Ethan dragged me into a room and slammed the door behind. “What exactly is going on between you and Thomas?” His voice was so loud.“Ethan, you're shouting.”“What the hell is going on between you and Thomas, I ask for the last time Elah?”“Nothing, we were only having a simple conversation as work colleagues and a friend to my husband.” “Shut the crap, Elah!” He walked towards me, wrapped his hands around my neck, his face close to mine and said.“You like him right?” “Wh.. what?”“You want him, you have feelings for my friend!”I tried my best to take Ethan's grip off my neck when he suddenly pulled me towards him as soon as the front door was shut he began kissing me. His tongue flicked against mine, and his hands were buried in the softness of my hair"Let me make you feel like a woman. Thomas can't make you feel this way I bet you." Ethan said.As soon as I closed my eyes I felt he had many hands, which caressed my body at every turning point. And many lips, which went so rap

The discussion was tense, feelings ran grandly, but she denied any involvement of her father in the death of my mother. She claimed her father knows nothing about my Mum and had no knowledge of his recent conditioning. Determined to uncover the secret, I excavated into the web of deception that Elah's father had woven. The disclosure about Elah's father had burned a storm within me. I could not comprehend the treason, and the need for vengeance fueled my conduct. I rushed out of the room, my mind clouded with wrathfulness and pain, and headed straight for the sitting room where I had left Elah and her butler, Nima. To my bafflement, she was nowhere to be set up. "Elah? Elah, where are you?" I turned to Nima, Elah's maid, who was hard, hoping she could give some information. "Nima, where's she? Where is that daughter of a murderer?" Nima who was nervous and all shaky answered, "N…no, sire. I have not seen her since you and your father left the room." "Damn it!

Days passed, and I waited patiently for that moment. The pressure in the house was palpable, and I knew Ethan's reservations were growing. Nima, my maid, became my confidant, abetting in the discreet arrangements for my secret meeting with my father. Eventually, the night arrived. With Thomas by my side, we made our way to the undisclosed position where my father was hiding. The reunion was a blend of feelings – relief, joy, and a profound sense of gratefulness. Tearfully, "Dad, I was so spooked. I thought I had lost you." I said as I wrapped my arms around him tightly. "I am fine, Elah. We will face this together. But there is something I need to tell you, a secret that will explain everything." As we sat in the dimly lit room, my father began to unveil the layers of secretiveness that had shrouded our lives. The secret, painful and complex, surfaced, slipping light on the reasons behind his attack and the web of deception that had entangled us all. As my father rec

Anguish and rage collided within me, an internal tempest hanging to consume the remnants of my being. Ethan, ignorant of the impending storm, stood caught in the crossfire of our unraveling alliances. Ethan's voice pulsing, "You will not take her from me. I will not let you." “Then watch and see.” Ethan's internal struggle played out on his face as he lowered the gun. "Ethan, do you really think she cares about you? She's just a pawn too. A pawn you can use to regain control." He cracked the gun, the sound resonating through the clearing, and aimed it at Mr. Jakes and gave a shot, but to my horror, Ethan's gun was having no bullet in it. Fear struck Ethan like a blow, the color draining from his face. Ethan frenetically, "No, no. What is going on?" Ethan immediately turned and slapped his guard when Mr. Jakes and Thomas burst into loud laughter.The threatening sound of their laughter drowning out the despair that surrounds Ethan."You really think we would give you a

“Yes, but I don't know who those men are?” “Are you sure they are not the same people who killed him?” “I'm scared, I think they are.”“Just hold on right here, I'll be back.” “No sir, you can go out there. Those people are dangerous.” But before I could finish my statement, Mr. Joe opened the back of his truck and brought out a bunter kind of gun. “Stay here and wait for me, if things go wrong, this is the key to the truck, drive as fast as you can.”“Ok…okay sir.”His actions were a haunting specter, but his determination transcended my fear. The night air hung heavy with pressure as I squinched in the dark, watching Mr. Joe approach the two men standing beside my father's body. “Please God, don't let anything happen to Me. Joe.” I whispered some words of prayer.Fear gripped me in its icy claws, each twinkle resounding with the dread of what might unfold. Mr. Joe, conscious of my presence, walked towards the men with boldness. Calling out, "Hey, what’s going on over t