"Yayy!" Purple shrieked, dancing along to the music coming from the stereo in the car.She ran her hand again along the leather seat and drew in a long gulp of air. There was a feeling of breathlessness in her bosom that made her hands tingle. She smiled."It feels so good to have a brand-new car!" She danced, drumming repeatedly on the wheels.It would feel so good to show off to her colleagues, to show off to Ellen, to show off to the world what an amazing boyfriend she had."I cannot wait to get Ellen's jealous reaction," she chuckled.She hummed along to the music, but as she was about to make a turn into the next street, she stopped and looked again in the rear mirror.A car was trailing after her, a blue Jeep. She had noticed the Jeep from the moment she drove out of her apartment. At first, she thought it was nothing, but as she drove, she saw the same car behind her over and over.After the incident of the previous evening, she had become more picky of little sounds, moves, an
Ellen shrugged with a smile, but said nothing, as if Purple's reaction meant less to her."What do you mean by dying?!" Purple yelled, pissed off by the silence.Ellen shrugged again. "Nothing, just forget it,""No, I won't, and don't try to brush me off. Tell me, is Lucas dying?""You're trying to put words in my mouth, Purple,""Then explain what the fuck you meant by dying?""I don't have to answer to you,"Purple chuckled dryly with a wave of the hand."When did you become this jealous, hating, irresponsible daughter of a bitch? This isn't the El I know as a friend…"At her words, Ellen's eyes widened, then narrowed."I'm… I'm…I'm a jealous, hating bitch?"Purple blinked, maybe she shouldn't have said that, the harsh words had hit Ellen hard, and it was obvious, but it didn't matter, being apologetic would not solve the problem."Can you explain your words then?""You know what? Just forget it, and excuse me," she said icily and brushed past her to the elevator.Purple turned to s
"Dear Purple," it read."I hope you're fine. Well, I guess that's the least important question you hope to hear right now because it's obvious that you're far from fine. Your days have been, well…, crazy, for it shows in your eyes. Is it because of me? I hope not.I'm writing this so you can stop fretting or being paranoid because although I've been watching you from a distance, the fear in your eyes is giving me the bumps. I know you're oblivious of me, and I hope it remains this way, till, well, the right time to strike.You hurt me purple, in more ways than one. Your betrayal felt like thousands of needles being stuffed down my throat, it felt like a raging fire. I really hope you can turn a new leaf and see me for who I am, love me, appreciate me, and stop being so proud and haughty, for it doesn't suit you.In the meantime, stay safe, stay sound, stay fine, and sleep well, for the bags under your eyes have extended to your cheekbones, and it's really not appealing.Bye my darlin
Two days later."How's the new marketing proposal kicking off?" Lucas asked.Bryan cleared his throat. "Much better than expected sir, the investors are ready,""Fair enough. The new branch in Atlanta still needs a partner. Have you found someone for the position yet, or are you perhaps Interested in being the new partner?As he asked the question, he hoped that Bryan would not be interested. He could not afford to lose a great brain like his, an asset, not just to him, but to the company.To his relief, Bryan replied. "No sir, I very much enjoy working with you, and yes, I'm still looking into the applicants for the position,""I'm impressed, Bryan,""Thank you, sir,""That's all, you can go," Lucas dismissed."You have a conference call by two, sir. I sent all the messages you'll need to your email, the meeting starts in an hour,""And the copies to the board of directors?""They are all in the conference room,""Thank you, Bryan. Did you confirm tomorrow's appointment?""Yes sir,"
She stood still, her face completely white. How come Lucas was here all of a sudden with a notice?"Holy shit! Lucas, what are you doing here?"She held him firmly as his body slipped to the floor. He blinked rapidly, and when he looked up, there was disappointment in his eyes."Bun…" he started but failed."Lucas…" she panicked, her heart racing.She looked behind and saw a pool of blood dripping from under him. It made her sick."Oh my God! What in the fuck have I done?""Are you ok…okay?" She cried, patting his shoulders.Lucas opened his mouth to speak but the words failed to form. His back was hurting like thousands of soldier ants were drilling holes in them. The knife had penetrated deep, and he feared he might lose his ability to walk, worst, he feared he might die.He had only come to surprise her, not hurt her, so why did she behave in such a rash manner? And the fuck, she had a fucking guard, so why did she think she could be attacked under a guard's nose?Or was he at fau
She walked slowly into the room with a furrowed brow and a set chin."Lucas, are you there?"There was no response, and she pushed open the bathroom door but it was empty, no sign of him."Lucas…?"Could he have stepped out to get something? She shook her head, it was not likely because there were several nurses running errands, and besides he was not too strong to move around.Where could he be? She had to ask Dr. Abel, but as she made to leave, her eyes caught Lucas's wristwatch on a small table beside the bed.She picked it up, and beneath it was a piece of paper. In curiosity, she opened the paper and as her eyes read through it, she grimaced. It was a note from Lucas."I left, and I'll be gone for a long time. Please don't bother looking for me, take care.""What?!" She exclaimed and read the text again. Was the note meant for her? Why keep a creepy note like this beside your bed in a hospital? And, he left? to where?Her pulse raced in thought. Could Lucas be dead? Could he have
