Tae_Spiffy02

Family is beautiful, its one of the first thing a new life is accustomed with. The love, the care, the sense of belonging and so much more. And as much as a family is a blessing, it can sometimes become an eternal curse...

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My eyes shot open as they finally rested on the man I was supposed to marry, the last man I would ever consider if I had a choice, the last man I'd rather die than marry.

My boss. Mr Liam Richards.

"Uh Hell no." I said out loud as I tried to walk away from the alter.

"If you leave now then I would consider this as the Hudson family going back on their word and all investments so far will be withdrawn and charges will be pressed towards the company and your family." Liam said.

I watched as he had this oddly satisfying look on his face as if he'd just won some sort of mind game, I looked back to the crowd behind me and within them I saw Patricia scowling at me, Veronica already in tears but worst of all was the glimmer of hope in my father's eyes.

I took a deep breath turning around, I told myself that this was all for my mother and nothing else, I would do for my father this one last favour with my life.

My name is Cyra Hudson Richards and this is the story of how my life was taken from me.

My Husband's Therapist

I don't remember much but all I knew was that I was running down the stairs when the elevator wouldn't open fast enough, I didn't want it catching up with me but the truth was that I was more worried about Liam.

As much as I wanted to run back to him I couldn't, if I did, all his efforts to save me from whatever that was would have been in vain.

I got out of the building breathing heavily, I turned around one more time and looked up at Liam's office from where I stood. it was a long way up but I could swear that I could see him, not Liam but the monster and he... he smiled at me.

I didn't want to be there any longer, I backed away before running as far as my legs could carry me.

Turning to an ally she was sure was far enough, Cyra supported her hands on her knees bending over to catch her breath, slowly staggering she set herself against the wall.

Resolve? Retreat?