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"She’s unraveling," Marco said, approaching Laurent, who stood on the balcony, a glass of scotch in his hand, watching the city lights below."Rebecca?" Laurent asked without looking.Marco nodded. "She’s drunk on power now. And maybe something else."Laurent scowled. "She knows more than she says. She’s hiding something. Something about Ralph."Laurent downed his drink. "Then we need to squeeze it out of her before she ruins the plan.""I don’t think she cares who gets caught in the crossfire anymore."Laurent’s jaw twitched. "Then it’s time we properly introduce her to who we are."~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"I know you have important information that could help Laurent reclaim the company, and you are withholding it from us. Tell us what your deal is. Are you trying to fuck father and son at the same time huh?" Marco asked, pressing the cold steel into the back of her neck.Rebecca felt a cold sweat break out on her brow, her tied palm was sweaty. "That wasn't the case, I was only celebrat
Ralph has practically been living in the hospital for the past week, bringing office work to the hospital to keep his mind busy and reading bedtime stories for Silva. He massages her body carefully before he leaves for work with the hope that she will respond to his touch one day.He kissed her forehead before leaving for work, always hoping—praying—that one day she’d respond to his touch.The monitors beeped steadily, taunting him with their cold reassurance. Silva’s fingers were limp in his hand, but he clung to them like a man drowning.Celia entered quietly, eyes swollen from crying. “Ralph,” she whispered. “You need to rest.” He shook his head, eyes bloodshot. Celia knelt beside him. “This isn’t your fault.”“She went out because of me. I pushed her to make that appearance. She looked so beautiful." His voice trembled. “Only to come home to die.”“She’s not dying,” Celia said firmly. “She’s stronger than this.”Ralph looked at her. “Yes...yes she is.”Even though everything seem
Rebecca was filled with excitement after she returned the uniform she borrowed from the waitress. Entering Spring restaurant wasn't easy at all, she had to leave home very early that day and wait at the entrance to strike a deal with the weakest waitress but she was careful not to be caught by security.The offer she made was tempting. Even the strong-minded would jump at the offer without hesitation. She agreed to pay the waitress twice her salary, only if she would have access to her uniform for a few hours. The waitress's eyes grew wide at the offer, asking if it wouldn't put her in trouble and Rebecca assured her it wouldn't.She asked the waitress to wait for her at a coffee shop so they could meet after she was done with her shift for the day. Those waitresses were really trying. Rebecca didn't know that standing on your feet the whole day while taking orders could be so demanding.While some customers can be so reasonable, some motherfuckers acted otherwise. Their air of impor
"Ben, are you sure there's no mix-up in the lab during the examination? Because for all I can tell, you could’ve mistaken someone else’s report for my wife’s." Ralph said with a look of disbelief. Ben gave him a steady, solemn look—the kind he had mastered over the years."“No, Ralph, we fully understand that your family lab is different from the others, and there’s no chance we made such an error on our part. We’ve successfully flushed the poison from her system, which has helped restore her stability. You should be thankful you brought her in when you did, even though the poison has caused some damage to her body. But rest assured, we have the situation well under control,” Ben reassured him. Having been their family doctor for years, he truly knows his way around these issues."Be rest assured?" Ralph scoffed. "I should be rest assured when my wife is tied to that hospital bed with no sign of life in her? For goodness sakes, all those tubes poking out of her and no sign of life in
Rebecca leaned against the restaurant's back wall, taking off her mask as her lips curled into a cruel, trembling smile.She took a bite. I saw it. That’s all I need.The poison wasn’t instant—it was clever, subtle. A blooming dizziness, a lullaby to sleep. Long enough for Silva to get home. Long enough for her to die alone.She watched as Silva exited the restaurant, and it had ignited something sick and sacred inside Rebecca.So poised. So clueless.Ralph’s face flickered in her mind. That possessive, protective edge in his gaze whenever Silva’s name was mentioned. She imagined him seeing her —Rebecca, like that if she wore the silver dress instead.She didn’t just want Silva gone. She wanted to be her.She imagined Ralph’s hands on her skin, his groan in her ear as he whispered her name—Rebecca, not Silva. She’d studied Silva’s laugh, the way she talked, even her signature perfume. Every detail stored in her mind like scripture.As she walked past the kitchen staff, her hips swayed
Ralph sat down in the conference room, eyes glued to what each department manager was scribbling on the board as to how to tackle the issue with the investors in case issues like this arise in the future.Out of the five agendas to be discussed by different panels and directors, there were only two and a half through, and it would be a lie to say that he wasn't appreciative of how engrossed and dedicated each department is towards their job. Of course, some measures keep them on their toes, but whatever success The Royal Association holds today, he owes it all to everyone working in his firm, both great and small. The twentieth anniversary has everyone on their toes, but first, ordinances have to be put in place for the investor's sake.His phone vibrated, and his eyes darted to it, tempted to unlock it and see who it might be, knowing fully well that not many people had his contact information apart from a few important ones.The phone vibrates again, Ralph takes his phone and chec