- LORELEI -
I feel sick. The feeling of being let down again despite my efforts makes my heart crumble over and over again. I stared at both my sides and sighed. sat beside me are two men, Ace's bodyguards. To describe how I feel as uncomfortable is an understatement but I'd rather be here than alone with him in his car.My throat tightened. In my everyday life, I always have a plan b because I always expect disappointment from anyone and everything. But not from Leo.... Definitely never has the thought crossed my mind that one day, the man I love the most would leave me shattered this way.I sniffed. I can't afford to cry in a car filled with strangers. They literally don't give a shit about how I feel as long as they follow their boss' orders and get paid, they'll do their job, irrespective of who gets hurt in the process.I took a deep breath in then out, fanning my face. It may sound weird right now, but I don't want to ruin my makeup.- LORELEI -Normally, a girl's father walks her down the aisle. Mine's not here. In fact, I'm so glad the person who sold me isn't here, it would've made my day sour than it already is. I held the white roses bouquet in my head as I walked down the aisle alone. I'm not happy, so I won't even pretend to smile. Still keeping my face straight, my eyes wandered to my left. Then to my right. Amongst everyone sitting in the crowd today, I know not one of them. Even if this isn't the kind of wedding I dreamed of nor wanted, the least he could do was let me invite a few people. But you weren't planning on staying, I thought to myself and sighed. It's true, I wasn't. If he offered the idea to me then, I would've obviously declined because I never thought I'll be here. My jaw tightened and I blinked profusely, trying to keep my years from falling down my face. I can't cry. Even if I want to, not now. Not when reporters are all over the place. I don't even want to think about the things he'
- LORELEI - I finally got home. I want to o puke so badly but I can't. I ran to my room to get this dumb ass gown off. I struggled to get my hands to reach my zip. Despite the initial frustration I feel, this just needed to add to it. I groaned. "Claire?! Get your ass here!" I yelled at the tip of my voice, still trying to get my fingers to at least touch the zip. It's hopeless. My brows creased when no one walked into my room after I called and it hasn't even been a minute. I feel irritated and everything gets on my nerves. If I stay so long with someone, I think my bad habit will impose my mood on them which I don't want unless it's Ace. "Claire?! I don't want to call you twice." I yelled again and sneered. The wedding got me pissed. The food was not to my liking although it tasted so good and was literally the best thing I have had in my entire life. The guests were shitty, but I think I would've enjoyed the event if my head wasn't already carried away with the plan I had which
- ACE -I gulped down the brandy. This is my tenth glass in this bar. It's a good thing I own it, or else I probably would've been restricted alcohol or kicked out. I dropped the empty glass on the counter, completely wasted. "Bring another." I said to the bartender. The young bartender looks worried but didn't say a word. Following normal procedures, staff are meant to restrict a person from alcohol once they realise the person has drank too much and if the person gets violent, there are certain procedures that must be taken but their safety comes first and they're not to retaliate. I know about this yet I'm being an asshole to my workers but I need to get so drunk that I won't be able to remember my name. One thing I know is I won't be violent but not being sober would help me pass through the night. I glanced around the bar while waiting for my drink. For no actual reason, my head is in a mess and I want to take it out on her. It's a shitty thing to do but I really don't care. Wh
- ACE - My body rolled to the side and I stumbled on the ground from my bed, feeling uneasy. Since my brain cells have been completely destroyed due to my excessive alcohol intake, I can barely stand on my feet. I made my way to my bathroom by crawl-running on the floor, trying to hold myself from puking on my bed and the floor. The moment the bathroom door came open, I rushed to my toilet and let my stomach out. I feel sick. It's unlike me to drink to stupor and feel this way. What the fuck was wrong with me? Why did I push myself this far? I hurled again into the seat till there was nothing else to let out. That's when I flushed. I am miserable all the time, but right now, I feel fucking pathetic. I exhaled, sitting on the floor to rest my head and stomach for a bit. Having water to drink right now would be nice but I don't want to revisit the bathroom. I pushed my body up and staggered to my sink. The tap came on when I put my hand beneath it and I stuck my fingers together and
- LORELEI -Think about being an ass. I huffed, while curling my hair. Every single time I think about last night, my skin irks me. I was so dumb doing that but what could he possibly want me to think and do? I scoffed while focusing on my hair in the mirror. Claire helped me loosen the previous style but that's all I needed her for. Now, I'm trying to do my wavy wolf cut on my own. Without using scissors on my hair. When someone is broke for a long time, the person learns how to do certain things on their own to cut costs and survive. Learning how to sew and hairdressing so I can style both mom's and my hair while make clothes for us came in handy. At least, it was worth it despite the amount of times my fingers hurt from all the work. A sigh escaped my lips. The blank cheque is still with me. I still don't know what to do with it. I don't know how many figures to put there. I mean, it would be easier to know if I have the recent boo
- ACE -"Did she receive it?" I ask Marco over the phone. "Yes sir, I handed it to her as you wanted." He responds. I am sat comfortably in the back seat of my mercedes, heading somewhere. I stared at the front mirror then at my driver and sighed. Despite not caring, I'm itching to know her reaction to it. "What did she do?" I ask subtly, keeping my eyes out the window. The tinted glass windows makes it easier to look outside despite the sun rays. "The usual way, sir. Uninterested and disturbed." Marco said. I don't know why but hearing this made my lips form a line. Not because I'm dissatisfied but because I feel at ease. Why I feel at ease is something I don't understand. "That's good. Get the dress to her before noon so she prepares for the event. I don't want any runaway wife again." I said to Marco. I was silent for a while despite being on the call. My mind went back to Richard. "Have the package handed to Lorelei through Claire.""Understood." Richard said. This formal tone
- LORELEI -I had fun today. My body dropped on my bed with my arms spread to both sides as I faced the ceiling with a smile. I'm in my room. My phone has every single thing my old one has, my details included so there wasn't anything to restore. The bank was well compliant with my withdrawal. I want to deny it... but it felt nice not to be Lorelei Stanley for a day. It felt really good to be Lorelei Salvatore. As much as I hate to be, the name carries a lot of power and fear. Not to talk of the twenty four hour service of protection I have. Ability to buy new expensive clothes and ride in comfortable cars instead of my bicycle or strolling. To get perfumes and have a good massage. Of course I am careful enough not to spend so much on luxurious things because I always remember where I'm from but it felt nice to be free. To be noticed and treated right. What didn't feel nice is the fact that I couldn't meet my friends because apparentl
- LORELEI - It's a masked ball. In the back seat of the car with Ace by my side, my head is directed straight. I'm wearing his stupid gown and painfully pretty shoes. I'll be sure to shove them up his ass once we return back to his home. Ace hasn't said a word to me since then and trust me when I say that it has been the most enjoyable few minutes of my life since he waltzed into his door and acted like he owns the place. Technically, he does. He owns everything I'm wearing. Even the place I live. My heartbeat quickened. I really hope he wasn't alerted by his agents about my purchase of the house. It'll mean trouble. If he hasn't already caused trouble. The car came to a halt. "We're here." The driver said before getting out of the car. The door where Ace is sat opens and Ace gets out. I sat still in the car, waiting for no actual reason. After today, I realised I'm not allowed to even touch the door handle of the cars I st