LEILA MILLER.The walk back to the pack house where my family resides feels so utterly nostalgic, because as Dylan and I strolled there, I could not help but take in how much my pack has changed in the past two years. Considering it was night time, most of the people had retired back to their various homes, but there were still some left littering around, still keeping the place very much lively. Dylan and I took the path where we did not ahve to run into any one, or have any one see us, and I was grateful for that because I am not quite ready to see or speak to any one yet, at least not without seeing my parents and reuniting with them. "So much has changed," I found myself whispering, as I took in the buildings and every thing else--there is still some familiarities from how it was back then, but the changes were evident as well.To think this is the place I grew up and spent the past eighteen years of my life, and now back as a twenty year old, it felt too different, like a place
LEILA MILLER. Dylan stepped in first, and I remained behind him, following closely in soft foot steps that still somehow echoed the hallways. Passing by the corridor that leads further into the pack house mansion, we heard soft voices that became clearer, and more prominent the closer we get, the familiar voices making my heart squeeze. Upon reaching the living room where the voices were most prominent, Dylan stepped in first, his voice following as he then called out. "Ma, Papa..." He started, gaining thier attention. I could not see them, as i was hiding behind him, but i was aware when the soft conversations came to a halt, and I could swear my heart ceased to beat, figurately though else i would be dead, obviously. Papa's voice came first, the same gruff yet soft voice i knew right from birth. "Dylan," He acknowledged, "Who..." He trailed off, and i knew he was talking about me since i was standing behind Dylan. They could not see my face, but they knew someone is standing b
LEILA MILLER.A soft groan escaped my lips as i stirred awake, slowly becoming awar eof my surroundings. My eyes fluttered open slowly, welcomed by the stream of light filtering in trhough the slightly parted windows. A sigh of relief escaped my lips as i flicked my eyes close again, relishing the moment of waking up in the comfort of my bed, after what felt like the best sleeps i have had in a long time.A short while later, i decided to wake up as sleep had completely evaded me, after sleeping for too long i am sure. So, i pulled myself up to a sitting position, stretching my arms over my head to get rid of the sore muscles. And then i settled my gaze straight ahead, an instant gasp escaping my lips as i jumped slightly back in surprise, upon seeing the line of maids standing in front of my bed, as if waiting for me to wake up."Good morning, Miss Leila." They all bowed down together as the same time in respect, before straightening their spines. Their words came out collectively, a
LEILA MILLER.After a moment of letting it all dawn on me that i have truly returned home, i decided to leave the bed at long last and go about my day starting off with a much needed shower. I have no idea how long i spent in there, but i felt as though i needed a moment to scrub off all the dirt i had accumulated from travelling at such a distance, and as if to wash away any remnants and bad blood that lingered on me from the past.I was washing away every thing, and leaving it all in the past where it belongs. I was letting go and leaving it behind.After the shower that lasted for what felt like hours, i stepped out feeling refreshed as ever and light for the longest time. Vanessa was waiting for me outside where I had left her, and she helped me in picking out the outfit for the day, She rummaged through the racks of clothing, bringing out the pieces i had liked until i finally decided on what to wear. A simple sunflower maxi dress that brightened my mood simply by looking at it.
LEILA MILLER.He chuckled, "Good morning to you too, sunshine." When i flashed him a smile in return, he then said, elaborating on the existing protocol. "Now that are here, Ma and Pa have a few questions for you." He said, directing his gaze towards the two that stood there like deer caught in head lights."Questions for me?" I settled my gaze on them, my lips curled into a slight frown. "What is wrong?"Ma released a nervous chuckle. "Nothing, honey. We were just wondering whether you did not like the maids and stylists we sent to you earlier, seeing as you have dismissed them all."Pa took it from where she stopped. "If they are not to your liking, just let us know and we would get some much better for you."Dylan hummed, then said in a light, and accusing tone. "In simple words, they are afraid of upsetting their little Princess," He then slanted his gaze in my direction, his smile teasing. "Every one knows what happens when little Leila does not get things done her way." There wa
LEILA MILLER.I stayed at home and bonded with my parents and brother for a short while, simply getting used to the feeling of being at home, and being loved by my family once again. But after a short while, I deemed it the right tine to start working, and begin chasing the new life I wanted for myself. So, i brought up the work issue again, and Dylan and I came to an agreement that I would be announced as a new employee in the business department the next day--since it is what I majored in before in college.The very next day, early Monday morning I got up and got ready for work--quickly having the breakfast I had Vanessa make for me, before rushing out the house before either my parents nor Dylan could wake up and see me, lest they go all out and overboard because I know they would. Dylan did say we would go to work together, and Pa offered to have the drivers and some guards to accompany me but what is the point of trying to stay out of the radar if i go like that?So, I decided to
