(ONGOING) 2022 Working in the underground archive of Hills Inc. a company that took over her father's, Caroline Ann Wright, a beautiful black woman experiences much more than she ever thought she would in her lifetime. ***** Caroline Ann Wright lost her parents in a plane crash when she was just seven years old. Her Aunt took her in because of the fortune her parents had left behind. At eighteen, she was abandoned to live on the streets. Twenty four years old, she works at Hills Inc. a building where her father once ran his company, now taken over by a new one. It didn't matter to her, not as long as she gets paid. Later on, she realizes her job in the underground archive is much more than bookkeeping. Instead, she is to ensure the secret door containing the company's secrets is not breached by outsiders. Fate aligns her meeting with the cocky playboy CEO, Dawn Hills who had lost his mother to cancer, and has quite a strained relationship with his father. At first, he lied about his true position in the company just to know her. In his words, Caroline seems rigid and makes his curiosity swell. Their story breaks into a full blown romance. However, like the saying goes...it is not always sunshine and rainbows.
View MoreSix years ago, when I got thrown out of Auntie Cam's home, 'Die...you fucking bitch.' Samantha had said loudly.Looking back now, I sort of wonder why they hated me so much. I tried to get along with them, but they just didn't seem to even want to share the same breathing space as I. Somehow, I wonder the kind of life they are living right now. Though, I know it's an extremely comfortable one.It's funny how I shared the same roof with them in a really fancy house...still, it didn't feel like home. They never hid the fact that they didn't want me there. While everyone had dinner and breakfast at the table, I would always eat in my room. They made me trek to school every day, when the twins were always driven to school by the car. No matter the celebration in the house, they locked me in the room...away from their guests...I was invisible. I was unwanted.Last night, I had really great time with Miles. It feels so good to finally have a best friend. Sometimes, I wonder why he's so good
Life is unpredictable. Sometimes, we laugh...sometimes, we are sad...sometimes, we love. The first day my eyes landed on Caroline Ann Wright, I found her extremely beautiful. Her beauty is pure, effortless, with a spike of innocence that is so hard to miss. That day, I got lost in her eyes.Getting to know her, I realize she's just as I thought—-different. Three months of knowing her, I know her story to an extent, and life hasn't been exactly nice to her. Her parents passed away when she was seven. She lived with her Aunt. She was bullied in school, she didn't have friends, and she had to live on the streets at eighteen.When I see her smile, or hear her laughter fill the room, it brightens my day...and I feel a strong need to keep making her laugh, protecting her beautiful smile at all cost. Caroline has become so important to me. I don't think she knows just how much she means to me. When she's happy...I'm happy too. When she's troubled...so am I.While she lays on top of me in her
When I was three, I used to be scared of the boogeyman I read in children's books. I would hide under the blanket, and when I couldn't take it anymore, I ran to my parents.My dad would tell me, 'don't be scared, my princess. Daddy will always take on any boogeyman for you.'His words were my comfort, and I would sleep between my parents' on their bed...my mom's lullaby, soothing my ears, putting me to sleep with a big smile on my face. I felt completely safe.I didn't sleep last night. Just when I thought the unknown people would break down the door and find me in there, the siren noise came from the streets and the gang members started to flee—-the cops saved me again. I stayed up all night. I couldn't sleep out of fear. It kept troubling me that I was so close to getting hurt, and the thought made panic grow inside of me.At work, Miles listens to the terrific event that occurred the previous night. Afterwards, he hugs me tightly telling me, 'everything is fine now...don't be scare
When I was much younger, my parents would call me beautiful.'You are so beautiful, my princess...just like your mother,' my father would say.My mum would tease him and say, 'Of course. She got her beauty from me.'Their laughter would fill the room and echo loudly in the hallways of our mansion. These were good times—-among several other beautiful moments I shared with them.When this overconfident man had muttered, 'Caroline, do you have an idea just how beautiful you are?'It reminded me of those good days. How strange...the feeling that emerged, how different yet close, to what I had felt each time my parents called me beautiful.I feel the edges of my lips curl into a small smile and I close my eyes at the rush of the memories. When I open my eyes, they widen at the proximity of our bodies. His body press tightly to mine, his lips...just an inch away from covering mine. I lick the bottom of my lips, a soft gasp escaping my throat. I snatch my hand away from his grip.'Is this wh
