Margarita looked out at the moon, standing next to the fountain. The breeze played with her long curls, emphasizing the coldness. She was not expecting her dad to reveal the situation like this. She heard the footsteps approaching in her direction, and she was not willing to talk to anyone right now. She rushed towards the garden, thinking she could hide. “Margarita,” a voice brushed in her ears, and the goosebumps started to crawl out from her skin. She didn’t turn because she knew she would look weak and vulnerable in front of Samson. Margarita’s fingers tightened around the edge of her dress, her knuckles turning white. She could sense Samson’s presence behind her, the weight of his gaze, the unspoken words that hung in the air between them. But she remained committed, determined to protect herself from the pain that had once shattered her world. “I know... I have never missed an opportunity to hurt you, but we both know how much...” Samson whispered close to her ear; she turned
Adele parked her vintage Ford pickup truck in front of her small store, and relaxed before turning off that old rusty engine. A twenty-six-year-old model and her father's first vehicle, her first gift to Adele. She looked at herself in the rearview mirror before elevating her chest with more oxygen. "Today will be a good day," she declared to herself. Her eyes docked on her store display board to read: FLOWER FETISH - A flower shows love. Before her was the store built by her parents with love and care.Her mother died when she was five, leaving three of them alone.After some time, her father decided to marry again for the sake of the girls. And there, Adele's stepmother entered her life. She often struggled to get love from her stepmother, but never received the attention she desired. Soon, the woman gave birth to a son, which made Alede’s dad happier than ever. Sadly, her stepmother never loved her daughters as her own. Her focus was to entice her husband and love her only son.
“Hello, I am Adele,” she introduced herself. Mr. Vincent’s eyes widened, looking at her. “Sorry, come again.” “I am Adele, from Flower Fetish,” Adele smiled as she extended her confirmation mail. “Oh, yes,” Mr. Vincent replied. “Will you be comfortable helping us to decorate?” “We are in a bit of a hurry...” “Excuse me, Mr. Vincent, please give us two minutes,” Blaise mustered an urgent smile and took Adele a few steps away from him. “What are you saying?” “But we are here to deliver the flowers, not to decorate,” Blaise clutched Adele’s hand as she whispered. “It’s ok. They need our help.” “Look around. Do you think we will get another chance to come here?” Blaise shrugged. “But..” “Come on, let’s enjoy the view,” Blaise winked. “We are happy to help you. Mr. Vincent,” “Tell us from where we have to start?” Adele followed the lead. They started decorating the hall with white flowers. “This is mesmerizing,” Adele thought, looking at the light coming from a massive chand
Sitting across the charcoal table, Adele tried to calm her stress by fudging her finger.“How the hell do you think I will expect this proposal?” Adele thundered.“There is no need to shout, Miss Adele. We are giving you an option. This way, you can save your farm and shop,” the bank manager drawled. Adele took a sharp breath. The options given by the manager were not official but could help her save the only thing that belonged to her father.After a long silence, she looked at them. “Fine, I want to meet him.” She sighed as she rubbed her red eyes. They left the room quietly.She could not figure out how to pay the debt for the last eight sleepless nights. The money she got stolen by her step-brother. But here, sitting in this air-conditioned office, the bank manager came up with an alternative.He told her to meet with a person in business ready to help her, but she had to accept his few conditions. Adele didn’t understand this shallow situation. But at last, she had to give it a ch
~ADELE~ After enduring so much in my life, I didn’t know what more I needed to see in this lifetime when my family didn’t want me, and the person who sent me the marriage contract didn’t bother to show himself. How can I sleep when strange thoughts are brewing in my mind? Oh! I wish I could close my eyes and vanish into thin air. But no, the pain in my heart made me realize it’s all an illusion. Get up and face these challenging balls life throws at me. I touched my lips, which were swollen from yesterday's action. I got up, did my morning business, and came down to where I saw Mr. Vincent waiting for me. Honestly, I wanted to throw him out of this house, but I knew this man brought a piece of news for me dressed as an angel. In reality, he was a demon sent by the devil himself to capture my soul in hell. “Hello, Adele,” he extended his hand. Mom is looking at me with expectation. She thought I called this gentleman to bring sufficient money to save my brother’s ass. “Hello, M
~ADELE~ For my entire life, I waited for that moment when I could find myself in the arms of a loving man. I still remember I used to claim to my sister Amber. I would marry someone who loved me more than myself, and she used to laugh at me. “Adele, it’s bullshit. Love is conditional.” We always argued about this topic. Amber’s thoughts differed from mine. “How could you be so sure about another man loving you unconditionally?” “It’s a fact; we only fall in love with that person who treats you nicely, but what if he treats you like you don’t exist? Would you be able to love him?” She argued. “I believe true love exists,” I proclaimed. She laughed and looked at my dad. Our dad used to see how her girls turned from his little princess to rebellious teenagers. We used to fight and love, but we differed from each other. My dad was worried about her rather than me. He always thought she could change the world, while I am just a homesick puppy who could adjust to any situation. Amber
~ADELE~ I slept like a baby. I must say, I never slept like this, not for the last few years. It could be the change of room or my situation. Mike did not annoy me this morning, but I was about to face a new challenge. I flapped my eyes and looked around. It feels like the room got bigger the last time I saw it. The morning lights sprinkled every part of this room and gave it an energetic look. “Good morning to me,” I sighed. Thinking of last night, I was about to lose my virginity to my unknown husband. I touched my lips where I felt his presence the most. He felt like a hungry lion who wanted to eat me roughly. I gulped at the thought of his company with me. I fear how he would treat me the following nights. But I needed to discover a lot about him. I got up from my bed as my feet landed on the fluffy white rug underneath my feet. I enjoyed a moment rubbing my feet against this soft thing. Isn’t it strange we all do some childish thing in the middle of a stressful situation to r
~ADELE~ The following day, I woke up finding myself under the silk sheets. I could feel the path of the dry tear on my face. I must have been crying for a long time at night. Standing in front of the mirror, I could see the bite marks on my collarbone and neck. He was not a human. His clutch’s blue to black imprints on my hand and waist left me in pain. How long am I going to protect myself from him? I slid into the water tub and stayed there longer than expected. After wrapping my little frame in the bathrobe, I checked those marks, which turned a shade lighter. But what’s the use when he will present me the same tonight? I didn’t have a choice but to hide them. I am sure nobody would like to see his painting over my body and consider its love bite, but in reality, it was something else. I wore a high neck and jeans to cover my body and stood next to the window. I was lost in my thoughts when my eyes caught a waving hand from the garden. I waved back towards Angelo with a thin