“ Of course I do, Jaxon! I am your sister, and there’s no way I’m going to let her ruin your life again.” Gia yelled over the phone. “No, you don’t! Besides, all she did was check up on me to know how I’ve been doing—nothing harmful as y’all have been making it up to be,” he calmly replied. “ Jax, Brynn has an ulterior motive. She always has and always will. Just ignore her and focus on your relationship with Yara. If you don’t want her anymore, please let her know so she can move on.” Gia advised. “ Wait, is that what you all think? That, I don’t want Yara anymore?” he asked. “ Yes, that’s what she thinks; that’s what everyone thinks!” “ No, no, y’all thought wrong! Yara’s the best thing that has ever happened to me. She helped me get through the worst moments of my life. She’s everything and more. I can’t do without her, Gia,” he confessed. “ Then make her understand that before it’s too late. Stop entertaining Brynn. She has a man, let her discuss whatever she has to say with
Bazyli stood nervously at the door, taking a deep breath before knocking. When Aly opened it, her eyes searching, he asked, "Can I come in?" Aly hesitated, her emotions a whirlwind of curiosity and hurt. Finally, she stepped aside, letting him in. "Sure, come in," she said, leading him to the living room. "Have a seat; do you care for anything?" she asked, trying to maintain some semblance of normalcy. "No, I just need to talk to you," Bazyli responded, his voice shaky. Aly nodded, sitting across from him, giving him the space to speak. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you the truth about me from the beginning. I wanted a break from my past, the wild and noisy bachelor life. I wanted a normal, quiet life, and I got so caught up in the reality and naturalness of our relationship that I didn't know how to tell you the truth," he explained, his eyes filled with regret. Aly looked at him, feeling a mix of hurt and understanding. "You should've told me, Bazy. I would've supported you either way,
“ Fancy seeing you here,” Clinton said as Aly walked into the bar. “ Hello to you too; I came with a friend though,” she smiled at him. The bar reminded her of the first time she met Bazyli. It felt like yesterday; up until now, she cannot explain what drew her to him. She just fell for him at first sight. “ Really?” “ Yeah, there she is.” Aly said as Davina joined her at the table. “ Hi,” “ Hello, what can I get you?” Clinton asked Davina, forgetting about Aly at that moment. She smiled, looking at them as they openly flirted with each other. “ Some shots with lemon will do,” she ordered. “ Do you want anything to eat, We recently added food to our menu,” “ Really? What do have?” Aly asked her interest piqued. “ Seafood boil, sushi, egg fried rice, and some noodles that’s what we have for now,” “ We’ll try the sushi,” Davina suggested. “ Great choice,” he said as he went to the kitchen to place the order. Aly was proud of Bazyli on the developments he had made on
“ Hi Ma,” Aly answered her phone when she realised her mom was calling. She had been engrossed in work for the past three days. There was a partnership deal she was working on, which was taking much of her time.“ Do you care for some home cooked meals?” Xara asked her daughter, standing in front of her office.“ Yes, yes, I do. I’d really—- She was cut off by her mom opening the door and walking into the office, earning a chuckle from Aly.“Really, mom?” she asked, leaning in for a hug.“ I didn’t want to bother you with calls when Zeke told me you were busy buried in work,” she said, taking a seat in front of her daughter and placing the basket beside her. She had prepared simple meals as well as soups for her.“Thanks, Ma; you’re the best mother one could ever ask for. I love you.” “ I love you too.” “ How are you doing, Alyona? You look stressed out, sad, and tired,” her mother pointed out. “ I’m not going to lie, mom. I am. Considering all that’s happening, my mind’s messe
“You look radiant, Kim," Aly greeted warmly as she ushered her friend into her apartment. Despite Aly's recent bout of stomach troubles, she was eager to host Kim, even if it meant relocating their meeting to her home."Thanks, Aly. How's your stomach feeling now?" Kim inquired, settling into a comfortable chair while Aly fetched water and wine."Gale brought me some meds; I'm feeling better now. It must've been something I ate," Aly explained, pouring wine for Kim and herself."Work's been hectic lately. I've been chasing after this big business deal. Thankfully, it's all coming together tomorrow," Aly shared, relieved at the impending resolution."That's fantastic news! I'm here to support you every step of the way," Kim offered enthusiastically."I've missed our time together, Kim. How's Jamal? What's new with you two?" Aly inquired, genuinely interested in her friend's life."Jamal's amazing, Aly. He's brought so much joy into my life, and we're doing really well," Kim replied wit
37.Aly strutted into the office with high spirits. Today was the day she signed the deal with one of the largest beauty companies in New Jersey. She took out her phone as she sat at her desk to see if she had received any notifications or messages from anyone. She remembered her phone buzzing last night, but she didn’t check who it was from.She had received countless messages from her friends and family wishing her well, but it was one message that caught her eye. A message from Bazyli. The message read : “ Hi Alyona, I hope you’ve been good? Yes, please. I’m open to having a conversation whenever you want. Goodnight and sleep well.” She was stunned.“ Hi Bazyli, I’m well, and yourself? Will 3pm my time and 10 p.m your time be great for you?” she sent it, waiting for a reply from him.~~~~~“ Are you sure you want to come down?” Kim asked her cousin when he told her he had to be in New Jersey in a few hours. “ I didn’t want to, but I had to. There’s someone who wants to invest in t
