Writer's POV"So," Eleanor started as she entered through the door. The path was dark and small but it didn't bother Eleanor. "You and Harrison, the other day, I heard you both call each other brothers. Is that true?"Hendrix followed her gently. "He's my twin brother. We were given birth to on the same day as him and we're both from the same mother. I am the outcast, they barely want me in the house because I refused to be like Harrison and choose to do what they wanted me to do. I hate when people dictate to me, yet~""Yet, I always tell you what to do and you never got mad. You were talking about a girl from thirteen years ago the other night when you and Harrison were arguing. Who is she?" Hendrix signed softly."She's someone I would never let go again. I met her when I was a kid and my family left me in the streets. That day, it was raining and she came with an umbrella. She was so tiny and innocent. She tapped my head and asked me to stop crying. You won't believe it if I tell
Writer's POVEleanor crossed her legs and sat down properly on Harrison's lap. Harrison removed the hair band that Eleanor used to pack her hair up, letting her hair fall to her face. He pulled away and smiled at her. "What?" She asked, trying to look at her hair and touch it to see what was so funny about her look."You are gorgeous," he said and laughed. Eleanor pouted. "Don't do that again alright? I'm still mad at you. For now, since you already apologized for what you didn't do directly, I would like to go to the kitchen and cook something. I am starving. You both stressed me a lot and I haven't had any breakfast." She stood abruptly and Harrison stood up with her, following her every movement. "Why…are you following me?" She asked and chuckled. "I simply don't want to lose you anymore. He took her hands and pulled her closer to himself. Setting his hands on her big ass. "Forget about the food, for now, I am more than a meal."Their lips clashed together hungrily. Harrison dug h
Writer's POVSerena cried down to her room and picked up her phone. She dialed Liam's number. It was hard for her to think. Harrison fooled her, he never lost feelings for Eleanor in the first place, he was using her instead to pretend not to. She should have listened to Gabrielle. She should have ended the relationship when Gabrielle said it so real to her face but she was ignorant. Perhaps, the pain she felt now wouldn't have been as much as it is if she weren't still married to Harrison.He showed her his naked body. That dick should be hers, not Eleanor's. How did they even manage to make up and make out within a few minutes? She sighed and tossed her phone on the bed. It was useless. What would Liam do if he heard anyway? There was no way to change Harrison's mind right now. Not she, not Liam, not Gabrielle could change a thing about his feelings for Eleanor.She laid down on her bed and shed flowing tears. Did she love Harrison at all? Everything she did in her life, Liam comma
Writer's POVSerena marched down to the court. "Good morning Mrs. Tolstoy, it's a pleasure to see your pretty face so early in the morning. You should try to smile, spread love," Mrs Miller, the official lawyer that was in charge of her marriage with Harrison, greeted her. Serena wasn't up for greetings. She frowned her face and slammed the document on the lawyer's table. "Nothing is good about the morning, I despise you, it's not a pleasure to meet you and I want the court seal on this document, now!"The lawyer shifted her tiny glasses down her nose a little bit and read through the document with her. "A divorce? You must be kidding. You are married to every woman's dream and you want to get divorced? Why?""You can marry him. All I want is for you to put the seal of the court on this letter. All that would be left is for him to sign it and we would have nothing to do with each other." She wanted to make Harrison sign the letter so badly. The lawyer was wasting too much of her time
Writer's POVEleanor stood up, not minding the fact that she was naked and Harrison was watching. She went to his wardrobe and pulled out a long oversized shirt and put it on. She took one of his neatly folded underwear and wore it like it was hers, to begin with. She combed her hair with her fingers and swiped them to her left shoulder. She walked back to the bed and lay in it, resting her jaw on her palms with her elbow raising her. "I want the full story. Tell me all they do and how they do it, their bad sides and their good sides…I want to know what I'd do and how to behave in certain situations, that's if I get into one with them which would happen soon. I'll soon meet them."Harrison rested his head on his palms and started. "As I said, we have Uncle Henry. He's the eldest in the family and he is calm and relaxed. He is always reserved and he has made it his top priority to care for all his family members. He is the owner of Lionsgate. It's a movie company, I'm sure you know ab
Writer's POVEleanor called Jess the sixth time and she didn't pick up. Jess had changed and she had no reason not to pick Eleanor's call. She tried it again. "The number you are calling is busy and…~""Damnit!" Eleanor hissed. What is going on exactly? "Mom, I have to get home and find out what is happening. I'll reach you and tell you whatever I find, okay?" Her mother nodded. Eleanor kissed her forehead and waved others farewell.She had become a good driver now although she still didn't have a license. She drove wildly down the highway, a lot of things kept running through her mind. For what reason could it be that Father didn't want to pick up her call or Mother's? It's unusual and so not him.She packed her car a little farther away from the house. She got done in haste, stomping with a squeezed face as she approached the house. People walking around avoided her because of how she was dressed and how angry she lookedWhat has made Dad so busy? Nothing should. He had no reason to
Writer's POVSerena knocked on Liam's door violently. She had no patience. She already gave Harrison up and was now looking forward to finding herself. She had a lot of questions to ask him. Who he is, and how related he was to her.The door opened. She stared at the face of the old man, full of secrets and mysteries. "Serena, why are you here? Come inside." She went in, dragging her box behind her. She dropped to the nearest chair, allowing her bag to fall to the ground. "Why are you with your bags and why are you in my house?""Liam, I should be able to come here when I have nowhere to go. Don't you think? You are almost a father figure to me.""You are yet to answer my questions. What happened to your husband, did you both fight? You can get over it, I'll work it out and you both will reconcile then you can go back to his house. You can't stay here."Serena shook her head. "We didn't get into any fight and I am not going back there. I left on my own accord. I filed a divorce and he
Writer's POVSerena dropped her key with Priscilla on her way out of the hotel. She took each of her steps carefully, minding her pointed heels. Models should be awarded, how do they lift themselves on high heels and walk so lightly?Serena drove off, feeling much better than ever. She had solutions to her problems already. Her head moved forward and backwards to the rhythm of the music she was playing in her car. She tapped on the steering, singing along.When she gets to Anderson's place, she would tell him what she wanted to print which she knew well enough was just an excuse. She humphed.Serena got to the place which looked busier than it was when she went there in the morning. She parked her car along the road and wore her shades. Going to the shop should be easier than it was the last time. Perhaps Anderson was expecting her. She did leave a nice impression the first time she skipped the personal information, she was in a hurry."Hello," she said to a blind lady she met at the