It was indeed a very long journey, the carriage rolled on in silence as Philip leaned back observing Mary. She kept her eye close to avoid eye contact with Philip. She was doing everything possible to ignore him. He knew that nothing he says to Mary would make her open up easily, but he would definitely say he made progress.

Martha shut her eyes tightly, she could feel his gaze on her and she hated it. But she had to admit an escape from the Winston mansion was a much-needed relief. Only if you she could escape on this trip and never come back… wait she could always escape but is the next plan of action? She needed to know the outside world and this was the right opportunity to and plan her life.

This Philip could be of more use, instead of pushing him away, it’s quite obvious he was smitten, she scuffed in her mind. Was this guy into his own sister? Because technically this was the bo

After days passed, she felt empty and numb, it felt like she was nothing but a walking corpse after all the money and fame she was still lonely. She looked at her face in the mirror, she looked at her eyes and how empty they were like her soul was taken away. She had gotten much pale like her life was no longer hers. She hid behind the heavy makeup with a heavy lipstick. It felt like she was hiding behind a mask. She left her dresser walking downstairs with her hills clicking on the floor she opened her door and walked to her Lamborghini Sian in her red stilettos. Sliding in she drove off to the club.

She got down from her car and walked towards the loud sound coming out through the building in front of her. There was a big sign on the top of the entrance saying club M. it was not just an ordinary club, it was a club meant to high and classy fellows with lots of money. To get in was bas

Time passed swiftly as Mary looked on from a distance in silence as she watched people pass by, some wore a gloomy face, and some wore a sad face while some wore a face of indifference. It was rare to see someone who truly cared as people trooped in, it was the memorial service of Ben’s mother. Mary felt a tinge of guilt. Wait, did she say guilt? The more she got into it the more she lost her conscience. That was what she was apprehensive about; what was this going to be like from now?

Mary was never one to be religious but she saw herself being entirely judged for this. She looked watching Ben with a gloomy face and his head down. His friend stood by his side with an umbrella over his head as the rain poured down. She sat in her car watching them with her dark shades on not wanting to be recognized. Giving a huge sigh of tiredness she turned towards her steering to exit the place when 

It was indeed a very long journey, the carriage rolled on in silence as Philip leaned back observing Mary. She kept her eye close to avoid eye contact with Philip. She was doing everything possible to ignore him. He knew that nothing he says to Mary would make her open up easily, but he would definitely say he made progress.

Martha shut her eyes tightly, she could feel his gaze on her and she hated it. But she had to admit an escape from the Winston mansion was a much-needed relief. Only if you she could escape on this trip and never come back… wait she could always escape but is the next plan of action? She needed to know the outside world and this was the right opportunity to and plan her life.

This Philip could be of more use, instead of pushing him away, it’s quite obvious he was smitten, she scuffed in her mind. Was this guy into his own sister? Because technically this was the body of his sister. If that was the case… that isn't reassuring. Whether it was out of sisterly love o

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