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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. "
"Damn!" Purple stared at the clock for the umpteenth time while tapping her trembling feet. The white bleached walls of the hospital and its antiseptic smell made her more sensitive and conscious of the blood pumping through her veins. Fear embraced her like an old friend, a draining, exhausting fear. A fear that could not be tamed. It enveloped her insides so much that she trembled, wishing the world were not so full of evil. While there were good people in the world, others were lurking in the darkness, their sole purpose to cause destruction, to ruin happiness. These 'others' existed to make her life miserable, at least so she thought. She sat still, wanting to cry, yet hating herself for being so vulnerable with her emotions, so weak. The solution was not tears, and she knew that. The sight of a doctor distracted her thoughts and she rushed over to take his hands in hers "Doctor— My mom… is she okay?" She asked, her voice rising up and down in quavers. The man looked at her
It was Lucas Duke! The man of her past! The memories came together, piece by piece, and she welcomed them. Years back while she was just ten, Lucas was her darling sweetheart. Infact, she got to see him everyday, both in school and at home. They had developed a bond, a connection, a friendship, until suddenly, one day, just like the flashlight of a torch, her mother had flown her out of the country with no particular reason. She hadn't seen him since then, but now he stood before her looking so sweet and hot like he hadn't felt her absence. She couldn't tell if it was a good thought or a bad thought. He looked up right at that moment, and his eyes locked with hers, unable to tear away. Immediately, the world came to a standstill between them. It was a timeless moment, time seemed to slow down, until they had communicated with their eyes, with their bodies. She broke the gaze and made to walk away, conscious of the shuffling of feets behind her. Soon enough, he caught up with her
The employees at STANFORD COMPANY scurried away in fear and terror, refusing to breathe. The arrogant chiseled bastard proprietor had returned, his face hardened like a piece of rock. He returned no one's greetings and greeted no one, not even with a wave. His mind was a mess. His pulse palpitating, his body tensed and his lips shivered. Why couldn't he block her out? He kept seeing her in his dreams, when he woke up, when he was at work, even when he was having a bath, he kept seeing that one face. Her smiles were all he could see when he was having a bad day. "No!" He snapped, trying to shake the thoughts away. And was she thinking about him as much as he was thinking about her? He doubted that, she had made it clear when she chose to get married, that he was out of the question, out of her life, their relationship had ended twenty years ago, twenty fùcking years ago. So why could his mind not get rid of the feeling of her thighs against his? Purple Brendon! The feelings made
Three weeks later. Purple sat on the couch, nursing her bruises. Her scalp was aching with a pain she could not describe, her fingers were damaged once more. Tears flowed freely from her cheeks, her husband had bullied her again. She had gotten married two weeks ago to John. It was in the marriage that John showed his real self. He constantly reduced her worth to a punching bag. It was a suffocating hell, She was tired of complaining to her mother who she was beginning to detest. She knew that in reality, her mother was being plain selfish and greedy. She pushed her into this hell of marriage to claim all the benefits that came with it. Or else? What mother would claim ignorance of the plight of her daughter? What mother would refuse to look beyond the fog in the air to save her daughter? It was only a mother who had designed her existence to embrace heartlessness like a lover. Her mother fitted perfectly into the description. Her phone rang and she looked at the number. It was
Lucas smiled at first, refusing to believe. Then slowly, his face changed as the look on Purple's face became tight and grim. "What's up with the confrontation", his questioning eyes asked as he bent to pick up the paper that had fallen to the floor. He opened the letter in a sheer stiffened posture. As his eyes glanced down at the contents, he let out a squeal, gripping the sides of his head as if to cover his ears. "Who the hell gave this to you and what does this have to do with me?" "You should know Clara by now, the woman you are supposedly having an affair with. She is almost three months gone, pregnant for you" For a moment, Lucas thought his heart had stopped beating. He tried to speak, tried to dodge the fuzzy thoughts playing games in his mind, but could not. He could not fathom what under the heavens Clara was playing at. He knew as much as he could hear the thumps of his beating heart that the baby was not his. He was done with her a long time ago. How dare she mess
Lucas peered over the hot sun as he waited for Clara. He tried dialing Purple's number in the process but kept hearing "service unavailable". He had dropped her messages on different platforms, but she neither replied nor read them. He knew she was still angry, but what he hadn't thought of was that she would go this far to express her displeasure.Sweat broke out in a vague amount on his forehead despite the air conditioning in the car where he patiently waited. The short, fumbling movements with his phone hammered the thoughts that had been lingering in his mind.He saw Clara from a distance and heaved a sigh of relief. As she entered the car, she apologized for her lateness and Lucas mumbled a reply, signaling the chauffeur to move the car"Where are we going? Clara questioned"I told you, I have an amazing surprise for you" he replied absentmindedlyClara smiled as she turned to look at his hard stoned face, she took in his gleaming white starched attire. His hair poured beautifu
Purple felt a soreness in her throat that refused to go away. She had misjudged a man she was supposed to cherish because of a trivial issue. This was one of the moments she intended to stick by his side, trust in him, believe him, but she had not, and now, she had to act fast.She could not bear the thought of losing the only man she had ever felt a connection with. She dialed his number and he picked on the second ring"Can we meet please?""What do you want Purple," he said grimly"I just want to talk", her voice was filled with plea"I'm not in the mood to talk""I beg you, Lucas, please hear me out"Lucas released a croaked laugh"What a sad irony darling, a few days ago, I was in your shoes, begging, pleading with you to hear me out. But what did you do? You regarded my pleas as mere trifles. And now……."Purple sighed as she thought hard about his words"Fine… I'm in the house if you need me". He hanged upPurple cleared her desk hurriedly and left her office.As she sat on his
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