Chapter 2

"Stay away from me, you bitch," Everly shouted, as Brielled recoiled in surprise.

"You have only one option here, Brielle, and that option is to leave town," she went on to say.

"No, I can't do that, I am not going to do that, this child is going to need a father", Brielle said.

"This child needs a father," Everly said, mimicking Brielle's deep laughter, which was filled with grief and hate. "Why can't you simply accept the fate you've brought upon yourself and walk away quietly? Why do you want to complicate things even more?" Everly inquired.

"You should be the one accepting fate if anyone should," Brielle responded. "After all, you never truly loved him."

"What did you just say to me?" Everly inquired as she approached her.

"The truth," Brielle muttered, jumping away as Everly attempted to slap her.

Everly grabbed her hair and dragged her back. "Arghh!" Brielle screamed in agony as she attempted to clutch Everly's hair.

As the two of them wrestled, with Brielle trying to shake herself off Everly's tight grip, Everly reached out to one of the iron rods on the floor and drove it through Brielle's stomach.

Letting out a sharp cry that pierced through the hollowness of the warehouse, "Everly", Brielle said weakly before dropping to the ground as Everly dragged out the rod from her with her eyes shining with horror and disbelief.

"what have I done?" Everly mumbled, dropping the blood-splattered iron rod to the ground.

"Brielle," she shouted, collapsing to her knees and holding her childhood friend's lifeless body that lay still at her feet.

"What have I done?" She said again with a trembling, her hands shaking as she traced her fingertips across Brielle's cheeks, down to her neck, checking for a pulse. She yanked her fingers away from her body, the coldness and stiffness stinging her and causing goosebumps all over her body.

"What on earth was I thinking?" She sobbed, covering her face in her hands. "How am I going to get out of this mess, what am I going to do?" She inquired while frightened. She stood up from the floor, pacing around as if this would help her figure out what to do next.

"Dispose the body!" She exclaimed as a brilliant thought occurred to her. "But how am I going to carry the body out of here without anyone seeing me?" She questioned herself while biting her fingers.

"Or should I involve Devan in this?" What if he throws me over to the police for cold-bloodedly murdering his concubine?" She asked herself, furiously shaking her head as a number of thoughts raced through her mind.

Everly turned her gaze to the body and found Brielle in a puddle of her own blood.

The scene was indeed horrifying, bringing tears to Everly's eyes as she hastily turned away. "Think Everly, you have to think."

There was a major conflict going on in her thoughts as one of the voices suggested a plan and the other provided reasons why it wouldn't work. "Why not wait till the close of work before looking for a way to carry the body out of here?" One of the voices spoke up.

"Someone who probably walks in here and sees the body before she comes back to carry it" came the other voice in her head.

Out of frustration and confusion, Everly let out a deep, piercing scream that shattered the silence of the warehouse.

Tilting her head higher, desperate for an answer on how to stop her misery, she noticed a door on the warehouse's second floor.

"Maybe I can hide the body there for the time being, and clean the scene" Everly said to herself. Swinging into action, she crouched near the body, thinking about the best way to move the body up to the second floor without getting blood on her body.

The warehouse door flew open while she was immersed in her thoughts, and sharp and rapid footsteps were heard coming into the place. She turned slowly to see who it was, frozen to the spot she was in, with a spark of icy chills coursing through every nerve in her body and her heartbeat growing as if her heart was about to fall out of her chest any minute. Her eyes widened like she'd just seen a ghost in broad daylight, and her jaw fell when she realized who it was. It was Leo Walton, her boss, and his personal assistant, Ethan Grayson.

They both stood side by side in their perfectly shaped, pressed, and tailored black suits, their gaze shifting from the body to hers. There was a long interval of silence as everyone stared at each other, as if the silence was telling them what to say.

"I...I...can explain," Everly muttered, breaking the prolonged stillness.

Leo could feel the guilt, grief, torment, and misery tearing her skin apart as he stared at her. He took calm, steady steps towards her, one hand in his pocket in a stylish manner.

Leo squatted next her, "I will take away your pain and anguish if you become mine," he murmured, leaning closer to her, until his face was just an inch away from hers, a scary yet warm smile playing at the edges of his lips. She watched her world flash before her eyes as she stared intently into his moist, shining whitish eyes. With her mind racing back down memory lane, she remembered how she was in Devan's office waiting for him to return from the coffee machine when his phone, which was lying helplessly on the table, beeped.

She recalls storming out of his office, overwhelmed with rage, when she saw the message from Brielle on his phone.

And she remembered how she got herself into this problem in the first place, by sniffing life out of her best friend. Thinking her life was over with the events that happened in the blink of an eye, a savior, her savior, had just shown up, kneeling right before her eyes.