"You are the great Darius Henderson?!" She exclaimed in shock and widened eyes.
"That's me." He confirmed with a curt nod.
Her eyes widened as soon as she heard her and sat down properly. She looked at him with astonishment. She almost forgot about the situation she was in and also about what time it was. She forgot everything.
She didn't notice the first time when she saw him that he was so breathtakingly handsome. His sharp jawline looked as sharp as a knife which can even cut glass. With his prick bearded face and those chocolate brown orbs looking at her, she felt her heart-melting on the spot. And those silky smooth hair, if only she could run her hands through them. She almost drooled while imagining what he got under his fitted shirt.
'Selena is going to be so angry when she knows that I acted so shamelessly in front of a man. But I can enjoy the moment while it lasts
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He looked at her in shock. He wasn't expecting her to forgive him nor did he expect her to be so blank. Her posture wasn't welcoming at all and he didn't want to fulfill his next set of plans after that. "Th... thank you so much, Anastasia for forgiving me." He stammered while looking down in shame, not knowing what to do or say anymore. "Do you want to say anything else?" She asked in the same monotonous tone which was like some invisible slap for him. He got up from his previous position to stand straight and looked at her with a soft look. He couldn't take her dead look anymore. It was suffocating him and he wanted to leave the place as fast as he could. "Thank you for forgiving me and sorry once again for ruining your special day once again." He said that in a small voice before hurriedly turning around to leave the place. Anastasia was
"Now, it's time for the main event for the day!" The host said on the mic in a cheerful tone and the whole audience in the ballroom shouted a cheer. "Today we have witnessed such an incredible fashion show in the history of fashion. All the dresses were remarkably beautiful, gorgeous and eye stunning which is going to create havoc in the fashion world. Now it's time to get introduced to the creator of the havoc!" The host said and took a mysterious break before announcing the name on the mic. "Let's welcome, the very talented and beautiful and gorgeous, ANASTASIA SAMUEL!" The host announced and the audience shouted loudly once again and the loud sound of claps made the building almost move. From the backstage, Anastasia took a deep breath to calm her raging nerves down. Today is the big day of her life. Today she is going to fulfill her dreams of being a successful fashion designer. Today she is g
A FEW HOURS LATER "Ahh… my heart! It hurts!" Anastasia groaned out loudly as she slowly started to come back to consciousness. She clutched her head tightly with one hand and used the other hand to sit up. Underneath her hand was soft material, meaning she was on bed. She sat up completely and leaned back, at the head board. She finally opens her eyes slowly and looks around in confusion. Her sight was still a little bit fuzzy. She closed her eyes before opening them again and this time was seeing clearer. She looked around the room in confusion as it looked really familiar to her. She looked with more concentration and soon realised where she was. She had mixed feelings about this. She was happy, excited and confused as well. So, without thinking, she hurriedly tried to get down from the bed and that's when she realised what a foolish step it was as her head suddenly spinne
THREE MONTHS LATER "Miss Anastasia, you have to get that thing out of your mind! It's not doing any good to you. You have been through all these previously and you know how worse this can get! You have to keep believing in yourself!" The woman whom Anastasia has been seeing from the past three months said in a tired tone. At that moment, Anastasia thought that it was time to change the therapist. Yes, the woman in front of her was her therapist and she was lying down on the couch present in the room which has become too familiar to her. The therapist has now started to irritate her. She is literally forcing her to believe something which is really hard for her. How can she believe it?! She wasn't stupid or sick now to hallucinate something which she didn't do, was she? No! She has changed and is over that phrase of her life. Now she remembers everything, every happenings of her li
"You are going to regret raising that hand of yours at me." Anastasia threatened in a hard tone while looking at Richard with a glare. Her face was bloody as the father and daughter duo removed all their frustration on her pretty face while she couldn't do anything other than being tied to that chair. So frustrating! If only her hands were untied! She would have showed them the real meaning of torture. They were torturing her because she denied signing the property papers. She knew that at that moment, the more she delayed the longer she lived until someone came to save her. She would die but will never sign those papers. "Oh, yeah? Who is going to make us regret? Your dead body?" Melissa asked and landed another punch on her gut and she coughed blood. But she still managed to smile to irritate Melissa and Richard.
"You are what?!" Everyone except Darius and Colton shouted in disbelief as they looked at the new person in shock."I am Anastasia's uncle." The man said with a proud look on his face as he said that.The man was in his late thirties and was a fine looking man. He has muscles and a strong aura. He was carrying a confident posture. Oddly enough, his facial features matched Anastasia a lot."Unbelievable! She… she is an orphan. She has lost everyone in a tragic accident. How can you be her uncle?" Selena asked in shock."You are right. We both lost our every closed one in the preplanned murder. Be she got saved because she was a lucky charm and I got saved maybe because I was her favourite person in the house." He said and let out a light chuckle after remembering some past memories.Even in that situation, Diana and Selena couldn't help but cru