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LOLA"See me as soon as you can," Greg had beckoned to me while I cleared the table after breakfast that morning.Not like the in-house chefs couldn't clean up after us, it was just my way of getting things off my mind that morning.After I had wiped the table dry, I dropped the napkin against its hanger with a low sigh then looked up to see Mrs. Adama smiling warmly at me, her fingers intertwined and hanging in front of her, against the face of her flowery apron.I wasn't ready for whatever she had up her sleeves this morning, so I forced a smile back, walking past her towards the stairs.I heard her sigh softly behind me and I think she had said something, but I didn't care.Broken, disappointed and desperate for a way out of how dejected and rejected I was feeling at the moment, I made my way to the only room on the ground floor — my father in-law's.I was sure he wasn't in the sitting room, he hadn't gone out — his bedroom being the only other place he could be.I didn't even bot

EDDY"Dr. Connor Millow!" I exclaimed, intentionally refusing to look up from the opened document on my tablet, my fingers holding up my tea cup mid air.My study was sacred and everybody, including Connor, knew not to bother me whenever I was behind its doors.But somehow, my best friend, Connor Millow, who was also the family doctor and happens to be the first unfortunate idiot that dares to desire my wife lustfully bypasses the no disturb order anytime he was in my house.So, when I had gone in for my quiet afternoon tea moment and the door swung open twenty minutes later, I knew it could only be one person."Was bedeutet das?" he spoke in German, a certain heaviness hanging between the words.I took a small sip from my tea cup, trying my best to hold down the hate threatening to become a fully fledged contempt in my heart for this man."What do you mean, doctor?" I asked, letting the cup down on the side stool and dropping my tablet into the sofa to look at him squarely."What is

LOLADownstairs looked like a mega festival — the decorations, the crowd, food, drinks and the powerful energy that hovered above every person's head as they passed by me leisurely, mostly in pairs, fingers clasped around tall wine glasses half filled with a liquid that looked as expensive as it was.I seemed like a ghost standing in the middle of somewhere she wasn't invited to.I remembered waking up with a strange surge of strength after having passed out for several minutes without any help.It probably was my will to survive Eddy's wrath that revived me.I had not even bothered to shower before forcing myself into the new dress I had met in a box in front of the wardrobe.I wasn't sure what I did for my make-up when I sat in front of the mirror.I had glanced at the mirror and nodded to my face, not looking too bad, but as it stood, I couldn't remember what I looked like before the mirror earlier.My eyes were very heavy like my eyeballs were about to drop.My hands were stiff be

LOLAThe door slammed hard into lock with just me and Freddy left in the room.Eddy had chuckled lightly after hearing me, maybe feeling high that he was able to subdue me or perhaps feeling defeated that he couldn't be the villain of the story like he would have loved to.He had leisurely walked out of the room, Connor following suite almost immediately.Freddy was staring at me like he could get the truth out of my mouth with his eyes.The air conditioner rumbled lightly as an undertone to the deafening silence that reigned between us."Why would you do that?" Freddy asked, confusion locked in his expression as he continued to stare at me."I'm not sure," I replied simply, moving to climb out of the bed, but he walked over to stand in front of me, our legs almost napping at each other's, completely stopping me from making any forward movement.I couldn't stop my eyes as they trailed up his body until they met his own eyes. He was still staring."You don't believe me?" I asked, forci

LOLAI froze, every bone of my body crashing with shock.Greg was standing there — under the stairs, the turn that led to his room.From where I stood, I could see him in full view — from his hair which was neatly slacked back, too good to believe that he had just woken up, to his toes which were hidden behind a pair of grey stockings.He was wearing a pair of long soft long cotton trousers and a clean white shirt, his hands folded across his chest and his expression bland, as if I was invisible standing there.Subconsciously, my eyes blinked up the stairs, my brain checking to see if there were more surprises for the morning.The stairs were empty and silence echoed off its rails. I swallowed the shock that was lingering around my chest.Straightening my back, I turned to Greg again, but almost immediately, as if he was waiting for me before he made a departure, he turned around, and continued to walk farther away until the soft latch of his door on its hinges confirmed that I was al