Betide to Love You

despair wrote the ly

pon my lips. My heart flutters in happiness because that’s the day I am going to marry t

benediction filled me up. My blue eyes glistened in excitem

look at my Best friend Christian Elvis, looke

de to come and end this tormenting wait of min

n my lips as I turned to look at him. He whispered

st my strength. It hurt me more than I could have anticipated. Breakin

my ability to think. I was devas

fell apar

*

a good day this horrible nightmare ruined it. I sighed and ruffled my hair and got out of my bed.

dous sight to get out of my mind so that a lull can take over. I have never been that nervous

e is much stronger than others. Its stre

he Head of Mafia leader to act afraid. I am someone people's soul

my whole childhood started and ended in the dark world. After

d and there was actually a point in my life where I wanted to stop and let it

for me. I ge

mine to hear about work in the morning while havi

James found out about

?” I said, taking

e exporting, it would be fatal.” I stopped when I heard it. I cursed under my breat

he only way for me to get out of that loneliness inside me. I grit my teeth and went to the port and saw Christian talking to

and walk

I asked, being oblivious as

survey.” James said. I gave h

his eyes at me and challenged, “Just you w

smile and he left. After he le

It’s the first day.” I teased. He rol

tian said and left. After he left I sighe

on’t M-Mr Moretti.” He said, afraid. The way he speak it’s clear he would dare to betray me. “I want yo

a ‘warm gift’ to Officer Jame so that the lo

o another city on purpose so that he w

day, I decided to have a coffee and l

the waitress asked, “What would

he was cute and if we met in a bar, I

not pay attention. She left and came with a cold coffee. My

n my throat. My gaze was fixed on my phone,

ved away. I inhaled deeply and took

is this?!” I

ong, Sir?” She a

ffee, not cold water.

ir. I will get

te the same, wo

the one who made it.” She sa

you say?”

eard, Sir.”

mouth.” I

not the chef

manager came. “Teach your worker

ce?” The old guy asked sternly. “

added. She gasped, “Y

ou. We cannot tolerate this kind of behavior. You are dismissed.” Th

. Please, I am s

he manager said. Tears brimmed in h

ook my phone and glasses from the table. I wore my glasses and unbuttoned my c

how everyth