Are you..sure? Are you sure..you don't love me anymore?? Drake asked, stuttered, his eyes red, his face haggard, his black hair disheveled. He looked no better than a beggar, his clothes wrinkled seemingly having been worn for a decade. Fate knows how to twist things, when he meets Cynthia Frost he plays the usual playboy card but, do Cynthia Frost's qualities only garner a one night stand? No, he gets addicted. And Cynthia?? Who is she? The most prominent rising supermodel, so alluring and irresistible. She doesn't believe in love. Don't let her sweet public personality deceive you. What does fate have for them when the player gets played and the guarded heart begins to crumble
Lihat lebih banyakIn a dimly lit room upstairs, a petite girl lay motionless on a large king sized bed. She had on her a white lose tattered dress that barely covered her body. She lay on the bed, face down and once close, one could hear faint sobs. She had lay in this position for close to four hours, her once smooth and delicate skin now covered in scars both new and old ones. From the morning's beating, she had not even bothered to clean herself up nor had she bothered to clear the bedroom. The curtains at the window remained shut and the bed remained unmade.
Cynthia sat up in pain, she opened her eyes and scanned the room. It was once a haven of love. She once pranced about wherever, in school, on the streets but only with a longing for this room. It's because late in the night when her love came back, he would embrace her here, he would kiss her like she was all that mattered. Then he would hold her through the night promising to never let go. But what was it now, it was her torture house, an abattoir she dreaded but was bound to reside in as long as he wanted, he beat her, raped her and tied her up in whatever bundle style he desired.
"How did it come to this" she asked herself for the hundredth time before the day's end.
Cynthia smiled, a self deprecating smile that remained plastered on her lips as she moved off the bed using a lot of effort but the moment her legs touched the floor, they gave way and she trampled down. With a hiss, she managed to crawl weakly to the birth room door and got in.
Cynthia stood before the mirror at the sink and looked straight in her own eyes, the once bright blue eyes were now dull and lifeless, she flashed back to when she was a young child, her mother was a beautiful and graceful woman, a once popular dancer whose influence was well known all round Tampa and beyond. She always trained Cynthia with some dance moves in her free moments, her mother's love was one thing Cynthia would cry for in the depths of the night when all was silent. If it hadn't been for that accident, she would be a happy young lady with a complete family. After the accident, Cynthia remained traumatized for nearly six months.
Life was no longer as colorful as it had began. Nothing mattered. Nothing made sense, and nothing deserved her passion. Those were the thoughts she had until she met Justin Adams. Oh Justin Adams, the man who brought light in her youth but also shoved her into the womb of despair.
It was one lonely rainy night when Cynthia met him. She had run away from the orphanage because she had always been bullied. That night when Cynthia had turned sixteen, she was made to eat sand for her birthday, well, a little price she paid for being such a sweetheart and a beautiful one at that. Out of sorrow and heartache, she wrote a letter to the mistress of the orphanage and escaped.
The escape journey was all flawless until she encountered a gang beating up a man, Cynthia was startled, she froze at the sight of blood and guns but could not muster the strength to run off worse off scream. When she was spotted, she became the prey but fortunately at that moment, a car sped by giving her chance to durk beneath a collapsed piece of concrete by the road. The gang members searched for her to no avail but the cold beneath the concrete couldn't be taken for granted. Cynthia however, thought of staying there till morning, the thought of going back to the orphanage not crossing her mind.
As the night stilled on, despite the discomfort she felt, she still managed to feel drowsy. However, the awaited sleep did not come because suddenly, she felt something slippery moving just round her waist. Alarmed, Cynthia tried to reach for it but was shocked to find out that it felt like a snake's scaly skin. Fear set in, in panick and uncertainty, Cynthia let out a shrill scream and fumbled to rush out of the small hole. The snake, seemed startled too on encountering a new occupant at it's residence and crawled off frantically. However, Cynthia in fear had no time to think of it and staggered out of the hole, she got on her feet and sped off daring not to look behind her.
The fear was real, compared to what she felt on seeing the bloodied man earlier on. As she ran, a couple of sturdy men appeared behind her and began running after her. Cynthia knew she couldn't let them catch her, as she continued running, a car appeared before her driving at at a slow speed. Without thinking twice, she jumped in front of it and begged the driver to take her in.
Justin, looking at the scared girl standing in front of his car, frowned. He wondered why she appeared at such a place in the night but still let her in. And that's how Cynthia Frost fell in the hands of the most handsome man she had ever seen.
Two years later, Cynthia, a highschool senior, had mostly forgotten about her previous predicaments. Justin had taken her in and treated her like a princess. He gave her everything she needed including a sense of family, momentarily making her forget her gone parents, but just like her parents left her, Justin did the same, but it hurt deeper.