Earlier this morning, I arrived at the airport from my business trip. I went to my father, and now I regret it. I ended up stomping off his office situated in his home and headed straight to the company. My father is one intimidating man. My whole thirty two years of existence, he tries to control my life. Every chance he gets, he wants to decide how I live...my values, my life choices...he wants to decide it all. We were never close—-the gap between us grew even more after I lost my mom to cancer. My old man has always been all about money and power.In his words, 'money and power is what makes a man.'I think its total bullshit. He may keep telling himself he's happy but I know he is one sadistic old man who lacks actual joy.It's my fault. I shouldn't have gone to him.We argued and one thing led to the other. He had said to me, 'you can never be half the man I am if you keep doing business like a fucking man of cloth. You need to be ruthless. You need guts. Sadly, you lack potenti
Growing up, I never had friends. Maybe I did when my parents were alive but the memory seems all fuzzy now. I don't know how it feels to have a friend—-I don't think I know what friendship itself is. I never really had the chance to think of how to make one.My life is quite repetitive...always been...like a routine. Work, home, the two things my life revolves around. If I must say myself, my life is hard—-and sad. Sometimes, I wonder how it would have turned out if my parents had survived that day. I wonder if I would have made friends in high school...gone to prom, graduated college, maybe have a boyfriend? I wonder if I would have someone to call a best friend.My mom used to tell me, 'a best friend is who you lean on when everything gets tough.'She was my best friend.'Thank you again, Miles.' I smile, doing the buttons of my blouse.'Oh, it's fine Caroline. I see you did a lot in here...the boxes were a lot more, flying all around the place the last time I was here.' He scans th
My life in the archive is not so different from my daily life off the clock. I live alone in the not so pretty part of the city. When my dearest Auntie Cam and her husband threw me out of their home, pretty much started living on my own since then. It's been six years...I thought I would starve and die at first, but I adjusted fast. I couldn't go to College, but completing high school seems more of a relief. Sadly, I didn't attend my graduation.My teenage years weren't easy. When people my age were out clubbing, dating, doing stupid things and making bad decisions...I was working—-I've always been working.Sure, I've been to clubs...but as a waiter. If serving couples on dates at the restaurant counts as a dating experience, then sure...been there, done that. I couldn't afford to make mistakes or bad decisions that would cost me. I worked several jobs, worked my bones out to get off the streets.Living on the streets was brutal. It was very dangerous. One time, I almost got gang rape
Beautiful...young, smart...usually that's me. But I've also been called many things. Orphan, stupid, weird...I wasn't affected then and I won't be now. I'm different—-I've always been. When my parents died right in front of my eyes, I was just a child. I was seven when the airplane crashed and blew up in flames. I was at the airport...waiting for my parents. We had gotten a call that the airplane had lost control. Mama Lana, the housekeeper had brought me in a rush to the airport.'Your parents will be safe.' She had said, our eyes on the big screen watching the news live.But it wasn't true...my parents died that day. I became an orphan. Throughout the burial ceremony, I didn't shed a tear. When my mother's big sister, Auntie Cam and her husband took me in and welcomed me into their family, I didn't cry. I went to school, I tried to get along with their twins, Sammie and Samantha—-but it wasn't enough. I didn't belong there. They didn't want me.At school, I didn't have friends. I wa
Beautiful...young, smart...usually that's me. But I've also been called many things. Orphan, stupid, weird...I wasn't affected then and I won't be now. I'm different—-I've always been. When my parents died right in front of my eyes, I was just a child. I was seven when the airplane crashed and blew up in flames. I was at the airport...waiting for my parents. We had gotten a call that the airplane had lost control. Mama Lana, the housekeeper had brought me in a rush to the airport.'Your parents will be safe.' She had said, our eyes on the big screen watching the news live.But it wasn't true...my parents died that day. I became an orphan. Throughout the burial ceremony, I didn't shed a tear. When my mother's big sister, Auntie Cam and her husband took me in and welcomed me into their family, I didn't cry. I went to school, I tried to get along with their twins, Sammie and Samantha—-but it wasn't enough. I didn't belong there. They didn't want me.At school, I didn't have friends. I wa
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