"But still, it is great to see you like this," she said, trying to clear the awkward air. She cleared her throat."Yeah, it is," he said, taking a sip from his cup. He shook it a bit, allowing the shallow liquid in the cup to move around. "Were you going to reach out to me?" "What?""I mean, you got back; I was just wondering if you were planning on reaching out to me to let me know you were back." "To be honest, I did not think of it," Ezra sighed. That was one of the reasons he liked her; she was always truthful and did not care about what anyone thought. "When I got heartbroken, all I could think of was to find solace in my family; I am yet to think of everything else that might happen," she continued. She saw the displeasure in his face and she knew that she needed to appease him in some way. "I mean, I am sure we would have run into each other eventually," she added. She was not sure if it was the right thing to say or not but she still said it. "It's fine," he said, trying
"You told him to leave?" Isla gasped, unable to understand what her sister was saying. "He looked as if he was about to confess and it would be messy if I let him do that." "Why would it be messy? You are single and so is he." "Isla, how can you suggest something like that? I had just broken up with my boyfriend and he was engaged until yesterday. If we get together, do you know what kind of news would get around about us?" "Who cares what others would say?" Isla said frustrated at her sister. "This man must be head over heels for you; how can someone hold onto love in their hearts for eight years?" "Up until yesterday he was engaged and then suddenly he is showing up at my house, telling me he is not engaged anymore and wanting to confess feelings to me.""I know it sounds bad but at least he is not married already." "It's as bad as him being married already," she murmured, taking the bag of chips from her sister and pooping a few pieces into her mouth. "What is so bad about i
"Are you seriously going to support our daughter and allow her to act so foolishly?" Sarah asked. She was lying on the bed with her back to him. Carlos thought that something was wrong when he got inside the house and she was nowhere in sight. There was no food on the table and the television was not running. He wondered if she had begun to take the night shift again since the house was dark and quiet as if not a single soul was in it. "I thought you began the night shift again," Carlos said, turning on the light. She stayed in the same position she had been since she got back from her shift. She could not bring herself to act as if the situation her daughter was in was the normal thing. There was nothing normal about it one bit. "I told you that I can do that again," she murmured, wondering why her husband was acting as if it were okay. "Are you going to allow your daughter to impersonate and defraud someone like this?" she asked, going back to the topic. "Why isn't there anything
“What else do I have on my schedule for the day?” Ezra asked, lifting his head to Mary, who stood with an iPad in front of him and was updating him on all he missed from yesterday. After he left Elara’s house, he did not go home; instead, he went to a restaurant that overlooked a small river and looked out there until it was time to close. "Aside from the meetings of yesterday that I was able to reschedule, I don't think that you..." The iPad in hand vibrated and she trailed off because she was not sure if her eyes were deceiving her or if the message that popped on her screen was real. She tapped on it and her eyes scanned the contents as she read it. "You know I hate it when you trail off like that," he said and she lifted her head slowly. "I am sorry, sir; it's just that I think you might need to see this," she said, giving him the tablet. He took the tablet from her and read through it. "Olivia-Marie," he groaned angrily, knowing that this was all her. "What are you going to
"Elara, you need to see this," Isla burst into her sister's room. She was seated by her desk with a canvas in front of her. It was a small one; she and Isla had gone out and gotten all the art supplies she needed and even though Isal wanted to buy clothes, Elara had been able to successfully convince her not to buy clothes and that they would be back. "Did you throw all your manners away?" Elara asked, not turning or reacting to her sister frantically barging into her room. Elara knew it was just some kind of gossip and she did not appreciate it. When she was just about to get into the spirit of drawing, Isla came in and made all of it go away. "There is no time for manners," Isla said, walking to the table and sitting on the edge of it. "Really, when has there been any time when manners did not matter?" Elara asked, dropping the pencil in hand to the table and swerving her chair so she could face her sister. "Well, I understand what you mean but if you saw what I saw, then I am s
"Why do you look so sad?" were the first words that came out of Micah's mouth when he opened the door for Zara to come in. He studied her face and could tell that something was wrong with her at one glance; her face was bent in a frown and worry lines had appeared on her forehead. "Sad? I am not sad," she replied. She had come to his house today ready to tell him that they could not live in the mansion or any luxury house. She did not have the capacity to provide that for them, but she was sure that if she could overcome this hurdle, then she would be able to do anything. Finding housing was important, and she was sure that this was how she would get caught."Well, your cheeks look as if they have seen better days and your eyes—your eyes are just..." he trailed off. He did not want to upset her; if she said that she was not sad, then it was wrong of him to keep pushing her. "If you say it's nothing, then I am probably overimagining things," he added.She did not like that he stopped
