The Masterpiece: A Novel 소설 & 이야기

Doris was clearly sidestepping my question, yet the onlookers seemed to interpret her behavior as an admission of my alleged degradation. Jennifer's voice rose above the murmurs, her arms waving with fervor. "Guys, if we turn a blind eye today, who will stand for us when our time comes? Today, we are the judges of the mistress! For this shameless mistress who wreaks havoc on others' family, we owe it to ourselves to mete out justice!" Encouraged by Jennifer's impassioned words, the students jumped onto their desks, their chant of "Expel the mistress and make it right" echoing through the hall.

It was industrial, bolted and so out of place. He didn’t say anything, he just keyed in a code, waited for a soft click and then the air hissed the way do. The lights inside flickered to life one after the one, revealing rows upon rows of books, bound in leather, ribbon, and velvet. Stacks of brittle notes, sealed drawers, scrolls in temperature-controlled glass. Nirvana feet took action before she could stop it and her eyes looked around as if trying to assimilate everything and commit it to memory.

“M-master… what… what will you do now?” The Master’s gaze landed on the trembling figure, his smile sharp, cruel, and dripping with theatricality. “Now?” he said, voice low, deliberate, curling like smoke. “Now… we prepare. The next wave will not be a mere taste. No. This time, they will know despair. They will see the futility of resistance. Every trap, every illusion, every shadow—they will feel it all. And I will watch.”

She laid sight on her masterpieces again with the expectation that her hallucination will fade. However, in her great astonishment, her eyes were still in their phase of deceiving her sense of reality. The eight paintings on the wall that were deemed perfect for her sight have drastically changed as its dry paint slowly melted. The vibrant colors on the canvas vanished that not a single trace of any color is visible; it had turned to a complete whiteness - wholly empty and unpigmented. She slowly attempted to investigate the floor to see where the spilled paint fell but to no avail, for the floor remain spotless of any kind.

She smile and laugh devilishly. Emily scoff and cross her arms while Nathan look at me with a shaking head. I was about to stop Emily and get her out of the cafeteria but she put her hand on my face to stop me. “Yes, that’s true and I wasn’t proud that I got him because I stole him but that’s all over now and for your information his marriage was already failing when I met him and I didn’t know that he was married but yes, that doesn’t mean I wasn’t a mistress because I chose to continue seeing him despite that fact but it cannot be undo and I suffer a lot and you have no idea what I’ve been through but you know what? When I chose to left him and decide to live on my own he followed

Lodipo as the winner. The car stopped at some exquisite buildings; Mathew had an apartment there that he used for extremely private business. He opened the door for her and she walked out majestically following right behind him to the apartment. Once they were there he poured some wine for them while they catch up on the old days. “You were always up to something anytime I would meet you all rogue” Mathew said after an old memory of a crazy thing Priscilla did back in the days. “Certainly, you are right on that,” she said sitting in a more comfortable position on the comfortable sofas. The two were facing each other directly.

A housekeeper lets me in and tells me Damien’s expecting me in his study, and I walk there with the canvas under my arm like a shield. He’s at his desk when I come in, jacket off, sleeves rolled, and he looks up in a way that makes my chest go tight and stupid. “I wanted this man” I want him to fill me up with his cock…shut up Lucas! I snapped back. “Anastasia said you’d be reviewing on her behalf,” I say, too fast, setting the canvas against the wall. “So I hear.” He comes around the desk, studies the painting for a long moment really studies it, not the polite glance-and-nod I expected. “It’s good. Better than good.”

​The air in the master suite was thick enough to taste—a heady, suffocating mixture of salt-tinged sweat, expensive aged bourbon, and the cloying, floral rot of Sienna’s jasmine perfume. The amber lamps cast long, distorted shadows of our tangled bodies against the silk-covered walls, making the three of us look like a single, multi-limbed beast devouring itself in the dark. It was a tableau of beautiful depravity, a masterpiece of sin designed to drown out the world outside.

“Master will join you later. For now, please rest. You must be tired from the flight.” Master will join you later. The words slid through me like a blade of ice. I would never be able to get over how this man always had servants stationed in every country he flies to. Inside, the mansion was silent but alive with light spilling through glass walls, curtains shifting with the wind. Everything smelled faintly of cedar and sea salt. I followed them through hallways that seemed to go on forever until we reached a room too grand to be called a room. It looked more like a museum piece, a view of the coast stretched across an entire wall, the horizon painted in violet and gold.

Two, the Master’s house wasn’t really on the outskirts of the city like I had thought, but he was rich enough to have afforded acres and acres of land in the corner of the city. We rode further into the lavish night before we stopped next to one of the largest buildings that seemed to tower over the others. White walls and reflective glass, all shiny even in the night stood proud and tall. Master stepped out of the car before rounding it to open my door. He reached for his hand, and I eyed it for a second before placing my hand in his big one. He wrapped his fingers around me, engulfing me in a sense of protection and belonging that hit me so hard all the air left me.