"Ah!" Purple groaned, holding her head and sitting up straight. There was a blinding pain in her forehead accompanied by a stomachache.She made to stand up but collapsed to the bed. Her head felt like millions of bees were dancing inside. She rubbed her temples with closed eyes in a bid to recover her strength."Why did I have to drink so much?!" She whined.Yesterday night had been, well, kind of crazy. She had walked into the bar with a high spirit, and for the first time, alcohol had tasted like sugar in her mouth. Dancing had felt so good, so therapeutic, a relief, but Charles had dragged her home against her wish.Her hands reached out to her purse and she grabbed an aspirin together with a glass of water and swallowed, at least to ease the throbbing pain in her temples.It was the weekend, so there was no fuss about going late to work, she could sleep all she wanted, except…Yeah, right, Lucas. She had ignored his text the previous night because she was mad at him. How dare he
"Wh...at are you doing here?" Purple stuttered.He smiled slyly and walked towards her, ignoring the wild look of surprise on her face."Hey, beautiful,""Enough with the nice guy act, what are you fuvking doing in my office?""Are you going to offer me a seat, or are you going to kill me with questions?""I wish questions could kill, then you'd be dead this instant," she blinked."I'm going to sit nonetheless," he said and lowered his butt to the cushioned chair opposite her."You haven't answered my question, Harry,""I miss you," he whispered."Oh fuck you!" She brushed him off. "How did you even know where I work?""It wasn't that difficult,"Purple sighed and crossed her arms. She was going to kill Tricia when she got the chance. Why allow a fùcking stranger into her office without an appointment?She eyed Harry who still had a grin on his face. Really? He was such a pathetic asshole with a fake smile. Once bitten by him was a painful lesson, twice would be a disaster."Now that
Lucas walked into the room with a bowl of ice cream which he placed in front of Purple with a smile. "There you go," Purple frowned as she regarded the bowl like it was a long standing enemy of hers. "I'm not interested in that," "What?" Lucas couldn't believe his ears. "You heard me. I'm not longer craving ice cream," Lucian chuckled at her pouty lips. What the hell? He had brought her favorite and she no longer craved it. He didn't know how to react to this. "What's wrong?" He asked. Purple sighed and sat up straight, a hand raking through her hair. "I'm craving to know the truth about you and Ellen. Is she still sending more of those love texts bullshit? Should I confront her this time? What's going on?" Lucas leaned closer with a smile, as if taunting her. "Is this what took your appetite away? Like I said, your health is primary, everything other things are secondary," Purple nodded in acceptance. Lucas was so stubborn, he wouldn't budge, it didn't matter how she coaxed. "
Lucas walked into the room with a bowl of ice cream which he placed in front of Purple with a smile. "There you go," Purple frowned as she regarded the bowl like it was a long standing enemy of hers. "I'm not interested in that," "What?" Lucas couldn't believe his ears. "You heard me. I'm not longer craving ice cream," Lucian chuckled at her pouty lips. What the hell? He had brought her favorite and she no longer craved it. He didn't know how to react to this. "What's wrong?" He asked. Purple sighed and sat up straight, a hand raking through her hair. "I'm craving to know the truth about you and Ellen. Is she still sending more of those love texts bullshit? Should I confront her this time? What's going on?" Lucas leaned closer with a smile, as if taunting her. "Is this what took your appetite away? Like I said, your health is primary, everything other things are secondary," Purple nodded in acceptance. Lucas was so stubborn, he wouldn't budge, it didn't matter how she coaxed. "
Lucas turned quickly to the limp body on the floor and screamed. "Purple!" He collapsed to the floor and checked her pulse. She was still breathing, but very faint. Adrenaline rushed through his entire body as he lifted her from the ground. "Help! Somebody fucking help!" His screams attracted attention from within and nurses rushed outside and wheeled Purple into the operating room. For a moment, Lucas stood there, rooted to the spot, there was a tighteness in his chest. A lump settled in his throat and he stifled the urge to yell. Where the hell had that useless bullet come from? He was about enjoying the night with his angel, so what the fuck just happened? She had fucking took a bullet for him. He climbed into his car in a wild race, but as he drove, his heart in his mouth, he received a message that the security guards who had swunged into action earlier were unable to catch the shooter. According to the text, the culprit's car had plunged into a large tree during the pursui
