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Attitude He was genuinely curious about what she would say next. She smiled after a while. "I thought as much" Francis said after seeing the smile. The next thing she tore the paper into pieces and there it at his face. "You can have your money, arrogant man," she said with a sick smile on her face. "I am so sorry I am the one at fault for expecting an apology from someone with your kind of personality. An apology from you will definitely reduce me to your level. So way beneath me. Do have a good day" She said and turned and walked out to the next street. "Boss should I go after her" Francis' eyes were on her till she turned a corner. "Sir" The driver said getting his attention. "Get in" The driver got in and drove of to their initial destination. ★ROSE HAVEN★ This place is just like it name, roses are everywhere of different color. The place was a lovely place for picnics but it was privately owned not for the public. Maria walked through the gates and took a deep breath. She walked further, her hands touching the roses as she walked pass. she stoped at a place with a clear opening where a tombstone was. The tombstone read: Hailey Diana Brooks 1976-2020 Forever in our hearts ♡ This place was owned by her mom and it was bought in Maria name reason her father didn't take it from her. This is the only closest thing she have of her mother with the photo frame at home. Her father made sure to burn all her memories. That vile man. But that is not why she is here, no negative memories. Maria sat in front of the tombstone. "Good evening mom," She started, her voice filled with emotion. "I know you are doing fine over there," she said looking briefly at the sky. "I finally got the job and I'm so happy, finally I can start helping Aunt May with some bills though I doubt she will let me" she smiled at that. "You know mom, sometimes I wonder how my life would I turned out if not for her. She is more than a God sent. I really miss you but she fills your space though not completely" "I wish you were here to watch me grow, it's been 6 years but it still feels like yesterday. I still remember how you cuddle me to sleep, how you comb my hair, taught me to cook. Even when you took me on my first dentist checkup. Why did death take you form me? Just why?" A tear slipped and she wiped it. "I am not here to cry but to celebrate the good news" "Though I met this guy today, he is so full of himself. Like his car nearly hit me and instead of an apology he threw money at me. Like what does he take me for. A cheap girl. Well trust your daughter I made sure I left with a huge comeback" "The worst part is he is so handsome maybe that is why is arrogant and the cherry on top he is filthy rich. But I'm not moved by money, so he can have them all to himself" "I know you would have handled him much better like you di to the boys who bullied me at school" She said as she reminisces on beautiful memories. She removed the former roses she placed the last time though she noticed one that looked at bit fresher than the others. She shook the thought off feeling she was over thinking. She plucked fresh roses including the ones her mother loved the most, white roses, and replaced the old ones. "Well I have to go now mom, I promise to come celebrate again with you when I fully resume on Monday. Bye" She left after closing the gates. Moments later a figure in black enter the Haven, with a white rose in hand and placed on the tomb. The figure stared at the tomb for a while. Then turned back and left as quietly as they came.Chapter 26 MOTHERLY ADVICE Sunday arrived wrapped in pale autumn sunlight, the kind that filtered through curtains and warmed floors without quite chasing away the chill. Maria woke late, lay in bed for a long while staring at the ceiling, and finally rose when the smell of cooking drifted up from downstairs.Aunt May was in the kitchen, as she always was on Sundays, her hands dusted with flour and her gray hair pulled back in a loose bun. The radio played softly from the windowsill—old jazz, the kind Maria had become used to."There she is," May said without turning around. "I was beginning to think you'd sleep the day away.""I was tired," Maria said, sliding onto a stool at the counter."More reason for you to eat something." May slid a plate across the counter—eggs, toast, a thick slice of tomato, all arranged with the careful precision she applied to everything. "Eat."Maria ate. The food was good, familiar, settling something in her stomach that she hadn't realized was unsettl
