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heididthat · 11 months ago

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Introducing for the first time ever: Mr and Mrs Zechariah Church!

(With photos and an exclusive interview with the stylist!)

Written and Edited by: Anna-Marie Kingston-Layne

You heard right folks, a new power couple has made their official debut! On a beautifully warm and sunny afternoon at Newcrest Wedding Chapel, A-List stylist to the stars, Amaya Kingston-Brown, married the San-Myshuno Times Bestselling Author after just over two years of dating. The wedding, hosted three Sundays ago, was witnessed by the pair's extremely close friends and family members, including World famous rapper, August Lovett and his entrepreneur/influencer wife, Alanna Lovett.

Fresh from their honeymoon, I sat down with Kingston-Brown to hear her thoughts on that special day and how her relationship came to be.

First and foremost, congratulations on your nuptials! How did you manage to pull off such a small, intimate wedding as someone who is well known?

“Thank you, Ms. Layne. Ever since I was a little girl, I knew I wanted to have a family centered wedding,” Kingston-Brown stated. “From the maid of honour and best man to the officiant, I wanted everything to be our family members. I'm fortunate enough to be loved by a man with similar values. We were very meticulous about choosing where we wanted to hold our ceremony. Newcrest is often seen as a dead zone and we both live there, it just fell into place.”

Above: Pictures of Zechariah Church and Amaya Kingston-Brown, with the wedding officiant, B-Tier street Artist, Jeremy Layne.

What was the inspiration behind your wedding theme?

“Funnily enough, we had no theme. My whole life is about creating trends and themes but for my own wedding? We just did everything based on feeling and some how, it came together seamlessly.”

Seriously, no theme?

Nope. Just love and vibes.

So you bought your dress without having any direction?

“Actually, my friend and fellow stylist, Darovan made my dress. She insisted. So I was the first person to wear a dress from her now released bridal collection! When I put the dress on, I knew that no matter how our wedding looked, it would be perfect. She made sure Riah's accents on his tux also matched my dress. We were surrounded by people who knew us so well, we didn't have to do much so we could just enjoy being engaged. It was such a blessing.”

I'm seriously impressed. Tell me then, how did this relationship even come to be? In our interview a few years ago, you said that you were indifferent to romance.

“Hahaha, I can't believe you remember that! Honestly, I have my youngest sister Crystal to thank for that. Zechariah and I were neighbours and I never looked his way because I didn't think there'd be anything there. I was definitely interested, but I'm so dang introverted, there was no way I was asking him out.”

Photos from the reception

Who made the first move, then?

“He did! It came completely out of the blue for me. We spent a few months growing from neighbours to friends and then one random day in the spring, he asked me out. He didn't even get the question out before I said yes,” she laughs. “I was so tense during our first date that I thought I'd ruined my chances. We'd went to the park near by and spent the afternoon there for a picnic. I was avoiding eye contact, speaking very few sentences but he was so patient with me. At one point, he slid his finger under my chin to get me to look at him. I don't know where the confidence came from but I ended up planting one right on him!”

So you kissed him first?

“Yes! And then swiftly ran away. I was so embarrassed, I had a tiny crying fit in my room, over analyzing every where I went wrong, thinking he probably thought I was weird. At this time, I knew I had it BAD for Riah, so if he found me weird, I was 100% prepared to disappear into the abyss.”

Well clearly that didn't happen! So, what did?

She smiled faintly before starting again. “A few hours later, he stopped by the house with a bouquet of tulips and asked for us to be exclusive. Apparently, my nervous rambling was— and still is a major turn on for him, haha!”

More photos from the reception.

How did you know Zechariah was the one for you?

She smiles faintly. “When I stopped questioning myself when I was with him. When I realized I could be 100% myself with him without feeling self-conscious. Not only does Riah make me feel safe, he makes me feel so loved. Despite how difficult I was, he chose to love me everyday in spite of it. Also, he's not afraid to tell me where I messed up and how I can improve. He's always putting my needs before his own. He's so selfless, it's ridiculous.”

He actually said something very similar about you! You two are very in sync.

“Really? Wow. You know, personality wise we're so different but we're soulmates in every sense of the word.”

What are some of your fondest date memories with you and your now husband?

“Ahh, you said husband!” She glowed brightly, continuing. "Gosh, we've had so many great ones. My favourites are definitely the ones where we talked all night under the stars or when he'd pick me up just before dawn to watch the sunrise.”

Are you planning on sticking with your current branding or are you rebranding with your new name?

“As much as I like my last name, I'm very excited to be Mrs. Church. When we'd just got engaged, I practiced writing out my name to see how I could potentially incorporate it into my brand. Then I decided, I wanted to keep my professional and personal lives separate. The best way to do that was to keep both of my names. So on paper, I'm Amaya Church. When I'm working, however, I'm Amaya Kingston-Brown. Who knows, I may feel different in the future but this is currently what's happening.”

The Churches, pictured above, in front of their new home.

Last questions, Mrs. Church: how was your honeymoon and what's next for this relationship?

“It was absolutely wonderful, a well needed vacation. Tartosa is beautiful at this time of year and the locals were lovely. We stayed right on the beach.”

Pictured above: Amaya Kingston-Brown (front) and myself, Anna-Marie Kingston-Layne (back).

“As for what's next, we recently bought a house in our hometown and since we're both financially stable and we've done our own self reflection, like working on our mental and emotional health, we're thinking about maybe adding a few additions to our little family in a few months or years, maybe a dog or maybe a baby. I have a feeling it'll be soon, if the way Riah looks at me is any indication 😏.”

Interviewing Kingston-Brown is always a treat. She proceeded to disclose some plans for her brand being made public very soon so be sure to stay on the lookout! She also told us that Church's new romance book duet will also be releasing at the end of the month.

As for me, I couldn't be happier for my older sister and my new brother in-love. Congratulations to you both again!

#mama the rolling stone #black simmer community #black simblr #my sims 4 #heididthat #Amaya Kingston-Brown #Zechariah Church #Annie Kingston-Layne

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btranwrites · 2 years ago

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Remember

a Han Vu short a gay Lovecraftian urban fantasy short story

Han and Lance, a teammate, have a quiet moment. The mud is getting stronger, and to counter that, Han makes a life-changing request …“Will you call, at least?” It was obvious to Han that Samantha was devastated. They had worked together for so long, but he couldn’t bear to work at the hospital anymore. “Of course,” he lied, and didn’t. ...“I think you’re the kind of man who tries to do the right thing. You’re also the kind of man who struggles to see beyond black and white, and now that you’ve hurt people dearest to you, Lance, your conviction is wavering. You fucked up, and you fucked up bad, but as long as you can know that, you’re doing okay.”

Full story under the cut, or read on my website!

The university campus was cold, but Han was looking at three stacks of notes, barely pinned to the table with hardcover books. It was supposed to be sunny, but now out here in the courtyard, the dusty wind threatened to knock his empty Red Bull over, which he caught just in time.

"Heyo," Riah balanced on one leg while the other dragged the chair opposite Han from the table, hands holding full plastic bags. "Pork seaweed for you, and California rolls for me! Classics don't fail."

