Mary took a deep breath as the scent of fresh flowers filled her nostrils. This was the life she was all about. She happily jogged through the field as she made her way down the massive field, away from the world and all its troubles. Soon her hair covered her face, and the wind had become a bit strong. Slowly she felt herself lose her footing as she struggled to keep firm on the ground. Looking to her left, her eyes widened in horror as a whirlwind filled with vengeance swiftly made its way towards her. Without thinking, she made a run for it, knowing entirely well she could never outrun the wind by the terror was enough to make her flee.

She slowly felt the wind becoming more vigorous, and soon she kissed the ground as the force pushed her down; gritting her teeth, Mary pulled her fragile form off the ground only to be hit by th slamming force of the wind, sending her spiraling throug

Mary was determined to live her life; who knows how long she might live in this 21st century, so why not live it to the fullest? She buried herself in work and more work, balancing between her free time and her work. Looking up she scans through her private jet for the hostess who she beckons towards her.

The Jet was made up of refined interior design though small but comfortable and well equipped for a grade higher than first class. "Yes, ma'am, can get you anything?" the air hostess asked with a polite smile on her face, "Can I get another glass of red wine?" Mary asked as she turned on her laptop and connected to her meeting scheduled for that hour at Chicago. She could not attend physically but could not afford to miss the meeting as only God knows what mayhem would ensure if she isn't there.

Once she connected, she views seven older men, mostly from their 40s to 70s and a few in t

Martha muttered under he breath counting each step as she made her way to the upper section of the mansion, letting her fingers slightly glide through the stairway railings-the only thing she has always admired about this mansion. Despite was the fact that the most despicable human beings ever lived here, every intricate design spike volumes, attesting to the wealth, history, and craftsmanship put in each furniture or art piece displayed in the mansion. The gold railings were shined to spotless perfection as the little bits or carvings made in the lower stricks of wood showed the details put into it.

The large object in front of her put a halt to her thoughts as she took a deep breath, bracing herself for another meeting with the young master Philip. The first encounter with him was not pleasant, and to be honest. She expected nothing more from the son of her worst enemy. But something 

Mary took a deep breath as the scent of fresh flowers filled her nostrils. This was the life she was all about. She happily jogged through the field as she made her way down the massive field, away from the world and all its troubles. Soon her hair covered her face, and the wind had become a bit strong. Slowly she felt herself lose her footing as she struggled to keep firm on the ground. Looking to her left, her eyes widened in horror as a whirlwind filled with vengeance swiftly made its way towards her. Without thinking, she made a run for it, knowing entirely well she could never outrun the wind by the terror was enough to make her flee.

She slowly felt the wind becoming more vigorous, and soon she kissed the ground as the force pushed her down; gritting her teeth, Mary pulled her fragile form off the ground only to be hit by th slamming force of the wind, sending her spiraling through its raging waves. Just as it all became too much, she opened her eyes. It was all a dream.

Withou

Chapter 11