Mag-log inAs early as 5:45am, Grace was still running late for the shoot. She hurried towards William’s building, where the team’s van was already parked, crew members unloading the cameras and sound gear. She had a giant travel mug of coffee in her hand, which she held close to her face so that the steam could warm her face. She’d opted for all black; trousers, a fitted turtleneck, and hair in a high ponytail.
“Morning, Grace.”
She nodded curtly at Derek who
News of the wedding incident went viral within hours of its occurrence.Dozens of videos and images that people had captured from their phones and cameras were all over the internet, and we all know how big and vibrant the algorithm can get when it comes to sweet, hot drama.#EllingtonWedding #RevengeWedding #WrenAustinisWrenEllington #FelixMorellHumiliationThere was more than enough for the internet to feast on and dissect for days to come, even months. And when it comes to cases like this, netizens can become mind-blowing investigators—and this is exactly what happened.Different threads dissected Felix’s past business deals, his failed marriage to Wren, his very public relationship with Charlotte, painting a portrait of a man who had been climbing a ladder propped against the wrong wall for almost half a year.Instagram stories were dominated by the aesthetic shots of the unknown lady named Ruth walking down the aisle; the dramatic entrance of Wren, and the money shot of Agnes Mor
Simone took a cold from her mother’s wrist. “Oh my god, Mom,” she whispered. “What have we done?” Her eyes were huge, locked on Wren’s composed figure at the altar. “Wren was Ellington’s daughter? All this time?!!”Agnes saw the way her son's had slumped, on the utter void where his triumphant expression had been just moments before.As if then she started to remember everything from years ago. The bad way she had treated Wren when she was still her daughter-in law. And even after. She would always make comments about Wren’s orphaned background, had encouraged Felix’s disloyalties towards her because the girl simply wasn’t good enough, or connected enough. Agnes had missed every opportunity to be kind to Wren. The embarrassment she felt made her face heat up. She was filled with regret. They had housed, fed, and ignored the golden goose all along.Agnes gritted her teeth, not taking her eyes off the unfolding disaster at the front of the chapel.“Your grandmother told us she was an or
A sweet melody from a cello began and all eyes turned towards the chapel doors as the bride walked in alone.The congregation watched her with approving smiles, and there were flashes from the cameras around.Felix was waiting at the altar, watching his fortune-bearing future walking towards him.Agnes was probably the most excited in the congregation, with the widest grin on her face. Finally, they had secured the Ellington alliance. Simone was also seated next to her mother. And further down the same row, were Jonathan Ellington and his wife, Anthonia.Anthonia, of course, knew that the woman under the veil was not her daughter. They had planned together for Wren to show up at the altar, and she also awaited the drama.Ruth reached the altar, Felix's face lightening up even more.“The groom’s face is truly a sight to behold,” teased the officiating minister.“You may now unveil your bride-to-be.”Felix gathered the fine tulle slowly and lifted the veil from the bride's face, drawing
FLASHBACK TO NEW YEAR'S EVEWren clenched her fists as Charlotte laid out the terms of the agreement that night. Her eyes, against her will, went back to Linda’s body on the floor.Was it just her eyes, or for some reason, it looked like the position of the body was different from how it was a few seconds ago when she wasn't looking? But then Wren concluded it was her mind playing tricks on her.After leaving the company premises that night, Wren was sickened to her bones. She sat in her car and cried for several minutes. How could this be happening to her? She was literally just having fun in a club minutes ago. Grace and William must still be expecting her, wondering why she had not returned.How would she even begin to explain what happened? The trio even had activities planned for tomorrow. All of that was gone now. That vivid memory of Linda's corpse continued to haunt her.A body? An actual dead body? Murder? A forced re-marriage to Felix?No. She wasn't going to let herself be
“I’m on my way.”“Great,” Felix replied and then hung up the call, dropping his hands back into his pocket as he took a good look at himself in the mirror.The day was finally here. His marriage to the real Florence Ellington.Felix smiled in satisfaction. This was a big deal that was surely going to make the headlines today. His social and financial status would skyrocket and on top of that, his bet with Wren will be settled in his favor.“We’ve come a long way, haven’t we?” He muttered to himself.The journey from their own hollow marriage to this epic plot. Winning the bet meant Wren would have to leave her corporate career and pay him a huge sum of money. He found himself wondering why, now of all times, he was feeling bad for her. Perhaps it was the magnanimity of his victory.Maybe he would show mercy on Wren afterwards, but she still had to face the consequence of challenging him, even if it was for a short while.Realistically, marrying Florence was the actual win here.A soft
Paralysis. Stillness.What held Wren in the center of her office was beyond what she could handle. She couldn't move; all she could do was gasp for breath. She could still feel Linda's grip on her hand before the slip.One after the other, Wren forced her feet to move close to the window. Her legs shook.This was not real. This was not real. She kept telling herself that it all had to be a hallucination. Blinking several times did not make anything disappear.Wren slowly looked out of the window with her eyes squeezed shut, the winter air slapping her feverish skin. She prayed for a different reality upon opening her eyes.Then, slowly, she looked down.Linda was down below. Her unmoving limbs were crazily contorted as her blood continued to spread underneath her like a virus.Wren’s stomach lurched. She jerked back inside and stumbled away from the window with a hand over her mouth. A wrenching heave convulsed through her. She had seen death in films, but never once so real and visib
“I’m heading out to meet Sharon.”Wren looked up from the mug she had been staring into, watching the tea bag bleed colour into hot water. “Everything okay?”“Yeah, fine. Just some stuff to go over. You know how it is,” Grace answered lightl
There are lives built brick by brick. And then there are the moments when one watches the structure tilt, and realises that gravity is no longer a theoretical force but an executioner with perfect aim. Wren was living in the space between architecture and avalanche, which was that terrible pause be
“Get your filthy hands off me,” Simone shrieked as soon as she was being taken out of the building.“Don’t you know who my brother is? Or my family?” She shouted again.She was continuously stared at by the people in the restaurant and Simone caught one woman stifling a laugh behind a napkin.“You!
Wren approached the imposing building, forcing herself to shake off the image of the concern in Felix’s eyes last night—something she hadn’t seen in three years. It was as if the moment they divorced she’d torn off Felix’s mask; his sudden change of face was beyond anything she could have imagined.