Han remembered this moment, remembered smiling, feeling relief and appreciation. His friend was here, they were studying together, they were commiserating on failing exams, they were celebrating passing exams. But in this recalling, he did not. His heart was still.

"You weren't here with me, Riah," Han whispered to himself on a stadium of blinding lights and faceless, shambling figures in robes, the graduate cap on his head almost slipping. The chancellor was saying something, the crowd cheering, arms waving, but he remembered putting on an empty smile. His friend wasn't here to celebrate with him. He remembered feeling abandoned, unwanted, alone. But in this recalling, he did not. His heart was still.

Mrs. Lam, tiny and fragile, sat on her bed, her elbows crumbled the spotless hospital gown that was too big for her, her hands cupping her face, but they couldn't contain the tears. Han remembered hugging her, telling her he was sorry, that he had no control over the hospital's finances, that they were strict with insurances, that he was sorry, sorry, sorry, but the tears wouldn't stop. He remembered the bottomless pit, helpless despair, uselessness, but in this recalling, he did not. His heart was still.

"Will you call, at least?" It was obvious to Han that Samantha was devastated. They had worked together for so long, but he couldn't bear to work at the hospital anymore. "Of course," he lied, and didn't. His phone said he last called her a month ago. Two months ago. A year. Five years. He pressed the button. Contact deleted. He remembered feeling like he had buried her, but in this recalling, he did not. His heart was still.

Marcus Anthony Wander, former chief financial officer of Payne Town New Hospital and incumbent head of Wander Pharmaceuticals, the man who refused Mrs. Lam's case and Han's former lover, sat before him on the bed, cradling a headless corpse whose insides were hollowed out, blood smearing all over the man's tailored suit. His face was stone cold, free of kindness, his eyes the colour of sharpened steel, and behind him was a wall of translucent skin, threaded through with veins, blood pumping to an unseen heartbeat. His lips parted, but the voice vibrated the world.

"When you're ready, you will. And you, will be ready."

His heart felt cold. It plunged into abject terror, baptised in blinding, seizing hatred.

II.

When he could see again, Fadi had just left the shawarma place, the door just closing with a click. There was chatter around them, like the apocalypse wasn't happening at all, but here they were anyway, at a shawarma place.

Lance was sitting across from him. Han didn't think the man realised how low his shoulders drooped, or if he knew, or cared, that he had bags under his eyes. Lethargic hands moved the knife and fork, delivering meat to his mouth, but it didn't look like Lance was there at all.

Suddenly, Lance rolled his eyes, like Han had said something stupid and didn't remember—that should have made him panic, but his heart stayed still.

Lance cut off a huge chunk of the meat, pierced it with his fork, lifted it from his plate and, uh, did they somehow get intimate without him remembering? Was this how Sydney and Alexander slept together? But Lance didn't fork the meat over to Han, instead held it off to the side. The air shimmered, and slit open: beyond the rift were brimstone and hellfire, and a large canine head peeked through, fangs bared, racing forward to—

To gingerly teeth the piece of meat off the fork.

A tongue of flames lolled out and lapped over black wisping fur. "Not bad, not bad at all. Make this a recurring item on the menu," it rumbled, and dug back into the rift in space, the hellfire whisking away.

Lance scoffed as he examined his now smoking, half melted fork. But he ended up having a small smile on his face as he began picking at his food with his hand.

"Ahem."

Lance looked up from his plate.

"I thought you're an anti-Mythos cop of sorts, and you just fed a demon dog that came out of yourself." From somewhere came a sound like a wolf laughing, but Han continued. "How did that happen?"

Lance groaned, leaning back in his chair trying to figure out how to answer. "It's… hard to explain, but after everything that's happened, things have changed… I've changed. Or at least, I'm trying to. Garm, was very different in the past. So, I think the fact that he was able to change, at least a little, has convinced me that there's hope for Humans and Mythoi to get along. Or at least I'm trying to convince myself it's possible."

"By 'everything that's happened,' you mean starting the end of the world, stabbing your teammates in the back, sealing up your own brother…"

Lance hung his head, as he went back to picking at his food. "Yeah…" He mumbled so quietly Han could barely hear it.

"Sorry," Han said. "I just wanted to lighten up the mood a bit."

Lance laughed, but it was bitter. "It was a good attempt, don't worry…"

Han remembered empathy like a term found in a dictionary, theory from a textbook. How he was supposed to feel, the things he was supposed to say and do to reach out. He remembered banter and awkwardness. He remembered those things, though the edges were fraying. His heart should have moved, reacted somehow. But it stayed calm and still.

III.

They were on their way to the library. It had been a quiet walk.

"So you did do all those things?" Han said anyway. "You didn't deny them."

Lance sighed. "Yes, I did… I threw away everything I thought I cared about, for the sake of my goals. And in the end, I got nothing for it."

He scowled. "Have you ever had an obsession, Han? Something that seems good, seems important. And you start dedicating every moment of your time, money, and energy toward making it happen. And somehow along the way you grow blind and deaf to everything else. For me… It was the idea of saving humanity from the Mythoi. I managed to convince myself that accomplishing that goal was worth any cost. And I stubbornly refused to listen to anyone else's argument. Even my own brother."

He puts a hand over his heart as he turns to look at Han. "And now all I'm left with is this searing, burning pain in my soul. Knowing that so many that I worked with died for this. My best friend in the gatekeepers, George, died for this. Annette Crane, someone I once thought of as a friend, was dragged back into this, and died a victim of it. And my own brother… I betrayed my own brother personally. Obsession is a terrible thing, Han."

Oh it was indeed, or so Han remembered. Annette Crane… he remembered caring for her, fighting for her life, but what was just weeks ago felt a lifetime away. Lance didn't know they crossed paths, so there was no need to perform. "Did you think your brother would be better off without his Mythos?"

"I did… If it was under different circumstances, if he chose to give it up himself. Then I still might." He looks down at his hands, which had started to shake slightly. "But the way things happened? The way things are going now? No… I don't think he'll be happy. I took his happiness from him." He looks at Han with tears growing in his eyes. "What kind of a man betrays his family like that?"

Han had a hand on Lance's back, guiding the man to the water fountain at the centre of the town square, where he went off and met Marc again. He saw it spilling mud, but not just any mud. It was dark, the tint of fresh blood. Anatomies churn in its waves, but they weren't alien. He recognised broken human hands, chopped off human legs, screaming human faces. Lance's. Riah's. Sydney's. Alexander's. Nemesis'. Faces he remembered caring for, but at the sight of their demise, his heart stayed still.

They went away at a blink of the eyes, clear water once again flowing from the fountain. Han got Lance to sit on the edge, and he sat with him, their backs to the traitorous waves.

Han said, "I think you're the kind of man who tries to do the right thing. You're also the kind of man who struggles to see beyond black and white, and now that you've hurt people dearest to you, Lance, your conviction is wavering. You fucked up, and you fucked up bad, but as long as you can know that, you're doing okay."

Lance stared at the ground in frustration. "People always say that the first step is knowing you have a problem, which is true. But they never mention how hard the next step is. I just… I don't know what to do to fix things. I don't even know if I can fix things."

