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

As Mary rode in her luxurious car, whining down the window of her Lamborghini, she let the wind brush through her silk hair as she had a deep smile on her face she said "it’s time to get to work.” Mary felt that she would be able to breathe freely and have some freedom as she hadn’t met with Night Cross for a while. Perhaps he decided to give are break. She was certainly not sure of this break leading to a good thing but decided to enjoy her freedom while it lasted.

With a smile she let increased the volume of the cars radio and drove to work humming to the tune once in a while. As soon as she arrived at her destination, she swerved her car parking it in front of the massive sky scraper. Alighting from her car she walked towards the building entrance and was immediately greeted by the door man who opened the door for her with a smile on his face. "Good morning Miss Bernard” he said.

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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 based on priority, the queue was long, but she was Martha Bernard, she doesn’t wait on queues as she wa

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