THE NEXT DAYElara had been able to successfully delay going shopping another day but when her mom stood by her door before breakfast time and told her to get into any clothes available to her and get down to the car immediately, she knew that there was no escaping it this time. Her mom was not the one to play the mini-games she had been playing with Isla. She was going to the kitchen to pick up an apple or any fruits she could lay her hands on. Her mom had informed her that they were getting breakfast at home and that after the shopping they would grab brunch somewhere after shopping. She could not question her or fight her, so she agreed. By the time she was at the end of the stairs, she met an unfamiliar figure in the house. She had been in the house three days now and had never seen anyone like this before so she wanted to know who he was. "Good morning, sir," she said when she stopped by the base of the stairs. The man reeled in shock as if he were greeted by a ghost in white
Carlos sat down in the garden outside with his hands on his chest. He was the reason that his daughter knew that Elara was not in the house and that she had not been in the house for a long time. Zara had told him that she was coming to tell Elliot and Clara about her wedding by the weekend, and now he did not think he could stand allowing her to come to the house to meet Elara there.Maybe he should not have cheered her up when she wanted to impersonate the Quinn daughter. He knew that if any of this was out, then he was going to lose his source of livelihood and that Zara would never get married at this rate. He could not call his wife to solve this because she was avoiding it in the first place. He called up his daughter; he was angry a bit that his wife was right about things like this. "Daddy, good morning," her voice sounded like she was just getting up. "Did I wake you?" He asked, and she grunted in approval, followed by a muffled yes. "I am sorry that I did but something urg
'Pregnant?" Cora stuttered as she snatched the test out of her hand, scrutinising it as if she were hellbent on finding something amiss with it. She could not kick her out now if she was truly pregnant, in truth. "How do we know this is not fake?" she followed up, turning her nose up. She planned to kick her out and get a better wife for her son. She would do whatever it took to make him richer; if she did not, then Eliana and her husband were going to mock her."We three can go to the hospital tomorrow" Zara replied. Unlike before, she seemed confident about going to the hospital for a test."You seem confident and it makes me wonder, if you were pregnant, then why did the test bring back negative earlier?" Cora asked. Micah did not want to be standing there and he wished the living room was big enough for him to slip off without getting noticed."I was going to explain that to you but it seemed like you did not want to listen to it," Zara said, shrugging as if nothing was wrong. "I
Cora had been waiting for Micah to get back; they had not told her about the test results for the pregnancy test they went to do and if the stick test had been inaccurate. He expected her son to come to tell her how it went, but for some reason, he did not, and he found a way to change the topic or escape anytime she brought it up. She had been tired of waiting, so she went to confront Zara, and it did not go well. She wondered why she thought in the first place that anything could go well with Zara."What took you so long?" Cora asked as soon as she opened the door and Micah stepped in."Is something urgent?" Micah asked. He looked more stressed these days than ever."It better be something urgent" he had learned over time that his mother was a bit dramatic about situations."Of course it is; let us talk in my room so we don't have her listening in," Cora added and began to look around."Mom, if it is not as urgent as you say, then I think...""Why on earth wouldn't it be urgent? Ever
Noelle rubbed her hand on her pants; she was glad that she had chosen a black one as opposed to the white one she was considering in the morning. It had been more than a week since she and Ronan spent the night together but her heart skipped a beat every time she saw him now. It had never been news to her that Ronan was a desirable man; even some women would regard him as sexy but she had never seen him that way. He was her boss and it would be wrong for her to do so. Now she felt her heart surge out of her chest every time he came around the corner when he spoke or when she had to walk behind or beside him. She found her mind constantly going back to him no matter how many times she tried to clean up her mind.How could spending just one night with him change her this much? It made absolutely no sense. She watched him smile at the camera, he was taking an interview and she could not tell why her palms were constantly sweating out as she watched him, this was not the first time she h
