"Come here, dog," Zoey bent a little, taking the little puppy into her arms. "Aren't you one cutie pie?" She tickled his fur, the dog barking at her happily.It squeezed under her grip, and she smiled, "Now who's your owner? There aren't supposed to be any dogs here." She gazed around, ramming her knuckles together."Seems like you found my dog." A thick voice pulled her into, and immediately, she snapped her eyelids to stare at Dexter."Your dog?" She stared at the bichon frisé in her hand and back at him, Dexter owned a dog? Since when?"Are you sure?" She pressed further, how could she believe him? He was... well Dexter and this was the cutest dog she had come across."Zoey." He called her name again, and gosh, she wished he said it everyday, the way it rolled out of his tongue, so sweet. "It's my dog, do you need proof?"She waved him off. "Nah. I can already see your blaring eyes down on the dog, you look possessive of the dog already."He laughs, his hands tucked around his pock
When he had dragged her to a further place, his firm hands encircled her arm.She glared at him, standing firm. Her eyes shook with violence."Let go of me, you fucking bastard." She almost hissed, removing her hands away from his angrily.Damn, how dare he? Look so cool, while she? A pathetic loser."Oh. Well, that goes it." He was smirking now, like seriously? Out of everything he did, he was literally smirking?"I hate you." She almost yelled, but her voice betrayed her, it ended up cracked, rigid, and she hated when her voice was like that."I was protecting you." He said now, gazing at her softly."Don't protect me!" Her eyes blared into his, and for a moment, they were lost, staring at each other's eyes."Trust me, you need it.""I don't need this! I don't need you! I don't need one Rafael!" Her lips parted apart harshly, her voice rings through his ear, he's standing still, his eyes grazing over her... She couldn't tell whether he was angry or just bland, but his eyes were shal
Miranda would be anywhere but here.When she was younger, she had planned her life better, maybe, she could be an insanely hot bus driver (Yep, women could do it too) or a bartender who ended up being a flirt but not paying attention to her relationship life.But no. She just had to be given birth into this family, she had to follow rules: Don't mess things up, be more like your sister.You are a fool... Get your act together.. Why does your elder sister keep beating you in everything? Stupid, Miranda was replaced with all those damn names."Mother." She breathed in again, shutting the memory that included her mother and elder sister, because if she tried to remember, her shitty Christmas that was spent hiding under the table, dumping pudding all over her hair.Yup, she would rather not remember that."Miranda!" Her mother's eyes almost peered into hers, a pair of blonde knitted brows stared darkly at her and she shivered. Her lips parting apart.Her mother, Nisha gazed at her hard be
"You are full of shit. Do you know that?" Stella huffed, as she stirred the boiling soup on the pot. Zoey didn't know which was worse; her being a slob for the past two days, petting her cat, when last had she bounced out of her couch? "I know that now." Zoey massaged her temples, cackling a sob. "Can you believe he didn't come here for the past few days?" "Seriously, Zoey." Stella removed her kitchen gloves, letting the puffy cloth fall down onto the counter. "You did chase him away, now you are sobbing, oh shit." Zoey casted her a look, but because she was tired, it only ended up being a huff, she had even tried to text Dexter, the latter didn't even care. He shoved her aside. When she checked clearly, she was sure he even blocked her. Rafael wouldn't come home, Dexter won't even answer her calls, her work needed her, but no, instead of buckling up, she was here. Stella scolding her ass. "Zoe. You need to get your game up, whatever you do, you need to fix it, that's why you are
Zoey gulped down the bottle of beer in a good, letting a low hiccup. Oops.Shit, was this her third beer? She was sure her eyes would have been puffy now, her cheekbones would have been tainted with red, and gosh, she looked like a total mess.She adjusted in the chair, staring at the empty bar, just her. What time was it anyways? Her brain couldn't process it, she was drinking alone, at a bar.She didn't wanted to think: it hurt if she think when she was drunk, simply, she just poured another content into the cup, moving it towards her lips, a simple sip."Ma'am?" The bartender stood rigid in his steps, her eyes was blurry, so she squinted.What in the hell?"It's getting late, you have to leave." The way he grinded his teeth made Zoey frown, "Now.""I don't want to leave." She groaned, her eyes flying around, "Your sign literally says closes at 10." Another deep groan, "It's just nine thirty."His face pressed, crumpling together, "I don't care ma'am, please just leave this place."
