Those innocent blue eyes stirred him into a world he had no idea of. Her eyes were soft, rather dim to be exact, but she looked so pure, so sweet that he wanted to say something.He wasn't that good with kids, but he wanted to be good. For this little girl that he didn't even know her name.He crouched on his knees, his eyes softening, "It's okay."The little girl stretched her hand forward and squealed. "Okay, mommy told me to always be polite."Well, your mother sounds like the greatest person ever.He wanted to pat her hair, run his hands down those silky chestnut hair, but instead he stared at her, watched her run back to a man standing afar off.Maybe, that's her father. He sighed heavily."Uncle Liam!" She chanted, that big bright smile on her perfect face, "Watch me run."So little.So pure.So fucking innocent.He jabbed his fingers together, why should he be caring about some little kid when he got his own shit to handle? He turned back and walked away, the regret still clamp
The moment that Zoey reached home, the house was cleared, Rafael's stuff was gone. She checked everywhere. His room was shallow and stuffy, something not fitting it right.She knew the truth now.He's gone.All this while, he was pretending, he was just trying to hurt her, or was it? Why wasn't he here? Why wouldn't he tell her the whole truth?She already tucked Zara into a nap, now she was standing at the entrance of his room, gazing at the empty room, except the bed was still intact, and his body cologne filled the whole room, so that sounded like a good sign.But, was it actually?"Zoey." That deep hoarse voice she had come to get used to said roughly behind her.She swirled around, her eyes facing the man who was pretending, "Rafael." It turned bloody cold. "What are you doing here?"He didn't seem a bit affected by her words, his shoulders sighed, dark circles tagged under his eyes. "Liam texted me.""You guys." She fought the words to escape from her lungs. "You work together,
Lin Shannel brewed coffee, added a cube of sugar, and seasoned it with milk, before picking up the mug, lifting it towards her lips, and drinking slowly. Just her everyday routine, morning coffee, but why in the hell did it hurt so badly? Why did the liquid substance feel so old? So worn out. She sighed. She couldn't do this. Placing the mug back on the table, she kicked off her slippers, and walked towards the living room. Her once bustling room was filled with no one, the kids were off to visit their paternal grandfather, the sight was not that good to watch. It reminded her of her early days when she joined the industry. So lonely. She sighed, she had her schedule ready, but suddenly, she didn't feel like going anywhere, she just wanted to stay home, cry in her pillow and finalize the divorce preparations. Her Asher. They were going to split, the back of her neck hurt so much, the man she loved was going to divorce him without blinking her eye lids. Footsteps growled from the
Zoey jabbed her fingers nervously, her heart beat intensifying everytime the bell of the coffee shop dinged open, hoping it was him, but when she saw the person that walked in, disappoinment couldn't help but rack her chest.Quite hard.She sighed, slumping back on the chair. This was not going well.What if he didn't come? What if he hates her and would never even talk to her? Her heartbeat fastened. God, please, just one last time. She kept her hopes high for the last time.If he wasn't going to come, then she would just leave with the message that Dexter officially hates her.When the doorbell chimed. She glanced up immediately. Her heart was missing a beat.Please. Let. It. Be. Him.The middle aged woman flooded into the room, with her bag etching around her shoulder. Her lips are plump.Once again, her heart fell into disappointment, but there he was, right behind the middle aged woman wearing his morning bored expression.Yes. He finally came."Dexter!" She happily said, silentl
"You look like shit."Shit was an understatement for how he was feeling right now, just a day later. He found himself on the road with Sky, his heart was pummeled right into a deep wound.He could never get out of this, and then his dumb of a friend had suggested that getting out of a heartburn was by driving it out. No, he didn't do the driving, Sky did.He sighed against the backseat, "Sky, I don't think this is a good idea."His friend gazed at him from the rearview mirror, before raising his lips, that ever so gracious smile filling his lips, "Why not? What did she do to you anyways?""Sky." He growled hurtfully. He couldn't bring himself to say the truth, that Zoey Hart said they weren't in the right world hurt even more.He was different, he didn't reek of money, so yeah, she just couldn't be with him, and that word fucking hurts."It's enough, I don't want to talk about it." His lips quizzed up, before he stared out of the window, looking at the way passers-by flooded the stree
Dexter wanted to rip his friend's heart apart, that rascal had literally kept that lie for as long as they were friends, their sisters were close, their parents were close. They were fucking close, yet he kept such a huge secret from him.He jammed his fingers together, damn he was really controlling himself from swinging those magnificent fists into someone's face.No car. No fucking friend to explain how the hell he was dating Stella McCartney. No Zoey, the last part burned more badly.His phone chimed loudly from his pockets, 'Nova' filling the screen, he could just ignore it, call her back when he was in a good mood.He walked forward, he could see a nearby park and a good bench, he walked past some people distributing flyers for a ceremony. Even when he couldn't bring himself to collect one.He walked into a coffee shop, got himself a perfectly brewed latte, and boom. He was in the park, seated comfortably on the bench, sipping the liquid, while taking a bite out of the donut.It
Whip. Watch. Sip. Definitely, those words did not go well.Miranda felt her gaze scorching as she stared at the dancers in front of her while sipping a glass of whiskey, or wait, was it bourbon? Who cares.Apparently, her mother had asked her to interview this dancers for their company show on Thursday. Miranda didn't have time for this, but for the purpose of self-humanity, she was trapped in her basement, watching the dancers twist their bodies like fish while sipping a cup of cold freaking-Her assistant nudged her elbow, something she considered annoying."What?" Her face was breathless of anger, watching men and woman in their thirties shake their bodies like amoeba was even more worse."Do you like that dancer waistline?" Of course, her assistant thought things with another mind, dirty mind. "You look like you could get laid."Damn. She wanted to get laid, but not someone like him, and their mind wandered off to Rafael, his strong body guiding hers. Those muscles, strong and ton
Stella woke up with an arm draped over her chest, she felt that bubbly feeling from years ago when Sky told her he loved her.She had skipped in excitement, cried over ice-cream, and even kissed him, but now, seeing him like this at the other end of the bed felt so real.Like magic. Real magic, that she wants to live in forever, he was her forever."Are you awake?" Sky's sleepy voice drooled into her brain, foggy and perfect.She yawned, pulling the blankets over her body, "Yeah." She faced the ceiling, wondering how much her life just changed in just twenty-four hours.From being the goody-two shoes daughter, then being someone who broke the rules, she was sure she would have received tons of messages from her parents, but for once she didn't want to think about any of it.She wants to be free.She wants this. Everything about this.To be real."Stella." His voice grazes over her heart, tingling it, making it real, "I want you."Her heart skipped."All of you." He said, his firm hand
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