"What?" Henry pushed the chair backward and stood on his full weight. "What the hell is wrong with you?!""Tada! Was it a pleasant surprise? Awnn, probably not,""Are you insane? What did you just do?!"Purple shrugged. "I tore the goddamn papers. Got any problems with that?"Gritting his teeth, he grabbed her neck, pulling her forcefully to her feet."You bitch!" He snarled."Let me go!" She struggled, hitting his huge muscles."No, I won't, you sicken me!""You…you're…choking me, stop, please!"His grip on her neck tightened with every word of her plea until there was a soreness in her throat. She was gasping for air."Stop!" Alice screamed and rushed over, separating the fight. "How dare you lay a finger on my daughter?""Your daughter is just as irresponsible as you!" He scoffed, pushing Purple roughly to the floor."Wow… so I'm irresponsible? Is that it? After everything?""After fucking what, huh?"Purple groaned, massaging her throat. The back-and-forth arguments were disgustin
Alice disentangled from the embrace and peered into her daughter's face. Jeez, those eyes were miserable, helpless, like a scared child. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. How selfish of her to think of her baby's heart as a rag doll. She took a deep breath to steady herself. How about a thorough confession? A confession that'd purge the tightness in her chest. Her heart lurched, no, a confession would mean a swift change of plans. Titus would sell her off without another glance and she could not afford for that to happen. Darn! If only that stupid game had not clicked red. "Now you're talking like the smart daughter I raised you to be," Purple sighed. "Smart indeed," "Hold on, I'll make a call to Henry," Purple stopped her hands. "What? Now? I'm… I'm… I don't think I'm ready to meet him yet," "Don't worry, honey, it'll be fine," As her mother left, Purple released a sly smile. Phew! Plan A had gone by so smoothly, like a piece of cake, no hitch. But wait, was that a bi
Henry tried to keep the shock out of his face like her words hadn't affected him. "What?""And don't forget to never come this close to me again!" She spat.Henry paused, tilted his head to the right, and smiled. "You're really something,""Leave while I'm being nice!""You have to calm down, listen…""Fuck you!" She sprang to her feet and grabbed a bundle of broom that laid against the wall. "If you don't leave this instant, I'll break you to pieces with this!"Henry stood up with raised hands and stepped backward. Was this the responsible daughter Alice had wanted him to meet? This raving bitch?The hell, she didn't look one inch like a responsible lady, she was dangerous, insane."Are you still here?!"His brows lowered. "Fine, I'm leaving,"At his promise of leaving after a phone call, she stood with a glare while watching him. Within seconds, Alice unlocked the door and walked into the room, a wild look on her face."What's going on here?"Henry brushed past her icily. "You shoul
Lucas brought out his phone from his pocket and tapped on the unread message. His eyes widened. What? Mrs Alice was in town? Why so sudden and unannounced?He sighed. Should he go ahead to meet her as Purple suggested? How would she react to seeing him? No, she'd refuse to smile at him. It would be so uncomfortable.He started his engine and dialed Purple's line thrice, but there was no response. She had to know that buying fruits for her mum was not really a good idea.Within minutes, he arrived at Purple's apartment, but as he started up the stairs, an odd feeling crept up in him. Something was not right, his guts knew it. He had been calling for like a thousand times if not less, but no response. It was unlike her."Purple?" He started and opened the unlocked door to step into the small living room.It was empty, no sign of Purple or her mother."Pur…" he stopped at the sight of her phone on the center desk. Why was her phone here when there was no sign of her?"Purple!" He hurried
"I'm sorry," Lucas whispered.Purple walked towards him, cupped his chin, and placed a kiss on his lips. "It's alright, the diagnosis says appendicitis. We'll get through this together,"He brought her into an embrace. "There's something else,""Which is?""There are signs of a growing tumor in my brain,""Oh my goodness!" She hugged him tighter. "You're going to be okay. I trust you'll be,"There was a sniff behind her and she knew he was trying so hard to control his emotions. Who the hell said that men shouldn't cry?"Cry all you want, pie. I'll be a shoulder to lean on,""I'm so sorry, bun"She brought his head to her breasts. "It's not your fault,""You don't deserve this, I feel…""Hey, listen. I'm not going anywhere. I'll be right by your side,"He looked up with a weak smile."You're going to be alright," she assured."Thank you,""Should I make tea for you?""No, I'm fine. I should head back to the office. I have a meeting to attend by 2"Her eyes darted to the wall clock. "I
If looks could kill, then Purple would long be dead from the dagger shooting looks by her boss. Her palms twitched in discomfort as her head hung low. For goodness sake, he should say something other than just staring at her."Why is there no report from you about the shareholders' account?"Purple heaved. Finally, he spoke! "I'm sorry sir, I'll have them delivered to you today,"He searched her face. "Miss Brendon,""Yes, sir,""You were supposed to send in those records yesterday,""So…something came up," she stammered."You allowed whatever it is you're dealing with to affect your job performance?"She bit hard on her lips, searching her brain for a suitable explanation. It was not her fault, but how could she tell him that she had been worried sick about her boyfriend in that she hadn't slept a wink throughout the night, nor could she concentrate on the records.There was no telling him that she had rushed Lucas to the hospital this morning because the abdominal pain had increased