LEILA MILLER.I did not want Dylan to see me. No, I could not let him see me, not in this state, and not after how hard I tried and fought to get him to keep my identity a secret--there is no way in hell should I let him see me like this. It is a no go area.Thankfully, the rude lady was quick to get on her feet upon spotting him, in the process shielding me from him. So, I took that as my chance to slowly get up, and attempt to run away from the place without getting spotted by him. It seemed doable. All I have to do is hope she keep him entertained with whatever nonsense she wanted to spew, just long enough for me to get the hell out of here."Dylan," She called out, her voice an pitch higher, and I had to stop and stare at her back in disbelief. With how fast she changed tones and was sounding, I would have wondered if she is the same person that bullied me if I was not the one on the recieving end.I shuddered at how fake her voice sounded, but ignored it and turned around, taking
LEILA MILLER.Dylan's assistant got me a change of outfit, and then escorted me to the changing room where I would change. As I got inside one of the stalls and got out of the dirtied outfit, I wiped my body off all the leftover stains caused by the coffee, my lips tugged down into a deep frown as I wondered just what type of employees are here in this company for every one to be acting like this.I did not let my annoyance get the best of me though as I focused on just getting my current task done so I could go about my work. And just as I was putting on the change of outfit, I heard the changing room door suddenly being pushed open, followed by hurried steps before the door was closed again. I ignored it, focusing on changing my outfit, not giving much thought to it. At least, until the voices belonging to those that came in reached my ears. "Why are you in a rush like this, even bringing me here like this?" One of them asked, though I could not tell exactly how many are there, bu
LEILA MILLER."What the hell do you think you are doing?" I hissed as Matt closed the door behind us, before pushing me into the nearest wall. I snatched my hand from his hold, or at least attempted to do so but his grip was firm, refusing to let go.He held my gaze, his eyes flaring with anger as he stepped closer to me so he was crowding my inner space, his jaw clenched. "The hell, Leila?" He gritted back, his voice octaves lower, the anger in it evident. There was this sadistic, almost possesive but beyond look in his eyes, almost like an obsession. His gaze dropped as he gave me a onceover, and i have never felt as disgusted by his look as i did in that moment. His eyes found mine again, and then he said, "So this was your plan all along huh?"My eyes narrowed, my hands clenched into a fist despite being in his tight grip. "What plan?""Do not make a fool of me, Leila," He chuckled, though there was nothing amusing about it. The chuckle died as soon as it came, and the same crazed
LEILA MILLER.Sebastian held my gaze for a second longer, a whirlwind of emotions i could not quite point a finger at swirling in his orbs as he stared at me. Then, his hand reached out to take mine, his large hand taking a hold of mine and warmth instantly seeped in as our skin touch, and my heart fluttered for a split second. Except, it was not because of affection or anything of that sort. No, rather, it was the kind that comes with remembering what i had to go through because of this man, and the emotions that comes with remembering it.His hand held mine firmly, and gave it a firm shake. "Miss Reed," He acknowledged, his deep voice a baritone that resonated within me.I swallowed down a lump, and pulled my hand away before it could linger. Subconsciously, I found myself moving closer to Dylan, an act that certainly did not go unseen by the Sebastian who is standing in front of us, and i did not miss the way his brows drew in, a dark look taking over his features as Dylan's hand m
LEILA MILLER. Saturday soon enough came, with the week passing by in the blink of an eye and before I know it, the limousine Dylan and I drove to the event pulled up by the red carpet. Dylan turned his head to look at me, before his voice came. “You ready?” He asked, his voice soft and calm. I shrugged, my lips tugged into a small smile. “Ready as I will ever be.” He smiled back, just in time the door by his side was pulled open for him. Dylan fixed his suit jacket, and then he stepped out first before turning around, and extending his hand out for me. Smiling, I took his hand and allowed him to guide me out of the car, the insistent camera flashes threatening to blind me. It came from all angles, the paparazzi going about it like their life depended on it. To us, this is the Alpha Summit, a very important meeting of only those with high positions in our Kingdom while to them, it is just another event if influential billionaires from which they cannot wait to get a whiff of drama
