The entire truth of Malawi was a blur. Neither I nor Moore could have a stable conversation after the outburst in Los Angeles. I gradually began to realize that this wasn't the life I had pictured for myself when I went against my family and left Miami. This was stupid. Here I was; Living the life of a dead woman and being the perfect wife when I had abandoned my family for the same cause. Instead of getting entangled in this mess and being sent on Th this ridiculous trip; My home in Miami sounded like a great idea at this point. I swallowed thickly when the car pulled to a halt, Our flight had landed two hours ago and we decided to finish the journey by car. The ride to the Resort wasn't far, or at least that was what Christine told me. The blonde-haired girl informed me that they had spent practically half their childhood there and The Villa at Malawi was Moore's safe space. I barely registered Moore getting out of the car, but when I finally snapped out of my thoughts; The bonne
The first thing I noticed when I gradually came to was a mop of Scarlett curls. My eyes finally opened wide and I sucked in a sharp breath and looked around the place. Sure enough, the owner of the Scarlett Hair was unusually close to my face.“W-who are you?” I whispered with furrowed eyebrows. Where was I and most importantly, where was Moore? The lady jumped off me and landed on the ground with a thump. My forehead creased in confusion at her actions.“Y-you woke up!” She shrieked and left before I could also say anything. I swallowed sharply and tried to sit up, but the pain from my torso humbled me back into bed. I huffed and slammed my fist into the ground. I did not like the fact that I was in the middle of nowhere. My legs had barely healed fr the chandelier incident too. No, this is not a fairy tale. Here; wounds heal the normal way. I’m not a magician or the main character of some romance book. I swallowed thickly and pushed myself up again. If Moore wasn’t here, there was
"Are you done?" Moore said breathlessly and shoved me away slightly. I rolled my eyes at him but rested on the wall. I noticed that he had the top two buttons of his shirt loosened and his tie was nowhere to be found. I frowned slightly and raised an eyebrow. “This place isn’t that hot, is something wrong?” I asked with a straight face. Moore rolled his eyes and sucked in a sharp breath, he was practically breathing with his mouth. “Apart from the fact that you are bleeding? None.” He informed me, my forehead creased and my eyes widened when I felt my torso, I raised my hand and dread ran through my veins as I locked eyes with my blood.“Hey!” Moore caught me before I could collapse into the ground, our eyes locked and his mint breath hit my skin violently. Our noses scratched and I looked away from him. We slid to the ground together and stayed there. Moore wordlessly handed me his jacket, I had not even noticed that he had discarded it, I folded the material and pressed it onto t
The past twenty-four hours had been the hardest hours of my life. According to Moore, My heart stopped beating when I was rushed into the hospital, The doctors were still confused at the fact that I survived. I couldn't remember anything from those moments. But I do remember the vague sounds of the storeroom door shifting from its position, the rest was history. I had almost had it with the oxygen mask on my face, the IV had casual beeps for the past fifteen minutes and I could barely feel the pain in my torso anymore; Moore informed me that I had been whisked away for a blood transfusion. Luckily they had arranged for blood in time; or else, I would have been maggot food by now.But that was all I could tell or speak to Moore about. It felt like he had been hypnotized by that best friend of his; What was her name again? Ah, Marissa. I wasn't sure how she found us, but she did. Moore said she was the one who opened the Storeroom.For some reason; I felt that the distance between us w
“Are you seriously yelling at me because of this girl? And what do you mean by your wife?” Marissa directed her anger toward Moore. He stuck his hands in his pockets and glared at her. I and the nurse held our breaths as they battled with eye contact.“Exactly what you heard; Louisa is my lawfully wedded wife and I do not appreciate anyone humiliating or treating her.” Moore asserted and Marissa stormed out of the hospital. Once she was gone; Moore wordlessly walked over to us and wheeled me back to the room.The relationship he shared with Marissa was rather complicated. I could not help but wonder what they had been arguing about and Moore mentioned accusations; What could Marissa have to do with any of that?“A penny for your thoughts?” Moore asked and I blinked. I shook my head and got comfortable on the bed again. If I was simply interested in figuring out who Louisa was, at this point, I was obsessed. It felt like she was tied to every single drama that was going on in the Moore
“I’ll go freshen up,” I spoke sharply and exited the room. I slowly pulled my wheelchair toward the bathroom, when I was close enough; I stood up and wince at the pain in my torso. One step into the bathroom was all it took to send me to a spiral. My heart stopped working for a moment, my eyes stung with tears and I felt my legs go soft like jellies. I parted my lips to speak and the only name that came out was “Moore!” My hands traveled to my chest and I get them to twist and turn, who could have done this? Who could do something as horrible as this? My hands shoot terribly and I reached out to touch the coated mirror in front of me. Blood had been splashed all over it and “I’m coming for you” was written boldly, which ranked a few ways down what was running through my mind though. Everything could have just been a bad dream, something that I could forget, a silly coincidence. But the scorpion tattoo that had been drawn poorly reminded me of my father. Several months before he di
I stared at him for a while with a straight face before I broke out into laughter. “What? What gave you such a big change of heart?” I managed to speak from all the laughter. I watched as Moore rolled his eyes and glared at him. “Here is your Coffee and a dress for today. I thought you would be more accommodating, but it seems like you just love taunting me.” Moore stood up to leave but I held him back, he turned and our gaze locked, a small smile spread across my face. I must have looked like a giggling mess. My bed hair was stuck in all directions and there was drool at the edge of my lips, so why was he even accommodating me?“I am sorry,” I apologized. “Mr. Grumpy, I—“ I began in an attempt to explain myself but he cut me off.“I don’t like that name.” Moore Deadpanned and I stared at him with bewilderment. “But you liked it before—“ “Well, I don’t like it now. Get dressed, I will show you around.” Moore offered and exited the room. I smiled to myself; He acted like he was a bi
I pushed Moore off me with all the strength I had left and ran off to our suite. When I was finally in the room I locked the door and slid down it. What sort of game was he playing? Why was he doing this? On one hand: He claimed that he would never love me and that he loved Louisa dearly and on the other hand, he claimed that he could not lose me. What am I to Moore? Where do I stand in this drama?Moore demanded that I stay away from but then he willingly pulls me close. He wanted me to stay out of his issues but I constantly needle in mine. What sort of lukewarm relationship did we share and why did he think that he had the right to interfere?!“Amber, are you in there? Are you—”“What’s that to you?!” I spat and turned around. “Why do you care Moore?!” I demanded sharply. “Why?!” I added and let a sob escape my lips. “This contract will end in a few days; So why are you doing this? Why are you playing with me and my feelings?!” I asked him in a hoarse. voice. “Amber...” “Too m