Dear readers, I've been a bit distracted recently, sorry for the late update. Hopefully I can make it better next time. Matthew was still amazed with the favorable outcome when he retired to his chamber shortly after dinner. An hour ago, he wouldn't have expected that his luck would change over the course of one night. Suddenly he had somewhere to settle down, and a chance to turn over a new leaf. But the best part of it was not having to separate with Arabella. The prospect of seeing her everyday, staying close to her, filled him with utter delight. After putting his new shoes neatly in the corner near the door, he blew out the candle in the nightstand and threw his weary limbs upon the bed. He flipped over and buried his face in the pillows, breathing deeply in the fresh scent of soap. For someone who used to sleep on the hard, sometimes wet concrete in a shady nook, such simple joys like being able to sleep on a mattress and rest his head on a pillow felt heavenly. Lying on his st
"Bella! You scared me out of my wits!!!" He blurted out. Quickly he looked over his shoulder to see if anyone was around before closing the door behind him. He spun to face her and exclaimed,"Bella, you should stop sneaking into my room!" She seemed stung at his abrupt manner."You don't seem happy to see me."He ignored the complaints and persisted,"Bella, if somebody catches you in my bed, I'll be thrown out on my arse right away!"Disappointment clouded her face, and she took a sharp breath, "Alright, I'll go if you can't stand the sight of me."Pushing herself out of bed, she whirled around and shot to the window. He instantly regretted his spontaneous reaction."Bella, wait!"But she had disappeared to the other side of the window. He hurried outside, following her as she crossed the lawn. He grabbed hold of her arm but she struggled to wrest free. Quickly he released his grip,"Bella, I'm sorry. Please don't be mad at me."She refused to look at him, but she didn't leave him
For an instant, Matthew considered to take his discarded shirt and put it on, but the lady already beckoned him to follow her."Come with me."Anxious to keep a respectable distance, he followed the lady to a small garden near the library, where she ordered him to rearrange the position of some flowerpots. As he moved about the short space, he became painfully aware of the woman's excessive attention. During the course, she continued to stare at him in that odd, alarming way, but he dismissed the unsettling feeling and focused on his work.Hoisting a heavy sandstone pot, he spun around and almost crashed into the lady, who had come to stand right behind him. He staggered back a step."Pardon me, Milady." "How old are you, Matthew?" The older woman asked out of the blue."I'm seventeen, Milady.""I see." She murmured, her eyes drifted from his naked chest to his muscular biceps."You have strong arms." He couldn't think of a reply to that remarks, so he dropped his gaze and sidestep
Disclaimer!This content contains sexual abuse. As he lay in his bed waiting for the clock to strike ten, Matthew finally got to understand the full extent of suffering experienced by a man sitting in the dock awaiting a sentence. The past several hours had been a torment and he didn't think he could endure it for another hour.He could only pray that he'd be given a second chance. He'd made a fatal mistake, and whatever the lady had in store for him, he had no choice but to accept it. Though he couldn't begin to imagine how he would live the rest of his days without Arabella. He had no idea how he would manage to go on with his life if he never got to see her again. The distant clock struck ten somewhere in the house, indicating the end of the wait. As he jumped to his feet and sneaked out of the room, he resolved that even if the worst happened and he got banished, he would find a way to see Arabella, as long as she wanted him around. The house was quiet at this hour. Silence ech
The next morningAlmost colliding with a maid bringing a pile of fresh towels in her haste, Arabella rushed down the grand spiral staircase and crossed the hall to the breakfast room. Last night she'd got a brilliant idea to make amends to Matthew for the trouble she caused him yesterday, and to investigate him about the letter. Who could possibly send him the letter? The question had been taking up most of her waking thoughts since yesterday. Even worse, the possible answer to that question had kept her awake all night. She guessed it must be one of the young maids. In fact she wouldn't be surprised if Matthew had more than one admirer. The mere thought of him dallying with another girl was enough to make her blood boil. Once she found who dared to flirt with him, she would make sure the girl got fired.In the meantime, she planned to steal Matthew away for a day and spend time with him to her heart's content. She was going to take him to the remote part of the village, where they
Stranded in a foreign town with nothing but the clothes on his back, Matthew knew no other way to survive but to return to his old ways. He stayed in a blind alley near the market town, where he could easily blend with the locals while picking out his targets. He'd resolved to go on with his life, but not a day passed that he didn't think about Arabella. Her images pervaded his dreams and consumed his waking hours. He imagined her reaction the minute she found out he was gone. He'd promised to stay, but he'd left her without a word. What would she think of him? It was likely that she hated him now. Not that it mattered. Sooner or later, she would return to her family, and when she reentered society, she would meet a man of her class, and soon forget about him.Determined to put his misery behind him and get on with his life, he plunged into the bustle of the market town. As he pretended to jostle through the crowd, his hand unobtrusively made its way into some man's pocket, and a coi
It happened in a flash that Joseph "Mighty Joe" Goddard could barely see anything until the young man who shouted at him suddenly crumpled in a heap at his feet, and the other man reeled back with a surprised look. The next second, Goddard caught the sight of a blood-coated knife in his hand.Then a shocking realization struck him. The blood dripping from the knife would have been his had the young man not thrown himself in front of him. Leaping down, Goddard swiftly flipped the young man to see the severity of his injury, and found that red stain had been expanding rapidly over his shirtfront.Goddard cursed himself for not being aware of the oncoming danger. He'd dismissed a threat he'd received not so long ago as a mere bluff. He'd never feared for anything under the sun in his fifty eight years and he'd always refused to be defeated by age despite the fact that he was nudging sixty. However, it appeared that he began to lose his customary alertness."Fucking bastard!" He sprang
Marguerite said nothing more, allowing Goddard time and space to dwell on the matter. She remained there to offer him her quiet support. Time crawled in silence, that seemed to grow oppressive with every passing minute. The wait appeared to be an unbearable torture for Goddard, who glanced impatiently at the door every few minutes and never stopped flicking his fingers on his clad thigh. After what seemed like ages, the door opened and the doctor stepped out of the room. Goddard leapt to his feet, and practically pounced on the older man, not even giving him a second to draw breath."How is he?" "He will be fine. He lost a lot of blood but thankfully the stab didn't get into his vital organ." Goddard's face instantly cleared at the news. He continued to ask the doctor several other questions, while Marguerite slipped into the room. The nurse, who had just finished tidying up after the doctor, informed her a moment before leaving."We've had him cleaned up for now, make sure to keep