Mrs. Avery majestically walks towards her daughter, her heels making a soft clinking sound against the marble-tiled floor. "I gave them the orders not to let you out no matter what happens" she sneers and stops right in front of Juliet. "I won't let you go see that filthy brat Juliet. He does not deserve you, can't you see!" She stamps her foot roughly almost injuring herself. "I refuse to allow you to disgrace this family any further." "I won't let the Pearson family's name be dragged through the mud because of that useless nobody called Lucien Wood!" Her determined voice booms for all to hear. The guards all shift uncomfortably as they try to look for a way to run away. No one wants to be in the middle of the fuel moment between mum and daughter. "Mum, you have no right to stop me from leaving my own house!" Juliet states coldly. Mrs. Avery's eyes narrow dangerously and she steps forward. The next thing Mrs. Avery does is something no one had ever expected. A slap lands on Ju

Juliet doesn't even know for how long she's been sitting alone, in the same position and the same place. Maybe it has been a minute? Two minutes? An hour? Two hours? Or perhaps several hours have even passed by? She just doesn't know. She can't really tell because her eyes have swollen up from all the crying crying and crying. Ever since the men locked her up and she crumbled down on the floor, she has not even made a move to get up. Juliet can hear her phone ringing again. The stupid phone has been ringing non-stop for as long as she can remember now. Yet she didn't even make an attempt to take a look at it. Juliet feels like her whole world has come crashing down in just these past few days. The wall she had suffered to build-up for years has come crashing down without any mercy. It was utterly useless now. Slowly, she curls up on the cold floor. Her heart feels cold and numb just like the floor. More tears slowly start making their way to her eyes as they drop down her c

Seeing Brooks pass by without stopping Mr. Santiago runs after him trying to call out to him. 'He's a really busy man, he obviously didn't see me' he thinks rushing to catch up with Brooks and his entourage. "Brooks, son" He calls out again, this time stopping the man who was busy laughing at what one of the fine ladies had said. "Oh, you're so funny, sweetheart. I'm going to..." "Brooks Miller." Hearing someone call him by the name, Brooks Miller turns around and his eyes land on old Mr. Santiago who is standing behind him. His smiling face darkens and his jaw drops. 'What is this old bastard doing here? How did he know I'm coming to Virginia today?' A look of disapproval is seen on Brooks Miller's face as a small frown appears. His frown quickly turns into a bright smile immediately he turns to Mr. Santiago. "Ah, Mr. Santiago. What brings you here?" He asks politely and stretches his hand for a handshake. "I heard you are coming over today so I personally came to receive y

As much as he tries not to go back to memory lane he couldn't help it. He could vividly remember as if it were yesterday those moments she will be begging him to touch her, hold her, kiss her and even ogle at her that it makes her feel so good. "Hey baby, I'm all dressed up for work. What do you think?" Young Juliet asked the handsome man sitting before her on her king-sized bed and twirled around just to give him all the view. The man she just talked to doesn't even reply or do like she is referring to him. He just concentrated on whatever he was doing on the laptop before him and even laughed out at intervals. He did all that just to tease his amor and know what her reaction will be. Juliet kept waiting for his reply but when it seemed like he won't talk or the least take a glance at her she crinkled her nose and turned around. "I guess my baby doesn't like it." She mumbled and lowered her head as she strolled back to her wardrobe to change up. Just as she turned the man raised

The look on Brooks Miller is so dark that one will think he is seeing a ghost. And his breathing is so erratic and coming out as if it is being forced out. 'When you see a ghost you lose your senses and your head swells up for a split second or minute or even minutes.' That is the state Brooks is in. He looks so lost as he stares at Lucien but yet his eyes are not on him. But somewhere far beyond. His stare is so distant. Not one bit did he believe that Lucien will survive such a terrifying fall. No one did. All he has thought is that he is free now to take Juliet and use her to fulfill his heart's desire. A heart desire he has built right from the day he heard about the Pearsons and saw Juliet for the first time. Thinks from his dick at times. He swerves his head as fast as he gets back himself to stare at Mr. Santiago who is just in the same state he is– lost and nudges him on the shoulder. "What is he doing here? What is that thing doing here!" His lips draw back in a snarl an