Han watched the quiet street. "I don't know if I do, though."

At the corner of his eye Lance turned to look at him, but Han kept his gaze forward.

"What? What don't you know?"

"Good and bad. Or at least, remember good and bad. It's like they're only a memory now. A concept in my head, but nothing else."

Lance was fully focused on him now, an eyebrow raised. "What do you mean?"

Han stared at his hands; he could see surgical blades at his finger tips. The cut through the wall between worlds would be so clean.

He said, "it's getting harder for me to separate the living from the dead. To distinguish a living being from an arrangement of biological parts. I look at my patients and I'm seeing only puzzles to solve. I see someone screaming from blood loss and I wondered how much more can be drawn until the noise cuts off.

"Kindness for me is a memory I'm trying to hold on. Caring is no longer my first instinct, but a habit that takes effort to… to practice, to maintain. I don't know who I will become when I forget, and I know the mud is waiting."

The scalding, simmering hatred stirred, but Han pressed it down. He still could do it with ease, but it was getting stronger. He turned to look at Lance. "There's a nascent Rift of something dangerous trying to come through into this world. It is taking advantage of someone I used to care for. I want you to seal him up.

"Then we will look for the Holy Grail. Riah wants it to create the Panacea to bring back Bumpy. I want the Panacea so it can be replicated and mass-distributed, and obliterate the entire pharmaceutical industry once and for all.

"Then I can close the Clinic. My job will be done. And then, Lance, Gatekeeper. I want you to seal me up. I want you to take the mud from me."

#writeblr #original writing #my writing #short story #gay fiction #ttrpg fiction #lovecraftian #urban fantasy #queer sff #queer horror #city of mist #han vu

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cinamun · 2 years ago

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since we're having this conversation with this arc i wanted to point something out - to those of you that are privileged enough to not live in fear of systems like dcfs, please also understand if those cops hadn't been standing in a house that looked like darren & indya's then they would have had 0 patience for their understandable anger and would have walked away with riah immediately. please don't think this is a criminal record or drug issue thing, because while they have neither of those things they're only just barely safer than jerri. know that it is purely indya and darren's money that allows them to voice their displeasure with what's going on.

Come on and testify family!!!!

That's that privilege Indya is always preaching to Hope about! What Jay calls "rich people privilege".

Mrs. DCFS and Officer Kidnap would have busted a U-turn real quick if they weren't pulling up to an ocean front, 6 gigabyte mansion.

#let the congregation say amen #story stuff

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isleofdarkness · 1 year ago

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The Isle

The pieces of the Isle and notable locations and inhabitants of them

Isle of the Lost - Dragon Hall - Serpent Prep - Bazaar - Barge Docks - Facilier's Arcade - Castle Across the Way - Cruela de Vil's mansion - Evil Queen's Palace - Jafar's Junk Shop - Horned King's Cauldron Repair Shop - Ursula's Fish and Chips - Hades' Cavern -- River Styxx - Yen Sid's house - Gothel's Tower - Hospital - Kronk's Shelter - Want's Escorts and Whores - Harriet Hook's Docks - Uma's Docks - Forbidden Forest - Slop Shop - Monsieur D’Arque's Asylum - Nasty Nanny's Orphanage - Chernabog's Mountain - Devil's Bayou - Tremaine Palace - Frollo's Church - Rasputin's Church

- Hades - Persephone (part-time) - Maleficent - Evil Queen - Jafar - Cruella de Vil - Horned King - Pain and Panic - Ignorance and Want - Ravana - Surtr - Zhan Tiri - Red Faerie - Blue Faerie - Madam Mim - Ursula - Morganna - Demona - Marina Del Rey - Oogie Boogie - Fawn - Queen Nerissa - Nasira - The Enchantress - Doctor Facilier - Queen La - Mother Gothel - Mr Dark - Yzma - Rasputin - Monsieur D’Arque - Yen Sid - Scout - Ivy de Vil - Cecil B de Vil - P H de Vil - Jasper and Horace Badun - Lady Tremaine - Anastasia and Drizella Tremaine - Madame Medusa - Mr Snoops - Captain Hook - Smee - Cassim - Queen of Hearts - Judge Doom - Bill Sykes - Percival McLeach - Gaston - Paulette, Claudette, and Laurette - Claude Frollo - Shan Yu - Lyle Tiberius Rourke - Helga Sinclaire - Pete - Ringmaster - Stabbington Brothers - Hans - Kronk - LeFou - Edgar Balthazar - Stromboli - The Huntsman - Lawrence - Nasty Nanny - Shan Yu's Army - The hyenas - The black triangles - Scar - Zira - Iago - Flotsam and Jetsam - Diablo - Monstro - Kaa - Shere Khan - Lucifer (cat) - Cheshire Cat - Molly - Tick Tock - Calypso

- Mal - Jay - Evie - Carlos - Claudine - Hadie - Uma - Freddie and Celia Facilier - Ginny Gothel - Jade - Diego de Vil - Dizzy - Anthony Tremaine - Yzla, Zevon - Harriet, CJ, Harry - Gaston II, Gaston III, Gil, Belle, Giles, Gordon, Narcissa, and Alaric - Squeaky, Squirmy, and Sammy Smee - Rick Ratcliffe - Jace - Harry - Hermie Bing - LeFou Deux - Reza - Riah Darhk - Rose and Ace of Hearts - Veronica de Vil - Mischa, Polina, Kira, Nikita, and Pasha Rasputin - Odgerel, Odtsetseg, Sarangerel, and Taban - Arika Sykes - Lydia Snoops - Hans II and Anna - Averil, Hayden, Ash, and Josiah - Tarzan and Tara D'Arque - Agony and Chaos - Desiree - Jonas - Bonny - Gonzo - Maddy, Madrigal, Mallory, Malvolia, Mara, Mary, Molly, Mordred, Malcolm, Mage, Morpheus, Morwenna, and Maxine Mim

Isle of the Doomed - Maleficent's Palace - Cavern of Lost Items - Desmodona's Prison - Dream Pirate Prison - Firebird Forest

- Kozmotis Pitchiner - Creeper - Firebird - Lord Ombra - Fenrir - Maleficent's Minions - Chernabog's minions - Horned King's minions

- Desdemona

Isle of Exile - Gods of Tomorrow Academy - Hecate's Apothecary - Circe's Shelter - Medusa's Garden

- Nyx - Hecate - Androctasiae - Melinoe - Eurynomos - Themis - Loki - Deimos - Erebus - Elea - Oizys - Circe - Styx - Dionysus - Medusa - Mother Earth - Father Time - Chiron

- Mavis Mim - Dawn Olympian - Hatitosa Lokidottir - Justice Olympian - Mercy Olympian

#descendants #descendants au #isle of darkness

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btranmuses · 2 years ago

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Remember - a Han Yu short

My NaNo WIP is still ongoing (frantically trying to meet my weekly target before the day ends rn 😭), but I wrote a short story for my weekly City of Mist game, so here's a new Han Yu short! It's done in collaboration with Verzne, the player who plays Lance. Thank you :)

Amidst the apocalypse, Han and Lance, a teammate, had a quiet moment. The mud has been getting stronger, and Han is losing. To counter that, he makes a life-changing request.