Zoey gazed at the bottle of wine in her hands, before she placed it firmly on the table, her eyes darting around. Don't let him know you are fucking looking, just keep your gaze elsewhere, don't fucking look."So?" Zoey was glad he spoke first, she wasn't sure she would say a word considering all that happened. His flew towards the stairs, straining his voice. "Is Zara asleep?"Was she supposed to be angry at this man or the other way round, she had said some awful words at him, and hell, she needs to apologize.She thought of putting on a smile, but it didn't work, her jaw wouldn't just obey, her lips wouldn't even twitch upward. "Yeah." She was hopeless, oh universe, please just freaking help me. I don't even know who I am anymore."Stella tucked her to bed." She wiped her hands over her face, she might as well just be honest right now, "Stella's a god to me, she stays here until midnight before she goes to her own home." And, then she scoffs, her chest heaving up, "Sometimes, I don
Dexter couldn't concentrate on what he was doing, his hands moved so endlessly on the keyboard only to realize that he hadn't done anything.The clock ticked 9:45am, and he groaned. However, he couldn't keep himself from feeling bad, why in the hell had he told her to go? He felt like the worst possible person alive.His assistant, Gina trudged inside, swiping her brunette hair over to one side, her heels making contact with the floor, until she slipped into his office."Good morning. Boss." She took a swift bow, mainly to annoy him, before raising it back up, that endless frown never leaving her face. "Let me guess. You fucked off?"He blinked, before adjusting to his chair. "You look like someone who could take the day off. You look exhausted." He scanned her composure, she wasn't wearing her bulgy glasses today, her cloth totally looked not ironed, and oh. Her face sank in sadness."Trust me." She chippered sadly. "You don't want to know what happened to me. So, how can I help you?
Earlier, Miranda took a few things and forced them into her backpack, one: a torchlight, because only hell knows that she would need that, some snacks, a pillow (she forced that there too)Her mother's words was simple: spend the night with your sister, else. I will silt your throat, and because she so much values her dear throat, she was already at the front door.A part of her wanted to see her elder sister, Haylee again, because for some reason, her sister was part of them who understood her, like really deeply.Her sister knew about her condition, and her meds, she knew most practically everything about her, and thinking that one Zoey Hart has exposed her sister's condition, she couldn't help but feel another wave of anger.Just you wait, Zoey Hart, I am coming for you.She bursts the door like the queen she was, swinging her backpack into the door man's face, because he was a door man, and what else was his job than to grab her backpack?She couldn't see his face clearly, but sh
Thank you everyone for loving Zoey Hart and as much as I did. Even with the late releases, I am glad that you all stayed with me throughout the journey of Zoey Hart and Dexter.You can check my other books.A deal with the billionaire (Book one)A game with the billionaire (Book two)Taming the billionaire (Book three)Book four and five alongside with other books is coming soon. Thank you to my readers, I don't know what I would do without you wonderful people, if you love Zara Hart, and think you want to hear her story, you can let me know in the comments section.Yours,Rae-Rae.
One year later,Thanksgiving day.The room smelt like any other thanksgiving room, roasted turkey, cream, salad and a bunch of people sipping wine. The dinner was about to start, and soon everyone was going to be saying what they were thankful for.Zoey recounted, she didn't even know where to begin, just one year ago, her life had changed ever so much. Perfectly well, it had gone along.Dexter came into her life, Rafael stumbled in, and oh, she didn't know how, but they both loved her daughter so much, well. Zara better get used to having two overprotective fathers.Miranda, Stella and Zoey have become quite the inseparable trio, having tea on Mondays, hitting the gyms, and gossiping about their husbands.Presently, Zoey was sprawled on the bed, her hands swiping through her phone, just waiting for it to be ringing, finally it chimed. She swiped it up immediately."Stella!" She beams, cheeks pink. "How's the baby moon going? Is Mexico alright?"Stella's voice sounded so angelic from
Two Months later."Zoey hurry! We don't want to be late for Sky's concert. Do we?" Stella yells from the bedroom, her gaze directed at the dressing room."Coming! Just trying to get the zipper on, damn, it's too hard!" Zoey yells back.Stella takes in a little giggle, and stares outside the room, the view is perfect, she could see the sun set even from here. She was having a giddy feeling today, but it didn't sum up her excitement.Today was Sky's first concert after his music block has been overcomed and he was singing his new song. People are flooding all over Los Angeles just to hear his voice, She, Zoey and the rest already got their tickets. She couldn't wait to see him sing after his music block. Excitement is washing over her. She can't wait.Zara enters the room, a smile on her face. "Aunt Stella!" She throws herself towards her."How was your night? Little Pumpkin?" Stella nudges her hair playfully, her hands moving to tickle her."It's fine." Zara scrunched her nose, before
