“Marry me, Vivian,” Ranya blurted, his voice trembling as he knelt on the ground, holding the ring he had bought four years ago. The words felt wrong, and for reasons he couldn’t comprehend, he wished she would say no.Vivian’s eyes widened, her hand slipping away from the door handle. “Ranya?” she whispered, shock evident on her face.What was he doing? He should be happy, but instead, he felt a hollow ache in his chest. Why did this feel so wrong?“Let’s get married, Vivian,” he repeated, barely above a whisper, as if testing his own resolve.“I don’t understand this sudden... Are you under any pressure?” she asked, taking tentative steps towards him. Her voice wavered, and her eyes searched his face for answers.Maybe Signoral finally made an audible move since she has been acting in the shadows. Perhaps her grandfather finally made a move because she remembered how he left home this morning. Ranya is clearly acting on instinct.Ranya met her gaze, his eyes betraying the turmoil wi
"A freaking coffee shop?" Emily screeched over the call. "You've got to be kidding me.""No, Em, I consider it worthy. You would have loved it if you were here. It's still growing, but I'm so proud," Calista replied, holding her phone firmly while walking out of her portable office in the coffee shop.The coffee shop, named "Cal's Brew," was a cozy and inviting space with warm wooden floors and large windows that let in plenty of natural light. The walls were adorned with local artwork and shelves filled with books and plants. Soft ambient music played in the background, creating a relaxed atmosphere. Comfortable seating arrangements, including plush armchairs and wooden tables, provided a perfect spot for customers to unwind or catch up on work. All this was put in place by Anthony. A sly smile cut across her face; owning something felt right."I can see you did a good job with the interiors. Los Angeles must have good interior decorators," Emily confessed as her friend showed her th
A not-so-quiet whimper from a woman woke him up from sleep. He stood up and walked quickly toward the slightly parted door of his room. He stared at the open door in shock; he was very sure he had closed it before going to bed. He turned, his eyes fixated on the bed where he believed Vivian would be, but she wasn’t there. The bed was empty.The whimper returned, a little louder than when he had been on the bed. His face furrowed, wondering if Vivian was the one crying in the dark. Ranya carried his steps out of the room, slightly closing the door behind him.He walked down the stairs; a dim light shone on the back of a woman kneeling on the floor, her hands covering her face. Her body shook vigorously as she cried, clenching her chest with her other free hand.Ranya hastened his steps, wondering what could be wrong with Vivian and why the living room was suddenly empty and void of furniture. The woman alone seemed to fill the room as her whimper echoed around the house.He approached
Despite his calm demeanor and the message on the phone, it was clear that he was confused and shocked. Vivian looked at him, feeling her heart race in her chest. She knew she was taking a risk, but she had already formulated her plans and now had the courage to voice them.“What were you saying, Vivian?” he asked, sounding slightly disappointed.She couldn’t despair, but she was sure a hint of disappointment was hidden in that thick voice of his. She closed her eyes briefly, opening them with a more determined look.“That’s the test confirmation from a month and a few weeks ago. I bet our first and only night together since I returned wasn’t actually as bad as we thought.”“Vivian!” he roared, causing her to flinch backward, her eyes flickering as she watched his jaw clench and unclench rhythmically. “That’s not what I was asking, and you knew it.”“Ranya, I knew I lied,” she breathed, taking the phone away from him. “I shouldn’t have, but I was scared to tell you. I just had to say s
“Hello, neighbor!” Anthony called out from across the window, waving his hands enthusiastically at the brown-haired girl standing elegantly, her lips forming a perfect smile wide enough to brighten the day.Anthony felt his heart beat steadily as he watched her wave back, her hair brushing across her pretty face. “When did you return?” she asked, raising her window so he could hear her. “You were supposed to return in the evening, right?”“Last night,” he replied. “How about I come over for breakfast, and then we can do what I promised a few days ago?”“Sounds perfect,” Calista replied, her index finger tapping the window frame. “Mom said the house had been extremely quiet since Willie returned to Yale. I bet she would be glad to have an extra mouth to feed.”“Sure!” he beamed. “I’ll be down in a minute.”She nodded and moved away, her smiley face accompanying her.Anthony reluctantly pulled himself away from the window, hoping Heaven would help him keep his hands away from his pants.
A few months later.“Signoral?”The husky voice of the elderly man in his late sixties called out as she walked into the elaborate office belonging to Chairman Hamilton, one of the richest men in Texas. The office, with its dark mahogany furniture and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, exuded power and wealth.“Grandfather…” she replied, smiling broadly, her heels making a resounding sound on the polished marble floor as she approached him. “You always seem to know it’s me whenever I’m around. I’m really curious to know how you do that.”His throaty laugh filled the room, causing her smile to broaden with each step she took towards him. “You have forgotten that I’m your grandfather, your only family.”“I know… How have you been doing?” she asked, removing her sunglasses as she seated herself in one of the plush leather chairs. “It’s been almost a year since we had a proper family get-together.”The elderly man sneered, picking up his stick as he walked back to his chair. “
“Ranya...” Vivian’s voice was weak yet filled with happiness as he walked into the ward. His eyes bore into her, hiding contempt beneath their calm exterior. She pointed towards the crib beside her bed, where the baby lay. “Isn’t she beautiful?”“Congratulations, Vivian,” Damian greeted, stepping towards the crib and watching the baby. She was beautiful, resembling Vivian a lot.“How are you, Vivian?” Ranya’s calm voice echoed around the room. Her smile broadened at his demeanor. Before her water broke, she had been constantly nudging Ranya to marry her. Now, she believed he would do the needful as soon as she recovered.The past few months of being pregnant had been perfect with him. He made her feel loved and cared for, but he had never touched her.“The baby is lovely,” Damian said, gesturing for Ranya to come see his daughter. He nodded and walked towards the crib, taking in the sight of the baby. Ranya knew he would have been elated if the child were his. He had suspected the pre
The message he had received a while ago wasn’t enough to pull him out of his office. He wasn’t yielding to yet another pest that wasn’t Calista. His father’s message for an impromptu meeting with his acclaimed betrothed came out of the blue. Mr. Lewiston still didn’t get it, did he?He never wanted to be near Signoral, or whatever she called herself. He was adamant about not marrying anyone, as he had told his father.Damian had not stopped nagging about the event that had unfolded at the hospital. Vivian had surprised him, and if there was anything he was grateful for, it was the fact that he didn’t eventually marry her. For months, he had been searching for Calista. He had tried social media and everything else that might connect him to her whereabouts.But nothing. Her social media accounts had been disabled, and nothing, not even her picture, was left. She was really trying to erase herself, and she did it.“Mr. Windsor,” Valerie greeted, standing up, a pang of worry on her face.