...“Will you call, at least?” It was obvious to Han that Samantha was devastated. They had worked together for so long, but he couldn’t bear to work at the hospital anymore. “Of course,” he lied, and didn’t. His phone said he last called her a month ago. Two months ago. A year. Five years. He pressed the button. Contact deleted. He remembered feeling like he had buried her, but in this recalling, he did not. His heart was still.

...He saw it spilling mud, but not just any mud. It was dark, the tint of fresh blood. Anatomies churn in its waves, but they weren’t alien. He recognised broken human hands, chopped off human legs, screaming human faces... Faces he remembered caring for, but at the sight of their demise, his heart stayed still.

"When you're ready, you will. And you, will be ready."

His heart felt cold. It plunged into abject terror, baptised in blinding, seizing hatred.

II.

Suddenly, Lance rolled his eyes, like Han had said something stupid and didn't remember—that should have made him panic, but his heart stayed still.

To gingerly teeth the piece of meat off the fork.

Lance scoffed as he examined his now smoking, half melted fork. But he ended up having a small smile on his face as he began picking at his food with his hand.

"Ahem."

Lance looked up from his plate.

"I thought you're an anti-Mythos cop of sorts, and you just fed a demon dog that came out of yourself." From somewhere came a sound like a wolf laughing, but Han continued. "How did that happen?"

"By 'everything that's happened,' you mean starting the end of the world, stabbing your teammates in the back, sealing up your own brother…"

Lance hung his head, as he went back to picking at his food. "Yeah…" He mumbled so quietly Han could barely hear it.

"Sorry," Han said. "I just wanted to lighten up the mood a bit."

Lance laughed, but it was bitter. "It was a good attempt, don't worry…"

III.

They were on their way to the library. It had been a quiet walk.

"So you did do all those things?" Han said anyway. "You didn't deny them."

Lance sighed. "Yes, I did… I threw away everything I thought I cared about, for the sake of my goals. And in the end, I got nothing for it."

They went away at a blink of the eyes, clear water once again flowing from the fountain. Han got Lance to sit on the edge, and he sat with him, their backs to the traitorous waves.

Han watched the quiet street. "I don't know if I do, though."

At the corner of his eye Lance turned to look at him, but Han kept his gaze forward.

"What? What don't you know?"

"Good and bad. Or at least, remember good and bad. It's like they're only a memory now. A concept in my head, but nothing else."

Lance was fully focused on him now, an eyebrow raised. "What do you mean?"

Han stared at his hands; he could see surgical blades at his finger tips. The cut through the wall between worlds would be so clean.

"Then I can close the Clinic. My job will be done. And then, Lance, Gatekeeper. I want you to seal me up. I want you to take the mud from me."

#writeblr #my writing #city of mist #nights of payne town #short story #urban fantasy #queer sff

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royallyprincesslilly · 4 years ago

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Title: Rumor Has It {21}*

Chris Evans x Famous Reader Uriah “Riah” Tyler

Warning: Cursing, ANGST, Plot, Fluff, Mildly NSFW, Violence, Blood, Death, Verbal mention of Rape, Potentially Triggering Discussion

Words: 6.2k

Summary: You and Chris have been married for four years after a whirlwind romance. You are both happy and trying to navigate marriage in the public eye while balancing your successful careers. In the entertainment industry, not everything is as it seems, the flash of a camera lens impairs vision. As scandal and flashing lights put a strain on your once fairytale marriage is it possible your Hollywood marriage can stand the test of the rumor mill?

**Inspired by a video seen of Chris and his co-star Ana De Armas on their press tour for Knives Out at TIFF where she kept touching his chest and face standing about five inches apart.

NOTE: DO NOT COME FOR ME. THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION.

**Loosely Edited/Proofread**

Thank you guys for reading!!!! If you enjoyed this please LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG. 😊❤️❤️

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-Uriah-

You pushed off of him to an upright position, not sure you’d heard him right. “Say what!?”

Chris sat up as well and leaned on the headboard.

“Yeah. Abel, the detective, found that the video was doctored. It was spliced together using so many different audio clips dating back to when Knives Out was announced. She had someone doctor it to make it seem like it was me, or recent and current me.”

You were ready to claw her eyes out. “That bitch!”

Chris sighed. “That’s not it,” he began. He reached for your hand and brought you closer. You swung your leg over his lap and sat on his thighs, giving him your undivided attention.

“Remember the picture of her in the sweater?”

Clenching your jaw, you nodded. “The one from your room?”

He nodded. “You’re right—it was from my room.”

You gaped at him, ready to lunge at him, but you stopped yourself.

“She snuck in, stripped down, and posted it. Abel was able to get security footage from the hotel. She bribed one of the housekeeping staff. They let her in, and it was at the same time I was on call for press. The timestamp shows it. I’m thinking she knew it would set you off and create problems between us.”

You couldn’t believe what he was saying. This was insane. Why would someone go to these lengths?

“Wow.” You rubbed your forehead, trying to wrap your head around everything. Not only were you still grappling with everything that happened since the accident, including things with Christiano, but the babies and Chris’s downward spiral, but now this. “Oh my god.”

“The investigator uncovered a video from the hotel—and so much more.” Chris released a heavy breath then took your hand. “It all points to her, Riah.”

His fingers traced imaginary patterns on my hand and along the length of my fingers.

“And the text messages?” You couldn’t help yourself. Chris looked up from your hand and to your waiting eyes. The look on his face was an inquisitive one. “The ones between you and her about us,” you finished.

There was no look of shock; he just looked resolved, as if he somehow knew that you knew.

“How do you know about that?”

“I did something crazy,” you began before pausing to find the right way to explain.

It only took a few moments to forego any strategic plan and lay it out. So that is what you did. You explained your mission impossible operation with Kizzy and Zora a few weeks ago at Chris’s press junket. You explained being in the elevator to witness Ana’s blatant flirting. You explained, taking her purse and going through her phone to find out how devious she was. By the time you finished, the silence in the room was deafening. Chris hadn’t moved or spoken since you began. The look on his face was so masked and neutral that you couldn’t tell if he was on the brink of an angry outburst or a disappointed one.

Suddenly Chris snorted loudly then laughed obnoxiously, clapping his free hand across his chest. The laugh went on so long to the same caliber that you couldn’t help but join in. So the two of you sat there laughing together for several long minutes. Once both of you were laughed out, you just stared at each other.

“I can’t say that I’m surprised,” Chris started first, continuing to rub your hand. “I knew who I married.”

He sighed and shook his head. That was when you saw the remorse in his eyes. “I’m sorry. I should have told you about it all, but I didn’t want to hurt you or have you doubt me.”

Chris clenched his jaw then crinkled his brow. “In hindsight, I know it looked really suspicious. There are so many things I see now that I didn’t then. I shouldn’t have even had those text exchanges. It’s not her place to know anything small or not about our marriage. Jesus.” Chris took his hand away then raked it through his hair before locking his hands behind his neck—one of his frustrated ticks. His eyes were dropped to your thighs, and that’s where they remained.

“I’m sorry, Riah.”

