She hadn't thought of it earlier; she had an additional hater on her list. She should have known Marley's mum's the only person capable of digging into her past for reasons she was still to comprehend. The woman really hadn't respect for one's privacy and if she really wanted to have a successful relationship with Marley, ignorance definitely was the key.  Marley had insisted to take her home to get body and mind settled. He assured her to do everything in his might to keep his mum from meddling into their personal lives. However, that really didn't boost her up as his mum's menaces repeatedly played in her head.  She didn't have just her being to safe, the developing embryo in her had the sun to behold sooner. The car had come to a stop, bringing her back to presence.  "Thank you," She began. "I'm really sorry about Louisa missing." Marley nodded with a faint smile brushing his lips.  "Did you guys have the

Time was wearing out and he still hadn't been an inch to finding his sister who was oddly littering a portion of the mad world. Marley hadn't spared a day without calling Inspector Darren to know how far into the investigation he had gone but it was one and the same story he had been reporting to him every day. Luckily, he had a supporting hand who seeded sanity in him whenever he was on the verge of madness. His door swung open and in came Zaphrina who flicked the lights on, holding a breakfast tray in one hand. She beamed a priceless smile at him while walking to the Ottoman. "Wake up sleepy head. Breakfast is served," Marley didn't move. "Cut the pretense unless you want me to do so the hard way." "Can't you be sweet for once and just join me in bed?" he muffled in the covers before taking them off with a sigh. Zaphrina shrugged then set on opening the heavyweight curtains all by herself. "I would have loved to, sadly, situations aren't convenient enough for us to--" she gas

Marley had gotten a ten minutes acquaintance with the twins since Kate—as she preferred he called her—let him wait for Zaphrina inside. The young lady's calm demeanor gave him a sense of peace. She permitted herself to round up with what she was doing in the kitchen before joining him. Meanwhile, "So...are you dating my sister?" Lorna inquired as she scrutinized his seated and wandering physique. The home was quite cozy but a little too tiny. The sitting room was dotted with only necessary furniture to conserve some space. Truth be heard, he hadn't known people actually resided in homes as such. At least he learned something from them: that people who struggled to make ends meets and lived simply were the happiest in the society. Unlike him who had everything but still didn't feel that sense of serenity. "Uh...yeah. I guess," he retorted, not exactly knowing what to say with respect to the current terms he and Zaphrina were in. "What do you mean 'I guess'?" Lorna pushed. "Lorna,"

Chapter inspired by Janet Devlin (cover)-- Wicked games. It's been two days since his world had stopped spinning. Marley had refused to see the sun. Just two days ago, he was broken to the marrow, so close to death that even Lauren had noticed when he had come to see Louisa. The latter was his comfort during those times until she had decided to leave for the main residence the previous day. His wedding was due in two days and he had decided to go ahead with it as it pleased she who wished for it. It appeared her mind had been made up on deserting him for reasons he couldn't quite understand but thinking about it for past days: if she turned down his offer to give her ten times more money than his mum did, that should simply prove there were more reasons for her actions than just the money. And the reason no doubt was one his mum probably knew? Marley pressed hard on his temples. They hurt so much from brainstorming nonstop. He never thought he'll ever wish for something like

Somewhere in the depths of emptiness, he heard the beeping sounds of a machine, like those he usually heard in hospitals. Marley fought to ignore it to no success so he tried to open his eyes to decipher the origin of the nagging sound but it was almost impossible to break his lids open. "Look, his finger shook," he heard a soft female voice say. "Are you sure?" "I swear it did—there it goes again." "Right. Go call the doctor. Quick!" The voices to his ears were so distant yet, the words were figurable. Where was he? Marley in a second attempt to open his lids saw before him a surly sky of white. Then came an unbearable pulsing of his head. He grunted. The doctor, he presumed, rushed in and instantly patted random parts of his chest with his stethoscope. What I'm I doing here? With his eyes void of emotion and plastered to the ceiling, Marley struggled to shut down the incessant pulsing in order to reminisce the series of event which had led him to such an unpleasant atmosphe