Chapter 24 A DECISION SHE NEEDED TO MAKE Maria woke to pale sunlight filtering through unfamiliar curtains. For a moment, panic seized her—the instinctive jolt of not knowing where she was, her limbs tangled in sheets that smelled wrong, too soft, too expensive. Her heart hammered against her ribs as fragments of the previous night rushed back: the storm, Sophia's insistence, the tea, the fire. The fire. She had fallen asleep on the sofa. She was certain of it. But she was in a bed now, cocooned in silk sheets that pooled like liquid around her legs. Her shoes had been removed and placed neatly beside the nightstand. Her coat hung on the back of a nearby chair, draped carefully, as though someone had taken care to let it dry. Someone had. Maria pushed herself upright, the sheets slipping to her waist. Morning light poured through tall windows, illuminating dust motes that drifted lazily in the air. The room was beautiful—pale walls, fresh flowers on the vanity, a painti
Chapter 23THE VISIT TO HIS MANSIONThe cab slowed to a halt before the tall iron gates of Francis’s estate. Rain drizzled lightly, misting the air, and Maria came down and paid the driver. She walked forward, clutching the file tightly against her chest. The guards approached, stern-faced, their uniforms crisp despite the damp weather. “Name?” one demanded. “Maria,” she replied, voice steady though her heart raced. “I’m here to deliver a file to Mr. Francis.” The guard exchanged a glance with his partner, then pulled out a phone. Maria stood awkwardly in the drizzle, her shoes damp, as he dialed. A brief conversation followed, clipped and efficient. Finally, the guard nodded. “You may enter. He confirmed.” The gates swung open with mechanical precision, and the she walked cautiously into the estate. Maria’s breath caught as the mansion came into view. ---It was breathtaking. Elegant fountains arched water into the air, their droplets catching the faint glow of garden lig
Chapter 22THE CALLShe felt his hand at the waistband of her jeans, and something inside her—some small, distant voice that had been drowned out by the heat of his touch—suddenly surged forward.Her hand closed over his, stilling him.He froze immediately, lifting his head from where it had been buried in the curve of her neck. His breathing was heavy, his lips parted, but his eyes—those eyes that had been dark with wanting just moments before—sharpened with immediate attention.She didn't know how to explain the sudden knot in her chest. It wasn't that she didn't want him—God, she did, so much it scared her. "I—" she started, then stopped. Her hands were trembling slightly, and she hated that he could probably feel it.He didn't wait for her to find the words. He saw it—the hesitation, the tension in her shoulders, the way her fingers had wrapped around his wrist like a quiet plea. And he let go.Not just her hand. He let go of everything. He sat back, creating a careful, deliberat
Chapter 21SHADOWS AND SECRETSFrancis moved quietly toward the corner shelf, his silhouette barely visible in the storm-lit room. Maria watched, tense and uncertain, wondering what he was doing. A moment later, the sharp click of a lighter broke the silence, followed by the soft glow of flame. He lit one candle, then another, until five flickered across the lounge, placed at strategic points that pushed back the darkness in trembling circles of light.When he returned to the couch, Maria was trembling, her hands shaking as she whispered, “Let me out, please… I’ll behave. Just let me out. I can’t see anything.” Tears brimmed at her eyes, her voice cracking under the weight of fear. Francis sat beside her, pulling her gently into his arms. He said nothing, but his jaw tightened, his thoughts dark—silently wishing death, or plotting vengeance, for whoever had planted this terror inside her. Gradually, her sobs subsided. She pulled away, embarrassed, wiping her face. “Thank you… Sir…
Chapter 20STORMY CONFINEMENTThe sky had been grey all afternoon, but Maria didn’t think much of it as she continued working on her laptop. She was tired from the long meeting, but she had promised herself she wouldn’t let work wait.The office was quiet, almost unnervingly so, except for the sound of the rain hammering against the windows. The rain had started in the early afternoon, turning the city streets into rivers of silver. She stared at it through the window, silently hoping it would stop before 7pm. By that time she should be fine with her work.But the weather had other plans, the rain turned into a heavy storm.“I would have to sleep at the office today if this storm doesn't stop by 8pm.“ She said glancing at her wrist watch. The time was 6:45pm.____“Sir, the latest financial projections—” she began, stepping into his office.He glanced up briefly, expression neutral. “Leave them here.”Outside, the storm raged on. Inside, two people sat in tense proximity, the air thi







