Caleb's scowl turned darker as he nursed a glass of whisky in his dark study. His thoughts dwelled on the woman who had seized his heart and seemed determined not to let go, even though she was currently unconscious. He felt like a fool for being so unsettled over a woman he should despise but no matter how hard he tried, Natalia was firmly entrenched in his head.He found himself lurking at her door like a stranger in his own home and each time, the sight of her pale face made the claws of guilt sink deeper into his heart.If only he had treated her right. If only he had not been so cruel and heartless. If only—.With a sound of disgust, Caleb restlessly jerked out of the chair and prowled to one of the huge floor-ceiling windows in the room, his thoughts as turbulent as the storm that threatened outside.The darkness of the sky was fitting to his mood and his lips twisted in a self-deprecating grimace. He had no one else to blame for his predicament.Suddenly, the door shoved open
Abigail sighed for the umpteenth time in ten minutes. With a loud groan, she dropped on her bed, bouncing a little as her hooded gaze swept around the room. "God! This place is worse than a darned tomb!" She mumbled under her breath, sliding a suspicious gaze at the door. She didn't trust anyone in this mansion and they all avoided her like a plague—including Caleb. Since her unannounced arrival in the mansion, Caleb had disappeared. There was simply no other word for it. No matter how hard she tried to get him to spend time with her, he never accepted her invitation. He was always either busy with work or in his wife's room. Even the maids in the household seemed to turn up missing whenever she needed them. There was this thinly-veiled dislike that seemed to be directed at her. Not that she cared though. Soon, she would become the mistress of the household, and then, no one would dare treat her like trash. She would finally have all that was due to her. She vowed silently, her ey
"Damn it!" Caleb cursed, hitting his palm against the tiled wall of his bathroom in frustration.The steam and hot water did nothing to ease his mind and the pressures of the past few days are starting to get to him.Sighing heavily, he shut off the water and stepped out into his room. It was a perfect reflection of his mood, the drawn dark curtains and heavy, brown furniture, mimicking his turbulent thoughts.He couldn't shake the guilt that ate at him since Natalia's body was pulled out of the water. It was that guilt that pushed him to keep pressing on her chest, desperately trying to resuscitate her.Now, that same feeling stuck to him like a second skin, like a weight on his shoulders he couldn't shake. He didn't even like his wife but he knew she didn't deserve to die just like that.He let out another heavy sigh as he quickly dressed up and stepped out to check on his wife. Her room was a sharp contrast to his- bright blue colours and open windows to let in air. The room looked
“Hello, ma’am,” the voice said in a low, barely audible voice. “Hello?” Abigail Sinclair answered cautiously, seated at the dressing table in her room and admiring her reflection in the mirror on the wall. “It’s me, ma’am. The maid,” the voice whispered. Abigail rolled her eyes in disgust at the sound of heavy breathing coming through the phone.“Yes, so?” She asked impatiently. These peasants can be annoying. Why was she identifying herself? Didn’t she know anyone could have hacked and traced the call? Abigail fought the urge to yell at her. She couldn’t afford to lose her cool because it would make the maid skittish. She had gone through so much trouble to gain her tenuous trust and get her to spy for her. Really, it was amazing what someone could achieve with money. “The miss, she is…” she trailed off. Abigail immediately sat upright, her beautiful face becoming twisted as she widened her eyes and held the table before her in a white-knuckled grip. “Yes? Speak, you silly gir
Caleb Kensington was in turmoil. His usually suave look was distorted, his curly, black hair ruffled by his long, strong fingers, and his shirt was untucked and half-unbuttoned.“If my wife could see me now, she would surely faint from shock,” he mused. “If only I knew where she was,” he muttered, dragging his hand through his hair for the umpteenth time that night.The past hour had been quite confusing when the alarm had sounded, drawing him out from the depths of his slumber just minutes after he had slept off after returning from work. Everyone had dashed around, thinking it was a break-in, but the guard’s thorough search had yielded nothing. There was no intruder in the house. Fury had swamped him at the thought that someone had played a prank on him.“Could it be that the false alarm had been to distract them from the true purpose?” He pondered, a thunderous scowl on his handsome, chiselled face, as a thought occurred to him.Where was his wife? Despite all the panic, Natalia ha
As Amelia lay on her tiny bed, she tried to distract herself from the evil thoughts that loomed. Immediately she heard footsteps approaching her room, she clutched her bed sheet tight in fear. It was worn out, and any single drag or strain could tear it. "Amelia!!!" her step-sister screamed from her doorpost. "Yes I'm here," Amelia answered, rushing towards her, hands and feet quivering in fright. She could feel her heart beat at an abnormal rate. "I want you to whip me up something good and tasty. The dinner you made was the worst I've ever eaten," she said. "Yes, I can," Amelia answered. "I wasn't asking for your permission or objection either. It's an order and I want it to be done with immediate effect," she said while stomping her feet. "Okay," Amelia quickly dashed into the kitchen in a confused state. Her step-sister didn't tell her what exactly she wanted to eat. "Something nice and sweet," Amelia said, murmuring to herself. She set out to prepare to rinse a pan. She