His voice sounded clouded, and that was the only indication you needed to know his emotions were getting the better of him.

“I’ve been so stupid. So stupid,” he choked out.

“Baby.” You slid closer to him, grabbing his elbows to pull them down to rest on top of your thighs. “Look at me.”

You raised his chin so he was looking into your eyes. His tears stained his cheeks and welled his eyes. You’d wanted him to see the error of his ways so many times. You’d wished he could see it your way and understand, and now that he did, you should have felt vindicated, but you didn’t. There really were no winners when the family feuds.

Dropping your face into the crook of his neck, you inhaled his scent.

“I’m sorry, dragonfly,” Chris whispered, wrapping his arms around you holding you close. “So sorry.”

“Baby—look at me.”

He pulled back enough for you to peer into his eyes. As you caressed his cheek, you spoke.

“It’s okay. I—you--,” you sighed, then traced your thumb across his bottom lip. “I understand. There has been so much—pain, so much sorries and--.” Again you stopped for a few seconds.

“No more,” you finished.

Chris slowly nodded his head, grasping your meaning. He then kissed your thumb and nuzzled his bearded jaw into your palm. Though you wanted to move on, there was one more burning question, one more thing you had to know. Nibbling your bottom lip, you found your courage.

“Were—were you tempted?”

You couldn't look at him, so you kept your head down.

“What? Tempted? To do what?”

Meeting his eyes, you swallowed, then continued.

“Cheat,” you whispered.

Chris sat up straight, and he cupped your face within his large hands. His eyebrows were crooked with the intense, take me serious look he always got when he was about to say something important.

“Look at me. Never.”

You tried to look away, but he wouldn’t let you.

“Listen and hear me, Uriah, never, ever. I would never. I told you I married you for a reason. I had a plan. Forever and a day, Uriah. You promised me forever and a day, and I won’t stand for anything less. I’m collecting all of it. Forever and a day.”

Fighting the tears, you scoffed. “You were a jackass. When I tell you a woman wants you, don’t doubt me.”

Chris smiled and nodded. “I was. Never again. We don’t be here again. I’m going to be Pence from now on. You must be present at all times, or I’m not alone with any women.”

You busted out laughing, and for the first time, you didn’t feel the heaviness of the last few weeks. It felt almost normal, like the two of you were on your way. Chris kissed you once, then twice before resting his forehead to yours.

“We have to nail her ass to the wall,” you declared, staring into his eyes.

“Oh, definitely. What did you have in mind, Mrs. Evans?”

“You didn’t file the papers?”

Chris scoffed, then rolled his eyes.

“I don’t know who you think I am, but you’re gonna have to try harder than divorce papers to get rid of me, Dragonfly.”

Again you smiled. “So whatever I want, you won’t be the voice of sympathy?”

“Whatever you want, kitten,” Chris replied, kissing the tip of your nose, making your belly flutter in the process.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I’m so happy that you’re okay, sweetheart,” your mother said as she pulled you into a group hug with your father.

“I’ll be okay, mom.”

Your father cupped your cheek, taking the time to inspect your face. You knew he wasn’t looking for physical harm. He was realizing how close he’d come to losing you, how he’d failed you. You could tell. When Chris had called them to update them, they instantly wanted to hear your voice. When they did, they broke, and that breaking turned to shattered when everything came out.

You’d spent two hours on the phone with them, listening to them apologize and blame themselves for putting so much trust in Christiano. They felt horrible for never suspecting that he would stoop so low. They begged you not to hate them, begged you to forgive them. It was easy to promise them you weren't angry because you understood. You didn’t blame them or hold a grudge for them not doing more. They had no idea who Christiano really was—you didn’t either. The only one who ever saw him for who he was, was Chris.

“I’m so sorry, Uriah. As your father, I should have done more to keep you away from him.”

“Daddy, don’t. There is nothing you could have done. You did the best with what the information you had—you all did,” you assured, looking around at the faces of everyone you loved, both your family and Chris’s.

Lisa approached and pulled you into another hug. You could feel her tears.

“I’m okay, I promise.”

“I am so happy that you are.” Her hand dropped to your bump, and she smiled. “That you all are.”

Just like that, the waterworks started again, and everyone huddled around you, everyone but Chris, who was standing back most likely watching with a cheesy smile on his face. When they released you, your guess was correct. Chris smiled, then winked at you.

“So how are we getting those sons of bitches?”

All eyes snapped to Zora, who looked as if she was ready to rip out a heart and eat it.

“Down girl—Chris has already laid the groundwork,” you said.

“And it was easy, just play into that colossal ego of his,” Chris finished, kissing my temple.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

-Chris-

MSG Love Of My Life: Remember, don’t let him goad you. He’s going to try.

He scoffed; it was an understatement.

MSG: I’m good. He can’t get me to because I have what he doesn’t, and I know something he doesn’t.

MSG Love Of My Life: You do have me. Forever and a day, my love. <Kiss emoji, heart emoji>

MSG: You should have let me go with you. I don’t like you’re alone.

MSG Love Of My Life: I’m not alone. I have my parents, Kizzy, Zora, your sisters, your mom, our lawyers. I am far from alone.

MSG: You know what I mean.

MSG Love Of My Life: I don’t think I could relive it all with you next to me anyway. It’s better this way. I’ll see you soon. Remember what I said. <Kiss>

He sighed and tried to push aside the guilt he felt. He wanted to be with you, holding your hand. You’d gone through too much alone, and all he wanted to do now was protect you.

MSG Scott: Need me to come up?

MSG: Nah, I can handle this.

MSG Scott: Okay.

He slipped his phone back into his pocket and stared out over the canyons and LA down below. It was a beautiful sight, one he liked a lot but not better than the changing leaves of Autumn in Massachusetts. He would never choose LA over them. It was, however, a good change of pace, but it staled quickly. Standing here, it was easy to forget the chaos of the last few months. Easy to forget that merely days ago, he’d thought his life was over, and it would never be the same.

“I can’t believe you suggested this. What, you’re a glutton for punishment? That’s cool; I don’t mind helping you with that.”

The sound of his voice was enough to make him want to turn around swinging, then drag him to the edge and kick him off Sparta style. He didn’t deserve to live, not after what he’d done to you. He clenched his jaw and tightened his fist, and slowly released a breath. Once he was sure he had some sort of control over his reflexes, he turned. Christiano looked as smug as ever. He’d never wanted to take a life, but right now, right here, he thought of at least ten ways in under one minute. They all involved pain.

“So, what air is there to clear?”

He clenched his jaw before he spoke.

“She’s still my wife.”

“Ah, ah, ah, according to those divorce papers she sent over, even that is limited time. Face it man; you’ve lost. I’ve won. I always win. I always get what I want, no matter what. It’s hilarious to me that you thought swooping into her life like that and marrying her on a whim would have changed things. Uriah has always been mine. She was always meant to be mine.”

His hatred for the man in front of him was already at toxic levels. He had no idea how it was possible for it to increase. Staring at him and hearing the venom he just spewed did the trick.

“So, this is just a game to you? This is her life—this is our life. All of this is for what?”

“To win what’s rightfully mine. I’m Christiano White. I get what I want when I want it, and that includes women. No one takes what’s mine. No one, and she’s mine!”

