Ellaya rubbed her eyes and slowly opened them; morning light danced in the corners of her new bedroom, and a gentle breeze brushed against her cheeks. She sat up and the slik cover slipped off her body. When the cold air touched her skin, she realised what had happened the night before. Her face flushed red and a shy smile appeared on her lips as she looked around the room, but there was no sign of the man she had married. Her first night as his wife was nothing but romantic and beautiful. The shyness gave way to uncertainty and fear: what if Iden had left her alone in this unfamiliar house, and where would he go? Many questions arose in her mind, and she quickly wrapped the white silk cover around her breast and opened the room to find the answer. "I..iden.. where are you?" Looking around, she exited her room and descended the stairs. The house was very small, with only a few rooms and old furniture. The house was eerily quiet, as though no one was home. She looked around the livi
"I plead guilty." The courtroom was hushed, the air thick with anticipation. Ellaya Stone stood tall, her gaze unyielding as she uttered those damming words: The judge, a stern figure in black robes, raised an eyebrow."Ms. Stone, are you certain you do not wish to say anything in your defence?" Ellaya's lips curved into a sardonic smile "I, Ellaya Stone, accept responsibility for all of my crimes. As Mr Iden Ruan's personal assistant at Ruan Corporation, I stole and sold the company's proprietary information to the M&D group. I also poisoned Mr Alex Ruan, leaving him comatose." Her admission hung heavy in the room. The man opposite her, Iden Ruan himself watched her with eyes that held both anger and something deeper- a glint of melancholy. "Life in prison sentenced for Ms Ellaya Stone." the judge declared. Ellaya's pride remained intact as she extended her hands to be handcuffed, stepping alongside two police officers. But her gaze lingered on Iden, that mocking smile sti
In the dim moonlight, his breath hitched as he reached for the doorknob, fingers trembling. The wood groaned in protest and the door swung open, revealing a room steeped in memories. there, on the wall, a faded photograph captured a moment frozen in time: a radiant woman beside a man, their smiles etched into the paper. But an ache in his chest told a story beyond the frame. His knuckles whitened, clenched fists trembling like fragile birds. The room's air thickened, anchoring him to the floorboards. His gaze fixed on the photograph fading with age, But words eluded him trapped in his throat, a silent plea. "Ellaya," he rasped, the syllables etching pain across his chest. His trembling fingers brushed the frame, a whispered against time's canvas. The curtains swayed, revealing an emptiness that echoed through his chest. The photograph clung to the wall, sepia hues softening the edges of memories. She, radiant in lace, defied the years. He traced her counters the curves of her cheeks,
It's her, he exclaimed, his voice trembling as he threw her hand in the air and bolted from the cafe'. His eyes darted left and right, scanning the empty road. Just a moment ago, those doe-like purple eyes had locked onto his, but now she was gone-vanished into thin air. It couldn't be his imagination, right? Not another delusion. Ana burst out of the cafe', her face etched with concern."Iden... what's wrong?" He turned to face her, his expression hardening "Nothing," he murmured, hesitating, before taking her hand and pulling her away "Let's go." With determined strides, he led her away his mind racing. He couldn't afford to waste any more time or reveal anything. As they hurried off, a shadowy figure emerged from behind a large tree near the cafe'. She leaned against the tree, lighting a cigarette. With a single trough puff, half of it turned to ash, scattering into the air and falling to the ground.................................................................................
"You, what are you doing here" The woman jolted awake and shouted at the person standing at the door. The man at the door stepped forward, his face etched with worry. "She is back... She is back from prison." her heart pounded in her chest."How is that possible isn't she in the cell for life imprisonment? How could she possibly return? You must be mistaken." he shook his head, his expression resolute."No, my informant can't be wrong." His voice was steady, but his eyes betrayed his anxiety. With unsteady steps, he moved to the bed and wrapped his arms around the terrified middle-aged woman.She trembled uncontrollably, the breath coming in short, panicked gasped, Words failed her as the weight of he husband's revelation sank in. In the dark corner of the room, the woman in black sneered, her eyes glintered with disdain. She lurched away silently uninterested in the conversation behind her.She entered a vast library, the air thick with the scent of old books. Thousand of vol
The tall, obstinate trees swayed gently in the light breeze and the sounds of passing birds as the dew on their leaves kissed the morning sun. The curtains in the white-painted room lifted a speck, and sunbeams fell on the sleeping man on the bed. His eyes quivered twice as he heard greetings from his associates. The first view he saw was not the beautiful one he dreamed about every night, but a white ceiling, and he realized he was in a hospital room. "What am I doing here?" His voice was croaked, and his head was heavy. A dull pain throbbed in his neck. "Boss, we found you unconscious last night. You had a fever, the doctors said, you need to stay under observation and rest for a few days." He was taken aback. The night before, he remembered seeing her, holding her in his arms. It felt so real. How did he end up fainting in the street? Where had she gone? Was it all just a dream? No, it couldn't be. he felt her warmth and heard her voice calling his name in the cold, wet night. I
The man in the ward frowned as he looked down at his phone. His ambience was like a king with the authority to hold the world in his palm and spin as he wished. Clad in a hospital dress, he looked no less than Adonis. His tall frame, standing over six feet three inches, bore the strength of a bull, accentuated by angular muscles and prominent cheekbones, His jawline cut like a blade, and his lips seemed designed for passionate kisses. But it was his silver-grey eyes that held the most captivating allure-a blend of angelic grace and devilish intensity. As the light caught his black hair, it shimmered, adding to his enigmatic charm. It took him no more than fifteen minutes to wash himself off and grab the coat before strutting out of the hospital ward. His every step exuded confidence and authority, and as James trailed behind, flanked by a group of people clad in black. Iden adjusted his Rolex watch as James recited the day's schedule. The chauffeur leaned forward opening the door
A woman, petite and short-haired, sat on her couch, with a face mask. clutching a novel, her legs dangled over the armrest a playful rhythm to their moment. The melody weaving through the air. The knock interrupted her reverie. placing the novel on the table, pulled off the mask. Her smile, sweet as confectionary greeted the visitor as she swung upon the door. But the visitor did mirror her joy. Holding the person's hand she dragged her inside. Ellaya snapped her hands free, rushed into the room, growled at her. "How did you get my number?" Her eyes shot toward her. Whetted. The tension in the room was palpable as Ellaya and Mia faced off. Ellya's eyes bore into Mia, Demanding an answer. "I have my way". She tried to reply with a smile. "You better not contact me if you love your life"; her eyes constricted as her tone grew sterner. "I love my life, which is why I contacted you." "But, more than anything else, I believe you would like to exact revenge on those who have h