So the two of them stepped out of the bar, he couldn't contain his excitement. He was determined to make Sarah his, consequences be damned. He led her to his newest sports car, a sleek and shiny machine that screamed luxury."Wow, is this your car, Lucas?" Sarah asked, her eyes wide with awe.Lucas smirked, loving the way she looked at him. "Of course. I have a collection of sports cars in my villa," he boasted, opening the car door for her.Sarah climbed into the passenger seat, impressed by Lucas's display of wealth and power. As they drove towards her place, Lucas couldn't help but try to impress her even more."So, Sarah, tell me about your family. What do they do in life?" Lucas asked, trying to steer the conversation away from his own deception.Sarah hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much to reveal. "My parents are in marketing, and many more," she replied finally. "They are constantly moving from town to another town because of business.”Lucas raised an eyebrow, intrigued
WILLOWI watched as the clock on the wall ticked closer to midnight, my heart pounding in my chest. Lucas was late again. He had been coming home later and later these past few weeks, leaving me alone in our opulent mansion. Tonight, I couldn't bear it any longer. The worry and frustration boiled within me, threatening to spill over.As the clock ticked away, each passing second intensified my fury. As the door swung open, Lucas entered the room with a demeanor that exuded arrogance, igniting fiery anger within me. Our eyes locked, and in that fleeting instant, a hint of remorse flashed across his face. However, it swiftly vanished, replaced by a disdainful stare that ignited a surge of boiling rage within me.I jumped to my feet, anger fueling my words. "Lucas, where have you been? I've been waiting for hours! I want us to talk!” Lucas casually shrugged his shoulders, assuming a relaxed posture as he settled into the chair opposite me. "What is there really to discuss, Willow? I lea
The evening sun cast its gentle glow as Harper Davis settled into her living room, eagerly anticipating Rachel Hill's arrival. This long-awaited rendezvous had been the subject of Harper's anticipation for weeks, and with its realization, she struggled to contain her boundless enthusiasm.Moments later, Rachel entered, her luscious red locks effortlessly gathered in a carefree ponytail. "Hey, Harper," she uttered, her countenance beaming as she stepped into the villa.Rising from her perch, Harper traversed the space, closing the gap between them. "I am really grateful that you graced me with your presence, Rachel," she expressed, tenderly clasping her hand. "An ardent desire to talk with you has consumed my very being."Rachel recoiled slightly, her discomfort palpable. "Is something happening?" she inquired, assuming a position on the divan.Harper seated herself beside Rachel, drawing nearer to her. In hushed tones, she divulged, "My concerns always revolve around Willow. I cannot
WILLOWI awoke this morning with a sense of unease permeating my being. A vague intuition hinted at an unsettling reality, yet its nature eluded my grasp. Dismissing these fleeting thoughts, I rose from my slumber, ready to do my day ahead.Following a brisk shower, a message from my mother-in-law, Harper Davis, appeared on my phone screen. She offered an unexpected invitation, specifying a designated meeting point for the evening. Although surprised by this sudden request, I understood the significance of gaining Harper's favor. My husband, Lucas, always emphasized the importance of securing his mother's approval, particularly within the framework of his family's business affairs. So whether I like it or not, I should go where my mother-in-law wants me to.Anticipating Lucas's return home to bid him farewell, I found him, as usual, engrossed in his work at the office. Unwilling to delay any longer, I resolved to proceed without his presence. Hailing a cab, I relayed the specified loc
WILLOWI found myself floating in an expansive, illuminated expanse, surrounded by an unending staircase that ascended towards a colossal metal portal. My heart throbbed vigorously within my chest as I struggled to recollect how I arrived at this place. The final recollection etched in my mind was of Harper Davis and an unfamiliar woman killing me. Though I perceived it as a dream, the realism of this encounter surpassed any previous encounter.Gazing downward at my ethereal form, astonishment overcame me as I observed a gentle luminescence emanating from within. It was as if I emitted a distinct aura. Tears cascaded down my face as the realization dawned upon me—I am dead. I’m here in heaven. Or, is this really heaven? I don’t know. Regrettably, I hadn't been granted the opportunity to bid farewell to those I cherished.A sardonic chuckle escaped my lips, resonating with the harshness of my ill fate, and subsequently, an overwhelming burden fell upon me, causing my emotions to spira
WILLOW Present Everything was real. I knew Harper and the mysterious woman had murdered me. They are to blame for my death. But God still loves me. God didn't abandon me. All I have to do is take responsibility and find ways to prove that they killed me. That I had already died and been reborn by God. For now, I need to act like I don't know what will happen in my future. I need to act innocent to know the culprit behind my death. Nobody would believe me if I told them what happened to me, I'm sure. Even my family, mostly my husband. Worst case scenario, they'll label me insane. I need to find evidence that the incident happened. I'm not going to squander God’s trust in me. This time, I'm prepared. I need to be stronger than before! I took a deep breath and went downstairs. This day should be a normal day for me. I saw my husband, Lucas, sitting in his office chair on the ground floor. He is engrossed in his work as usual. Should I tell my husband what happened to me? No. He won’
WILLOW "You think I can't find someone better than you?" I scoffed, my voice dripping with defiance. "Someone who actually values me for who I am, rather than treating me like a disposable object? I refuse to believe that, Lucas! You’ll see!” He leaned in, his eyes narrowing with a mix of arrogance and superiority. "You're delusional if you think anyone would want you, Willow," he sneered. "You don't fit in with my family because you don't even try. You've always been an outsider, and it's your own fault." I clenched my fists, my voice trembling with a blend of anger and hurt. "Don't you dare blame me for your family's disdain," I shot back, my words biting through the air. My rage is starting to get back, especially knowing his mother killed me. "Your mother, Harper, has never accepted me! Tiffany and Brittany have always treated me with contempt. Ethan treats me like a servant. How can I fit in when they've made it clear they don't want me?" Lucas shook his head, dismissing my w
WILLOW The next day. “Willow, here’s money. I don’t want you to think that I deprived my trophy wife money that she needs. Go out and have fun,” Lucas smirked at me as he was ready to go to the office. I know this is the right time to pretend, so Lucas won’t know I am planning something. “Thanks for the offer. But I am not feeling well today. I have a stomach ache. I might just stay here in the house for a while. Don’t bother,” And I put on an act. Lucas seemed to believe me and he shrugged his shoulders. “Alright, then,” But the truth is, I am going to follow my husband today. So before 5 p.m, I went out and went to his company. I am going to check my husband’s whereabouts. I have a bad feeling about it. So as I sat in the car, waiting for Lucas's arrival, my heart pounded with nervous anticipation. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting an ethereal glow over the empty parking lot. It was now 5 p.m., the end of office hours, and I knew that Lucas would soon emerge from the