It was still hard to accept that Moore had agreed for me to continue working at Moore Hospitals as a psychologist. Being away from work; even though I had been working, was pure torture. Ever since the night I spent with Christine, she and I had grown closer. She opened up about the abuse she had faced from her father and how she had suspicions that Moore went through the same too. I could not help but feel uneasy at the thought that he could have gone through that too. I realized that Christine shared a rather intimate relationship with Moore, she didn't see him the way I saw him and it wasn't just a sibling thing, Christine had been practically forced to take on the role of being a mother for an elder brother. She felt responsible for him despite her own traumatic experience so far and the entire thing was disturbing."We are here." The driver spoke when the car came to a halt, I peeked out the window and sure enough, we were standing outside Moore Hospital. The grandeur of the i
"You have no right," I began quietly, "Absolutely no right to judge me or meddle in my personal life!" I snapped back at her. Mother glared at me for a while. "You could have had this and everything else, If you didn't like James, we could have found someone else, I would have even been willing to push the Alliance to the Moore family, I would have done anything for y—""No." I protested. "You would have not done anything for me. All you care about is getting your hands on our property and wealth before Estella does, and she has every right Delores." I informed the mother. She narrowed her eyes at me in anger. Estella had been the maid in our home while I was seven. She had a young son whom her father was very fond of, so much so that he give the boy a part of his property as his First child. Mother had been so furious and she was convinced that father was having an affair with the maid. "You don't care about me; Stefan, Alicia, or anyone else. All you care about is your guilt and
"Did you hear that?" I asked and raised my head from Amelia's lap, the woman stared at me confused but she spoke her head. I frowned, the noise had also stopped but I still wanted to check it out and confirm. I had taken two steps away from the couch when Melissa, The cook scurried into the kitchen with a bright smile. "Dinner's ready ma'am." Amelia and I walked over to the dining and sat down, the table had already been set and waiting for us, as much as I wanted to leave and go check the room upstairs, Amelia kept jumping from one conversation to another and it was honestly hard to keep up. Moore walked in with Christine who seemed exhausted and Andrew followed next. Soon, we were all seated and began to eat, but the noise of cutlery speaking was cut through by a loud clash. the kitchen, everyone stood up except Andrew. I was the first one to get off my seat and hurry into the kitchen. We were met by a rather upsetting sight; Milagros, one of the maids at the house had her finge
"I expected this from him, but not you Louisa." Madame Amelia spoke sharply, I felt my chest ache, She knew. "Mother, I-" Moore tried to explain but he was cut off by a sharp; "Don't interrupt us!" Madame Amelia snapped "I practically had to squeeze this out of Christine, how long were you going to hide this? How could you have kept such a secret from me? How could you hide the fact..." I held my breath. "The fact that you have finally gotten Married!" My eyes widened at her words. Finally, gotten married? Wasn't Louisa already married to Alex? "I'll accept that the wedding took place in haste, but it has happened;" Madame Amelia sounded calmer now. "I- I can't believe that you spend the next few days after your wedding in the same house as everyone else!" I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, I didn't see any problem with that. "This is why I got these tickets for you; A one-week honeymoon trip to Our resort in Malawi!" She announced and my jaw dropped. Honeymoon? Where was she
The entire truth of Malawi was a blur. Neither I nor Moore could have a stable conversation after the outburst in Los Angeles. I gradually began to realize that this wasn't the life I had pictured for myself when I went against my family and left Miami. This was stupid. Here I was; Living the life of a dead woman and being the perfect wife when I had abandoned my family for the same cause. Instead of getting entangled in this mess and being sent on Th this ridiculous trip; My home in Miami sounded like a great idea at this point. I swallowed thickly when the car pulled to a halt, Our flight had landed two hours ago and we decided to finish the journey by car. The ride to the Resort wasn't far, or at least that was what Christine told me. The blonde-haired girl informed me that they had spent practically half their childhood there and The Villa at Malawi was Moore's safe space. I barely registered Moore getting out of the car, but when I finally snapped out of my thoughts; The bonne
The first thing I noticed when I gradually came to was a mop of Scarlett curls. My eyes finally opened wide and I sucked in a sharp breath and looked around the place. Sure enough, the owner of the Scarlett Hair was unusually close to my face.“W-who are you?” I whispered with furrowed eyebrows. Where was I and most importantly, where was Moore? The lady jumped off me and landed on the ground with a thump. My forehead creased in confusion at her actions.“Y-you woke up!” She shrieked and left before I could also say anything. I swallowed sharply and tried to sit up, but the pain from my torso humbled me back into bed. I huffed and slammed my fist into the ground. I did not like the fact that I was in the middle of nowhere. My legs had barely healed fr the chandelier incident too. No, this is not a fairy tale. Here; wounds heal the normal way. I’m not a magician or the main character of some romance book. I swallowed thickly and pushed myself up again. If Moore wasn’t here, there was
"Are you done?" Moore said breathlessly and shoved me away slightly. I rolled my eyes at him but rested on the wall. I noticed that he had the top two buttons of his shirt loosened and his tie was nowhere to be found. I frowned slightly and raised an eyebrow. “This place isn’t that hot, is something wrong?” I asked with a straight face. Moore rolled his eyes and sucked in a sharp breath, he was practically breathing with his mouth. “Apart from the fact that you are bleeding? None.” He informed me, my forehead creased and my eyes widened when I felt my torso, I raised my hand and dread ran through my veins as I locked eyes with my blood.“Hey!” Moore caught me before I could collapse into the ground, our eyes locked and his mint breath hit my skin violently. Our noses scratched and I looked away from him. We slid to the ground together and stayed there. Moore wordlessly handed me his jacket, I had not even noticed that he had discarded it, I folded the material and pressed it onto t
The past twenty-four hours had been the hardest hours of my life. According to Moore, My heart stopped beating when I was rushed into the hospital, The doctors were still confused at the fact that I survived. I couldn't remember anything from those moments. But I do remember the vague sounds of the storeroom door shifting from its position, the rest was history. I had almost had it with the oxygen mask on my face, the IV had casual beeps for the past fifteen minutes and I could barely feel the pain in my torso anymore; Moore informed me that I had been whisked away for a blood transfusion. Luckily they had arranged for blood in time; or else, I would have been maggot food by now.But that was all I could tell or speak to Moore about. It felt like he had been hypnotized by that best friend of his; What was her name again? Ah, Marissa. I wasn't sure how she found us, but she did. Moore said she was the one who opened the Storeroom.For some reason; I felt that the distance between us w