(EVERY INCIDENTS AND WORDS ARE FICTITIOUS.‼️)
"Well,uhm!"the priest cleared his throat loudly. "According to the old testament,such person must be stoned,as it is an abomination, something barbaric, unaccepted,seen as vile,and vulgar! to have an intercourse with a woman you're still courting or hasn't married. In reference to the new testament,such - a person..."his eyes swept Daniel up in a single look. "Shall not be stoned,nor judged, but a greater punishment awaits the person in the kingdom above." Angela cocked a smile. "Oh, what's this?" "Isn't this supposed to be a rich daughter's wedding?" "Beat me! This isn't wedding but a house of noise!" People exchanged derogatory words among themselves. Lena turns around and gave a snort,with blazing eyes,before poking her mother again. "Don't just wait for her to finish ruining the name you and dad went through so much to build. It's obvious... she's a psycho!" "Always wait for the climax of the story,Elena."her mom rests her jaw on her palm,leaning out of her chair. Her eyes were fixated on her pretty daughter,that was so busy,and enjoying digging her own grave. "This wedding with Mr Daniel Earnshaw has just been,officially,called off!"Angela's voice pervades the room as she covered the people with her determined glowing eyes. She stared down,beside her,to that man and he raised his eyebrows at her, interestingly. He looks amused,contrary to what Angela thought he'd look like. She expected him to be angry...for the drama he was made to take some time out of his busy schedule to watch. He's the CEO of the famous company in the city. He was invited by her mother on her request to her the other night,in exchange of something precious she owns. Abigail nod her head at Daniel who gave a knowing look back to her before slipping a document from his pocket. "I.."Angela trails off as she saw Daniel stepped before her and raised a document in the air. Lena's mouth bursts into a smirk,and Abigail relaxed back on her chair - The End! "Miss Angela Wilson has been diagnosed of dementia a month ago. She seldom forget things and mix images of different things together.. bringing an incident or the Great Ceremony of England into affairs of Russia," The people laughed,and they were soon sending sympathetic looks Angela's way. Her eyes roam around,yearning for their confused and furious expressions but it became only sympathetic. Her hands trembles beside her. Dementia? She scoffed. She snatched the paper away from Daniel, staring down at the contents written in it desperately. "Oh,such a beautiful and innocent girl is suffering from something so brutal..." "No wonder she's been spewing nonsense ever since." "It's so easy to find people like them out...look at her unusual eyes. I heard the eldest daughter of the Wilson family was a troublemaker,but she was too pretty,and gentlefaced that I didn't believed those words.." She heard the people running their mouths,and she grinded her teeth together. She hasn't even been to the hospital in ten months! "This....is ridiculous..."she mumbled under her breath as a sharp pain hit her stomach. So,she wasn't the only one preparing? A tornado of emotions clung onto the flesh of her stomach, making breathing difficult. Her eyes dampened...a call of tears. She raised her head and passed a look at her mother's way who smiled at her before standing up to address the crowd. "I apologize for what the eldest daughter of our family has performed today. As her groom had said, she has an unusual apple in her head that,"Abigail eyed her daughter before continuing. "...rotates around,and drives her crazy,sometimes She saying she saw her groom having an intercourse with another person isn't totally false,"she turned back to the crowd. "What?"a woman in the crowd snickered loudly. "What's really up with your family, Mrs Winslow? You should learn to keep your people under check!" Daniel's eyes shrinks in discombobulation. She's not betraying him,is she? Abigail ignored their words and moved on with what she was saying. "It isn't entirely false as the scene is indeed real,but Mr Daniel wasn't the character in it but her dad,who is my husband. That was what led to our divorcing three years back..and poor Angela,as her mom,I feel so sorry for her.."she began shedding crocodile tears. Lena was reliving in sheer delight as her sister is being mocked...her image being tainted! She started the fire, only for it to catch her cloth herself! "Ange..my Angela has been greatly traumatised by that.."she finished,with a sniff,taking her eyes to the floor, dolefully. Lena hugged her,before leading her back to sit down. Now they aren't just attacking her but her dead father! Angela pressed her lips together, anger simmering in her but she just look at the bigger picture. She tore the paper in her hand into pieces and gave a relaxing chuckle. Lena's eyes glowed out as she watches what goes on on the altar. How come she's fine? She should have started trembling or even ran out by now? What has happened to her pathetic sister? "Mom,take a seat, we don't wanna talk about what happened fifteen years ago,do we?"Angela's lips welcomed a smirk,as her head slowly tilts to the side,menacingly. The energy in Abigail's legs sapped as she glanced at her daughter. Her eyes flickered,her breath hitching in her chest when she saw the confident of her petite daughter. She looks different... cunning! Angela took a step forward and exhaled heavily. "I,Angela Wilson is here today to wed Mr Winslow, contrary to the name - Earnshaw you saw on the invitation letter." Angela's sudden announcement broke into the hall,and the crowd all gasps.Lena. .. I sit alone in my self destroyed room. My clothes, dressing table, shoes were all on the floor. Mom has been banging on my door hut I wasn't ready to open so she left.How does it make sense that the great Miguel likes my sister? A melancholic chuckle burst out of my lips as I raise my hand to feel my face. As pretty as I am, good reputation and millions of followers on Instagram too, but she?Angela is just no match for me. "I didn't know she could play this way, she is more cunning than I thought," mom's voice got came to me from the other side of the door. I thought she left? I drag a breath in. She screwed us over and think all will be well? "Why did you bother having a drink with her?" Mom sigh. "Don't worry, the audit team won't find anything on me. I'll soon be back in my chairman chair." She added as a means of cajoling me. "I wanted to show Winslow how useless she was but he doesn't seem to care. I'm so damned!" I pull at my hair strands. I didn't even dr
