The scenery of her encounter with the strange woman had turned her mind to a dance hall, gyrating to every word she uttered at every moment she slipped into reverie.The dots were not connecting, but she felt like she had the puzzle figured out. The next moment, it felt strange.For she clearly casts her mind back to childhood, and seated in her wild memories are two close friends, both four-year-olds, playing with fabrics. That's exactly where the memory fades, nothing more to see in her head as it feels like the bee-like world jumped into the little space in her brain.“A woman who gave up her husband for her selfish desires?” She whispered, sending her back against the soft mattress, as she sprawled her arms carelessly on the feathery surface.She blinked thrice, simultaneously, as if it were a perfect tool to kill a thought of the strange woman's words, being linked to her selfish mother. “No.” She cursed, raising her palm to meet her pounding chest.“My mother loved my father;
Clara: “It's been a year plus, but still, I haven't quite found the right words to express how stupid I feel each day for putting my insecurities and my selfish desires first, over the friendship we once shared. I don't have the best words to tender my apologies, but I can make things right this time, I promise. My heart sinks into despair each time it throbs about the incident that almost claimed your life. Since then, I haven't been myself. I am not asking for too much, Naomi, I will take care of your bills, to my place here in China, and back. I have heard about everything going south in your life, please don't say no. Give me this one more chance to make things right, Naomi. I know, I don't deserve it.”Naomi skimmed through the text she had received from her long-lost Judas and friend, the umpteenth time. Still in doubt and relish. Her heartbeat told a story of the pain she had subjected herself to over a man who didn't catch a glimpse of her ideal kind of man.Every breat
The pen hovered over the last signature line.Naomi’s fingers trembled while she forced herself to press the ink onto the page, the final step in dissolving five years of marriage. Across the brown mahogany table, Ethan Carter sat still, his sharp jaw clenched with his eyes locked on hers with an intensity that made her pulse quicken.She tried to ignore the way his expensive cologne still sent a shiver down her spine. She also tried to forget the countless nights she had spent in his arms, tangled in silk sheets, legs spread across his body, whispering promises that had all crumbled to dust.The lawyer cleared his throat. "Ern ern, Mrs. Bennett…" He corrected himself. "Miss Bennett. Just the last page now." He said.Naomi exhaled sharply. It’s just a signature. Just ink on paper. But as she signed her name, she couldn’t ignore the way it felt, like carving a wound so deep it might never heal. Did she still love him?As she slid the document across the table to Ethan, he took it witho
The morning after should have felt different.Sunlight filtered through the massive windows of Ethan’s penthouse office, casting golden streaks across Naomi’s bare skin. She stirred, muscles aching deliciously from the night before, she still had the remnants of their passion still humming in her veins. They had been together throughout the previous day, ever since the lawyer had gone. She wasn’t his wife anymore. She was supposed to walk away. She thought.Ethan was already awake too, leaning against the edge of his desk, fully dressed except for his loosened tie. His gaze raked over her, unreadable and intense, like he was committing every inch of her to memory and to the memory of the previous night.Naomi pulled the sheet higher over her chest. “You’re staring.“ She said…He smirked, a slow, knowing curve of his lips. “So are you.”She scoffed, rolling her eyes as she sat up. “Last night was a mistake.”Ethan’s expression darkened. “Is that what you tell yourself every time?”Eve
Naomi barely felt the elevator descend. Her pulse thundered louder than the hum of the machinery, her thoughts a chaotic mess of regret, confused desire, and passion to get more, she had to control herself. Whoever made women inferior.She had meant to walk away and be done for good. But her body still ached for Ethan’s touch, her skin still burned where his fingers had lingered. Worse, her heart still wanted him. What does one do when the spirit is willing, but the heart does not wish to let go?The doors slid open, revealing the sleek marble lobby of Carter Enterprises. Naomi forced herself to step forward, past the knowing glances of the receptionists who had seen her come and go too many times before.As she pushed through the glass doors into the crisp morning air, her phone buzzed twice.She pulled it out, expecting a message from Ethan. But it wasn’t him.Instead, it was Damian.Damian: Brunch today? I missed you last night.Guilt coiled in her stomach, cold and suffocating. Sh
Naomi’s fingers tightened around the phone. A chill slithered down her spine, but she forced herself to stay still, to not betray the fear racing through her veins.“What do you want, Damian?” she asked, keeping her voice level, even as her pulse hammered wildly in her chest.“You, Naomi.” His voice was a whisper of steel, just as always. “I want you to remember who you belong to.”Her stomach twisted. “I don’t belong to anyone.”A low chuckle. “That’s where you’re wrong, darling.”The call disconnected.“Pom Pom Pom”, came the sound of the disconnectionShe stood frozen for a moment, her skin crawling, Damian’s possessiveness suffocating. Then, she did the only thing she could and wanted, she called Ethan back. She wanted to feel even.He answered immediately. “Naomi?”Her voice came out in a whisper. “I need to see you, I’m weak.” She said.Ethan’s penthouse was exactly as she remembered, dark wood, glass walls overlooking the city, and the lingering scent of him, smoky, masculine,
