MasukAria scuttled into the female toilets after her horrific yet bizarre encounter with Celia only minutes before. She apprehensively rushed through the swarms of guests in the hall, struggling to contain her emotions. Through her peripheral vision, she noticed Adrian making his way towards her, but she immediately quickened her pace and continued rushing towards the opposite direction. The thoughts of what they'd been up to only half an hour ago suddenly seemed abhorrent to her, and she felt dirty as the memories washed over her.She entered the tiny bathroom and was welcomed by a sallow-looking Isolde gazing at herself in the mirror. Isolde gyrated her body towards her friend as soon as she heard the door open."Oh my god, what happened to your hair?" Isolde gasped, hands flying towards her mouth in response to Aria’s messy mane. Aria was forced to remember the impact on her skull as the strands of hair had been forcefully wrenched out by the turbulent force that had been Celia."Nothin
"Adrian is having an affair. He's been cheating on you for months!" Marcus blurted out quickly. In that moment, Isolde could've sworn her heart stopped beating, the oxygen stopped entering her lungs, and she, herself, stopped being. She felt void from the inside out. As desolate as the current state of her womb. "What? Wh-what the hell are you saying, Marcus?" Her voice emerged as rough, jagged breaths. "I'm so sorry, Isolde...I know I should've said something earlier, but..." He stopped in his tracks as she held her hand up, indicating for him to stop. He noticed the colour drain from her already pasty pale skin. "How? How...How can this even be true?!" She continued, her gaze drifting down to the floor beneath her. But suddenly she glanced back up towards Marcus, her stare suddenly much more accusing. "This is one of your jokes, isn't it? You've said some stupid things, but this really isn't fun
" Thank you so much for the wine, Lucia and thanks for coming again. We are delighted tonight. Take a seat anywhere, make yourself comfortable and help yourself with the appetitizers" Isolde repeated that mantra for the thirty time that evening. Nearly every single guest had gifted her and Adrian a bottle of bubbly; she was sure they'd have just about enough alcoho to last them till they were well into their fifties. She couldn't help but beam at the mere thought. She and Adrian sprawled out on the couch, ragged and wrinkled, but their love for each other was still as youthful and pure as it was now. "Adrian!" Isolde called out for her fiancé over the roaring music. The night was still young, but the engagement party had been a success so far. The food was great, the company was great, and most of all – it was all about them. She and Adrian, swarms of people had been approaching her most of the evening, giving their well-wishes and blessings to the young couple. "Adrian!" Isolde c
"You coming back to Ma's is for the best, I promise. You'll see." Marcus was positioned directly behind Aria as she gazed at herself in the blurry mirror of her childhood bedroom.It was the morning of Isolde and Adrian’s engagement party.She heaved a sigh of relief as she finally finished outlining her pouty lips and ensured every strand of hair on her head was flowing down just above her waist in perfect waves. As she placed her lip pencil down, she realised how funny it was that people considered the eyes the gateway into the soul. Maybe that was true, but for her and Adrian, it had been the way their lips latched onto each other that had betrayed their bodies and given them insight into what lay buried within the two of them.Aria turned her head towards her older brother and nodded in agreement at his words. Everything would get better now. It had to, didn't it?She patted her hands against the material of her dress, making sur
Isolde couldn't understand Adrian’s reluctance to inform Aria of their latest change of plans, but in an almost desperate attempt to please him and save their relationship, she went along with his wishes.But days passed by, and Adrian showed little intention of ever telling Aria that it was time for her to leave, and so once a whole week had passed by since their decision had been made, Isolde decided enough was enough and that it was the right time."We know it seems really sudden, but...we also think it's for the best, not just for us but for you too. You understand, don't you?" Isolde postulated that there was no easy way to tell your best friend that she'd overstayed her welcome, but it had to be done. Her hand was tightly holding Adrian’s forearm as he stood silently behind her."I get it, really I do, so don't worry. You guys want to be alone, and that's completely understandable." Aria responded. She couldn't help but notice that
She was running.Running barefoot as fast as she could, she felt prickly grass on her feet, trapped in a place she barely recognised. The dense fog robbed her of familiarity. She waved her hands, almost foolishly, in a futile attempt to clear the haze.She heard a shrill shriek behind her and spun around in fear. The fog vanished instantly as if someone controlled her surroundings, making her feel like the victim of a cruel joke.She squinted hard into the distance and noticed a box lying there, just within her reach.No, not a box. A coffin.A short flight of stairs, seemingly completely out of place, led up to the coffin. As she timidly walked towards it, she recognised the setting as a familiar church.Once she reached the bottom of the staircase and eagerly placed her heel on the first step, she realised that she was unknowingly hitching her dress up to her knees. As she peered over her shoulder, she noticed the trail accompanying the dress.She gasped. This was her wedding dress.
“You just can't stand to be away from me, can you?""I'm dying to have you here with me...but that's not why I actually called," Adrian responded, his voice gravelly, completely laced with lust at the thought of being wrapped up in Arias' warmth again. But as he completed the second half of his sen
The weeks passed by excruciatingly slowly after Isolde’s miscarriage.The nights and days gradually converged into one, both of which were filled with oceans of tears.Celeste decided to move in with the three after she deemed both Adrian and Aria irresponsi
WARNING 18+His lips are soft but firm. They move with precision and determination. As if he knows what he's going to. His hand lands on my waist, pulling me closer, and the other one on my cheek as he deepens the kiss. My hands grip his shirt, clutching it tightly between my fingers. I stand on m
When the three of us returned home from the venue viewings, Isolde and Adrian decided to retire to bed early, while I also headed to sleep from exhaustion.When I wake up, it's dark outside. And I notice that my stomach is grumbling like crazy, and my throat is dry and thirsty.Getting up, I rub th