Roland pov...The car swerves on the tiled road, and I grope the brake, my tires hitting it off with the afro beat playing.I turn to the direction of a club. I need to clear my head.I park my car and move inside, leaving the song on.Club. A place that offers the most noise but where people still run to during their sad days. This is the first time I would enter through the front door and shit, I rather stick to being a backdoor'er if there's any word like such.I glance around, my eyes slowing down the people's dance movements as they vibe to the music.I smile. Isn't it the most ironic thing ever that our body, perfect as it is always advocated as, depends on dance and tunes when in a happy mood and down?I let out a long sigh and take a step forward. A black haired lady slip into my face, her eyes searching behind her, almost colliding into me."Eyes!!" I snap over the loud music.Her face slowly turn to me and our eyes widen at the same time.She points at me,"You?" We both c
Angela. .. The pain of hangover was too much to handle that morning. I had wanted to drink water only, but Lena was just as cunning as her mom. "I warned you.." my second groaned at me. What the barman served spiked my desire for alcohol, and I ended up making four bottles touch rock bottom. The part is that it was an alcohol I haven't tasted before. I always go for whiskey, rum and vodka.The one served was distinct to my tongue, but I couldn't put it down, it was surprisingly addictive even though the taste wasn't really nice.I drag a breath in, the pain in my chest slapping harder like a blade was just shove into it. I wince a little before forcing my eyes open then a sneeze escaped from my mouth. I drag my feet to the kitchen and found everywhere silent. Just the sound of boiling water. Still lost in bits of drunkenness, I grab the kettle and tilts its nose over a glass cup. After I was satisfied with the amount of water, I return the kettle before taking a casual sip
Miguel. ."Did you found the answer you seek?" Pierre asked on our way to work. "She wouldn't say anything," I look out the window. "Doesn't that confirm your suspicion?" "Which is?" I turn to give him a look. "That your wife drinks?" He picks each word with caution. I chuckle. He thinks I would go all the way to her friend to inquire about what was already sure? "I sought for something else and it's already confirmed." I respond with a tone that shows i didn't want to entertain any more comment on the issue. Half way to our destination, my phone rang. I pick it up and a familiar robotic voice ring out,"How well do you trust your wife? Let's see, tomorrow by two, I'll prove to you that all women are the same,"My eyes move over to Pierre and I signal to him.The car jerks to a stop, and he brings out a phone and give me a nod"Since you're calling for the second time, I'd assume this isn't a prankster, and you know who you are speaking to.I cannot help but to be eager abou
Roland's POV. .. "It's been a while since I've last cause some chaos, hasn't it?" I clang on the piano. My manager eyes touch fear. " You... aren't planning to do what I'm thinking right? "I press my lips together before smirking. " I've been bored. Let's play around a little.""Roland, you-"" Oh come on, Mr Fred, am I the only one that is delighted seeing the reporters shoot themselves in the face? " I chuckle before rising up. I walk with measured steps to the window side before sliding my hands in my pockets. Images of the lady I'd almost ran down with a car pops in, and I scoff. It was definitely her fault, how could the CCTV get it wrong also? Fred step beside me, and in the most defeated tone ever, he asked: "so what have you got up your sleeves this time around?" I smirks. "Find a beautiful model, one influential. Set up a meeting with her at a club. When we're together, tip-off a reporter, they'll come and take pictures then you man the rest of the game," I stare s
Janice..I stare intently at him. He seems to be hesitating about whatever he's gonna say and tho I don't have the goddamned time for that, I was still awed at the fact that I was sitting before a billionaire.. one hardly seen in public... Although we met first at the hospital but he was just an ordinary man to me then, maybe someone cruel.. it was his fault Angela landed in the ward after all.He finally looks at me, his gaze holding a different kind of command.I drag a breath in, suppressing the urge to start yapping instantly. This was it, how you feel around powerful people.. you start thinking it's okay to share your address with postal code, tell them your mama's date of birth, even share the date of your first menstrual cycle!But i was different, always. I never had such feelings of trying to please or fit into their expectations around them, I acted normal but him? He is just too much.If his gaze carries this much power, how much more his words?How is Angela coping with