Romans & histoires Tangled In Real Life

If Braxley found out that one of his clients, a top one from what she had heard, had unmasked her and discovered her real identity… She shuddered, the thought of what he would do refusing to form in her brain. Tessy could swear that Braxley was the one who wrote the book on 1000 ways to die. She once heard a story, way before she started doing business for him, about a guy who flouted the rules and Braxley ordered his men to skin the offender alive and then throw the remaining parts of his body into boiling oil.

~115~ Carmelo I had just come back from a marathon of business meetings. And unlike the past few days, I could focus on work again. But it is when I am back in this room when everything comes to reality. My reality. And the reality was that I was heartbroken and in so much pain.

But as I caught my reflection in the glass, I realized something with a sinking feeling— Every time I thought my life was finally untangling, it only grew more complicated. And Maxwell Chamberlain was at the very center of that beautiful, impossible mess.

Because I am entangled with a twin alpha and they became my mate but I realized that my life is messy to begin with. That amidst the joy and certainty of life, I am living a fake life. That amidst the laughter, is the storm that bound it’s whip in my life. It was waiting for me to reach a certain point of a road and thoroughly whipped me until I landed on my feet and faced the reality. That I am a goddess. And that everyone around me died. The guilt, penitence and burning feeling of grief inside of me never falter. It’s embedded on me, it hunts me everytime that I will attempt to close my eyes and let myself to succumb into darkness.

The bodyguards restrained me, trying to drag me to the hospital by force. "Charlie, are you trying to murder me?" I screamed, struggling with everything I had. "I've recovered my memories! If you hurt me, my family will not let you off the hook!" He ignored me completely. "Enough with the act, Harps. I'm your husband. How could I ever hurt you? It's just a bone marrow transplant. You save Cecilia's life, the kids will thank you, and our family can stay together." The three of them watched coldly as the bodyguards dragged me away.

Phillip asked him. “How can I tell her, when I don't know what I feel for her, I don't know if it's real.” Andrea said with a confused expression written all over her face. “Besides, I still need to find the lady from my past, I can't give up on her so easily. Something about her planted something in me that I couldn't uproot even if I wanted to.” “Like I said before and am still going to repeat it, It's just a one-night stand. What if she was a hooker, yes she was drugged. But that's what these young girls do.” Phillip tried to convince him to give up on his search.

There were just too many things that had me wondering if I had been in actual reality or in something else that looked a bit like it. I was soon following them all over again as they were moving further down the street where they rounded corners and were soon well on their way to the busy main roads. It was all beginning to get even more boring having to follow a couple of women around when I was meant to be having an intense Saturday workout. But then, that was what made me want to get going to get it right once and for all so I wouldn't have to make that boring drive on another Saturday. I was enduring all of the suck for the greater good of finding out the truth.

She shot a glance over her shoulder, and behind her, several prominent figures from the elite circle stepped forward, trying to diffuse the tension. "Take it easy, Finn," one said. "The lighting in the room is dim. It's an honest mistake anyone could make." I sized up Rob, whose features and overall build did resemble mine somewhat. He raised an eyebrow with provocation, as if declaring, "You lost. She's mine, and she always will be." I couldn't suppress the cold laugh that escaped my lips. "If she can mistake you for me so easily, then by all means, why don't the two of you take the altar tomorrow instead?"

"All that black and those sunglasses—are you trying to audition for a Bond villain?" His lips twitched, almost a smile. Almost. "Less talking, Mrs. Creek." The car lurched forward, taking off behind Aidan's Tesla. Mrs. Creek?" I echoed, blinking. The name sounded so foreign, so wrong. I sighed, leaning back in my seat. The fight had been sucked out of me, leaving only the hollow ache of exhaustion. Memories of my parents flickered through my mind unbidden. If they were still alive, none of this would be happening.

he said with a confused look Laughing nervously and uncomfortably I said “ I don’t think that’s for me” “Oh okay then” he said not sounding too convinced but I was so glad he didn’t ask further questions I’ve been working for a few months in the writing firm and I’ve tried to hide my identity of being Mrs Dana Bailey from my colleagues to avoid awkwardness and it was going smooth till Felix came by my office in one of the bright color cars making it obvious. ‘Oh my God can he not do this’ I sighed I packed up for the day, signed out of work and went down to meet Felix