Drake sat on the side of the bed and watched with intense adoration, the disgruntled Cynthia walk around his bedroom in nothing but his shirt. She had almost turned everything in the room upside down searching for something he didn't quite remember. He watched her, his eyes taking her in from her head to her long legs, she was beautiful and he got lost in it, he couldn't describe the feeling he had welling up. Earlier after they had finished doing it, she had held him tight and slept off, he knew something was bothering her, because under normal circumstances, she would never look at him as the person to go to. She had slept in his arms peacefully and satisfied, as if she had just received what she had been longing for, but he had remained awake, he couldn't sleep, he couldn't believe it. He had slept with many women, women of all types and status, nationalities and race, but he had never felt this content after having just sex. With Cynthia, it gave him fulfillment, it made him wan
Drake waited for the small gate to open up and drove drove his Bugatti in to Cynthia's exquisite compound. He parked and stepped out of the car then walked to the door and rang the doorbell. The door was immediately pulled open to reveal an excited Bernice. "Mr Wilson, what a surprise". Drake squinted his eyes, as if trying to jog his memory to place where he had seen her. He failed."Uhh, nice meeting you?" He said in his deep, metallic voice that caused Bernice to squeal and jump. "Cynthia, don't keep Mr Drake waiting", she shouted and asked Drake in. The moment he stepped in, he was greeted with a mild, alluring and yet intoxicating scent. He recognized it, it was Cynthia's body scent, but how could her scent monopolize the entire house and yet she had guests around, he roamed his eyes around the view of the house, it was simple and elegant, just like her.He smirked and turned to tour a corner he had seen on the right but at that moment, Cynthia walked out of wherever she was hidi
In just a few minutes that Timothy didn't even realise had passed, the door to the cabin was pushed open and a sharp looking lady bolted in with a rush of energy. Timothy looked up thinking it was the medical team sent by Valerie only to see a familiar but strange looking woman who looked to have walked out of a horror television show. She had blood in her hands and rushed to where Cynthia was and knelt down, suppressing sobs. Timothy was stunned, the lady could not even open her lips to cry out, neither could she hold out her bloody hands to hold Cynthia, but what stunned him more was how extraordinary she looked and he wondered where she had come from and why they were here. ¨Castro¨, he heard her call out in a breaking voice and a man walked in from behind her and snatched Cynthia out of Timothy's hands, ¨ Who are you people and what do you want from my Cynthia?¨ Timothy stuttered frantically trying desperately to hold on to her but was slower because he was still in shock. the
Cynthia was to be suspended just outside the V&M building. The equipment had been set up earlier in the day with all the necessary safety props and materials. The video was to feature her, descending from the air and standing just midair in front of the V&M sign, the street below her. She was not as scared as Timothy who held her hand tight. ¨What, are you going to hold me here till six pm?¨ She asked begrudgingly and Timothy let go. ¨You know, you could have just used tech manipulation, we didn't need to come this far¨, he suggested and Cynthia paused then turned to her with a questioning gaze, ¨ Hasn´t any model ever done this in all your life?¨ She asked and he shook his head, ¨They are not you¨, He said and Cynthia smiled. ¨Come on, let's go, am spiderman tonight¨, she said in jest and Timothy stretched his lips slightly. If he had a choice, he wouldn't let her do that. As they walked to the top where she'd be suspended from, they didn't notice a sneaky figure not far away,
¨Ms Frost please stand this way, that spot is kind of off, not visible to the camera¨. The photographer instructed and Cynthia shifted her leg, then paused like a diva in the dress. Her appearance was like that of a beauty god descended on earth to pronounce judgement over those that didn't merit in appearance. Her make up was light, highlighting her big, smoky and lustrous eyes. Her hair was rolled and made into bouncy curls that gave the vibe of both a seductress and an untouchable frost queen. The photographers and the directors were using immense will power to mechanically do their roles, Timothy stood proudly in a corner and watched as the men almost went limp in wonder and the ladies gaped till their jaws touched the floor. He smiled slightly. He had earlier arrived in haste , after a joke told by James Dubois about her safety shook him in fear, but he had done all the necessary check ups and found no fault. He began to wonder if he had over-thought everything and took the jo
¨Why hasn't that girl contacted me yet? Is she still gloating?¨ The man asked and the other next to him inched closer, as if to say something he didn't want any one else to hear. The old man looked at him in disgust and was about to shoo him away but then leaned down and the old man understood he had something to say,¨ uh, boss, my girlfriend loves to watch all that celebrity stuff, so she told me during a conversation that the Ms,.. something happened to her¨, he said and the old man tensed. He paused for a while before speaking up, ¨What do you mean something happened to her?¨ He asked in a displeased voice and the man swallowed. ¨She told me that the Ms was supposed to be hosting a show but lost her voice on stage-¨ the old man stood up sharply causing the man to flinch and step back. The old man breathed heavily, then asked the man to follow him and the two left the warehouse one after the other. ¨What else did she say?¨ He asked the moment they stepped out, the young man tre
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