Naomi sat on the edge of the bed, gripping the invitation so tightly that her knuckles turned white. The air in the room was thick due to tension and unsaid words. Ethan paced near the window, his jaw set in a hard line."You’re not going," he repeated, his voice low and dangerous.Naomi exhaled shakily. "Ethan, you don’t understand. Damian doesn’t make idle threats. He just showed up, represented by someone else at your door. If I don’t show up, he’ll retaliate. And knowing him, it won’t just be me who suffers."Ethan stopped pacing and turned to her, his gaze sharp. "Then we play this smart. You’ll go"She shook her head violently. "No. No way. I just told you""…but you won’t be alone," he finished, stepping closer. "You think I’d actually let you walk into his territory without protection?"Naomi blinked up at him, heart pounding. "He said to come alone."Ethan smirked, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "And you think I play by his rules? Are you not scared?"Before she could argue f
Naomi’s hands trembled slightly as she turned the card toward him. The words were elegantly scripted, but the message was anything but refined.Meet me on the rooftop alone. Or someone you love will suffer.Her stomach twisted. Damian wasn’t bluffing. He never did.Ethan took the card from her, reading it before his jaw clenched. “He’s trying to isolate you.”Damian smiled. “Such a smart man, aren’t you, Ethan? But then again, you always underestimated just how well I know Naomi.” He stepped closer, lowering his voice so only she could hear. “You and I both know you’ll come. You always do.”Naomi forced herself to remain expressionless, but inside, panic swirled. Damian always had a plan, and now, she was trapped in it.Ethan stepped protectively in front of her. “She’s not going anywhere alone.”Damian chuckled. “We’ll see about that.” Then, with a lingering glance at Naomi, he turned and disappeared into the crowd.Ethan turned to her immediately. “We’re not playing his game.”Naomi
Clara: “It's been a year plus, but still, I haven't quite found the right words to express how stupid I feel each day for putting my insecurities and my selfish desires first, over the friendship we once shared. I don't have the best words to tender my apologies, but I can make things right this time, I promise. My heart sinks into despair each time it throbs about the incident that almost claimed your life. Since then, I haven't been myself. I am not asking for too much, Naomi, I will take care of your bills, to my place here in China, and back. I have heard about everything going south in your life, please don't say no. Give me this one more chance to make things right, Naomi. I know, I don't deserve it.”Naomi skimmed through the text she had received from her long-lost Judas and friend, the umpteenth time. Still in doubt and relish. Her heartbeat told a story of the pain she had subjected herself to over a man who didn't catch a glimpse of her ideal kind of man.Every breat
The scenery of her encounter with the strange woman had turned her mind to a dance hall, gyrating to every word she uttered at every moment she slipped into reverie.The dots were not connecting, but she felt like she had the puzzle figured out. The next moment, it felt strange.For she clearly casts her mind back to childhood, and seated in her wild memories are two close friends, both four-year-olds, playing with fabrics. That's exactly where the memory fades, nothing more to see in her head as it feels like the bee-like world jumped into the little space in her brain.“A woman who gave up her husband for her selfish desires?” She whispered, sending her back against the soft mattress, as she sprawled her arms carelessly on the feathery surface.She blinked thrice, simultaneously, as if it were a perfect tool to kill a thought of the strange woman's words, being linked to her selfish mother. “No.” She cursed, raising her palm to meet her pounding chest.“My mother loved my father;
The prison walls felt like they were closing in, close enough to clap her head, crushing it into nothing. A perfect remedy and escape route for what has just befall her. The unexpected, an accusation that has warranted her to be treated as a suspect until proved otherwise.The moist in her eyes went dry, her lips married each other, refusing to let her breathe a word of the many thoughts that kept rubbing in her head.“Hey, mate. What brings you to the VIP’s cell?” A mature voice shrieked through a squared opening on the white painted wall, calling her attention from the other end of the room.Naomi lifted her head to meet eyeballs flinching through the box like opening.“I am talking to you bitch! You gotta respond to the VIP cell yard mistress or get kicked out to mingle with the regular lifers.”Naomi's heart skipped, twice. She budged, but put her act together, wearing her fears inside, flaunting her unfazed body language on the outside.She stood up from her bunk bed and walked w