The smugness on his face was the most upsetting thing. He didn’t care hearing him profess fake ownership. He didn’t even care that Christiano thought he had so much privilege that he would get away with his insane plane. Even the thought that him being Christiano White meant jack shit. What really got to him was the fact he’d done this to prove some stupid, sick point. He’d played with his life, your life, and the life of his children for the sake of winning. He stepped to Christiano, ready to push his ass off the cliff, but before he touched him, the thought of you and those innocent babies flashed into his mind. There was no way he’d do this to you guys, he thought.

Gathering some calm, he stepped back. Christiano chuckled.

“Thay’s right. Recognize when you’ve lost, and oh, have you lost. Let me tell you how bad you’ve lost. She was in my bed, letting me touch her, kiss her, please her. She shouted my name, over and over. Not yours.”

He scoffed. “You sure? My name’s Chris. Did she say, Christiano?”

The smirk on Christiano’s face slipped, and rage replaced it. It was a small piece of satisfaction, but it was worth it, especially since he knew for a fact you’d called his name—Chris and not the latter. Though your brain didn’t remember him, your subconscious did, your heart did, your soul did. There was no room for anyone else. He nearly laughed in Christiano’s face because it had taken him this long to grasp that fully. There had only ever been you and him.

“You only have yourself to blame. Who would dare cheat on Uriah? Who would think to replace a diamond with a pebble? You’re an idiot,” Christiano jabbed before he laughed out. “Don’t worry, once we’re married, things will be better for her.”

“How do you plan on getting married if we’re still legally married?”

For the second time, the smile Christiano wore slipped. He looked around as if he expected someone to come out.

“For now,” Christiano scoffed, rolling his eyes.

He couldn’t help but smile when he saw you walking up behind Christiano. Catching on, he spun around.

“Babe, what’re—what’re you doing here? I thought we were meeting tonight.”

Christiano approached you with his arms out, but you walked past him to his waiting arms instead. Once he wrapped his arm around your waist, you kissed his lips, then turned to Christiano, who looked confused, angry, and a few other emotions he most likely hadn’t put together yet.

“For always,” you said.

“What the fuck!”

“Surprise,” he said, slipping his hand down to your hip. Christiano’s eyes dropped to his hand before he clenched his jaw. The annoyance from minutes ago was worth it.

“What was the plan, Christiano? It’s bigamy to be married to two people at once. Our marriage would have been null in void. What was the goal!?”

Christiano took a step to you, making him grip your hip tighter, ready to get in between you.

“I’m better than him. I’m richer, I look better, and I’m better in bed. Admit it, Riah. I don’t lose to men like him. I wasn’t done with you,” Christiano confessed with bitterness in his voice.

You pulled from him, taking a step to Christiano. “So you decided to turn me into a pawn! You decided to lie to me, manipulate me and—rape me?!”

“Shut up, I didn’t--,” he began before you cut him off.

“Yes, you did! I was not of sound mind. I didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t even know who I was. You knew. You fucking knew, and you used that and stole from me. Admit it!”

Sensing things were about to go south, he stepped between the two of you, pulling back to a safe distance.

“That’s right, fuck it! Yes, I did all of that. I’ll admit it. Yes, I manipulated you to get what I wanted. I couldn’t lose to this dick. I couldn’t let you go. I wouldn’t. I did what was necessary. I took what was mine, and I don’t regret it. I’d do it again.”

That was all he could stomach before he turned and decked him with all the force he possessed. Christiano dropped to the dirt and writhed for a few moments before he slowly stood laughing like a lunatic with the blood dripping from his nose.

“You’re insane. You tried to kill my children because I ended things and found better?”

“There is no better than me!”

He spread his arms out, not caring where the blood that spewed from him went. “Uriah, you know you love me. You loved the feel of a real man between your legs. Just tell him.”

Glancing at you, he realized you were crying now.

“I can’t believe you’d do this to me. I can’t believe you’d hurt me this way.”

He wrapped his arms around you, hoping to comfort you in some way. Looking back at Christiano, he was in time to see him charging toward him. He quickly moved you out of the way and threw a punch that connected with Christiano’s jaw. Instead of going down, Christiano lunged at him, gripping him around his waist, trying to bring him down to the ground. He almost laughed. Sending his knee into his gut, he spun and put Christiano in a chokehold keeping him there.

It was then a group of police officers came running toward them.

“Look at that. You lost, not just once, but twice and now—a third.”

He wanted to snap his neck, and thinking of everything he’d put them through, he almost did. Two officers ran up to him, both of them taking Christiano by his arms.

“We’ve got it from here.”

Reluctantly he let Christiano go and allowed the law to take the wheel. Going to you, he cupped your cheeks and wiped your tears.

“I’m here.”

You hugged him, and he just held you. There was no need for words.

-That Night-

“I love you.”

Those words were like music to his ears. There was a time he didn’t think he’d ever hear them again. Gently pulling your head back, he peered into your eyes while caressing your cheek. He loved seeing you like this with your hair free, hovered over him, with the moon as your backdrop.

“I love you more,” he whispered.

“Forever and a day?”

He smiled, remembering your promises, and pressed his forehead to yours. “Forever and a day, dragonfly.”

You kissed him softly, taking the time to tease his lips, nibbling his bottom one before burying your face in the crook of his neck as you rocked against him, sending him higher and higher until he felt as if his soul left his body.

“Uriah!”

It felt like he was no longer in his body but instead hovering overhead like a fly watching your bodies entangled together. There was no other sight he loved as much. You rolled off of him and found your place beside him, resting your head on his chest, right over his heart. You both sighed.

“After this is done, let’s go back to Massachusetts full time,” you quietly said after a few minutes.

“What?” he turned to look at you, needing to see if you meant it.

“Do you mean that?”

“Yeah. I never wanted to raise kids in LA, and you know I love Massachusetts. Let’s have these babies in the house you built for us,” you added.

He couldn’t believe his ears. It wasn’t that you’d ever expressed not wanting to live in Massachusetts full time; it was that he knew how much of your career was still in LA. With him, he was spending less and less time here, but you, it seemed it was more and more.

“How is that going to work with your career?”

You rolled slightly onto your side, then trailed your hand across his chest down his stomach to rest nonchalantly atop his manhood. Groaning, he wrapped one of his arms under his head.

“I’m taking a few years off.”

The shock had his junk jumping in your hand, making a wide smile spread across your face. “Wow, talk about talent,” you teased.

He rolled you onto your back and climbed on top of you, nestling himself between your spread thighs.

“Don’t play with me, Mrs. Evans.”

You smiled widely as you fondled him with one hand. Not being strong enough to have this conversation while you did that, he grabbed your hand and pressed it over your head, gripping you at your wrist.

“No fair,” you pouted.

“Say that again.”

You smiled, clearly loving that fact he was hanging by a flimsy piece of thread.

“I said I’m taking a few years off.”

He couldn’t stop his grin. “Really?”

“Yeah. What do you think? Would you want that?”

“You’re kidding. Of course, yes! It would be just the two of us day in, day out. No movie sets, no studio time, no photoshoots.”