Even though one week had passed and everything seemed to be moving well, Zoey still felt this urge: sinking and swimming through her, prompting her to see her mother in jail, so that's why early in the morning, she got into her Sedan and drove towards the lane."What do you want?" The receptionist barked at her, her face gruff, prison was not a good place, no doubt. It smelt of stale coffee, the place looks rugged, like criminals had been jacked into this place, struggling to get inside."I want to see my mother." Zoey made to speak again, but the angry looking woman waved her off."Sorry. Kid." The woman puffed her cigar in between her hands, "But visiting hours are over, if you would please return later, I am sure you would be entertained with whoever you want to meet."The woman is really rude, no doubt, but Zoey doesn't want to leave without seeing her mother. Sometimes, your name is very important, and if using that name would get her what she wants. Then, why the heck not?She
The whole room felt so small as Zoey ran past them, it was like oxygen was racking her spine as she counted the rooms. Her breath was short-lived, she could only pray under her breath."Zara!" She calls out, fear evident in her voice, the pain of losing her own daughter sends tears to her eyes. The hall was stretched out, too many rooms. The stairs looking back at her.She stopped at the living room, she could feel the throbbing in her head."Zara! Please come out. Please." She just stood there rooted, it was like the alarm was buzzing in her head: countdown, five, four..Sweat clanged the corner of her hair, she checked her father's study, it looked rather untouched. Her father's favorite novel, 'Rich man, poor man,' sat there elegantly on the table. Hope. It needled through her, then vanished into thin air. She called again, this time more loudly, perhaps her daughter might hear her. "Zara!" The room was eerily quiet.With lost hope, she just stood there, she would rather blow with
The next day came rather too quickly, and like her mother used to say when she was young: You just have to face it.So, when she sprang up from the bed, she kissed Dexter on the forehead gently before heading downstairs. Rafael was by the counter making cereal for her daughter while balancing a cup of coffee on one hand."Ready for the big day, huh?" He hands her a cup, while gently pouring the milk into the bowl, Zara watches with her eyes fluttering."It's funny how you made it sound so casual." Zoey says casually, everything has been planned, they are all meeting up in her father's house. Nova, her husband, Alec and his wife, Stella and Sky. Miranda was going to meet them there.Zara shoves her spoon into the bowl, her mouth full of corn flakes. "Mother. Can I come with you? Pretty please?""Yes. Dexter and I will get the car ready, why don't Rafael pick out your dress, okay sweetheart?"She nods and focuses on her food, just by staring at her daughter makes her heart swell, the on
In life, you could be either lucky or unlucky, but there's no such thing as luck or not luck, it's the chance we have, it's the choice we get that defines us, not our luck, that's why as Lin sat down, fiddling with the hemline of her gown, she recalled all the choices she had got to make, and one of them dealt with forgiving her husband, Asher.He was only being threatened, he just wanted to protect her. He loves her, that's why he wanted to protect, because for the person you love, you could go through extreme lengths just to make sure they were safe."Lin? Lin, are you listening to me?" Asher said, clutching the cup of coffee in one hand.She snapped out of her daydream, before staring around, waiting. What was he saying? She didn't even hear a thing."I was saying whether we should take the kids to Disneyland this year?" That was one thing she would always love about him, his ability to remember anything."But Mommy, we went to Disneyland last year!" Her seven year old daughter wai
Stella had imagined countless things in her life, but here she was. Seating opposite her parents with Sky by her side, this time. She wasn't scared, hope brimmed in her chest, because with him she felt strong, she felt like somebody."You want to date him?" Her mother said, under those lashes of hers, her words held some kind of deep warning, "What about Doctor Rodriguez?"Her father dropped the spoon on the plate, the metallic sound filling their eyes. "Stella dear. You can't go out with him. He's not for-""I didn't come here for your approval." Her tone sent them all warning, Sky placed his hand on her shoulder, his gaze, a reassuring one. He turned towards her parents."I am Sky. Well, I dated your daughter, until you threatened me to leave her, I fell in love with her, again. I fell hard, I am still falling for her. She makes me, she completes me. I love her so much."Neither of them blinked."And I am sorry, but you can't stand in the way of our love," He breathed in, "She helpe
Loud chattering filled the room, kids chasing each other, muttering words under their breath, some kids sprawled on the neat blue rug, playing with their toys.The kitchen linked to the living room, some adults were leaning against the island, each gripping a glass of wine. There's some muttering, no laughter here, just clear talking.Relax. Zoey's head throbbed, but she just couldn't. Dexter's hand was placed on hers, it was warm, at least that made her calm down a little, but still. She wanted to sprang up the seat, and protect those she loved, her mind reeled. To her mother's word, to Lin's words.Thankfully, Zara was talking to her cousin 'Damien', they seemed to be arguing though, but hey, it was her daughter."Everybody." Natasha clicked the glass, the whole room went silent. The kids stopped and turned to look at her, immediately she received the call, she didn't know what prompted her to call Natasha, Natasha was soothing on the other end, and they agreed to call a meeting.Li