“You can't go in.”“Why?” Bree asked, glaring at the security man in her way. “You have been prohibited by Madam Bennett from entering the Bennett’s mansion. Please leave, Miss Marsden.”“I'm here for Spencer. Can you please reach out to him?”“I'm sorry…”“I'm not go…going to leave until I see him, Mr.” She tried to sound stern. “Fine. I'll give him a call. You stay here and make sure you don't take a step in, okay?”Bree nodded. In less than five minutes, she saw Spencer running in her direction and closed the distance between them. His hands fell on her shoulders gently and looked her over from head down to her toes in concern. “What's wrong, baby? Why are you here all of a sudden? Come this way.” He held her tiny wrist and led her outside the mansion’s enormous gates. “I'd no idea you'd show up. Are you hurt? Did your mother hit you again?” He asked, his eyes scanning her body for any trace of injury. “Let's break up.” “What?”“Didn't you hear me? I said, "Let's break up.”He

“Mommy will come pick you up when your nut is in the right position,” saying that, Nary turned her back to her and started making her way toward the exit. “No…no, Mother,” Bree got up to chase after her mother but before she could, she felt four hands hold her in place, restrained her arms behind her, and tied her wrists so that she would be unable to make any further movement. “Mother, you can't do this. Father and brother would be mad if they found out.”That seemed to work as Nary turned head first before making her way back to her. “I do not care about the both of them. They left right? I do not give a damn about them.” Her tone softened. “I only care about you, my dear. Only you. Because we are so much alike. You are just like me.”“No, I'm not. I'm not a crazy manipu…”*Pa*Her words were cut off with a slap from her mother causing her long ginger-colored hair to fall on her face. She quickly clamped her mouth shut as she gritted her teeth in pain from the hit. This woman had

~Five Years Later~“Aunt.”Bree whirled around at the call of the tiny sweet familiar voice from behind. A frown creased her brow as she saw Ariel holding the hands of the man beside her. “Ariel? What are you doing?”“Aunt, this uncle agreed to pay for our ice cream.”Bree’s eyes fell on the man beside her daughter. “Hello, I'm Jack.”They shook hands. “Bree.” She smiled. “Don't mind this silly girl. I already paid for the ice cream. She’s just silly. Come here, Ariel.”Pouting her lips, Ariel hesitantly dragged her foot to Bree until she was standing next to her. Bree took the ice cream box from the salesperson and handed it to Ariel. “You do know that sweets aren't good for health, right?” She asked her four-year-old daughter who was clutching a box of different flavors of ice cream to her chest as they walked out of the ice cream shop. “I'm healthy, Mommy.”“Doesn't matter. You'll get health issues if you eat too much sweets.”“Mommy promised to buy me lots of ice cream if I a

Bree looked up at the man pressing the barrel of the gun against her forehead, with no trace of humanity in those familiar eyes. Her heart sank and her heartbeat thundered as she recognized him. Her very own Spencer. There was no way on earth she wouldn't recognize him. Those familiar eyes and scent had tortured her day and night for the past five years. No way she could forget them. Their gaze locked for a long while. Did he recognize her? Was he happy to see her? Those questions raced through Bree’s mind as their gaze intensified. She couldn't tell what he was thinking as the man in front of her was Spencer but not her Spencer. He was not the Spencer that she used to know. The man standing in front of her was like a god of death with cold and empty eyes, ready to wipe any obstacle in his way. The cold metal on her head proved her right. He was no longer the Spencer that she loved. The man who would never hold a gun talked more of placing it on her forehead. He was familiar yet di

“Officer. I…I think you shouldn't go that way.“What?”“I…I mean you should go the other way. I already checked this side and there's no one there. You should check that way Instead.”The officer looked at her as if suspecting something but he still nodded and ran hurried in the opposite direction. Bree released a breath she had not realized she had been holding. Her eyes fell on the floor where she was standing previously. If it wasn't for her missing gun which she knew Spencer had taken along with him, she would have doubted her mental health. She would have called him a fragment of her imagination because he disappeared like he wasn't there in the first place. Picking up her ID card she made her way out of the building. “Boss.” She saw her assistant rush to her immediately as she emerged from the building. “Giana.”“Boss, where have you been? I was worried that something happened to you.”“Nothing happens. I was alright.”“You look grim. Are you sure you're alright? Are you hurt?