“Eh-em, excuse you. You mean just the five of us,” you corrected.

It didn’t take him long to get it. You, him, babies, and Dodger.

“I love you, Mrs. Evans.”

“I love you, Mr. Evans.”

You kissed him once, then twice before your hands roamed down his back to grip his ass, making him moan and chuckle at the same time. He’d missed this and you.

“Hang on, baby; I gotta--,” he began.

“Ah, that after nut pee calls, huh. Fine. Go ahead. I'll just be here, pregnant and horny.”

He snorted and rolled off of you before hurrying to the bathroom.

“Oh, I’m coming back, cause—that sounds like a very pressing situation that needs my undivided attention.”

You giggled as he dipped into the bathroom. He hurried to the toilet and tried his best to aim properly but an erection and peeing straight made for a tricky situation. Once he’d gotten the hang of it and the common sense to curve his body a little, he was good and groaned long and loud as he relieved himself. The silence in the bathroom gave him the time to fully react to the prospect of moving back to Massachusetts full time for the next few years. He couldn’t wait. Life was about to change for the better.

Once finished, he flushed and washed his hands before stepping back into the room. He expected you to be lying on the bed, waiting for him, but the bed was empty. Thinking you might have found your way to the kitchen for a snack, he pulled his pajama pants off the floor and pulled them on before he walked out of the bedroom. He’d recently discovered that after sex, you craved something from the fridge. He walked down the hall leading to the staircase, but before he got there, a chill ran down his spine. It was this chill and almost like a psychic feeling that had him stop.

When he turned, there you stood in your pale pink kimono robe with Christiano behind you. His hand was around your neck, clasping it.

“What the--.” He made a move toward them, but Christiano pulled out a gun and pointed it to your stomach.

“I wouldn’t,” he began before he cocked the weapon. “Or I will pull this trigger, and there goes Evan Jr.”

Terror as he’d never felt before gripped his heart. “You wouldn’t risk her life.”

Christiano shoved the barrel of the gun more forcefully into your stomach, making you whimper loudly.

“Wouldn’t I? what’s the point of keeping her safe now? For her to end up with you? I think the fuck not!” Again he shoved the gun into you.

“Okay, hey, hey, stop. Don’t do this. Please.”

“Please?” Christiano snorted and pulled you more firmly against him. “Are you begging me finally? You’ve always been underneath me. I couldn’t understand why she would choose you over me. I’m better in every category.”

He nodded, with his hands raised.

“You’re right. You’re the better man, the better choice,” he agreed, deciding to play along and say whatever he wanted if it meant Uriah had a chance of getting away from him. He quickly tried to formulate a plan while he used his words to buy himself as much time as possible.

“I know! So why him, Uriah!?”

You remained quiet, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Answer me! You better answer me with the truth, or I swear I’ll pull this trigger.”

“Answer hi, Dragonfly. It’s okay. Forever and a day.”

You scrunched your face and watched fresh heartbreak wash over you. “I—I fell in love with him, Tino. My soul recognized his as my home. It could only ever be him,” you replied. He signaled to you using his eyes and slight movements of his head, and he hoped you understood them.

He watched Christiano squeeze your neck tighter and press the gun more persistently into you, and he said a silent prayer.

“Fine,” Christiano began. He saw the moment when it all changed for him, and his threats no longer were empty words. “If I can’t have you. No one can.”

“Now, Riah!”

You threw your head back, colliding yours with his in a vicious headbutt that sent Christiano staggering backward a few steps and you stumbling before falling to the floor. In the chaos, Christiano dropped the gun allowing him to leap forward for the gun. In seconds Christiano was on him, fighting him for it. He tried to pull it from his clutches while turning it away from him or Uriah, but there was no fury like a man who’d lost everything.

Christiano managed to wrangle the gun from his grasp and pointed it to Uriah. In the blink of an eye, he knew what had to be done—the only thing he could do. Locking eyes with you, he said the only thing that mattered.

“I love you.”

He then dove for Christiano tracking him into the banister railing with enough force that broke it, sending both of them over the edge and down two and a half stories to the hard marble floor beneath. He could hear your piercing scream right before they collided with the floor, but once they made impact, the gun went off, and again Uriah screamed.