"What do you think you are doing?" Elara whispered as she stood up, almost clutching her sister's hand in desperation. She could not believe that her sister had picked up the call and was now talking with Ezra. She could not hear what he was saying but could see the expression on her face was all smiles."I will put her on right away," Isla replied. She took the phone off her ears and dropped it in her hand alongside an encouraging smile."What is it?" Elara asked as she took the phone and gently placed it on her ears."Hi, Elara. Good morning, did you sleep well? I am so sorry that I did not send a response immediately last night; something came up and when we see each other in person, I will explain it to you." His words came pouring out of his mouth at once before he stopped to take a deep breath."It is fine," Elara forced herself to say. She could not tell him that she had stayed awake for most of the night trying to fall asleep since he did not respond. She wondered if she was a
Elara stared at her phone; she could not understand why Ezra had not responded. She did not want to make a big deal out of it but she had thought that with the way he was after her, he would have responded immediately. She glanced at the clock and then murmured to herself. "Elara, you are overthinking this." Somehow she could not help herself; she was even shocked that after the heartbreak she had been through just recently, she had thought of the possibility of getting into another one. Was she trying to rebound? She could not help but overthink; had she been too easy? Did she allow him to talk her into it? Was he now thinking it through? She sat on her bed and put her phone on the nightstand. Lying in the bed, she pulled the covers over her body. She had to force herself to sleep even though she knew that her mind would be raging with all kinds of thoughts; she would wish that he would end something for her even if it were some gibberish that made no sense. She lay in bed for a w
"I came here because I can't give up on you," she said. She had drunk the water he put by the bed and felt a bit better. She had been drinking every night since they met Elara at the store because she had no idea what to do. She was the master of scheming and still nothing made sense to her; she had no idea what to do."Even after I have told you countless times that we can't be together?" he asked. He could not understand how she was so hung up on her. "Ezra, you know that I cut off all ties with my family and moved out here with you." "I told you not to do any of that but you insisted. Every decision in this relationship has been taken solely by you" he interjected. He did not want to hear her make it seem as if he asked her to move out there with him and promised her a life only to then change his mind in the end. "But Ezra..." "Olivia-Marie, I gave in to everything you asked of me before now because I thought there was no chance for me but now that I know that there is a way f
Ezra struggled to get her inside and to bed because she kept acting up. She kept on speaking about wanting to get back together. Ezra knew it was impossible but with her state, how could he tell her that he had just gotten back from a date with Elara and she did not stand a chance? If she slept over there, he would tell her in the morning, and maybe they would find a way to end things in the right way and both be out of each other's hair.As soon as he stepped out of the room that he prepared for her, he met his father by the door. "Why did you bring her in here?" he asked without waiting for any pleasantries."She was drunk outside all by herself; I did not want to give her the wrong idea by driving her home," Ezra replied."Mr. Nice Guy, why would you need to drive her home?" Jacob asked, causing Ezra to stare at him in confusion. Was his father suggesting that he leave her out in the open? That would have been too wrong of him to do."Should I have let her out there?""What about c
"I had the best time today," Elara said as they stood before her car door. The driver had hurried down to help her with the door but Ezra had waved him down before he could get to them and the man understood it immediately. He stopped in his tracks and got back in the car."So you are saying that you are glad you came out this evening?" he asked and she smiled, knowing what he was trying to say. \"Thank you, Ezra." She turned to the car and tried to pull it open but his hands hovered over hers and without as much contact as necessary, she felt herself catch a breath. Her hand fell from the handle to her side as she tried to steady her breathing with her hand clutching onto itself by its side. He pulled the door open, very aware of what he had done while choosing to act as if nothing had happened.She mustered together all of the courage she had left and slid into the car quickly. She turned to him and smiled at him while murmuring a light thank you. "Thank you too," he said and then
Elara opened her eyes and she felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. "What are you doing?" he asked again. She could hear the teasing in his voice but she did not know how she was to get herself out of this. She knew that it was all still too weird for her; she had to find a way to get comfortable around him again if they were going to do something like this. "I guess something got into my eyes," she murmured, pretending to close her eyes and rub them gently. That had to be her story; she couldn't tell him that when he leaned into her she thought he was going to kiss her and that was the reason she had her eyes closed. "Do you want me to help you?" he asked and she shook her head. "I got this." "Well, I thought that you reacted that way because I leaned in," he said and she wished he would let it go. "Of course not, I got something in my eyes." That was her story and she was sticking to it to the end, no matter what. "Well, I mean, it would be a bit awkward for you if you t