Todos os capítulos de From Frying Pan to Strange Fire : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Another 30 minutes of traveling and the car slowed down as they approached a small hill on which stood a gigantic white mansion.Joan's eyes widened when she caught sight of it. Judging from the direction they were driving and the fact there were no other houses around, she knew that was where they were headed. Could that be his house?That part of the city was reserved and occupied by the wealthiest and most influential people in the country. She had been there once for special duties but never imagined that something as grand and extravagant as that mansion existed there. Probably because it was farther away from the other houses in the area.As they approached, a grand wrought iron gate adorned with intricate scrollwork swung open, welcoming them into the realm of opulence. The architectural grandeur and meticulous designs of the mansion’s exterior left her in awe. Majestic columns, Marble-framed windows, lush, well-lightened gardens, fountains, and sculptures. The roof features e

It felt like part of the burden in her heart had been taken away after Joan ended her over thirty minutes call with Grace. If there was one thing in her life she was grateful for, it was the fact that she had a friend like Grace. The girl had always been her pillar, listening ear, adviser, partner in crime, and defender since high school.Letting out a long sigh, she looked around the room again, then moved to the bed and plopped her butt down on it. The mattress moved slightly under her weight, signifying it was the perfect balance between soft and hard. She sent Grace a text with a list of things she would bring when coming with her the next day. Knowing she would get to see her friend soon, if she survived the night, gave her some relief. After sending the text, she dropped the phone on the bed and stood up, deciding to explore the room. The bathroom which was the first place she checked didn't disappoint. It was one befitting of the house and room. The closet, which she checked

The fresh, cool, morning breeze was what usually greeted Grace whenever she opened the door in the early hours of the day. But something was different that morning. In addition to the morning breeze, an unexpected visitor was at the door. “Mrs. Elvin?” Grace called out, surprised.“Good morning, Grace.” The woman greeted, wearing a smile.“Good morning, ma'am. I hope I didn't keep you waiting? How long have you been here?” Grace probed, wondering if the woman had been knocking and she didn't hear.“Oh, don't stress. I only just arrived.” Mrs. Elvin responded, bringing Grace some relief. “I see you are on your way out. Not to waste your time, I came to ask a favor.”“Okay, ma'am. What can I do for you?”“I need to see Joan but I don't have the address or phone number of Mr. Baliante. I was hoping I could get the number from you.”“Oh, sure.” Grace made to retrieve the card from her bag, but paused halfway and returned her gaze to the woman. “I'm sorry to ask, but Mr. Elvin was given t

Joan roused from sleep earlier than she normally would because she had trouble sleeping deeply despite the perfect nature of the bed.Utmost disappointment set in when she realized that she wasn't dreaming everything that happened the night before. Her eyes traveled to the door and relief washed over her when she saw that the table she set behind the door was still in place.Pushing her body to a sitting position, she grabbed her phone and tried to call Grace only to realize the device was dead due to low battery. Joan let out a frustrated groan, slammed the phone against the mattress and fell back on the bed.Gazing at the pattern ceiling, all her life decisions for three years until that moment flashed before her eyes and she realized how foolish she had been to endure that hell of a marriage with Richard. But what could she call the situation she was in right now? Was this not another foolishness on her part?She didn't know how long she remained in that position until a knock brou

Trevor furrowed his brows as he watched Irene leave. His head immediately went to work trying to figure out the best way to explain what just happened to the two women behind him, already suspecting they were going to ask. The moment she stepped out and the door was shut, Trevor let out a silent breath.“Cody,” Trevor called out to the door man.“Yes, Boss,” Cody responded, turning away from the door and giving his full attention to Trevor.“No more visitors. And until Roman returns, Irene or anyone in that category is not allowed into the house unless they are with Sir Williams.” “Noted, boss.” Cody gave a nod.Trevor finally stepped away from Joan's front, turning around to face her, and her face was exactly the same way he had imagined it will be. Same with Grace's. Confusion and questions were dancing in her green eyes as she peered fearlessly into his. But although Grace had a similar expression, hers was topped up with a slight look of suspicion. “I'm sorry about that.” Trev