LEILA MILLER."Good morning, Miss Reed.""Morning, Miss Red.""How is your morning going, Miss Reed?"My lips curled into a small smile directed towards those that offered their greetings, "Good Morning," i said, as I walked past them, my head held up as I made my way towards the CEO's office, There were others whose greeting came as I walked past them, and I offered them all nods in return accompanied with a small smile.Upon reaching the CEO's office, i pushed it open with one hand that held a folder, the other occupied by a coffee cup tray. Once in the confines of the office, I made my way further in as the doors closed behind automatically, and my eyes fell on the man seated behind the huge mahogany desk, with numerous files scattered in front of him, and a pen in his hand as he signed away on them. "Good morning Mr. Miller," I greeted in a song like tone as I made my way towards him.Dylan looked up, and the moment his gaze fell on me, he offered me a small smile. "The infamous
MATT WILDE.My fist hammered into the punching bag in my hold, repeatedly so, unrelentingly, and without any halt. My eyes were red and blinded by anger, fury even--the kind that cannot be tamed by anything in the slightest. My mind was a mess in that it was barely on the punching bag, but rather had drifted off to a place where I do not want it to but could not help thinking about."...Beta Matt... Beta Matt...Beta Matt!" The feel of numerous hands on my shoulders pulling me backwards with a force that threw me back snapped me back to reality, and only then did the fog clouding my thoughts cleared, and I found myself aware of my surroundings again.The voices in the background became clear, and the blurriness that covered my sight disappeared, and I watched as the new recruits all rushed towards my punching bag, which turns out to not be a punching ag but one of the new recuits I had spar with me for training. As I stare at his limp body on the floor as the others tried to tap him aw
LEILA MILLER.Dylan's assistant got me a change of outfit, and then escorted me to the changing room where I would change. As I got inside one of the stalls and got out of the dirtied outfit, I wiped my body off all the leftover stains caused by the coffee, my lips tugged down into a deep frown as I wondered just what type of employees are here in this company for every one to be acting like this.I did not let my annoyance get the best of me though as I focused on just getting my current task done so I could go about my work. And just as I was putting on the change of outfit, I heard the changing room door suddenly being pushed open, followed by hurried steps before the door was closed again. I ignored it, focusing on changing my outfit, not giving much thought to it. At least, until the voices belonging to those that came in reached my ears. "Why are you in a rush like this, even bringing me here like this?" One of them asked, though I could not tell exactly how many are there, bu
LEILA MILLER.I did not want Dylan to see me. No, I could not let him see me, not in this state, and not after how hard I tried and fought to get him to keep my identity a secret--there is no way in hell should I let him see me like this. It is a no go area.Thankfully, the rude lady was quick to get on her feet upon spotting him, in the process shielding me from him. So, I took that as my chance to slowly get up, and attempt to run away from the place without getting spotted by him. It seemed doable. All I have to do is hope she keep him entertained with whatever nonsense she wanted to spew, just long enough for me to get the hell out of here."Dylan," She called out, her voice an pitch higher, and I had to stop and stare at her back in disbelief. With how fast she changed tones and was sounding, I would have wondered if she is the same person that bullied me if I was not the one on the recieving end.I shuddered at how fake her voice sounded, but ignored it and turned around, taking
LEILA MILLER.I stayed at home and bonded with my parents and brother for a short while, simply getting used to the feeling of being at home, and being loved by my family once again. But after a short while, I deemed it the right tine to start working, and begin chasing the new life I wanted for myself. So, i brought up the work issue again, and Dylan and I came to an agreement that I would be announced as a new employee in the business department the next day--since it is what I majored in before in college.The very next day, early Monday morning I got up and got ready for work--quickly having the breakfast I had Vanessa make for me, before rushing out the house before either my parents nor Dylan could wake up and see me, lest they go all out and overboard because I know they would. Dylan did say we would go to work together, and Pa offered to have the drivers and some guards to accompany me but what is the point of trying to stay out of the radar if i go like that?So, I decided to
LEILA MILLER.He chuckled, "Good morning to you too, sunshine." When i flashed him a smile in return, he then said, elaborating on the existing protocol. "Now that are here, Ma and Pa have a few questions for you." He said, directing his gaze towards the two that stood there like deer caught in head lights."Questions for me?" I settled my gaze on them, my lips curled into a slight frown. "What is wrong?"Ma released a nervous chuckle. "Nothing, honey. We were just wondering whether you did not like the maids and stylists we sent to you earlier, seeing as you have dismissed them all."Pa took it from where she stopped. "If they are not to your liking, just let us know and we would get some much better for you."Dylan hummed, then said in a light, and accusing tone. "In simple words, they are afraid of upsetting their little Princess," He then slanted his gaze in my direction, his smile teasing. "Every one knows what happens when little Leila does not get things done her way." There wa