“ Deep breaths, Aly, deep breaths.” Kimora consoled as they sat in the hospital’s waiting room. Kim booked the next available flight from Hawaii down to New Jersey when Clinton called to inform her of what had happened.“ T-t-t-today w-w-was supposed to be a good day, Kimora. I finally closed the deal, a-and Bazyli and I were supposed to have a call. I didn’t know he was in town, nor did I know he was coming to see me. If only I had reached out earlier, maybe, just maybe, he would have been okay.” she panicked.“ It’s not your fault, Aly,” Clinton said, joining them. “ That’s what I’ve been trying to tell her, but she keeps blaming herself,” Kimora added just as the doctor approached them.“ He’s stable now and out of surgery—-- “ Why do I feel there’s a but?” Aly couldn’t help but cut his sentence short. “ There is. He’s going to be on a wheelchair for a while because of the severity of the hit to his spine. He’s not paralysed, but it will take a while before he’s able to walk aga
“ Are you sure you’re comfortable with this arrangement?” Davina asked, helping her pack her suitcase.“Yes, Davina. I want to do this. If he had left for the airport without coming to see me to talk, he wouldn’t have been in this state, and if I had reached out to him earlier, he wouldn’t have been in this state,” she explained.“ I understand how you feel, but is this the right thing to do? What if you get fed up and decide you can’t take care of him any longer? What happens then?” Davina asked.“ I’m not going to be doing that alone, Dav. He’s hiring a nurse who will take care of him during the day when I’m off to work, and I’ll take over from her when I’m back.”“ Okay, if you say so. Be safe and don’t hesitate to call or come over. We’re always here for you,” Davina encouraged.“ Thanks baby girl.” she appreciated.Commuting to work would not be difficult for Aly because Bazyli’s house wasn’t far from her office. Another reason why she opted to be the one to live with him. Kim ad
A few years laterEpilogue.To create a 2500-word simplified version of the scene while staying true to the emotional depth and natural tone, I would focus on expanding the moments of reflection, internal dialogue, and memories, while also adding more description and backstory to the characters and events. The goal is to enrich the scene, making it feel fuller and more detailed, without relying on overly complex language.Here’s how we can structure and simplify the epilogue:---"Hey Dad..." she whispered, kneeling gently beside the weathered tombstone. Her fingertips brushed over the engraved name, now softened by years of exposure to rain, sun, and the passage of time. She felt a mix of heaviness in her heart, but somehow, being here always made her feel a little lighter too, like part of the weight of missing him was shared by the earth holding him now.She hadn’t planned to visit today—it just sort of happened. She had been passing by the cemetery on her way home and felt that pu
Bazyli and Aly walked slowly through the park, enjoying the fresh air and the quiet around them. It had been a long journey for Bazyli, but he was finally out of the wheelchair. He now used a cane to help him walk, and though it wasn’t easy, he was proud of how far he had come. As he looked around, everything felt new again—the grass, the trees, even the sound of kids playing in the distance. It was as if the world was welcoming him back, one step at a time."I can’t believe it," Bazyli said with a soft smile, looking down at his feet. "After all these months, I can finally stand on my own two feet again." His voice carried a mixture of disbelief and relief, as if he still couldn’t quite wrap his head around the fact that he was walking again.Aly, who was walking beside him, smiled warmly. "I’m happy for you too," she said, glancing at him with pride in her eyes. "Soon enough, you won’t even need that cane." Her tone was light and hopeful, trying to encourage him, but Bazyli just lau
“I hope she’s fine,” Gia asked over the phone, her voice tinged with concern as Ximena informed her of Shane and Ayanda’s breakup.“I think she is,” Ximena replied, though uncertainty lingered in her voice.“She’ll be fine,” Gia added reassuringly.“I hope so. I know she has new prospects anyway,” Ximena joked, trying to lighten the mood.“How’s it going with your mom, Xi? It’s been a month since you decided to reconnect with her,” Gia asked, knowing this was a sensitive topic for her friend.“It’s been awkward, Gia. We barely have anything to talk about when she calls or when I call her,” Ximena paused, taking a deep breath. “She wants me to come back home, but I don’t think I’m ready to do that, Gia. She threw me out without considering how I would survive on my own. She didn’t just abandon me; she ensured the rest of the family didn’t take me in. How does she expect me to accept returning home as if nothing happened?”Gia sighed, feeling the weight of Ximena’s pain. “It’s complicat
