Lahat ng Kabanata ng Don't Leave Me: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Anastasia had taken enough time to cool off after she had met with her sister and the lady from the video. As she drove to Matthew's house in the evening of the following day, she was all smiles. She had one singular purpose and plan in mind as she drove towards his house. She prayed everything would go according to plan. What the lady had told her had gotten her so emotional that she had driven straight home. Now she was ready to see Matthew and have a talk with him. As Anastasia was driving up to Matthew's house, Paris Smith was driving into her son's house. She waited for him in his study, and Paris Smith always had sensitive discussions with her son in his study, where they had a smaller chance of being overheard. In a house filled with domestic staff, Paris had invented ways of being discrete. Harry came in and enveloped her in a hug. He was looking very happy. "I was at your house yesterday," Paris said as she stared at her son. Her eyes were not deceiving her, Harry

A few minutes later, Matthew brought in a tray of food. She dropped it in the sitting area in his room, and Anastasia got up from the bed and joined in. "Bonne appetite," Matthew said with a smile. "This is quite a spread, thank you," Anastasia said as she watched him pour coffee into a coffee mug for her. "We have always had crazy chemistry under the sheets. But I can't seem to remember anything that happened, "Matthew said. Anastasia took the coffee mug, took a sip of her coffee, and dropped it back on her saucer. "You were phenomenal. Even better than I remembered. I enjoyed making love to you again, "Anastasia said and ran her fingers through his thick hair. Matthew smiled, "I am glad you enjoyed our moment together. Too bad I can't remember, it must be the wine I took. I had already taken a few glasses before you came, "Matthew said. "Yeah, it definitely was the alcohol," Anastasia said. They ate the remaining of their breakfast in silence. After they finished their brea

As Natasha looked at her reflection in her vanity mirror, she saw a vision of elegance. But beyond the beauty and glamour, Natasha was a very scared and troubled woman. Having witnessed someone get killed by Damien's order, her love for him still didn't stop her from being terrified of him. She had a donned emerald green tea-length gown that brought out the beauty of her green eyes. Its side slit teasingly revealing her long, toned legs. The dress clung to her curves. She finished the look with a delicate necklace and matching earrings, and her long, wavy hair cascaded down her back in loose waves As she descended the stairs, she was met by her sister, Anastasia, and Mrs. Ruby. Anastasia, ever the fashionista, adjusted a loose strand of hair, Natasha could sense how worried and afraid, her sister was. Natasha could see from Ruby's body language that she was also very worried. Going to Damien's house was like walking into a lion's den. "Are you sure about this?" Anastasia

Anastasia knew she deserved an Oscar award because the performance she just put on for Matthew was so award-worthy. The call had been from Matthew's uncle Harry, reminding her of their dinner date. She had totally forgotten. Her sister's situation with Damien had taken over her thoughts. The call from Harry couldn't have come at a better time. Matthew finding out she was pregnant before she did was something she had never envisaged would happen. She was not ready to answer his questions regarding the pregnancy, at least not yet. As Anastasia drove back home to Harry, she had no idea of the celebration Matthew was having. Matthew took out a bottle of champagne and walked over to his dining. Matthew concluded that Anastasia being pregnant meant all his problems with the company were over. A quarterly board meeting was coming up in a few months, and he knew he would be smiling at the end of the meeting. He couldn't wait to tell all the board members, including his grandfather, that

Ruby sat in the living room, her fingers trembling as she clutched the phone. She was confused, the lady sounded like Bernice. But it had been years since she had last seen or spoken to Bernice. Ruby had a lot of questions swirling around in her head, 'If it was Bernice, why would she claim she was dead? If it was someone else, who was the person and what had happened to Bernice ", Ruby asked herself as she sat quietly. Natasha paced back and forth in front of her, her face pale and her eyes red-rimmed from crying. She stopped abruptly and knelt in front of Ruby, gripping her hands. “Ruby, what did the person say? Was it Bernice? Tell me!” Natasha pleaded, her voice trembling. Ruby hesitated, her heart heavy with the burden of the news. She looked into Natasha’s desperate eyes and finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. “They said... Bernice is dead.” The words struck Natasha like a physical blow. She gasped, stumbling back onto the couch. Her hands flew to her