Just the thought of me being all lovey-dovey with Mace Hunter after the horrible experience I had with him made me want to puke my guts out."He isn't that bad, you know"."He is Ray; could you change the topic please, because this one is making me sick"."Wow, alright if you say so".We were still discussing when we heard a knock on the door, and then the door opened. I was a bit relieved when it was not Mace who entered, but one of his men. "The boss said you should get her ready to move", said the man who walked in. I was frantic, and I looked at Ray immediately to get answers from him."What is he talking about? Where exactly is he Moving me to Ray?" I asked a bit anxious, while staring into the eyes to get answers. "Calm down, Matilda, it's nothing; we just need to introduce you to others since you are new, that's all".I don't know why I felt that Ray didn't want me to freak out, but I knew something was not right."I will be waiting at the door". Ray said with his head slight
He turned almost immediately, Ray and I looked at each other, and he continued feeding me."You have a hell of an appetite for someone who has been unconscious for three days," Ray teased me.All I could do was smile, and I laid down to rest.* * * * *"It has been one week now, and your healing is just fine, Tilda," Ray said, sounding so concerned."I don't know if I should be glad or maybe I should go into mourning," I replied, wearing a depressed look.Ray has never left my side since I woke up; he spends most of his time with me, telling me stories and trying everything he can to make me comfortable. It felt as if he wanted me to forget the real reason I lost consciousness, but how could I, when I knew the kind of fate that awaited me?How can I forge ahead as if nothing happened? I prayed each day that I should have remained unconscious or even dead rather than face the cross that Mace is about to dish out to me.Ray has been avoiding the topic, trying his best not to mention it,
She placed a plate right in front of me, and the aroma of a nicely prepared meal saturated the room. It brought back memories from the past; it smelt like mom's cooking, and I remembered how she hums songs in the kitchen while preparing meals for the family and her beautiful smile. I wished things remained that way. Then I wouldn't have met this devil sitting right in front of me. I suddenly remembered the day I found out about her cancer, the day I came back from school and met her in the kitchen preparing dinner. Where she found the strength to still prepare dinner that night made me wonder if she is from this world. She has superhuman strength and a good sense of humor; even on her death bed, her smile didn't fade, and her light didn't go dim.* * * * *"How was your day at school?" mom asked"It's school mom," I replied as I made my way to the kitchen. She smiled and rolled her eyes at me. The aroma from the meal she was making hit me, and believe me, it was divine."Go freshen u
I woke up early in the morning to the whistling and bustling of some birds outside my window. I rubbed my eyes for a while, as though to rub away any remnant of sleep still lurking behind them. I sat up on the bed and stretched myself for a while.I'm so happy this morning. I guess my dream the previous night was doing wonders this morning. I dreamt I was no longer in this house and I was free at home with Dad and Grace, having breakfast, talking, and laughing. It was my first dream in this God-forsaken house, and I loved every bit of it."Oh, how I wish it could be true, though." I glided off the bed and danced around the room for a while. I went to the window to open it, and I leaned on it, sticking my head out to take in some fresh air while enjoying nature. I danced back into the room, preparing to shower, when a knock came on the door. Before I could say a word, the door opened instantly. I sometimes wonder why they bother to knock since they would open the door anyway, even when
"What is wrong, Tilda? I have been calling your name for a while now but didn't get any reply. Realizing it wasn't Mom, after all, I cried even more. My ticket to freedom is not even real. I thought it would be my last day in this miserable world."Did something happen? Why are you crying?" Ray asked as he rushed to my side."Ray, my whole world has come to an end," I said amidst tears. The tears flowed freely like a river."Tilda, tell me what happened." I tried explaining to Ray the bomb that Mace had dropped on me this morning, but the pain and heartbreak I felt were beginning to choke me up. It wouldn't let me say more than three words, and I began sobbing again. Ray gathered me in his arms, and I rested my head on his chest while crying to my heart's content. After what seemed like forever in his embrace, I raised my head from his chest, and he loosened his grip on me, and I dried my eyes.I knew he would be confused, wondering why I was shedding tears, so I told him of Mace's pr
As I stood at the door waiting for one of his henchmen to take me to him, a lot of thoughts ran through my mind. I just couldn't put my mind at rest."This way," one one his men said, startling me back to reality. I heaved a sigh and followed immediately as he led me into the study. He opened the door wide, bidding me to enter."He is waiting for you," he said. I gathered the last shred of confidence I had and walked right through the door. I felt as though each step I took closer to him was taking me closer to my doom, yet I couldn't run from it. The man who led me inside didn't enter the study with me; he shut the door immediately, and I became apprehensive.I turned to look at the door, contemplating bailing, but I had decided it was time I faced my foe head-on. As I walked into the room, he was sitting at his desk looking through some documents. It was a bit dark in the room with only the table lamp on. I wondered why he would be working in the dark, but then I remembered how dark
I couldn't sleep; I kept tossing, turning and thinking about the events of the previous day and the fact that I had to marry a Capo, whatever that meantI remembered when I came across a post on Mace Hunter. It was actually the first time I heard about him; the media described him as one of the most sought-after bachelors in New York and the Heir to Hunter's global company. If only they knew the real Mace Hunter like I have known him these few days. Maybe they will stop reporting lies.I saw many comments online, mostly from women, praising him for his good looks and wealth, and many wishing to marry him but if only they knew he was more of a beast than a man.I also thought that he was handsome, and I had some pictures of him downloaded on my phone. that I left behind what seemed like a lifetime ago. I turned from one part of the bed to another, trying so hard to rid my mind of Mace.I thought about my decision and wondered if I had made the right one. I began racking my head, trying
I went shopping with Lucia, the designer. She was nice and made me feel at home with her. She is quite the talker, but I noticed she is careful not to mention Mace in every of her conversations. Even when she unknowingly mentioned him, she quickly maneuvered the conversation.We went from shopping for clothes to underwear, makeup, jewelry, beauty products, and even wedding gown fitting. I thought my wedding was going to be a remarkable day, that I wouldn't forget in a hurry, but right now it's just like every other day. I just want to get it done with already. Shopping with Lucia was fun, but the prices of some of the things we bought still made me dizzy. it was actually breathtaking being accorded respect at every shop each time we flash Mace's infinity credit card, I guess one of the perks of marrying Mace was wearing expensive things and being treated like royalty. We finished shopping a little late. I was dropped off at the mansion, and I got in only to find out Mace wasn't home.