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Chapter 44— Festival of Darkness I
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He never intended to get more roses, the feel of having to hold it made him quiver a little. Selena loves roses. Josette loved roses. Those two seemed more alike than anyone could even imagine. He drove off and got out of the car when he arrived at the mansion. The light inside reflected, bright enough to convince an outsider that this was a happy home but Zade didn't see his family that way." Psychopathic weirdos."He muttered and headed inside. It was already getting late— about seven o'clock pm and with every strike from the clock, Zade realized how close Josette's birthday was. In less than five days. He wore a frown, attempting to stride up the stairs to meet his wife but he stopped when he came across her figure, she was heading outside and she hadn't taken notice of him. Zade followed her calmly, sighting her fragile figure looking up at the sky." Cold night." His voice bolted her. She looked at him, crossing her arms nervously. " No. It's actually warm."She returned
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[Every moment with her lately brings back things I never want back. Every time I see her scared, I feel my monster reawakening and every touch from her stirs up my desires, not just to love her but to see her burn helplessly into the darkness of death just like my Selena had. I fear to love Josette but I yearn to see her misplaced and miserable even though I fear to let her go.]He dropped his pen, closed his new journal and kept it down on his desk. A little silence pursued the room but it broke the instant he stood and headed outside. 🌹~~~~~~~🌹" Any reports?"He held the magazine upside down, bending his head to the side as his gaze was glued to the pages. Everyone was silent but the tension amidst all was loud. " Bryan?"He muttered, moving his gaze to his brother." Oh! Shit!"Bryan cursed, his head popping on the call screen." You seriously had to call me out first?"He sniffled, a white powdered substance mingling over his nose area." What was
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" How'd it go?"" Miraculous."Smoke dwelt the air whilst Don Junior smoked from his vape. The screen in front of him reflected someone who had successfully brought a smile to his face." Well, do you like her then?"" Quite. Very much, indeed."There was silence. Selena flipped some strands of hair off her face." What did Zade say? Does he agree with the deal?"Don Junior exhaled profusely the smoke from his mouth." He hasn't said anything. He seems disturbed, I could tell he was too afraid."" He was?"A chuckle left his mouth. He stood, his unbuttoned shirt got stuck beneath his armpit revealing the branded boxers he had on." Sister."Seeing him walk over to the screen, Selena's feigning smile shook and there was something that hovered in the lens of her eyes. Something anyone— even a toddler could recognize. Fear!" This Zade..."He smoked his vape." You know he doesn't deserve you, right? You crashed in that car accident, was diagnosed with amnesia, moved all the way from B
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Once she took up the ringing phone and exchanged words with the person for about less than thirty seconds, the call ended and the frightening look on her face was enough to tell Reagan something was off." Is it someone I know?"A sigh left her throat." It's Caden, he's outside."" The fuck!"Reagan grew furious that his eyes turned red." Is he stalking you? Why the fuck would he follow you here? You are with me now, Josette, don't go to him— don't let them control you like this."She saw the glimpse of tears that hung around the brim of his eyes. Even while part of her knew he was right, she was persistent to leave his abode." I-I have to go."She turned, attempting to walk away hastily but Reagan— fast like an average cheetah took hold of her wrist, tightening his grip." This isn't you! This isn't who you wanted to become. Don't let him control you like this, Josette, he doesn't even love you."" He does!"" You think?"Reagan scoffed, losing his grip." Or are you just stupid?
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The water from the tap gushed out while she stared at it. Her head throbbed with every thought. She proceeded to wash her face and think about how her life was by this time last year— she was still with Benson, though not happily invested in him but at least, she loved him but now that she was with Zade? She didn't understand what she felt.She came out of the bathroom with a towel tied around her body.The city atmosphere of Ilhawi was quite warm, it was like Autumn and Josette enjoyed Autumn. There was warm espresso kept on the table for her, she had heard someone creeping in earlier. Though she had no appetite, she took a sip before grabbing her phone and just immediately a call came in.There was a pang of pain that crushed her chest the moment she stared at the ID caller and her emotions were quick enough to take control of her." Hey."She spoke, heavy quietness coming from the other line." Benson and I— we broke up."Josette's face swelled with amazement and disgust. " It's
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Two good days drifted away and Jane's disappearance still hadn't been cleared. It was almost four noon and Zade was not at ease. He had sent Caden to go look for her, feigning ignorance of his brother's wounds. " You should try to relax. I'm sure she'll be fine."Josette said, gulping as she sat a distance from him. Zade suddenly stopped pacing.He looked at her— eyes blazing with uncontrollable rage. While he gritted his teeth, he managed to move his gaze away from her. " Zade."She called softly, he hadn't spoken to her since the day he had left her at the festival." I know you're mad! I should have... listened to you. I just thought that—"" You thought that what?"He snapped harshly, his face hardened even more as his eyes turned red from his fury. One step away from where he stood and Josette already sprung to her feet, scared." I thought I was good enough to handle—"Her voice creaked. He was coming towards her." Good enough to handle immature sex? Or should I say good enou
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