As I expected, the engagement party was a grand event. Needless to say, it was Matthew McCoy’s daughter who was getting married, after all. The business tycoon, Viola McCoy, it had to be one of the majestic weddings of Chicago.I still remember the wedding Brian and Inessa had a few months ago. The wedding took place quite in a rush as Brian was busy with work at that time, but the magic that McCoy pulled out in that small amount of time was outstanding. Even today people talk about the wedding, their wedding was like a dream wedding that women begged to have.Even though Inessa didn’t want anything like that, she got that, and if you asked me, she totally deserved that. She was such a darling; I was more close to her than the rest of my family, which wasn’t something astounding. For a moment, I thought I was more friendly with Kavin than with my family. At least we talked, even if that was him hauling me over the coals.

It took me a little time to understand what was really happening on that dark balcony. The constant back and forth shouting between Viola and her fiancée made it hard for me to apprehend the situation. Tears were slipping from Lyra’s eyes, which confused me tremendously. What happened that made her cry? What was her business between these two?But then I was familiar with Viola’s truculent behavior with Lyra as I witnessed it the night of our engagement, and the way she was shouting at Michale confirmed my suspicion. The reason for Lyra’s tears was Viola.This was what I was aghast of coming here. Whenever Lyra and I attended any of the McCoy rendezvous, it went downfall every single time. This was a bad idea. I knew that the moment I got the call from Matthew; I wanted to ignore this, but when I saw Lyra and her excitement about this event, I stayed quiet for her.But here we are with a similar mess. Once again,I needed to stop

As I parked my car outside my club, Luka was already at the main door of the building, pacing back and forth. I could see a crease on his forehead, the rigidity in his walk.Out of all my men, Luka was the most easy-going fellow. He was always a composed and nonchalant man. Even in a difficult situation, he was the one who worked without losing control of himself. That’s why I involved him with the club, as a diverse range of men came to this place daily, caused a variety of types of rumpuses when they lost the game and their money.Luka was the manager of this place. For that, he was in charge of the complete kit and caboodle. As a proficient manager, he was, he conducted every part of my club with perfection. He managed everything with such care and respect that I never got a single complaint about his manner with the clients. Even when he dealt with someone harshly, he never forgot to show that person enough respect, and that was what people liked and praised

I didn’t spend the night in that apartment after Lyra told me she was leaving the next morning. I packed my clothes and went to the club.The sleep wasn’t my buddy that night, so I got busy with work. I organized the last five years’ accounts in one single night. It was useless as I already had the data on my computer, yet I did this fucking job. I was done with this at that moment; it was morning, at 6 o’clock, my time for a jog.As I started jogging in the park, other people were walking, exercising on this beautiful morning, but for me, this bright sun was meaningless. Usually, I loved this time of the morning; the sun rose in the morning waking up the dark world with her. The way a new morning was a fresh start for a human being, I loved taking a deep breath in that hope-filled air, but today it was obnoxious.I hated everything I saw at the park. The birds singing, the older couple or the younger couple being t

I flew through the pages as soon as I got home from work. Sleep wasn’t welcome for me as I needed to know what was going to happen next in this secret affair that was going on between these two. One thing I was sure about was that, that affair didn’t last in the end. Whatever they felt for one another wasn’t strong enough to survive the thunderstorm of the reality as Uncle Josh and Aunt Rose were still married and together. However, reading these words that were written by Uncle Josh, it felt like some grand, unrequited love that was blooming under the nose of society. It was wrong. Cheating on someone or keeping dark secrets from our loved ones was the same as stabbing them in their hearts with a sharp knife. I wonder if the husband of the woman or aunt Rose ever got suspected about this affair that was happening. Most of the pages were about why they hid their infidelity from the world, how every chance they got they would get physica