Lyra walked into the house and found Jagger there in the living room, having some apples. He had a knife with which he cut out the apple before taking it into his mouth. He seemed so happy, while she was there, mourning."Lyra." He called, his mouth full with a chunk of apple. "You didn't tell me you were coming."Lyra's eyes were sore and swollen. She fixed her gaze on him as she dropped her bag on the parting table in the room."How do you do it?" She asked in a low tone. "How do you manage to stay so happy when our biggest plan crashed a week ago? You didn't even bother to comfort me, neither did you seem worried that we had lost a lot of money. You didn't even try to come up with an alternative or something. It's so unlike...you."Jagger scoffed. He sliced out a piece of apple and threw it into his mouth before looking at her."Did you say an alternative? What was I supposed to do? Point a gun at the Kensingtons and threaten them to transfer their wealth to me? You really think th
76Blood gushed from his head, he staggered and his entire body lost balance.Lyra took a step back, the blood-stained knife in her hand. And as soon as she did, the mighty Jagger slumped to the floor.Lyra watched with shaky breath as he writhed and gasped for air. Fearfully, she watched and could do nothing.His widened eyes looked at her, calling for help. Until finally, he stopped struggling. His eyes remained open, but she could tell they weren't alive anymore. He was...dead.The knife fell off her hand, and only then did she realize the gravity of what she had done. With her bare hands, she just killed her own father. She killed him!"No..." She muttered inaudibly, fear eating her up.Disgust crawled into her stomach, making her throw up instantly in the room. Tears spilled from her eyes as she dabbed her lips and looked at her father's corpse on the floor. How did she become this? How could she become this?"No!" She let out a painful cry. Her anger had gotten the best of her.
Adira knocked on the door of her family's house, her luggages beside her on the floor. As she waited weakly for the door to get opened, she kept blinking back the tears that burnt at the back of her eyes. The door creaked open, revealing her sixteen year old sister. "Mum! Adira is home!" Elara said with a streak of sadism. Since the door was wide open, Adira was able to take a peek into the house and found her family seated round the dining, having dinner. Their faces got lit up with mockery upon seeing her at the door. "Oh... The rejected wife is finally home to her rejected family!" Her twenty-three year old step-sister hooted with laugh, pausing on the meat she had been trying to pieces into several parts. "Dear Adira, you've finally signed the divorce papers, haven't you?" Her step-mother taunted. Her father and step-brother just stayed quiet on the dining, throwing glances at her. With a sniff, Adira picked up her luggages and began rolling it into the old creaky house. He
Jardine stood there like an epitome of beauty, her face calm and innocent. She was richly dressed in a knee-length gown of simmering silk, the fabric hugging her curves in all the right places and accentuating her natural grace and beauty. While Adira glared at her, Jardine's expression remained unruffled. She returned a soft stare at Adira, her blue eyes clear and bright. "What the hell are you doing here?" Adira stepped forward, wrathful veins protruding on her brows. "How dare you even think of coming here?"Jardine sighed, tucking some loose strands of hair behind her ear. "Please Adira, I didn't come here to fight.""So, why are you here? To see my misery? To watch me cry?"There was a brief silence. Then, with Jardine staring down at the floor, she said: "I know you're very mad at me, and I know you must think I'm a bad person. But I want you to know I'm truly sorry, Adira. I'm... I'm so sorry for ruining your marriage. This sounds stupid, I know, but I never thought I'd be so
Adira's eyes fluttered open to the soft hum of machines beeping quietly in the background. The air smelled of disinfectant, and Adira felt the scratchy sheets of the hospital bed under her skin. She was in a hospital? At first, everything was blur and she couldn't make out any details. But slowly, her vision began to clear and she saw the familiar figures of Lancelot and Jardine beside her. What?Adira's eyes widened in realization. No, no, her baby. She gasped as she shifted her hands to her tummy, holding it tight. "What happened to me? Did I lose my baby?" She asked with eyes brimming red. Jardine had a tear trickling down her cheek. "I'm so sorry, Adira. Nobody deserves to go through this."Adira's breath started getting laboured. It couldn't be what she was thinking, was it? Did she lose the baby?Lancelot, who had been sitting next to her, suddenly took her hand into his. "I'm truly sorry. I never wanted to cause you so much pain.""Get me a doctor! Is my baby fine?" Adira
Jardine's footsteps echoed through the grand foyer of the exquisite house, her heart heavy and her face pale. She made her way into the living room and found her mum and grandparents sitting stiffly on the plush couch, their eyes fixed on her as she came into view. Jardine felt a knot form in her stomach instantly as she lowered her eyes and greeted. "Good day.""Jardine. Why are you looking all gloomy?" Her mother inquired. "Why won't she? When she's been sleeping with someone else's man?" Her grandfather threw a glare at her. "Dad!" Her mother - Mrs. Rowena - gasped at the aged man. "Tell me, Jardine, are you still going on with the wedding?" Her grandmother asked coldly. And in a low voice, Jardine replied: "Yes, grandma.""Have you no shame!" Her grandfather half-yelled. "You're beautiful, Jardine. You couldn't do anything else other than destroy another woman's home?""Dad! I think we should give her a break," Mrs. Rowena scoffed. "Jardine is not that evil. It isn't like she
Adira stood frozen in place as Nikolai - the most powerful billionaire - approached her. She could feel her heart pounding against her chest like a wild animal trying it escape its cage. With his cold, hard eyes settling on her like diamond orbs that pierced through her soul, she felt unhindered chills down her spine. Was Nikolai the man the bar manager was referring to? Was he the man that wanted her to stay back? But why? She's only seen him in the news and on papers, she's never met or even dreamt of meeting with him before. Someone of her status could not even meet him. So, she was wondering how he how specifically knew her to request her staying back. What could she had possibly done to offend the almighty billionaire?With each step he took closer to her, her fear increased and she took hard nervous gulps. He was so handsome, so muscular - his face an art of perfection. But right there, all she could feel was fear as she stared at him. "Adira Ravenswood," he called her full na
Adira stood up and ran out of the bar immediately, trying to see if she'd find Nikolai again. But getting outside, she found them driving away. "Oh, no" she mumbled to herself. "It wasn't a dream. It wasn't a dream."Her heart thrashed against the cage of her ribs. She lifted her hands into her hair and tousled it. What the hell just happened? So, it wasn't a dream afterall? Nikolai had really been in front of her?'I'll make you so rich, you'll walk on money' his words came flashing in her head. 'I'll place you above your enemies and make them worship at your feet.'"No," Adira whispered, still brushing her hair with her shaky fingers. How did this happen? How could he even say that to her? She returned to the bar and found the card and money still lying on the counter. A tear slipped her eye immediately. Feebly, she picked up the money and stared blankly at it. To think she had actually wanted to end her life when she was done from the bar? Was this the devil playing tricks on