Riot [On Hold]

Chapter 8

You can't outrun the past,life isn't some dwelling fairytale.

18 years earlier

The room was dark,curtains drawn,lamps lit, completely opposite to the sunny persona of the world on the other side.
It was furnished with luxurious decor,crafted with elegance,and worth millions of dollars.

Lorenzo sat at his desk,pen in one hand, and a cigar in his mouth. His vengeance could be seen through his eyes as he read the contract,his lust to maintain the family name guiding him through his plan.

He signed the contract,handing it to the silhouette that stood before him.

Reaching for his cigar,he smoked,the tar dripping from the end,falling onto his suit. He clicked his tongue inside of his mouth and gritted his teeth.

"We have something to discuss."

Lorenzo switched the table lamp on, revealing the smirk of a rather dangerous woman.

"Can you take me now,Lorenzo?" She said whilst biting her lip.

He sighed, throwing his cigar butt behind him directly into the trash.

"Later. Now we discuss the plan."

She smiled,staring at him,before walking behind his chair and placing her hands on his shoulders.

She whispered into his ear, " I've been waiting for years for this very moment, I don't want you to be taken away from me."

He smiled ,before replying,"Just wait a little longer baby, we'll be done soon enough."

She pecked his neck, "tell me everything",she whispered.

She massaged his shoulders,grinning as he spoke,"Cyanide. That's all we need. I'll drug her,put her to sleep,then stage it as a suicide."

She hummed in response.

"Won't it be a little too messy?" She remarked.

"Suicides are meant to look messy. After all,I never loved her."

He smirked,looking up at her face as she leaned in towards him,kissing her for a few seconds before she pulled away.

Lorenzo sighed.

She laughed,"Don't,I'll get guilty."

She swayed her hips as she walked out of the room,shutting the door behind her.

2 hours later

A sweet aroma of freshly made cuisine could be smelt throughout the house as Diana prepared dinner for her husband.

She never cooked,but she wanted today to be a special surprise.

She smiled a small smile to herself as she pondered.

"This will fix everything,all our problems;he won't hate me anymore."

She gave herself a light slap to make sure she wasn't dreaming,her heart pounding with a joy that she never felt before.

She turned off the hob,and poured the sauce onto the plate to complete the lasagne. Her mouth watered with delight as she savoured it's scent,but she wanted to eat with her husband.

She squealed as she thought of him,her excitement only increasing as she waited for his arrival. She checked the clock on the far side of the room.

8:25pm

She set the table and sat down, the pregnancy test in the palm of her hand. Her back was straight as she waited for the sound of the door to click,and footsteps to be echoing down the hall.