It's bold of you to think that I did sacrifice my mid to late twenties working on a brand with your father and let it slip through my fingers to you, who was just there consuming my energy and resources day in and out.FLASHBACK!!!“Sweetheart, why are you weary? Haven't you had enough mashed potatoes for the day?” He mocked the pouting gesture she encrypted on her face.She shrugged her shoulders, twisting the helm of her short gown.“It's not mashed potatoes. You didn't promise me something.” Her voice crackled with sadness.His eyes flickered, but his lips did not lose their stretched posture.He took a few steps and closed the distance between them, bent a little, just enough to meet her sober eyes, where she was seated on a carved log of wood he inherited from his father.“What kind of man would I be, not to grant a woman's wish? Not just any woman. But this one woman who has given me a second chance to live longer in the body of my little angel playing in the fields?”He cupped
“Don't look at me that way Naomi. You're solely behind this food poisoning.” Natasha blurted, sending off a displeased grin on the hospital bed.“But Nat..”“Hold that shit! Don't dare try.” she pressed her body forward, sending a stern look blooming with a stern warning, establishing more displeasure.“Step outside this hospital premises while you wait for your invitation from the police. You already know how this will end. Murderer.”Naomi's eyes furrowed in, and her shaky legs gave her emotions to the tense room as she made for the exit door.The whole world shattered, except for every spot she had stepped foot.How could she? Why is she so cruel to me? I mean, she politely asked me to help her place an order for pizza. How come she's throwing blame and threats on me that I poisoned her meal? C'mon, girl.. may God save you from this one this last time. You'll have to bid farewell to dreams come true that come through to take your sanity.Naomi kept thinking out loud in her head unt
“I have this feeling that you're not safe in that organisation, sweetheart.”“Why do you say so, mum?” Naomi pouted, crossing her arms, shrugging her shoulders in disagreement and begging her mum not to talk her out of her dream job like she did on her first.“My baby, you have to understand me. I am not claiming a supernatural being status, one who knows the end from the beginning, but I know that when a strange feeling like this comes, blowing hot, then there's something off. Everything won't be going smoothly especially now that Damian has a full Knowledge of your presence at the DV’s House.”“Hmmmm… I don't know what to say or what to do, momma, I'm so lost in my head. I can't make a single decision for myself anymore.” Slow sobs meddled with the air as she fell her head upon her mother's chest, shifting herself into her embrace, closing the distance between her skin and her mother's on the feathery soft couch.Her mom wrapped her arms around her, bringing her jaw to meet her hea
Cring! Cring! Cring!Naomi's phone kept voicing like it was calling its owner by the name to pick it up.“Who's bugging me at this time of the day?!” she shrugged, sluggishly sending her arm to reach the crying gadget beside her where she was relaxing after a tedious annoying floor scrubbing session she never was prepared for.When she brought it to her face, her face fell. She slid the green indicator up and the call connected.“Hello..” silence stretched.“Nao–mi. I have caused you enough and I am not even asking you to forgive…”“Can you catch this crab, Mrs. Laurent?” Naomi cut in. Sharp. Cold and edgy. She buried her forehead into her palms and let out a heavy, lifeless sigh that came forth without a sound.“What do you want from me this time?” she pauses, expecting no answer and continued “Money? I've got none. All thanks to your selfish desire. I have been promoted to the position of a cleaner in the DV House and not just a cleaner, a regular cleaner who washes toilets too. I
A little greed wouldn't hurt. Not extreme. But not something far from extreme.Natasha’s mum had been fond of those words. Eventually, Natasha became a die-hard fan of her idol, her mother. Who had forged her way into her father's life.She had literally nothing to her name, but a little greed brought all she ever needed to her doorstep at the snap of a finger.Natasha’s parents were on the brink of losing a life-changing fabric contract deal with a top clothing brand based in Paris.At the time, Naomi’s parents were top-noted fashion designers working for Natasha’s Father, who owned a fabric and cloth-making company. They were underpaid, but they carried the company's name above head level through their artistry, dedication and creativity in creating jaw-dropping designs that sparked page-turner conversation in magazines and on the news.Recognition came pouring in, but the CEO had a mouthful of it, leaving no crumbs. Yet, he paid them just enough to keep them coming back to work fo
The past week and previous months were a hell of a sort for Damian; he really could not explain why he couldn't turn in Naomi to Ethan, who was also there, present in the event centre.His heart ached for days, and questions kept burning in his gut. Squeak!His office door was pushed open without a prior sign. His eyes and head converged to his door anticipating the face behind the shadow that greeted the floor, standing tall through the now Ajar door.“Natasha..” he breathed with a shaky voice.“Hi, D’ head.” She shot a smile, waving her left palm and the other fixed to her waist, standing akimbo, shooting her hips to one side.“I don't know what to do with you spoiled brat.” Damian shot a mean glare at Natasha’s carefree attitude of pestering and bugging him.“I am not in my seat. Check back, Natasha, check back.” He reeled aggressively.“Chill, boy, chill. You know I have all the cards now.” Her eyes went half-shut, and she suckled on her finger, dripping it with the transparent l