Kaylle's POV
I'll stop at nothing to see that those two never ends up together. And that frustrated imbecile, Wyatt! I'll make sure he'd never leave my sight.
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It was time to take our vows... Finally.
"Anabella Andrews, thank you for loving me as I am and taking me into your heart. I promise to walk by your side forever. And to love, help and encourage you in all that you do. Through all the changes of our lives. I will be there for you always as strength in need, a consult in sorrow, a counselor in difficulty and a companion in joy. Everything I am and everything I have is yours. Now and forevermore. This is my promise to you. I give you this ring, wear it with love and joy. As a ring has no e
? ? ?I was prepared to take the new wedding vows but before facing the crowd, I was already sweaty."How's my makeup? Hope it's not too much or should I say too heavy like that of kaylle's? I don't want to scare the priest when I walk down the aisle..." I murmured to Sam as she held my cathedral - length veil that sweeps almost every angle of the church.You're wearing the simplest, nude makeup I've ever seen, idiot! You're perfect!!"She whispered but it sounded as if she was yelling."Ugh! Just shut up and let's go.." I sighed and muttered again adjusting my beautiful, laced wedding gown that suddenly seemed too tight.
MONTHS LATER.....Wy and I just came back from Rome where we had our unforgettable, amazing honeymoon...It was the first week we resumed work in our hospital. Kay fell sick and got admitted into one of the best hospitals in the state... Brights hospital.Kay had Kidney and Ovarian cancer which made her really thin and unhealthy. All her body was full of disgusting rashes, all her full boobs dropped.Kaylle Andrews was totally shapeless. She couldn't eat, stand, speak nor sleep well. She was full of pain. She had to go through operation."Ken...Re you a doc?" She asked, trying to move her head to he's but irresistible pain overwhelmed her.
**"My name is Kaylle... I'm your daughter.""What?!""Yes...I'm sorry. Maybe you missed the address 'cause I don't have a child.""I'm Jane's daughter....Jane's my mothe-"He threw his poor self on his unknown daughter. Kay was happy, her father accepted her."Come in." He led her to a sofa, throwing his suitcase to a corner."Daad...You look the same. You know, I wondered how you looked?""What would you like to eat or drink?""Whiskey!"He wore a smile
***Years ago, somewhere in Los Angeles. There was a successful businessman who lived with his daughter in a very big mansion, located around a wide, blue beach. Andrews made sure his princess, Anabella had everything she ever wanted.***One Saturday Morning, On The Seashore...She added water into a pot of clay mud, mixing it together with her hands and a tiny stick to give a good moisture. She dig her soft hands in the pot of white clay again, taking a little to build her glorious castle. And on this castle were two statues, her's and her father's.With so much effort and hardwork she's put in this molding, It wanted to fall when all of a sudden, a bigger, stronger and cleaner hand supporte
For the past two days, I’ve been running a fever. I told Mrs. Jane—my stepmother—but she just ignored me, hurling insults instead. Left with no choice, I used half of my savings to buy some medicine. And despite feeling weak, I still had to finish all the house chores, or else…“Anny!! Get your butt over here!!!” Kaylle’s shrill voice rang out as she barged into the kitchen, nearly causing me to lose my balance.“I’m almost done…” I mumbled through clenched teeth, resisting the urge to give her the punch she deserved.“How long does it take you to clean this damn kitchen?!” she screeched, stomping her muddy feet all over the floor I’d just scrubbed clean.Frustration simmered inside me as I watched her destroy my hard work. Kaylle flung open the cabinets with the ferocity of someone just released from prison, grabbed some leftover bread and jam, and devoured it while glaring at me with disdain.Did I mention Kaylle eats like a pig? Well, she does.I decided to slow down my pace, determ
"Isn’t the music a little too loud?" I asked, raising my voice just enough to be heard over the blaring speakers."If you have a problem with it, get out of my car!" Kaylle snapped. "You don't get to tell me what to do—I do whatever I want!""I'm sorry," I said quietly, feeling defeated.Kaylle rolled her eyes, then slammed the brakes, bringing the car to an abrupt stop. "Out!" she ordered."Please, Kaylle, I won’t say another word," I pleaded as tears welled up in my eyes."Don’t make me repeat myself. Get out before you regret it!" she spat."I’m sorry, Princess Kay..." I said, using her favorite nickname, trying to appease her. She loved being called "princess" because it played into her overblown sense of importance.“Get in. I don’t have time for this,” she barked.I quickly climbed back into the car, feeling a mix of relief and frustration. As we sped off again, I wiped my tears and tried to calm myself down.Halfway through the drive, Kaylle glanced at me with a sly smile, the
Here's the revised version, written more professionally:*** AT LUNCH ***I quietly packed my books into my worn-out white school bag, ignoring the murmurs and glances from my classmates as they filed out of the room. Some whispered to each other, and others snickered, but I pretended not to notice. I made my way to the cafeteria, grabbed a small salad and a bottle of water, and found an empty seat. I didn’t have many friends, apart from Rilynn Blonca Thompson, the headmistress’s second child. Despite her status, she didn’t carry herself with the same arrogance as most of the others.As I began eating, I noticed Kaylle approaching with her group of friends—her so-called "clique." “Hi, Bella,” Kaylle said as she passed by. She only called me “Bella” when she was in a good mood. I felt a flicker of happiness but quickly suppressed it, not wanting to give her the satisfaction."Eww, she eats like a pig!" one of Kaylle’s friends, Cole, sneered."Pigs eat better than this one," Kaylle rep
At LunchI packed my books into my old, worn-out, white school bag, trying to ignore the stares. My classmates trickled out of the room, whispering things I couldn’t quite make out. Some smirked as they passed me. Others didn’t bother to hide their disdain.I made my way to the cafeteria, alone as usual. I picked up a salad and a bottle of water — a safe choice, considering the daily scrutiny of what I ate. My only friend was Rilynn Blonca Thompson, the headmistress's daughter, though you'd never know it by the way she acted. She was the one small comfort in this snake pit of a school.Just then, Kaylle strutted in with her little gang of "cliques." Or should I say "wannabe cliques?" “Hey, Bella,” Kaylle muttered as she passed, her voice dripping with false sweetness. She only called me Bella when she was in a good mood. I smiled inwardly but kept my face neutral, knowing better than to show her any satisfaction."Eww! Look at her eat. Like a pig!" Cole, one of Kaylle’s followers, sn