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do so every day till he dies. Today, on getting home, Martin approaches Mary's room. He had been procrastinating enterin

, looking around with hollowed eyes. He scans the room, from the standing mirror-Mary's cosmetics

ld fill up his hollow heart. Only now did he realize that he was still grieving his wife. Why did she have to leave him, and dump that abomination on him

r punishment yet, he would at least give her the chance to grow

s onlookers with a myriad of beautiful colors and scents. It was stunning. A young lady was running through the garden, she was

p after careful consideration. She was headed towards a small corner, one of the peaceful parts of the garden. She sat on th

y more. She was akin to a fallen angel. She had milky white skin, a rosy white that m

he was like a mermaid, born to lure men with her gracious beauty. Her brows were straigh

line between good and bad. Wherever she went, she was always the centre of attention. M

d of making her theirs. Yes, dreamed, for even millionaires could only reach for her but no

lips and making her even more radiant. On the other side of the b

amed, she chuckled as she ran away towards a small tent. Entering the tent, she spots a

bent behind the bush, fumbling around. Curious, the angel-like lady approached her. "Alexa, what are you doing?"

bebe" The girl looked up in annoyance, her expression ugly as she became overprotective of the bunny. "Suzy, you witch!! What do you think you are doing? You'll scare him

e stepping over themselves just to protect this lady. "Tch, Fine." Aft

him, we should have a welcome party for him?" Suzy asked. "That sounds like a nice idea, it'

rds the house, before quickening her pace in order

environment. It was like a location right out of a horror movie. The s

ing and appearing at the corridors a few minutes later. He felt a chill run down his spine, goosebumps appearing on his skin as he examin

ere not home presently. Although he was afraid, he couldn't back down. He had buri

er, he arrived at the end of the corridor. In front of him stood four bo

ne. Behind the guards stood a large door leading to a similarly large room. One of the g

ous that the room was specially designed to hold meetings. From the massive chandelier to the intricate designs of the walls, to the

ere were numerous chairs positioned neatly around the table. His attention shifted to the he

assive glass window of saints. The rays of sunlight landed directly behind the man, casting a shadow over his featur

to his suit, ' Leo'. It was obvious that this was not his first rodeo, he had planned

the most important; at least to Martin but just to be safe, he looked around, briefly taking note of all the others in the room before his eye

his hoarse voice grating Martin's ear. "I thought we would have to sit forever waiting