“Chris!”

~~~~~~~~~

-Uriah-

It all had happened in such a way that it was in slow motion but sped up. You couldn’t register anything until it was all said and done. You scurried to the banister and looked down. Neither of them moved, and your heart stopped. Gasping, you tried to remind your brain to send the signal for you to breathe. After a few seconds, you coughed while trying to hurry down the stairs. The tears in your eyes made it difficult to see what was in front of you, so you stumbled down the stairs. If it weren’t for your gripping the railing as you descended, you were sure you would have tumbled.

Once down to them, you dropped to your knees beside them and pulled at Chris’s body. He wasn’t moving.

“Oh god, Chris!”

He didn’t respond, and his body felt like dead weight. Your tears flowed more freely as you managed to roll him off. Once you had, you were able to see that it was Christiano who was shot and not Chris. Relief filled you, and you shook him more forcefully.

“Chris! Wake up, please. Please don’t leave me. Chris!”

Suddenly he erupted into a fit of choughs before they died down.

“Why are you always shouting at me, woman!?”

You gasped again. “Oh my god! You scared the shit out of me.”

“I’m okay. I think,” he informed while trying to sit up. He then began examining you.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

He then gripped his head as he groaned out, but it wasn’t long before he was moving toward you to pull you into his arms, not caring that he was covered in blood.

“Is he—is he dead?”

Chris leaned back to check Christiano’s pulse, then lowered his head. “Very dead.”

You clasped your hands over your mouth. “Oh my god. He—he tried--.”

Chris pulled you into him and hugged you tightly. “Come here. It’s okay.”

Somehow he managed to slide both of you from the body on the floor toward the wall. He held you tightly, then spoke.

“I don’t think I’ll call you crazy again after this.”

It was probably inappropriate, but you snorted then laughed, a laugh he joined in on. As suddenly as the laughter began, it ended.

“They’re crazy.”

“Bat shit,” Chris replied.

Any humor to be found in the situation was gone, and it turned into you crying in his shoulder, going through all the emotions from the entire night. There had been so much pain, so much destruction. You’d come close to losing everything more than once, and the culprit was lying dead on the floor before you. It was overwhelming, but somehow, you felt steeled to the fact that you’d just watched someone die.

You glanced over to Chris at the same moment he looked at you. He wiped the tears from your cheeks then spoke.

“I’d do it again in a heartbeat.” He then lowered his lips to your forehead and held you close.

Ten minutes later, the sirens of the police, ambulance, and fire trucks could be heard as they surrounded your property. The officers instantly took yours and Chris’s statements and any evidence lying around to prove what the two of you were professing, including the security footage. The EMS workers quickly covered Christiano’s body with a sheet as they rolled him into a body bag then pushed the gurney out of the house. You barely registered anything. Chris did most of the talking, not leaving one thing out. When they asked you about the events of the night, you stuttered and quickly became frazzled as everything finally caught up to you. That was when the detective Chris hired suggested meeting at the police station to continue, which would allow him to reveal his findings in his investigation.

After a quick change, you were sitting in the passenger side of Chris’s car as he drove you to the precinct. Your mind raced a mile a minute, but your lips remained zipped. The feel of Chris’s hand on your thigh was your tangible evidence that this was reality and not some soap opera plot. When you arrived at the precinct, the detective in charge of the case questioned you from the very beginning to the night's events. You did your best to remain calm and emotionless and were surprised that you didn’t feel the shame you’d felt about the entire situation prior to this night.

When the detective revealed new information divulged to him, from the detective Chris hired, about Christiano and what he’d truly been up to and how deep his plans really went, you could hardly stomach it. He’d secured another property in Russia and planned to bring you there. The way the information was revealed, it seemed like he planned on keeping you captive there. Hearing that, you almost passed out. Chris, on the other hand, looked like he was ready to kill Christiano again.

The questioning took a full hour, and at the end of it, you were exhausted and ready to put this entire thing behind you after dealing with Ana. With Chris’s arm around your waist, you walked out of the detective’s office onto the precinct's open floor. A loud scream brought your attention to several officers pulling Ana through with her hands cuffed behind her back.

“I demand you let me go. Do you know who I am!? I swear to god, I will have your badge, and you’ll never be a fucking cop again!”

“Wow, the mouth on her,” one of the officers teased.

“To think we found her hot in that Bond movie,” another piped up.

“Fuck you!”

You and Chris approached, curious as to what was going on. You hadn’t expected to see her until tomorrow when you and Chris executed the second part of your plan of confronting her while recording it to release it to the world, showing everyone who and what she really was. It would have been a one-two hit that she wouldn’t recover from. Her career would have been over.

“It’s been a big night,” the detective who’d just interviewed you said, standing beside you.

“I don’t understand. What’s going on? Why’s she here?”

“Your detective gave us plenty of information. By the way, impressive man, you should think about keeping him on your payroll. Anyway, we followed his leads, and it led right to her and her assistant, specifically her assistant’s car. This one took her assistant’s car and was the one behind the wheel when she ran into you. The traffic cams show it was an intentional hit.”

You saw red.

“What!”

“She tried to kill you,” Abel, the private detective, added, coming up beside Chris.

“What’s more, there were messages between her and Christiano White.”

Both yours and Chris’s heads spun to him to the police detective this time to find him nodding with a look on his face that said even he hadn’t encountered anything this bizarre before.

“They concocted this whole scheme together, beginning with the pictures of her in that eat shit sweater. This was set up with them. there is even evidence Christiano was poisoning you, Mrs. Evans.”

“Jesus,” Chris hissed.

You remained utterly silent and still letting Abel’s words fully process. It was a lot of information, but it was also vindication that you were in no shape or form crazy.

“Wh—what does all this mean?”

“It means she’s going to face a judge on a slew of charges that are quite serious. I can assure you both; there is no easy way of her getting out of any of this. No amount of money or connections will fix it. Her career is over,” the detective finished.

You both were speechless, and looking at Chris, he was too. You and Chris were led to somewhere you could sit for a few minutes to receive the paperwork for the night’s incident and the new information. While sitting, you used the time to catch your breath and wrap your head around everything. Neither of you could believe all you’d gone through. The more you thought about it, the more your confusion increased. One burning questioned remained. Why?

About ten minutes later, you and Chris were led toward the exit, but you caught sight of Ana to your right. You would have walked on, but the way she glared at you had you changing your mind in seconds. You let go of Chris’s hand and walked over to her.

“I have to know. Why? What was the point!?”

Ana bolted to her feet as if she planned to do something, but the officer behind her grabbed her arm, holding her to ensure she didn’t try anything. You weren’t worried.

“You don’t deserve anything you have. The fame, the popularity, and opportunities you don’t deserve any of it, especially Chris. He was supposed to be mine. That baby was supposed to be mine!”

You could hear the poison in her voice and see the sheer hatred for you shining brightly in her eyes. She truly meant this though she didn’t know one thing about you.

“You’re crazy as fuck. I hope it was worth it.” You reached back for Chris’s hand, knowing he was behind you. Lacing your fingers with his, you showed her all that her efforts had produced, then turned and began walking away.

“You low-grade black bitch!

In your head, you heard blaring sirens. The sound became so loud in a matter of seconds it had somewhat of a mind-altering effect. Chris released your hand as if he knew what was going to happen. You turned back to her and saw red.

“Oh I’ll show you how low grade this black bitch is!”

You ran to her, then tackled her to the floor. Once on top of her, you swung punch after punch, each slamming into her face. You didn’t care where they landed, didn’t care how hard you were hitting her either. There was a lesson she needed to learn, and the only way to learn it was getting her ass beat the right way—the black way. You felt hands trying to pull you off of her, but you were not having it. You held on to her hair, so when they tried to move you, they really helped you bald the bitch.

“See, I never learned to share when I was young! I’m—an—only—child!” With each enunciated word, you emphasized it with a punch. Ana’s screams were loud, but they weren’t louder than those alarms still sounding off in your head. Though she tried to fight back, it was futile, though.

“Learn this bitch! Don’t,” you dropped a punch to her nose. “Touch,” you slapped her with your open hand. “What,” you slapped her again, this time with the back of your hand. “is mine!”

From then, no one else tried to pull you off of her. You suspected it was Chris warning them. You managed to get off a few more punches when you were finally pulled off.

“Let me go!”

“Okay, calm down, Adonis Creed, that’s enough,” Chris shouted, trying to break through to you. You still struggled trying to get back to her, but Chris refused to let you go until you calmed down. You looked at Ana on the floor. She was barely moving, and her face was a bloody mess with several patches of her dark hair sprinkled around her. Satisfaction filled you. Raising your hand, you assured Chris you were good. Slowly he let you go, and you stooped down to her.

“Look at me.”

You waited for her writhing to stop and for her bloody, swollen eyes to land on you.

“Remember my name for the rest of your pathetic life. Remember that I’m that bitch!”

You grabbed her hair and held her head. “Try this shit again; you gonna lose your life.”

With that, you punched her one more time, knocking her clear out. Everyone around the precinct shouted out a collective “ooh.” You stood and walked away as they all cleared your path, most likely thinking you were crazy. Chris came beside you, took your hand, and walked back to the car with you. Once inside, you both sat there, silently processing everything. Five minutes passed in silence until you spoke.

“She did all this over dick, Chris. Dick,” you said in disbelief as you shook your head.

“I mean—my dick is A1.”

Your head spun to him. “Christopher!”

He laughed out loud while holding his hands up in defeat.

“Hey, don’t beat my ass too, I don’t want none,” Chris joked, making you laugh a little.

“Wow, remind me not to piss you off again. I don’t want any of what she got.”

You fake lunged at him with your still bloodied fists. “Don’t start none, won’t be none.”

Both of you erupted with laughter before you embraced, relishing in the feeling of togetherness and your love. It was finally over; you thought as Chris pressed a soft kiss to your neck.

“Let’s get the fuck out of this town,” Chris suggested. You snorted and nodded.

“Let’s go home.”

Knowing where you meant, Chris smiled and kissed you once, then twice.

“Let’s,” he whispered.

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