I was bored and needed something to divert my attention. So here I was in an old dusty room which looked like it hasn't been cleaned for more than ten years.
Coughing I looked at the thick layer of dust on the table beside me, 'What does my husband do here? Do he even come here?'
Staring around I could see many pictures covered with white clothes. Some boxes here and there but what I didn't understand was why keep all this locked here? Why not hang pictures on the walls?
Taking hold of one of the boxes I opened it to find a beautiful necklace in it. Unintentionally I touched the clean smooth diamond hanging in the chain.
"Whose things are these? And why had my husband kept all this like it's his treasure that he won't let anyone steal?" I muttered to myself as a wave of burning jealousy spread through me when a thought hit me.
What if this all belongs to a girl Andrew loved very much but unfortunately, something happened between them? Th
I was taking a bath. My husband ruined my workout session and turned it into a make-out session saying it was also a better exercise. Idiot! So after that here I was closed eyes, laying in the water. Though the male wanted to have a bath together I knew many other things would have happened instead of bathing, so I said no to him. A small smile was plastered on my face as I felt myself relaxing but not for long. Suddenly, the water felt hot like boiling lava burning me. Opening my eyes I saw the water was changed into blood, the lifeless body of my mother was laying opposite me. Screaming out of fear I stood up trying to get away from the bathtub but lost my balance and fell back right into the tub. "Why are you running from me?" My breath was rigid as I felt fear overcoming every sense of mine. "H-how could you be here?" I muttered. No, this was just my mind playing tricks! She looked in bad condition, her clothes covered in h
"Come on fast." Rolling my eyes I walked out of my room and towards the impatient husband of mine who was waiting downstairs for me. My black tight, short dress with heels- yeah I wore heels!- and smoky eye makeup was giving me a badass look, messy bun was cherry on top. Walking down I made eye contact with the male who was staring at me wide-eyed before coughing and looking around. "I gave you this frock but..uh..." Was he blushing!? Hell yeah, he was, scratching the back of his neck he gave me his hand. "Let's go." Nodding, we both strolled out of the house. Andrew had asked me to have dinner out and I agreed, because why not? ***** "Which flavor of ice cream do you want?" I rubbed my jaw thinking for a while before deciding, on chocolate flavor. Just when we turned after taking our order I cursed in my mind because the stepbrother of my husband came in. A female with a child in her hand followed behind him. Truthfully I didn
"So you mean I was pushed by someone and that wasn't me just being delusional?" I inquired, trying to believe that someone hated me to an extent that he or she went as far as trying to kill me. He hummed while I kept my poker face mask on because I didn't want him to think that he did wrong by telling me this. I was restless and curious about the truth but now I was disturbed mentally after knowing it. I thought it was true about humans, 'they are never happy or satisfied with what they have.' or at least it suited me. Now I wanted to know more about this even when I knew I couldn't handle it. "But who was it?" The male rubbed his jaw like he was also confused about it before speaking up. "Only maids are there who are suspected to be behind this. But most of them were in their room. As for what I know two maids were not in the servant quarter. Catherine and Maddison." I nodded listening to him. Didn't know why but my heart and mind
Breathing loudly while not letting my tears be successful in falling I comforted my sister. "You have Liam why say you're lonely? Also, you can come to me anytime." I said, my voice deep with emotions. "I...You both seem busy in your own life." Frowning I made the sibling of mine face me. "What's up with you in real? Did you fight with that male or something else?" She gazed at her hands like there was nothing more interesting than them. That was the clue that something had happened between my friend and sister. She couldn't lie to me and that was why she wasn't saying anything, preferring silence more. "Tell me, Alison. Or I might call him to ask what's going on between you both. I swear if he had done something bad then I'm not gonna leave that man. He promised to keep you happy, so you telling me or not?" I tried to sound a little authoritative. She sighed before speaking up. "He is planning to go to some other country." She muttere
"How is it?" I inquired with folded arms and lifted brows. "Hmmm, okay." His poker face was on, as he tried to give an impression that the food wasn't good. "Are you serious? Lying isn't a good thing nor trying to make me fool is good." Narrowing my eyes while half bending in front of the male, keeping both of my hands on the table I gave him a look saying just-drop-that-expression-of-yours. I agreed that the food I made wasn't as heavenly as he made last week for me. But it wasn't bad either. "Okay, don't stare at me like that. It's great." A smile crept on his lips, showing his white big teeth. "Told ya." It was my time of acting, I flipped my hair and sat beside him. He chuckled while shaking his head but not saying anything. ***** "Lemme come with you." I pouted, but he moved his head from left to right. "Can't do that, I won't like you going there. Especially when I know that bastard would be there." He hugged me.
"Why would you change within seconds, last week you didn't want me to do any work, and today I have to check this whole pile," I whined while my husband sat there with a blank face nodding at me but still looking at his computer. Yesterday, I once again acted weird. I didn't know how but sometimes while lying on my bed or when I would be in the bathroom or at any other place where I would be alone I would see my mother's face. She would be too pale, her clothes red and blood dripping down on the floor where she would stand. Not understanding what I should do or why this was happening I started acting crazy that what others would say. Shouting at nothing or talking to walls. Which made Andrew take me to the hospital. And the doc said that I have taken my mother's death as a big surprise and my mind wasn't letting me forget it because I didn't want to let go of that memory. Maybe it was true because I believed I could have done something to save h
"No my dear sis, it won't be solved like this." I crossed the answer that she wrote on the sheet before explaining to my sister what was the right way to reply to this. "But didn't you tell me to do this just like I did?" She questioned with a pout looking at the paper with confusion. "Nope, that was a different type of question." She sighed while understanding what I was explaining to her. Just like I had said I was helping Alison in preparation for her exams. I sent a driver to pick her up and here both of us were having study time. Andrew had some important work, so he would be coming home a little late but I didn't know why my guts were giving me a bad feeling. Like something not so good was about to happen. Why? I didn't know but the messages from unknown numbers and Adrian, weren't something to make me relax, the tension was building up within me. What was going to happen? "Hey!" Blinking twice I stared at my sister, giving her a
Running into the room I locked the door before throwing myself on the bed. "Open the door! Alyssa, I promise it isn't what it looks like!" Andrew knocked on the door but all he got was silence from my side. I couldn't bring myself to answer him. I could have believed that he might be saying the truth but the hickey and those pictures had made me not only angry but broken too. I was hurt deeply and I needed some time alone. I had believed my husband more than anyone and it sometimes surprised me too as to how I could rely on someone this much. I trusted and believed him. But I needed time, for my mind to stop thinking negatively and for my heart to accept that he was speaking the truth. I hated to say it out loud but my mind was saying to believe some stranger rather than my spouse. Which I did for a second, but I knew the picture could be a lie, or what the male was saying could be a lie because the mark on his neck could not appear from anywhere. It