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LUCKY RINGER

“Chelsea, I want these files signed and stamped by tomorrow morning, understood?” My boss growled, dropping tons of heartbreaking papers on my palm. “Yes boss.” I breathed, irritated as hell. This man stands on my nerves everyday and he knows it. ‘Your evil looks can’t hurt me. I’m your boss.’ Those are his favorite words. I turned around to walk away but his eerie voice called me back. “Chelsea,” I could feel him smirk at how disgusted I am of him. I turned around again, counting the seconds with urgency. “I’ll need you to get ready, we have very important visitors coming tomorrow. I don’t want stupid excuses. Am I understood?” I nodded slightly and walked away, cursing him under my breath. From being the owner of a coffee shop in Italy to being a yes-man in the US? Somethings are worth dying for, and my elder sister, Marie, is first on that list. Nothing prepared me for the shivering cold that enveloped me after hearing her sharp cries and a sudden deafening silence few se

WORK LIKE HELL

“Mom? Wait-“ my father hung up before I could breathe another word. What the hell just happened? I stood with my arms akimbo and my lips agape as my mind blanked out in confusion. The noise slowly died down but the panic in my heart picked up its race. Aria stared at me, tensed and covered in sweat. “Well? What did he say?” Aria asked as the neighborhood slowly gained its sanity. Huge tankers zoomed off, leaving a cloud of thick smoke. Everywhere became dead quiet. “He told me to… to stay where I am. He said… Aria he said, he said my mom and my sister are gone. What is he talking about, Aria? Gone to where?” I stiffened, letting droplets of tears run freely down my cold cheeks. “Let’s go, we will call him in the morning.” Aria immediately replied, pulling me into her embrace. “Aria didn’t you hear me? My mom is gone!” I yelled as my voice echoed through the sketchy alley. Cats and whatnot fled at the sudden change in my voice, scrambling away on cans and dirt. “He is pro

ONE DECISION, ONE REGRET

The morning sun appeared as fast as lightning. As much as I tried to lift my weight off the bed, it remained impossible. The pleasurable pain of a few hours ago spiraled across my body. My nipples perked at the thought of everything. Whoever this stranger is, sure knows how to use his tongue. “So Chelsea, you do know you owe me, right?” His firm voice itched my ear. “How?” I yawned, pulling the bedcover over my naked body. “You can’t remember our bet last night? I gave you one hour and while you were crazy good, you still don’t know my name neither have you seen my face.” He replied, dressing up. The thought of having to go to work flashed my mind and weakened my spirit. “So, how much do I owe you?” I laughed, standing up. “We can’t put a price on it just yet. First, deliver my message to your father. Tell him, a second strike might take his life.” He swiftly left the room. Scared, cold stranded, I stood gaping into thin air. What’s my father’s deal with this man? I pick

A PART TWO

“Rutherford?” I whispered, shocked to my core. “Yes,” he sighed. My eyes nearly popped out of its socket the second he slowly and calmly took his mask off. My sad attempt at screaming failed as he crashed his huge palm over my face, silencing me. My heart pounded even harder, intense shock spiraling over my body. “You need to calm down.” “Sir,” I shuddered, unsure of what the fuck my eyes are beholding. “Yes, I am Matteo Rutherford and I heard everything my mom said.” He stopped, noticing how inattentive I had become. My eyes traveled the length, breadth and width of this majestic hunk of a man. His chiseled jawline, big pointed nose and charming blue eyes. He stood tall, hovering over me like a giant to a toddler. A glamorous physique, embodying a calm and intriguing aura. His strong fragrance overwhelmed the room, choking me in the divine sensation of his presence. Ah, Matteo, the man you are. “Are you okay?” He chuckled, helping me stabilize. The words refused to form.

“WAKE UP! IT’S A NEW REALITY!”

“Wake up, Chelsea!” A strong palm tapped me severally on my foot till I blinked my eyes open. The very clear difference in environment hit me as I sat up, stretching and mentally calculating. I looked around for a bit till my eyes fell on the mask, for the umpteenth time! In an attempt to scurry away, a hand held me back. “Where do you think you're going?” I know that voice. It’s too familiar, too close for comfort! Ricci Rutherford. I slowly turned my head, somehow wishing I could disappear before we lock eyes but it’s too late. We locked eyes; his gaze piercing into mine, searching for unknown answers. “Remember me?” He laughed like anything about this is funny. “Where am I? What are you doing here?” I finally managed to ask, looking around in added confusion. “Did you just ask me what I am doing? In my house? Well Chelsea, I live here.” He smirked, leaning towards me. “Excuse me? Why the hell am I in your house?” I shouted, stressed and frustrated.

