ALEJANDROThe words in front of me had stopped making sense. They all looked like some foreign language I had never learned. I blinked hard, trying to refocus, but the letters only grew more distant, as if the page itself was mocking me.How long had I been staring at this single paragraph?I glanced at the clock on the wall.Midnight.My hand was still holding the pen, fingers cramped from gripping it too tightly.Still confused, I groaned.None of it mattered right now.Not when my mind wasn’t here. Not when it had been elsewhere all night, pulled in the direction of a girl I had no business thinking about.I dropped the pen, leaning back and taking in a breath. I stood up and walked away from the cluttered table, irritated.I walked across the room and threw myself onto the couch, letting gravity do the work.I wasn’t tired, not exactly.I was irritated that my mind was still clouded—it had hit a brick wall. I tried distracting myself with work, but even that has yielded no favoura
JASQUIREI had to do it today. I waited all day to do this. It had to be now.There was no more putting it off. I would have done it yesterday if it wasn’t for Belle. She always got on my nerves. Today was the day. I stood motionless in the middle of the kitchen, scanning it as I tried to gather my thoughts. I took a breath. Then another. My fingers curled slightly at my sides. Then I began to move. The first was making tea. I had something to pour it in so that would do. I reached for the top cupboard beside the sink and opened it with a gentle tug.Nothing.Just mismatched mugs, a chipped measuring cup, and a half-empty jar of honey sitting beside a tin of salt that had long since lost its lid.I frowned and closed it. Then tried the one above the stove. Spices. Tins of sardines. No tea bags. I opened the drawer below, then another.My hands moved faster now, trying to hasten the process before someone came in. This wasn’t about the tea anymor
MEANDRAI heard a sound.My eyebrows furrowed, and my fingers twitched. I felt uncomfortable, but I stayed in place, trying to relax my brows and the tension I felt.Suddenly, a piercing scream piercedthrough the silence.My eyes flew open, heart pounding against my ribs.For a moment, I laid frozen, my fingers clutched at the thin sheet as my mind scrambled to process what I'd just heard. It wasn’t a dream. It was real.I scanned the room, trying to make out where the sound came from.I tried to calm myself when I heard it again. My breath caught in my throat.Fear coiled in my stomach, but I threw the covers aside and swung my legs over the edge of the bed.The wooden floor was cold beneath my feet, but I barely noticed.There it was again.That was all i needed to jerk out of bed. I rushed to the door, fumbling with the handle, my breath stuck in my throat.Who was it? What had happened?The hallway beyond my room was dimly lit. Every step i took echoed.Silence.My pulse throbb
MEANDRAI still couldn’t believe it.Even as Jasquire’s words echoed in my mind, over and over again, I couldn’t force myself to accept it. He wouldn’t do that. Not him. He wasn’t capable of something like this. It wasn’t in his nature.He even hated her.That much had been clear. The bitterness in his voice when he spoke about her, the way his jaw would clench at the mere mention of her name, the way he always left the room whenever she entered—those weren’t the habits of a man who could even tolerate her presence, let alone… No.It didn’t make any sense.He didn’t make any fuss, he just left. Just like that. No warning.I hesitated.My legs felt heavy, trying to hold me back, trying to convince me not to follow, not to know. But I couldn’t stay behind. I had to see. I had to understand.So I followed him.After a moment of silence, I called out. “Steven”.He halted and turned, his lips spreading into a smile at the sight of me. “Meandra,” he responded. “Are you okay? How have you be
MEANDRAEver since Steven left, everything had begun to feel… off. The hallway felt colder. The conversations were quieter. And Jasquire—she had changed. Or maybe she hadn’t changed at all. When she saw Alejandro, her entire demeanor transformed. Her expression would light up —eyebrows arched with delight, eyes glinting with mischief. Her lips would stretch into a soft, sweet smile, the kind that seemed so genuine, so effortless, it could’ve fooled anyone.Anyone but me.Because I saw it for what it was-a performance. There was an innocence in the way she tilted her head, in the carefully placed hesitations in her speech, the false warmth in her voice. And Alejandro? He was just there. It made something in me twist. Not out of jealousy—at least, I didn’t think so—but something deeper.But her eyes—when they turned to me, she showed her true self.She didn’t bother pretending with me. Her gaze was cold, sharp, and disdainful. She looked at me like I was an inconvenienc
MEANDRA“I haven’t seen Steven. Is he okay?” Belle asked. Her tone startled me. I paused with my fingers mid-twist, the thick strands of her hair coiled in my hand as I tried to wrap them into a neat bun at the top of her head.The question hung in the room like smoke. My hands resumed their motion, slower now. The silence filled up the space between us. My throat tightened, but I swallowed the lump before I spoke.“He’s taking care of his wife,” I informed her, not wanting to reveal anything. She was just a kid, I couldn’t burden her with stuff like this. “Why?” I asked, curious as to why she brought his name up.“I know what happened,” she revealed. She turned to face me, and I paused my actions, looking at her furrowed eyebrows. “I heard the maids talking about it. They gossip a lot,” she added, turning back to look at the mirror.I parted my lips to speak, but I had no words.“Shantai didn’t tell me either. She thinks I’m just a kid. Everyone does,” she added, lowering her head. T
