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
Writer's POV"These things are unnecessary. Just pick up your phone and your arm bag. Emil, time is past spent. We have a lot of things to do today," Eleanor grumbled, pacing down the room. Emil was busy packing all sorts of junk in his bag; tape, sandwiches, cookies, jam, pizza, a flashlight, and a stick… he was packing it all like they were going on an adventure. It was just a little exercise to find out some things and she was impatient.Emil's backpack was full, it brought out the whole shape of the bag, making it obvious that it was fully stocked. She hit her palm on her forehead and hissed. "How are you going to lift the backpack? Isn't it too heavy now that you've put everything in your house inside? Anyway, let's go. I won't help you on the way.""I won't be needing any help and besides, we are taking a car, we would have more than enough space to put the bag. You are just in so much pain and it's understandable but that doesn't stop me from taking the thing that means a lot t
Writer's POVEleanor took the letter from Emil and blew the dust away. It read:Don't forget, I will meet you at one am tomorrow. Meet me in the kitchen and I will show you. It's not much of a thing but it is worth it. Don't let anyone know about it, you know why.I made it myself. I will give you another one later. If there is a later.Your Uncle L.Eleanor stared into space. She was good with words so she could tell that there were no hidden words in the letter and besides, Serena was just four years old. The letter wasn't for Serena. She couldn't read at that age. Who then had the letter? And who is Uncle L?"What do you think?" Emil asked. She tapped the letter. "This letter has something to do with the fire. If it wasn't for Serena then who had it and why is it in our house and Serena's room?" It wasn't a question.She walked out and walked down the other staircase. The kitchen was almost totally ruined but it was still in shape. An average human being would know it was the kitch
Writer's POVEleanor changed seats with Emil. The way to her mother's place was too complex to explain and she was in a hurry. She drove straight to her mother's place and parked in front of the house."Are you sure people live here and you aren't mistaken?" Emil asked her as he got down. He took a sandwich with him and ate as he walked to her. "Would you like some?""You think I have an appetite? Father also said the same thing when he first came here. I wonder what Mother would be doing inside. I'm sure she's not ready for what I am bringing. Emil, I need you to greet her naturally and pretend nothing happened. I don't want her to have the slightest hint."Emil nodded. Eleanor went to the door and knocked. "I would break the door if you don't open up." That was what Lina told her to say anytime she came around so she would know that it was Eleanor. The door opened and Eleanor immediately faked a smile and she was good at it."What a lovely surprise. You didn't tell me you were comin