LOGIN(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.Gradually, a pitched sound crawls into my ears. The typical sound when a microphone just got knocked off. I look up and found Pierre pausing a step by the door. Eyebrows pulled up, mouth agape, eyes dancing around the scene.The light in the room is dimmed so he probably doesn't see the blood.He lunges over seconds later,"why is there blood?" that wasn't a question. It was one asked in bewilderment and 'it has never happened before' ."He seems drunk." I respond, short of breaths.His brows furrowed, then he shakes his head.. "this is bad .""Should... should we take him to the hosp-" "Get Ellie," his voice carries an instruction.My left hand grip my head, every objects doubling. I dig my teeth in my tongue. Blood flooded in along with pain enough to get a hold of myself. I pull myself up but paused. Ellie ? Who is that?"Vanessa" He quickly corrected himself like he just spit ou
I hiccup. Did my forty heads of thinking literally go to the waste bin? "It's... it's just juice, certainly everyone takes that..." I voiced out."Not me. Never like it." Words hung in my throat. A beat at hundred times..my heart counts down.I was too shocked to remember not to allow it show on my face until he raised the question, " why do you look disappointed? You badly want me to drink this?" I curse under my breath before looking up. "Of.. course not. I was just worried you would sleep on empty stomach,"A short laugh burst out of his lips. "Sleep on..." He stops, his eyes closes off only to get snapped open back again. "I am going. You, you should leave too..." In his room ? Going where? My inner eyes poke out of my skin, and I take every little details of his behavior in.His palm shields his forehead, his fingers trembles. His movements irregular.*Well, what did you fin
"Permission for what?" Does he know about my mission. My heart beats fast."To watch me eat." He shrugs. No reaction. Just a straight face. "I wasn't goi-" Wait, that's to my advantage. My eyes wander around the room. So unlike mine where cloths dance on the floor.I set the food down on the small table.I shot him a stare across the room, where he is drying his hair with a towel."A dryer would have been better and faster," I pointed out."It is not about speed always. Doing it like this takes some thoughts off my head." He responded without looking.I nod with pressed lips. "Sit." His next words came out sudden. My brows creased. His back is turn on me, how...?"Your standing there and looking around makes you seem like a pervert." He commented.My face flushes in embarrassment. He cannot exactly put it like so.I plush down on the chair without thinking twice.
The aroma of the food takes over the room. I stood in the kitchen, different ideas popping up in my head. I tail Vanessa to the dining where she served the food. She glanced back at me, "do you need anything,?"I go to shake my head. "Okay. I need to inform boss food is ready," she says and turn to leave.I nod, my mind far off. She was already climbing the stairs when I remember I was supposed to serve him. No, repay a debt. "WAIT."She stops. I inhale. She raise her brows quizzically at me. "Is something not in its right order?""Yes, my brain, " I blurt out."Huh?" "Nothing. Just...come back. I...will serve him." I gestured.She threw me a confused look then looked up the stairs, "sure? That would be nice " she squealed and hop off the stairs.I blink, "you seem excited like a five years old that just got her Christmas shoes."She chuckles. "Uhm, you...are done for the day, right?" I ask. "Yes, ma'am," she grins."Do you have any plan? Go out? Something else?""Asides sleep,
My heart leapt. What's up with how both of them are staring at me?"Like the kind of stare given when you are about to get betrayed," I comment in my head. But betrayal doesn't get through to my heart again. And this seems even more worse.When the staring got heated, I decided to take it on Vanessa, "what? You are not greeting your employer?" I whisper, and i could swear I see her stifle a laugh.My subconsciousness brushes it off again, "don't be mean" she moaned."Good - " she chokes on her word. "Evening, boss," she places weight on the boss word. Before my suspicious self could scrape off tweeny - bitsies of details again, "How is the hangover? Gone?" He questions, his voice strained. In a sweep, I looked at him, then back to Vanessa in a "is that question for me?" And she held in a laughter again. And that? It didn't help, it isn't. Only making me more anxious. Do I look like a fool today?"Well," she straightens
Angela's POV.I strut into the kitchen. Thuds from the cutting of carrots suffocates the air.I study Vanessa's knife movements...smooth, too fluid . Like she has been chopping carrots her entire life."Reason she is a chef," my second reverberates in my head.I chug a saliva, and rest on the wall. My arms crossed on my chest.Her head swerves back, our eyes meeting. She looks on, confused for seconds.. before something like realization hit her."Angela," she calls out before she could stopped."Why were you so shocked?" I draw a breath in, leaving the spot to pick one of the chopped carrot."Uhhh, it's been a while," she blurted.My eyes shoot up at her, the carrot going into my mouth, "it has only been a day,"Collarbones shoot out of her neck as she release a smile, "ah, really?" My gaze narrows, "you're acting weird today? What? Something wrong?""What could be wro