JASQUIREI walked down the hallway, heading down the direction of my father’s room. The hallway stretched long, dimly lit before me.Two guards appeared up ahead. They strolled at a slow pace, talking in hushed voices, steps lazy.I recognized them vaguely—Daniel and Jordan, two of the younger men in the rotation, barely older than me but always acting like they were the best.Which they clearly weren’t.They weren’t my concern. Not really. Still, something in me stiffened.I measured my steps. Not too fast, not too slow. I couldn’t afford to look hurried, and certainly not afraid.The air was thick with suspicion lately, and everyone seemed to be watching—especially now that Steven had left, it stirred up more gossip than you could think of.If only he kept his damn mouth shut.I kept my gaze forward, willing myself to look disinterested, as if I didn’t even see them. I hoped to pass without a care in the world.Just a few more steps.But then, I felt it. The eyes on me like they had
MEANDRAThe night grew quickly and so did the sudden pain in my chest. My heart had refused to calm but quickened. I felt like something was about to go wrong but everywhere had been quiet so far. Calm even.Too calm and too quiet.So much so that I would gasp at every sound and strain my ears, waiting to hear something. Anything.Ever since I had confronted Alejandro about Steven’s sudden departure, a heavy, suffocating weight had settled over my chest.It grew heavier with each passing hour, pressing down until even breathing became a conscious effort. I found myself wishing — desperately wishing — that I had never gone to him at all. His words, cold and cutting like winter blades, still echoed in the hollows of my mind.“Your words could get you killed,” he had said, his voice devoid of warmth.But strangely, that wasn’t what made my palms sweat and my hands tremble even now. That wasn’t what made my legs feel as though they had turned to stone, each step heavier than the last, nor
MEANDRAMy eyes took in the interiors of the bedroom. It was beyond my expectations. Not that I was expecting anything luxurious. I was simply grateful to have a bed and a change of clothes to sleep in. My eyes lingered on the queen sized bed in the middle of the room. There was a vanity and a mirror at one corner, a table and a chair at the other corner. There was a double doored wardrobe adjacent to the bed. I didn't know my breath was caught in my throat until now. I closed my eyes and sighed.My heart was racing. It almost seems too good to be true. I was waiting to awaken from this dream. Somehow the universe would plunge me back into the darkness like it usually does and what was remaining of my hope would shatter. It was a feeling that was well familiar and I was used to it by now.I was used to it all except now, I wasn't waking up. I was stuck here. It seemed like it was too real to be true. The feeling of bittersweet nostalgia hit me. There was nothing that I could do to m
MEANDRAI couldn’t stop myself.It was as though the flickering awareness of my surroundings was blurred, and I was no longer in control of my body. Before I even knew what I was doing, my feet had begun to move. The space between us—once charged with uncertainty, and the silence of too many unsaid things—began to shrink with every step I took toward her.Shantai didn’t move. She stood still, unmoving and unflinching.My hands reached out before I could even think of why.They hovered at first, hesitant, trembling. Then they touched her. My arms slid across the curve of her back, one hand rising to cradle her shoulders while the other pressed gently against her spine. She was here.I pulled her body flush against mine. My cheek rested beside hers. I felt the rise and fall of her chest, the subtle tension in her muscles, the cautious way her breath caught between us. But still, she didn’t push me away. My lips curved. A smile bloomed across my face before I even realized it. I coul
MEANDRAIt could have been worse. I tried to reassure myself. It was not completely what I wanted but at the same time. It could have been worse.“Shantai,” before I could stop Belle from standing up too quickly, she hurried to the doorway where Shantai stood.Shantai had time to accommodate her in her arms before the both of them were knocked off balance, in a tangle of hands and legs. I held my breath. For a second, the whole room was shrouded in silence and then out of the blue, Belle began to laugh before Shantai joined in.There was no explanation for how it happened but the corners of my lips were beginning to tilt up into a smile. A much wider one that I didn't think that I was capable of. I closed my eyes and sighed. The confines of my chest felt very light.“What are you still doing there? Join us,” Belle stretched out her hand with a huge smile. Her eyes twinkled with amusement and delight. I wasn't so sure I could remember the last time I witnessed life in her eyes.I didn'
