To be continued. let see how Lucian is doing, If Mira is the only one missing her lover, her heart.
New York ~~~~~~ "Ah!" Lucian sighed in frustration as he kept staring at his phone, his brows furrowed in disappointment. "Why isn't she calling me?" he asked, pouting like a disappointed child, his impatience clear in his tone. Ken, clearly exasperated, gritted his teeth in annoyance. "Why don't you just call her... so we'll get back to work, Sir? At this rate, we won't be able to finish on time," he pointed out, his words edged with irritation, his professionalism challenged by Lucian's fixation. Lucian let out another sigh, his frustration apparent. "I wanted her to call me first," he declared, his voice tinged with stubbornness. The room hung heavy with the tension between their differing priorities – one, a desire for personal connection, and the other, a commitment to professional responsibilities. Ken just kept staring at him. For the ten years he had worked with Lucian, this was the first time he was acting like a teenager. Even when he was at that age, he never behaved thi
Breakfast was served, and I found myself already sitting and eating before Leo and Lora came down to join me. Lora's complaint echoed in the room as she took her seat, followed closely by Leo."Jeez, you could have waited for us before eating?" Lora protested her annoyance evident.Without raising my head, I replied to her, my voice calm, "Oh, sorry, I totally forgot. I had visitors." With a forced smile, I added, "I didn’t actually invite you over so…""It is only natural," remarked Uncle Leo in a humble tone, his voice filled with grace. "We are grateful for your hospitality," he added, expressing his polite appreciation, which stood in stark contrast to Lora's annoyance. The room appeared to vibrate with tension, as if every word and gesture carried the burden of unspoken emotions. As we gathered around the table, an undercurrent of unease subtly permeated the atmosphere."Well... you're not welcome," I mouthed again, my words sharp, and I continued eating, my focus on the food in
The silence stretched far, echoing the weight of the unspoken truths. Leo remained silent, his eyes fixed on me, as if waiting for my reaction. Lora sighed, clearly frustrated by the lack of explanation from Leo. "Mom did.” she replied instead, her voice soft but carrying a note of certainty. "Oh, did she now?" I questioned in a low, seething voice, feeling the rage within me bubbling to the surface. "That's awfully kind of her." My words were laced with sarcasm, my anger threatening to spill over, as the betrayal of those closest to me fueled the inferno of emotions raging within. Turning to Uncle, Lora asked, annoyed, "Why are you making it seem like a big secret?" I remained silent, my eyes fixed on him, waiting for an explanation. "I wasn't," he replied, his voice defensive. "Yes, you were," she countered, her frustration clear in her tone. He sighed loudly, his patience wearing thin. "She asked me to come, but this stubborn head here decided to tag along," he spat out, glar
~~~~~~"Ah!" Lucian sighed loudly, exhaustion etched on his face. "I thought that was never-ending," he muttered wearily, collapsing with a thud onto the sofa."Thank you for your hard work," Ken muttered, his voice filled with gratitude for Lucian's efforts."Thank you, that’s all I get?" Lucian asked, his eyes closed, and his head resting on the sofa, his words tinged with a mix of humor and fatigue."Eh! Were you expecting something else, sir?" Ken questioned, genuinely confused by Lucian's reaction."You bastard. After countless complaints and work you brought to my table, you dare say that to me?" Lucian snapped, his frustration spilling over. Despite the pile of work he had just finished, his agitation stemmed more from the fact that he didn't get the chance to be with Mira, a desire that had been overshadowed by the demands of his responsibilities. The longing for her company gnawed at him, leaving him irritable and impatient, his emotions raw
As Lucian traveled from New York to Austral, his mind was in complete chaos, thoughts racing about what the problem with Mira might be. For the first time in his life, he wished he could fly.He longed to grow wings like a bird and soar to wherever she was, to reach her side in an instant. The agonizing slowness of the jet felt unbearable. The idea of Superman, once a mere fantasy, now seemed strikingly relevant to his desperate situation.Time dragged on, each minute feeling like an eternity, as he grappled with the fear of the unknown, his heart pounding with anxiety. All he wanted was to hold her in his arms and assure himself that she was safe.She was an IED patient, and the only thing that could go wrong was losing control of her sanity. If that happened, something bad must have upset her. Lucian sighed aloud, his worry etched on his face. "I just hope whatever it is, has nothing to do with the Dolman," he murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of anger and frustration.Ken,
Although he had said he would handle it, Lucian hesitated, an unknown fear washing over him like a suffocating blanket. Sensing his uneasiness, Ken asked, “Do you want me to open it?” Lucian shook his head, trying to regain his composure. “No…I’m okay,” he replied, his voice strained. “Did you call Jake?” The diversionary tactic was his attempt to regain control over the situation, even as his heart raced with an inexplicable fear. “Yes, sir, he is taking the available flight and will be here in the next few hours.” "Okay," Lucian acknowledged, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him. He took a deep breath, trying to steel himself for what he might find behind the door. Memories of the first time he had discovered Mira's fits flooded his mind, creating a knot of anxiety in his chest. As he approached the door again, his only prayer was that she was okay. At that moment, nothing else mattered to him but her well-being. Lucian took a deep breath and slowly opened the door,
As I sat wrapped in the bedsheet, a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions swirled inside me. Doubt, confusion, and betrayal clouded my mind. I couldn't help but question the truth behind my sister's words and my Uncle Leo's claims about my father, how true was it? Can I trust them this time?The room felt suffocating, the weight of my past and present pressing down on me. I needed clarity, but every answer seemed to elude me, slipping through my fingers like sand. I couldn't deny the wounds on my body, a tangible reminder of my struggles, yet the mental scars cut deeper.Torn between trust and skepticism, I clenched my fists, feeling the fabric of the bedsheet beneath my fingers. My heart ached for answers, for a sense of stability in the chaos of my thoughts. I closed my eyes, taking deep breaths, trying to calm the storm raging inside me again.Not long after, Lucian emerged, his hair still damps from a refreshing shower. He turned towards me and let out a sigh, concern etched on his f
Mira, with a sweet smile lingering on her lips, fell asleep in Lucian's arms. Instead of gently placing her back in bed, he remained seated, his eyes fixed on her beautiful, sweet, innocent face. The lines of worry on his forehead deepened as he pondered the implications of her words. If what she said was true... he too needed to question the so-called sister and uncle.A quiet determination settled in his heart. He gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his touch soft and affectionate."Ah," he sighed softly, frustration clouding his eyes. Here he was, grappling with the complexity of his own life, but in comparison to her struggles, his challenges seemed small.The very people she had once trusted had become the source of her torment. It was a cruel irony that mirrored his own experiences. If it weren't for the betrayal he had faced from those closest to him, he wouldn't have agreed to the deception of their marriage.Her fight with IED made her situation even more diff