SIGNED TO A DEVIL

I simply stared at her, at all of them, wondering how my life constantly winds up like this. “To be honest with you, Chelsea, you have a minute left.” Ricci said, splitting my heart open as I noticed three guards starting to approach me. I quickly picked up the pen and signed the contract under the watchful gaze of Nathara. The second I dropped the pen after signing, I felt my soul cry. It is done. “Very good.” Nathara whispered, smirking, “now listen, there are certain things you need to know before we proceed and it will be in your interest to adhere strictly to it, do I make myself clear?” I nodded like a sheep at a slaughterhouse, frightened to the depth of my being. “You live here now, Chelsea and you are not allowed to leave this mansion without my express permission, understood? Everything you want, whatsoever it may be, will be provided for you.” She paused, observing my facial reaction. “I have to work.” I muttered, numbly. “Not anymore.” Matteo huffed, p

THIN WALLS

Which Chelsea? I took a deep breath and gently kicked my foot against the door in an attempt to push it open but I hesitated my movements afterwards, trying to catch a reaction from them. As expected, the other person hurried out as I heard Ricci cursing under his breath. He quickly sat up and I made my way to the bed, trying my hardest to act normal. “How long were you in there?” Ricci finally asked after several minutes of haunting silence. “Five,” I replied, getting comfortable on the bed. “Son of a bitch,” he muttered aggressively before storming out. This name ‘Giovanni’ has come up too many times and it’s not in any way comfortable. I knew Ricci is a killer but who is this ‘Chelsea’ he is trying to kill? As I shut my eyes, everything became real- so real and so loud. “Go downstairs, Chelsea!” My mother screamed in fear, as she held onto my younger sister in desperation. “They are downstairs too,” I replied, crying and shaking under the t

CAPTURED YET CURIOUS

My legs moved like they have never moved before, as fast as lightning. In no time, I was miles away from the mansion; running in whatever direction my gut felt right. The environment suddenly became familiar… I can recognize this dark alley any day. My bar! I sighted my bar’s exterior some miles away and picked up my pace, hoping a way out of this mess would pop up. “Hey!” I heard a shout some miles ahead. The bright light of a car’s broken head lamp illuminated my bar all the more causing me to quicken my pace- here’s the way out I needed. “Hey!!” I shouted back, waving the car down. The closer I got, the blurrier my vision became. “Help!!” I heard the car stop and then reverse back… even the car looks familiar. It looks like some vintage old car my dad used to drive back in Italy. Everything looks familiar… am I dreaming again? “Need a ride?” The light skinned driver asked. Another masked guy sitting beside him stared intently at me before looking away. “Yes

FIRST DAY OUT

Morning came fast, just as I did last night. Damn! Ricci is a pro, I’ll give him his flowers. “Chelsea,” he called me, walking out of the shower. I lifted my gaze from my phone and gently placed it on him, admiring his majestically sculpted body. As the water ran down his spelt out abs, down his V line, all my brain could pick up was the memory of him ramming me all through the night till this morning. Ever has sex for four hours straight? No? Okay. “Chelsea!” He barked, snapping me back to reality. “What?” I frowned, returning to the personality that hates him dreadfully. “Get dressed, we have a lot to do today.” He concluded before walking into his closet. Oh great! You get married to a billionaire and suddenly your day is no longer yours. I don’t know how this lunatic even expects me to move after all he put me through last night; talking about ‘you can take it.’ I took it, now I can’t stand. “Why are you still sitting down? The driver will be here soon, get

CHAOS UNDERGROUND

“Ex- husband?” The scared one asked my question for me. My heart beat increased rapidly. Ex-husband? “Oh please, do you think this meeting is his first? He has had a total of four wives, this Chelsea babe being the fourth. I was his second wife and I escaped in pregnancy. I’m only telling you this here because I know they are in the middle of their interview. That’s-“ “Escaped? Why would you need to escape in pregnancy? Wasn’t Ricci the father of… wasn’t he responsible for it?” The other voice asked. “Nathara threatened to kill me. Listen, we need to get out of here.” “I’m scared,” the lady with the frightened tone spoke. “Oh stop being a bitch, Paige! You are the new senior secretary, right? You have pure access to their information. You are to ruin the Rutherfords, I will take care of Chelsea.” The confident one spoke and in a split second, they scurried out of the bathroom. My legs stuck to the ground as fear gripped me. Ricci? Ricci has been married fo

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