MEANDRAI could feel my heart pounding in my ears as I hurried down the hallway with Belle's frail hand in mine. I knew she was too weak to run but I couldn't, wouldn't take the risk of leaving her behind at the mercy of Jasquire.Not when I could feel the sound of her hasty steps hurrying behind me. I wasn't going to let Shantai be blamed for something that she had no knowledge of. Not when she mattered so much to Belle.Not when she had come to matter so much to me. If anything, I felt something shift within me. Calling it determination was a bit of a stretch but I could tell that it was a very strong emotion. One that I couldn't let go of.“Come back here this instant,” Jasquire's loud voice pierced through the silence of the hallway. But her command held no weight and thank goodness, that I still remember what freewill felt like because I was never going to do what she needed me to do.“Alejandro,” his name slipped from Belle's lips again. Louder this time. We could still hear Jas
MEANDRAAlejandro hadn’t been the same since Jasquire accused Shantai of drugging Belle.I saw it in the way his eyes dulled around her, the way his shoulders stiffened when she entered a room, even if she only came to collect something she’d forgotten. There was no fury, no loud accusations—just silence.A thick, impenetrable wall of silence that said more than rage ever could. He didn’t yell. He was simply silent and that was even more dangerous.Shantai had once been the only other person in Belle’s life who acted like family—not duty, not title. Just care. But now, Alejandro forbade her from even hrt Belle’s room.When Belle woke from fevered sleep, reaching for Shantai’s hand, it was mine she found instead. I had been the one to tuck the cool cloth beneath her brow. I was the one taking care of her.And Shantai had been sent to scrub linens in the laundry room.It wasn’t right.I watched her each time she passed Belle’s room on her way to and from the wash station.Her fingers wo
JASQUIREImmediately after stepping out of the room, my heart began racing and it became hard to hide my expression. The weight of what had just happened still pressed down on my chest. I walked quickly but not too quickly, careful not to draw attention to myself. My feet barely made a sound against the old wooden floor.“Father,” I called softly, my voice barely rising above a whisper. I glanced around, hoping no one had heard me. “Father...” I repeated, a little louder this time.I hesitated when I heard the sound—a faint shuffle. My breath caught mid-step. It came from behind me, close, too close. Every instinct screamed for me to turn around, to see who—or what—was there. But I didn’t.I forced myself to remain still, eyes fixed aheadTurning too quickly would only confirm suspicion. Whoever was behind me might already be watching, waiting for that one flinch, that one giveaway glance. So I stayed rigid, pretending not to notice.I shifted slightly, just enough to seem casual.My
MEANDRAHis loud, hasty footsteps echoed down the corridor, growing louder with every passing second. Relief swelled in my chest like a tide. I knew that sound better than I knew my own name.Alejandro.I bent over Belle. Her head lolled slightly, her breath shallow but wrong—too slow, too forced, like her body had to remember how to keep going.“Alejandro is coming,” I whispered, voice catching in my throat. I reached out, brushing back a stray lock of hair from her damp forehead, then gently tapped her cheek with the tips of my fingers. “Hey, stay with me, Belle. He’s almost here, alright? You’re going to be fine. I promise.”Her eyelids fluttered. She didn’t speak, butshe moved her head in a sluggish nod. A low, airy hum slipped through her lips—a soft, desperate sound that nearly shattered me. Her eyes weren’t completely shut. She was trying.Trying so hard not to give in. To stay awake. To stay alive.The door behind us banged open.Alejandro burst in, his chest heaving, his ey
MEANDRAI took in multiple breaths, finally being able to breathe properly. The hallway outside Alejandro’s room was silent, filled with only the thud of my footsteps as I rushed away. The air felt thinner here, less suffocating than the thick tension I’d just escaped. But I wasn’t steady yet.My mind still reeled from the sight of Jasquire, her calculated smile, the way Alejandro had shoved her hand away — the sound of it still echoed behind my ribs. I moved down the hallway with slow, measured steps, the worn floorboards creaking faintly beneath my feet.Would she come after me? My mind was still stuck on what had happened, wondering..Would Jasquire storm down that hallway, furious and entitled, simply because she had seen me with him? My mind circled around the image—her eyes narrowing, lips twisting in that too-sweet smile that never quite reached her gaze. I had seen that look before.I didn’t even realize I had stopped walking until I felt the cold bite of air on my skin. M
MEANDRAThe silence in the room was thick, almost suffocating, pierced only by the sound of heavy, uneven breathing — mine.Then came the sharp crack of a door slamming.I flinched violently.The sudden noise echoed through the quiet, jolting my already-frayed nerves. My head snapped to the side, eyes darting toward the source of the sound.The bathroom door — just slightly ajar now — glowed faintly from the light inside. He had gone in there. I saw his silhouette disappear behind the frame, followed by the hush of running water.I looked away facing the door.I blinked, letting out a shaky breath, though it did little to calm me. If anything, the air tasted stale and bitter, like I was breathing in guilt.My shoulders sagged with relief, but it was short-lived.My hands still trembled.The fear hadn’t yet worn off. I could feel it in the way my fingertips twitched when I tried to brush my hair out of my face.I was trying to gather myself, to feel normal, but my body refused to obey.