close to the counter. Now every breath she took caused her baby bump's gentle curve to heave.Sweat was dripping fro
It was too silent in the mansion. The cold tiles beneath Marie’s feet grounded her more than she liked as she padded down the hallway. Aaron's words kept repeating in her mind, and she had her arms crossed tightly across her chest, more out of nervousness than cold.She had to do something before the weight in her chest got too much. She turned on the warm lights above and walked to the kitchen. The room was immaculate—a pristine shell concealing the decay underneath—because it was cleaned every day just like the rest of the house, not because anyone used it.Reaching over to the counter, Marie filled the kettle. To her senses, the sound of the running water was like static. After gently putting the kettle back down, she leaned both palms on the counter's edge and let out a slow exhale.I was described as a distraction. The memory made her stomach churn. Aaron had expressed his anger in a very quiet way, but there had also been a wounded and dangerous look in his eyes. When he decla
The far-off crash sounded like a gunshot in the middle of the night, echoing down the hallway. When Marie heard the muffled sound of wood splintering, she had just arrived at the end of the hallway. Her fingers tightened around the folds of her robe as she stopped, her breath caught in her chest.There was silence after another thud. A tense rather than peaceful silence filled Aaron. She made no hesitation. Turning on her heel, she rushed down the corridor. When she arrived at his room, her bare feet hardly made a sound on the marble floors. Her hand hovered over the doorknob as she paused at it.A shiver went down her back. She gave a soft knock. “Aaron?” Not responding. Slowly opening the door, she saw the chair near the far wall broken in two.“Aaron?” she repeated a little softer this time as she entered and shut the door.He didn't move right away. His fists were clenched at his sides, his head was slightly bowed, and his shoulders were tense. Papers scattered on the floor, a br
With such force that the walls shook, Aaron rushed into his room and slammed the door shut behind him. Through the void of the enormous mansion, the sound reverberated like thunder.He was pacing with his shoulders stiff and his fingers twitching at his sides as if they were searching for something to rip apart as soon as the lock clicked into position. He had his jaw clenched, his teeth grinding in unspoken rage. He felt angry—an unstoppable storm. The lamp by his bed flickered from the disturbance in the air as if even the light itself was uncertain whether to remain, and the shadows in the room seemed to grow longer with each step he took. The oak bookshelves, the velvet curtains and the chilly steel-framed pictures of people posing as a family all seemed to belong to him. Howard. Aaron was furious, and his footsteps echoed his anger like war drums on the hardwood floor. No longer was his heart thumping in his chest out of fear. That had long since burned out. Now he sensed somet
Aaron’s breath came in sharp, ragged bursts as he strode through the long dark hallway, his steps heavy. His father's remarks were reverberating in his mind like a vicious taunt, and he was consumed by a storm of rage. “You’re nothing without me.”. . . His knuckles turned white as his fists clenched so tightly his nails digging into his palms. It seemed as though the mansion itself was attempting to ensnare him in its ruthless, frigid clutches because the air around him was heavy and oppressive.He was hardly aware of the dim glow of the wall sconces as the hall stretched out in front of him with dark wooden panels reflecting it. He could hear and feel nothing but his own rage hammering unrelentingly.He could still hear his father's voice in his ears. . . “You’re toying with me.” With a start, he halted his boots scuffing the shiny floor. His chest was heaving, and his breath was harsh as he struggled to maintain his balance. Tonight his father had said far too many things, but th
The smell of whiskey filled the dimly lit study, clouding the space with a strong, almost oppressive odor. Howard sat behind his desk, he swirled the amber liquid in his glass while staring into the depths of the drink.A firm and pointed knock was heard on the door.Howard called “Come in” in a steady, low voice that showed no signs of the storm that was building inside.Aaron entered as the door squeaked open. His stance was straight, his face tight with annoyance, and he stood tall. Howard closely observed him, his keen eyes scrutinizing each nuance and facial movement. Aaron was very much a reflection of himself; he was obstinate, strong-willed and self-destructive.“Aaron, sit. We must have a conversation.” Aaron, however, did not move. His body was tense as he stood there staring at Howard’s face. His voice was tight as he said. “I'm not here to sit. I'm here to know why you called me.”The corner of Howard’s mouth curled into a thin smile as he raised an eyebrow. Savoring the