Bazyli’s therapy sessions had finally begun after some initial setbacks, and it was hectic for Aly to balance work with attending the sessions. Even though Kim and the live-in nurse were around, Aly still needed to be there for the sessions when both of them were absent.“I’m happy you both sorted out your differences,” Ida said as she walked into Aly’s office with Khloe and Davina in tow. Talia was a few months pregnant, so Zeke was hardly around these days.“I’m happy we did too,” Aly replied, smiling warmly at her friends. She was grateful to have such a wonderful circle of people around her. Since her first broken relationship, the death of her father, and almost losing her second relationship, they had been there for her, and she cherished their support deeply. Her life hadn’t been all rosy despite the money she had, but her friends had been the best anyone could ask for. She wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world.“How’s Bazyli doing? Is he responding well to therapy?” Kh
Bazyli wheeled himself into Aly's bedroom, his face set with determination. "Can we talk?" he asked, his voice carrying an edge of urgency.Aly looked up from her desk, where she had been pretending to study, her heart pounding in her chest. "Yeah, sure," she replied, trying to keep her tone steady. "We were bound to have this conversation sooner or later." She could feel her palms growing sweaty as she tried to anticipate where this was going.Bazyli raised an eyebrow, his surprise evident. "Wait, you knew I had regained my memory?" he asked, a mixture of shock and confusion colouring his words.Aly nodded slowly, swallowing hard. "Yes, I did. She confirmed it," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She had hoped to avoid this moment, to give herself more time to think of the right words, the right explanations. But now, here it was, staring her in the face.Bazyli let out a long breath, his eyes searching hers for answers. "Okay," he said finally, his tone softer now, as if he
From his room, Bazyli looked out the window. He remembered everything, but he didn't know how to tell Aly the bad news. He didn't know how to ask her what she wanted to talk about before the accident.He was thankful for what she did for him, but he had to talk to her. They needed to talk things out so that they wouldn't be awkward with each other.She was still important to him, and he hoped she felt the same way.The sound of his phone made him lose his train of thought."Hey Clinton, what's up?"He said, "Aubrey came by; she wanted to meet with you," while waiting for his boss to answer."We met online yesterday, and she didn't say anything about coming by today." What did she need?""She said she was in the area and just wanted to stop by for a quick chat." "But she did ask how you were doing," he said.“Okay, that's fine. I hope everything is going well at the bar, though,” he inquired.“ Yes, everything is going well here. How are you doing yourself?”“ Not bad, Clinton, not bad.
Brynn stood on the balcony of her new dorm room, taking in the surroundings of her new life in LA. It was a clean slate for her, a chance to start over and leave behind the mistakes and regrets of her past. The sun was setting over the city, casting a warm orange glow on the buildings and streets below.As she looked out, she couldn't help but think about the two love interests she had found and lost. She had made foolish mistakes and hurt those who cared for her, but she couldn't dwell on that now. This was her chance to find herself again and maybe even find love once more.She took a deep breath, feeling the warm breeze brush against her skin. It was comforting—almost like a sign that she was in the right place. She closed my eyes and let the moment envelop her.When she opened her eyes, she noticed a group of students walking by, chatting and laughing. She couldn't help but smile at the sight. It was a reminder that she was not alone in this new chapter of my life. Brynn had the op
“ Are you sure you’re comfortable with this arrangement?” Davina asked, helping her pack her suitcase.“Yes, Davina. I want to do this. If he had left for the airport without coming to see me to talk, he wouldn’t have been in this state, and if I had reached out to him earlier, he wouldn’t have been in this state,” she explained.“ I understand how you feel, but is this the right thing to do? What if you get fed up and decide you can’t take care of him any longer? What happens then?” Davina asked.“ I’m not going to be doing that alone, Dav. He’s hiring a nurse who will take care of him during the day when I’m off to work, and I’ll take over from her when I’m back.”“ Okay, if you say so. Be safe and don’t hesitate to call or come over. We’re always here for you,” Davina encouraged.“ Thanks baby girl.” she appreciated.Commuting to work would not be difficult for Aly because Bazyli’s house wasn’t far from her office. Another reason why she opted to be the one to live with him. Kim ad
“ Deep breaths, Aly, deep breaths.” Kimora consoled as they sat in the hospital’s waiting room. Kim booked the next available flight from Hawaii down to New Jersey when Clinton called to inform her of what had happened.“ T-t-t-today w-w-was supposed to be a good day, Kimora. I finally closed the deal, a-and Bazyli and I were supposed to have a call. I didn’t know he was in town, nor did I know he was coming to see me. If only I had reached out earlier, maybe, just maybe, he would have been okay.” she panicked.“ It’s not your fault, Aly,” Clinton said, joining them. “ That’s what I’ve been trying to tell her, but she keeps blaming herself,” Kimora added just as the doctor approached them.“ He’s stable now and out of surgery—-- “ Why do I feel there’s a but?” Aly couldn’t help but cut his sentence short. “ There is. He’s going to be on a wheelchair for a while because of the severity of the hit to his spine. He’s not paralysed, but it will take a while before he’s able to walk aga