Scarlet's dramatic arrival, accompanied by her stone-heavy accusation completely startled me out of my wits that it took me seconds to entirely collect my scattered thoughts.Staring back at her with the same piercing glare she'd thrown at me, my lips stretched into an atrocious smile Joker would be so proud of. "Pleased to see you, Miss Ross. However, I don't recall writing your name on my visitor's list."Surveying her black outfit from head to toe, my smile stretched wider, finding it entertaining to finally see her wearing such an unflattering color on her skin "Have you come here to fetch my soul?""Excuse me?" Unable to understand my meaning, her mouth parted open. Her elegant eyebrows almost met halfway as she frowned at me."She's not the Grim Reaper, Mrs. Angelstone." Samantha bit her lips to suppress her laughter. Still, her twinkling eyes refused to hide her mirth. "She looked like one though." She added, deepening the frown on Scarlet's temples."Well," I began after cleari

Someone's death shouldn't be something I should be glad about. It wasn't my intention to kill him. And if I were to express how sorry I am that he died, I would let my life be taken instead of his. Regrets aside, a part of me felt relieved at the thought that even though I did not intentionally want to take a life, it saved someone's life, Sara Donovan's life in particular.Hearing her abused story, and seeing the anguish written all over her miserable countenance as she spilled everything to me gave me an overwhelming relief that at last the burden she carried over her fragile shoulders for a long time, was finally gone and she can finally live her life at peace."I know I shouldn't be saying this but after his death I never shed a tear. All I could feel as the news sank in was relief that the man who made my living hell was gone." Sara wiped the tear off her cheeks. "I didn't even feel sadness even though he's gone because I know that it would not make any difference, he's still gon

“Mama… Dada….”Niall came rushing at us the moment I emerged from the car. Happy as a clam, the little boy jumped into my arms and wrapped his little arms around my neck. Lucas now standing besid me ruffled the child's hair. Tenderness shone in his eyes as he did so. I could see every time he looked at his son how much he loved him. And even though I wasn't Niall's biological mother, my heart swells with overwhelming joy as I watch them.Never once in my life did I experience envy towards another person. However, I couldn't help but wish now that I'd been born as Alexandria and had the ideal family she has. Had I been given the chance to be her, I would never ruin the family she almost shattered.Niall and Lucas were too precious to me. I couldn't believe that Alexandria had the strength to hurt them with her actions.“Have you been good today, Niall?” Lucas asked, taking the wiggling child from my arms.“Uh huh.” Niall energetically nodded his head. And in his small voice replied, “

Lucas was gone as fast as lightning but I was still fuming inside while resisting the strong urge to storm out of the room and run after him so we could finish what he started.My legs ache for standing too long and demanding that I sit down so I did."Cheers Mrs. Alexander." Peterson spoke, lifting his glass in the air as though he hadn't just threatened to shoot me moments ago. "That was entertaining." He added with a twinkle in his eyes.I rolled my eyes heavenward, "I'm glad you find it entertaining, Mr. Peterson." I bit back irritably."Why can't you just admit he was right?" He inquired."Do you think he was right?""Well he is." He replied."So you're telling me it's right to just come into the room after we agreed that I could handle this?""Mrs. Alexander, I think you have no idea how men's minds work." Peterson was surprisingly polite as he spoke and I almost couldn't believe he'd been the same man threatening to shoot me a while ago."I certainly had no idea." I grumbled un

Suddenly, as though a play button had been pushed, the memories from the night I had an accident — the one in particular which I failed to remember — came rushing back to me."Do just what I say. Open the door and get out of the car. Now." Those were the man's exact words as he pointed the cold metallic weapon on my neck.I swallowed the lump in my throat and pressed my cold, trembling fingers together. My heart began racing, and my palms became slick with sweat. There was a scar above his left brow, and the other one on his nose. There was no denying it, he was the man who tried to kill me not once but twice. I remember the first time he tried ending my life was the day I attended my twin sister's wedding and the last was after I returned to the city.I could feel the fear and anxiety rising within me, as I tried to remain calm and composed. I knew I had to stay calm for Lucas's sake, but the fear was almost overwhelming.Lucas was busy scanning the menu, completely unaware of my d