The moment seems to be frozen in place. I can’t budge from my position at the end of the staircase and my eyes are glued shut. The gunshot still reverberates in my head, but the sound is gradually fading out. Startled hearing the sound of footsteps, my eyelids lift and his face comes into my view. Chiselled jaw, lips thinned in anger, and his electric blue eyes staring into my petrified ones. He crosses the few inches between us in a long stride and grabs my forearm. He drags me behind him upstairs without care or concern. “Stop!” My voice breaks. Is he really a murderer? Did I just witness him kill someone? Will he kill me too, to erase the evidence? He turns around and faces me in a swift move. My arm in his grip hurts. He’s sure to leave his hand imprint on me. “What are you doing here?” He yells at the top of his lungs. His high-pitched tone makes me tremble and turn into a puddle of scared mess. Gone is the calm and easygoing CEO Denzel Flynn and the man who stands before me
Denzel Flynn ****** I’ve just been done with the cops when my phone rings up. At first, I don’t bother to pick it up, but one glance at the caller ID and I don’t hesitate. Bringing the phone next to my ear, I speak out calmly, despite feeling the tug at my heartstrings. Little rose’s harsh words live in my head rent-free. “How have you been?” No reply comes from the other side. I wait patiently until I hear audible sobs in the background. An invisible force fists my heart and panic rises in every corner of my body. “Chloe?” I said, alarmed. Again, no response. “Chloe, can you hear me?” I ask again. Maybe it’s a network issue. Maybe someone else was sobbing in the background and she went away to soothe them. Maybe... “Den...” The sobbing continues in her voice and they only rise louder than before. “Are you at home? I’ll be there soon.” I cut the call after acknowledging a feeble affirmation from her. I spare a glance at the officers arresting the woman and little rose loo
Chloe looks at me, dumbfounded. Her countenance looks similar to a child who was told that Santa Claus doesn’t exist. I can tell she’s having a hard time believing what I just said. None of us thought in our dreams that I’d ever deny her of a wish. But I suppose that’s what you get when you put faith in your sibling with your eyes closed. “Wh-what do you mean?” Her eyes turn glossy and red from all the crying and disbelief shines in them like the moon on a Purnima night. I won’t fall for them anymore. “Do you know who this kid is? About his family and relatives? His name?” “His name is Benjamin, and he’s a fatherless child. After learning about his tragedy, I have a stronger will to take him in.” “Why do you think he needs someone else? Maybe he’s happy with his mother alone.” “C’mon Den! The world is so cruel to orphans. Have you forgotten how we’re treated? Without a father, Ben’s basically an orphan like us!” The rage in her voice propels me to take a step back. However,
Unknown POV ****** The woman watches over the house with an eagle eye. For fear of what happened in the past, she doesn’t dare show her face in the villa as long as Denzel and his lapdog remain inside. She mentally scolds the dumb blond for not giving her a heads-up. If she had been a minute earlier, she would have bumped into him and all of her efforts have been ruined. Of course, she’s planning to approach the young heir of the Flynn’s Enterprise soon. However, the conditions for their first meeting are too specific. Despite her rebellious form, she won’t do anything mischievous and risk shouldering the wrath of Big Fox. As soon as the woman’s predatory gaze falls on the two familiar young men walking out of the villa, she heaves a sigh of relief. However, on closer inspection, she finds one of them wearing a troubled expression and the other shaking with fury. The hair on her neck rises and her body plunges into alert mode. After double-checking that their car has driven off,
Naomi West ****** I arrive at the cafe in my neighbourhood after receiving Myra’s text. It’s been a while since we got together and chatted like old times, so we decided to make up for it today. I was the one to approach her, of course. With Ben being with her kids and husband at home and Denzel being out of state, I guessed it’d help kill my boredom. He left a day ago and I’m already out of ways to indulge myself without getting bored. It’s one of my flaws. I get fed up quite easily. Of course, with a bit of determination, I could stay at my apartment and write the next chapter of my novel. Yet here I am, leisurely scrolling through the reels on Instagram—laughing at silly cat videos and relating to the miserable life of a full-time author and sometimes googling the meaning of random words. “You’re early.” I lift my view from the phone screen and stare at my high school friend. Yes, Myra and I’ve been friends since high school. She’s the only one I’ve been in contact with eve
“Please tell me you’re not wearing that.” Myra claps her palms in front of her, keeping them glued together and silently praying. I shoot her an annoyed look. “You’ve long past the privilege of playing the judge. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t even have to put up with this.” I do a twirl in front of the mirror. Honestly, I have put more effort on my dressing while dropping off Ben to kindergarten than today. I’m wearing mom jeans and a dark green turtleneck top with sneakers. Still it’s not as ugly as I wanted it to be. “It’s not bad, but it’s too casual for a date. Why can’t you wear the red halter dress I gifted you on your last birthday?” I spin around on my shoes, giving her another smug look. “Is that another advice I hear?” She pouts, puffing her lips out like a pufferfish. “I’m already offering to babysit Ben despite my tight schedule, just so you can have fun without worrying.” “Oh, Myra, I’m so grateful to you. How would i possibly spend a day without your undying de
Denzel Flynn ****** My blood boils at the sight of her happily chatting away with another man. It isn’t her shy smile that bothers me though, it’s the way I catch that man undressing her with his gaze. Little rose doesn’t understand his stare and mistakes it for an innocent glance. That man is anything but naïve. The two of them turn to look at me at the sound of my footsteps. Little rose seizes me up from head to toe, worry shining in her eyes. All the joy and relaxation on her face from earlier vanishes into thin air whilst the man slyly expresses his displeasure at the sight of me, grimacing. Without delay, I take little rose’s hand and lift her off her seat, dragging her behind me. A moment later, my grip lightens on her wrist when I faintly see a red imprint of my fingers on her pale skin. Without saying a word, I shove her in my car and lock the door. Getting into the driver’s seat, I let my fury take over and drive like a maniac. “What was that about?” She asks with fury.
Little rose’s eyes widen in utter shock and fear. Those were probably the last words she ever wished to hear from me, especially when she went to obnoxious extents to hide Ben’s true identity.Her eyes glisten with unshed tears, and she finds herself at a loss for accurate words.“Mommy!” Ben runs from his room, rubbing his sleepy eyes and barges into little rose, hugging her like a panda.Little rose doesn’t hesitate to turn away and pay her undivided attention to the little demon. “I’m hungry.” He whines. Naomi smiles gently at her son and caresses his head before heading to the kitchen, ignoring my eyes on her all the way.When his mother is out of the earshot, Ben grips my wrist and drags me to the living room couch. He sits us down and checks toward the kitchen once again to satisfy his suspicion.“You got her back!” He whispers excitedly with a merry glint in his eyes. They look so much like little rose even when he has my colour.“I did.” I nod, responding in the similar hush