I felt a painful sting in my eyes. My body ached all over and when I was finally able to wake myself, I found myself to be lying in a pool of sweat. It was dark in the room except for one dim light. What?! My brain was frozen as I looked around the unfamiliar room which was more of a cell than a room. Just one dingy bed that I was lying on and couldn’t muster up the energy to get up from right now. I felt like I’d run a friggin marathon, the way I was aching all over, from head to toe. My head hurt so bad, it was hard to collect my thoughts and form one coherent mental picture or even collect myself to any extent. I suddenly sat up when a sharp pain shot up through my right arm. I could see a small barely there red mark like that of an injection. Did they inject me with something? Oh God?! Is that why….. well, that would explain the cell like room. But before that…. was that a dream? It had to be. But it had felt real. So friggin real. But drugs could make you dream up some cr
“If it had been anyone else in place of you, I wouldn’t even be half as hurt as I am right now”, he said,” I treated you like my own daughter, the daughter I never had.” His voice started breaking in the end. I again wanted so bad to comfort him in any way I possibly could but I simply couldn’t. “If it had been anyone except Master Derek that you’d killed, I could’ve at least given you a chance to explain yourself, tried to consider the fact that maybe you had a very good reason for doing so. Given this family’s track record, no one except Derek is completely clean. They’ve all done horrendous things, hurt people for their own gain. And maybe one of those people they’d hurt was you in some way. But killing honourable Master Derek?! There is simply nothing you can say for yourself”, Walter went on, his words laced with anger and betrayal and most of all, sadness.“K…killed?”, I stumbled over my words. “What?”“Y….you said killed. By mistake”, my mouth went dry as I struggled to get t
But then Roselia runs away from her home at the age of 12 for reasons that would haunt her forever. She gets on a train and travels to a different state which is when she is rescued by a man who finds her on the streets, rifling through garbage. Little does she know that the man, Derek Clifford, is the heir to the ‘Cliffords dynasty’, a billionaire family, known for masquerading their money source as a ‘family business’. But the biggest revelation awaits Roselia at the Clifford mansion… that the person responsible for her father’s ‘unexpected death’ might just be a very important member of the Clifford’s family. Just then, Derek leaves to go overseas.6 years laterWhat Roselia hadn’t expected was that her love for the man who saved her life 6 years ago might just get in the way of her exacting revenge as she stays in the Cliffords mansion in the guise of a chef.Derek Clifford had not ever dreamed that he would fall in love. Power was all he had ever desired. That is until his cold
“Please, Walter. I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.” It was hard to draw in air to my lungs, my mere existence becoming painful to bear.“Save your apologies for the funeral”, Walter coldly said, making my heart lurch up to my throat, almost stopping altogether.And before I knew it, he was out the door, closing it shut behind him before I could even react to his words. I made a dash for the door with the remaining energy left in me.“You’re lying, Walter. I know you’re lying. You have to be lying”, I banged my hands on the door, making them into fists and I kept banging until they turned from red to purple, hoping that he would hear me out and come back and tell me that what he said was a lie. That it was an utter lie. Derek was still alive.“He’s alive, he’s alive, he’s alive”, I kept chanting it in my head, my voice being reduced from ear-shattering screams to nothing more than a ghostly whisper. My throat ached as I slid down the cold door, sitting huddled against it on the floor. The si
“My apologies, Sire. I spoke out of line”, the waiter spoke, eyeing him, following his action as his young boss absentmindedly poked at the free end of the bandage on his right arm where the doctor had injected the antidote.He heaved out a heavy sigh,” I don’t want to do this, Walter. But I don’t see another way out. You know how severe the punishment for carrying out a hit on a future mafia overlord can be. Death would be the easy way out for her, according to the rest of the people. We both know that. She will be tortured endlessly, beaten and God knows what my father will have his men do to her if I don’t handle this my way. Unthinkable things, Walter, unthinkable. And you know just how ruthless he can be.” “Your actions show the opposite, sire”, Walter quietly rebutted, not wanting to get his boss cross with him but also wanting to drive his point home. “I saw her, Derek”, his voice went weak, catching the heir’s attention. “She broke. She fucking broke when I told her you were
“Besides everything, that was an extremely well put-up performance in there, wasn’t it? You sounded quite convincing, Walter, you almost had me impressed”, Derek commented, knowing very well that blowing his old ‘less of an employee-more of a friend’s’ ego would play out well for him.“Was it though? Really?!”, the old man’s eye’s lit up in excitement, drinking in the praise and momentarily forgetting what the point of their conversation had initially been. Derek nodded at him, playing along.“You know, if I hadn’t been working for your father and then now working for you, I probably would have been in Hollywood. And I wouldn’t have been like a deadbeat actor with a couple of indie films under his belt. Neither would I have been one of those actors whose one movie grosses like a couple hundred million dollars and then they get catapulted into the limelight overnight, but then they get typecast for a couple of years and then they start giving all flops until they’re eventually thrown
I never doubted how much she cared for me. But the way she was avoiding eye contact with me at the dinner, looking unbearably sad by my existence, annoyed even, that sent me down a spiral of unparalleled confusion. But at least now I had some clue about her weird behaviour at the banquet. It all tied into my poisoning and the attempt at my life. But how was the unanswered question.There were cameras in the cell she was being kept in, the footage of her absolute horror on hearing the news of my demise had to some extent curbed my father’s anger. And bought me some well needed time. The others were not so convinced, most of them, especially my mother, claiming that Roselia was just faking it. That she was just acting for all it was worth so that she could save herself after her escape attempt failed. But thankfully for me, I had a very strong rebuttal, ‘Could anyone of them explain why she then told them where the antidote was? If her plan was to kill me.’ That shut them up real quick
But I would be lying if I said it didn’t make my heart happy as fuck when I realized that even the possibility of my being dead and no more in this world would make her that fucking sad, like she couldn’t even ever accept it for it would be too painful. Her cries for me broke and fixed me all at the same time.I never doubted how much she cared for me. But the way she was avoiding eye contact with me at the dinner, looking unbearably sad by my existence, annoyed even, that sent me down a spiral of unparalleled confusion. But at least now I had some clue about her weird behaviour at the banquet. It all tied into my poisoning and the attempt at my life. But how was the unanswered question.There were cameras in the cell she was being kept in, the footage of her absolute horror on hearing the news of my demise had to some extent curbed my father’s anger. And bought me some well needed time. The others were not so convinced, most of them, especially my mother, claiming that Roselia was ju