Deception… Billionaire Peter William enters the Hotel in a foul mood. He just woke up on a bench beside the ocean. His head was still throbbing from the smack on his head. He was completely confused about what he was doing there. He was very worried as he had left his new bride alone too long. She must be either worried or mad but he will find the answer soon enough. This notion of curiosity made him smile with true happiness. Peter enters the suite with a ringing phone calling him. Ignoring it for the moment he quickly searches the space finding it empty. Frowning he wonders where on earth Sammy might have gone. The phone keeps ringing insistently. “Sammy, my love where are you?” only his voice echo in the suite. This made him frowns wondering if he was right in thinking she was experiencing a mood…the question remains mad or concern… Reaching for the phone suddenly annoyed. A sense of warning quickly washes over his body “Wi
Shadows and SecretsPeter was furious that he slams the door behind him. The sound echoes through the house alerting the owner. He made his appearance just as the door burst opened again only to shut with another bang.Leo studies the two faces of his children wondering what on earth happened now. Shrugging his shoulders he leaves them alone but they have no intention of giving him peace.“You are the rudest man I had encountered this week.”TheoFista snap.Peter allows all his emotions to spread across his face alerting his sister about how close he was to bursting. “It was your own fault falling. Why in heaven’s name didn’t you look where you were going?” He removes his jacket.“It was your fault and you know it. Just admit it and apologized.”“I won’t.” he goes and sits across from his father.TheoFista grab hold of the container with water dumping it onto hi
Masks of DeceptionPeter and the man who stayed mask enter the house. The gun concealed within the folds of his clothes. Going towards the study, both were halted.“What are you doing here?” Leo eyes them curiously where he stands just in the door both dogs at his side.“I need some money from the safe. This isn’t your business though. Step aside.” Peter look at him with a sharpness they shared when doing delicate business. It was a warning.Peter step into the study, his captor for the moment shortly on his heels. Going directly to the safe behind the painting of his mother, he unlocked it.“Don’t move,” come the command from behind him.He turns facing the man and the pointed gun.“Step aside. I know you rich men. You always have firepower within the safe. Whatever is in there I’ll take. Move away but stay within my sight.”Peter move to the corner sta
Rings are callingSammy found her way back to Anna’s place. She was in full flight but a very strange urge made her end up here…There was this burning in her heart but her mind can’t see to comprehend what it was. She just has this deep-seated sense of loss.Peter followed an instinct that doesn’t make sense to his way of thinking. He was back at the place where he wasn’t sure if it’s because of Sammy or that elusive bells girl. He came to the full decision to follow his heart no matter how crazy the path might seems. He was literally leading himself by the rings of truth’s nose…Peter just settled in the guest room feeling very impatient and restless. He keeps circling the room wondering what he should do then suddenly he rushed out of the guest house rounding the place then finding him on the beach where she stood minutes ago. She was just gone. Reacting on pure instinct he listened and he heard the be
ConfusionPeter was completely baffled about the behavior of his wife. He pitches to hire a couple of detectives to search her past yet he strongly felt protective too. He feels it his duty to learn about her on his own and according to what becomes available to him. He frowns looking towards the other bedroom rooms wondering…The only one who can answer him just run like her life depended on. He was a hard driven man who dealt with any problem that comes his way but he should find ways to understand the woman who caught him. One moment passionate fire than that fear…why?Rubbing his face while he keeps trying to figure out the possible reason for that fear and why was there such sadness with the blink of an eye“Sammy Hoffman, who are you gypsy?” the questioned echoes in the room unanswered.Sammy sat naked on her bed; her shaken legs had barely carried her to the bed when she had taken flight. Her body shook wit
CirclesSammy sits quietly in the chair in her bedroom. She was completely thrown by that heart stopping loaded question still ringing in her mind. Sitting motionless every instinct within her body screams her answer.“What is it with this man?” she voiced the question that simply burst from her lips. It dawn on her that she only felt excitement with him around or simply in her thoughts, there was no room for her usual fear.“Will you marry me, Sammy?” he had asked. Her instinctive answer surged continuously throughout her very being.Getting onto her feet circling the bedroom very restless wanting to blurt out her answer but not sure either. She senses just at the edge of her unconscious mind that there was something she was forgetting.“I can choose to move with faith and accept his proposal or I can take flight again.” She observes loudly to hersel
Secrets….ShadowsSammy sits there carefully thinking about what she just learned in the last couple of minutes. She came home but was it home?First, the woman in the kitchen was shocked seeing her.Second, who was the woman? She suggested she was her godmother.Third Uncle Harold and she have objections about her returned. Whatever was going on here, she was raised in this house and she felt certain.Just sitting there while her mind was whirling a mile a minute trying to figure out the situation she was now in. Really just not so long ago finding herself lost in Cape Town, instinct showed her the path to this house. Could she just be over-tired or was something amiss here? Is it safe to stay here?Sammy slips from the house, practically sneaking away from the woman who was over loading her with attention. The interrogation of her traveling through the country was too intense to her liking. It sometimes felt like the woman w
Memories...Sammy stands looking around but there was no sign of the car. Slipping from what she now realized was the graveyard she found her way back to the house.Sammy enters the kitchen with a couple of question in mind.“Uncle Harold, where is my parents?” She asked pointedly with a very direct look in her eyes.The man seems startled into paleness. His eyes darted so fast to his wife it was impossible for her not to notice.Sammy watches them struggling to find an appropriate answer. She also realized she left herself open to queries from their side.“It’s been a while since you asked me this. Why now all of a sudden,” Harold watches her with a sharp look of suspicion.“I was just curious. Tell me again the tale, please.”“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”“Please, Uncle Harold. Tell me the tale again.”Sammy watches Harold