You’re too kind, mother. You let them trample on you all the fucking time ~ Caspian Riordan!“20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26,” Anna groaned as she changed from the triangle yoga pose to the tree pose, her breath rough and fast. Guided by the voice of the yoga instructor emanating from her phone, she carefully extended one leg to the side and lifted her hand above her head, trying to find her balance. It was early in the morning a day after the party, a decent time for exercise and she’d decided to start a new morning routine. It was all Caspian’s fault for introducing her to all types of dishes and making her a glutton. She’d been bloated for a while and Dali had advised her to make time for yoga in the mornings. That way, she could keep a good waistline while eating whatever she wanted. She won’t get bloated or belly fat. Sounds good. Stretching for a while, she resumed the position, breathing heavily, tired but too determined to give up. She’d have to continue at all costs for a healt
Once their meal got to them, they wasted no time and started eating, nodding at the delicious tastes that washed over their mouths. The restaurant lived up to their name in their eyes. “Your father is planning to get Ethan married.” Caspian almost spat his drink as he heard the words from his mother. His gaze fell on her, wondering if she meant what she said. “What?”“He’s trying to force him into marriage. Perhaps he’s fed up with his behavior and presence in the house?”“And what is Ethan saying about this?”“He’s not planning to do as your father says. Besides, not many women would agree to get married to a disabled man.”Caspian suddenly felt his appetite flying out of the window, his expression soon turning sour. The mention of his brothers and father always had such an impact on him. “Father won’t let it slide, he’s going to press further.”“That is it. He’s so overbearing. Ethan isn’t that old, he can choose a woman himself.”He sighed. “So you’re uncomfortable at home, Mo
I, Anna Cooper, thereby take Caspian Riordan as my husband~ Anna Riordan“Omg,” Anna exclaimed as Caspian carried her out of the restaurant to his car. Placing her on the front passenger seat, he strapped the seatbelt on her before turning around to get into the driver’s side.Passing her a glare, he started the car. “I wasn’t done telling you the story.” With her face to the window and her hair covering every part of her head, she spoke. “You can continue now.”“Elle, she’s getting on my nerves.”“And I asked if I could get rid of her.” His focus was on the woman seated beside him even though his eyes were on the road. “I want to make her suffer first. I want her to suffer everything that I suffered. She’ll steal my fate.”“Understandable.”“That day, at the baking party,” Anna continued but as if reminiscing everything that happened that day, she burst into laughter. “She fucking fell into the bowl of flour.” Her laughter continued, picturing Elle’s scary, stained face when she r
Caspian paused and let her walk first, following behind her afterward. “Good morning, Mariam,” Anna greeted as they walked into the dining, taking their places on the chairs. “Good morning, Mrs. Riordan, Mr. Riordan.”She proceeded to serve breakfast. Anna moaned in satisfaction as she took a bite of the sandwich, her head bobbing up and down in satisfaction. Once she took a taste from the mug of tea, her eyes grew wide. “OhmiGod, Mariam, where is this tea from?”Mariam lowered her head. “It’s from India. Older Mrs. Riordan sent it.”“That is great, I see.”Soon Mariam walked out of the dining room, leaving the both of them alone. Anna continued eating her sandwiches in silence, occasionally passing glances to the man who sat astride her in his usual work clothes. Halfway to the meal, she abruptly dropped her fork, her gaze on him. “A…about yesterday.”He raised a brow. “What about it?”As he raised his gaze from his food to stare at her, she found herself looking away from him.
“Happy birthday to you.” Elle blew the candles of her birthday cake after the last line of the birthday song. Clapping afterward, her eyes scanned the crowd of people in the room with her. Her friends and a few of her high schoolmates were all present, clapping at the cut of her cake. Like always, she stole the show in the hall, her dress futiling everyone’s effort to steal the show. She wore a perfect purple Disney gown that stopped right before her knees, the diamonds embroidered in it sparkled at each step she took. Her gold jewelries were as expensive as the white heels that she wore. She looked like the princess she believed herself to be.“Happy birthday, Elle,” her friends beamed, circling their seats to come hug her. “Thank you all for coming. Please sit down and enjoy the food and drinks.”“Are you going to have an after-birthday party this year?” A friend whispered into her ear.“Of course, Gina. It won’t hurt singing a happy birthday song for me the whole week right?”The
~Flashback (8 hours ago)~ Anna’s gaze fixated on the white heels before her, her eyes scanning it properly in the exact form it was brought. She placed it on her bed and looked at it from all angles. Why hadn’t she noticed the details of her past life? The heels screamed fake right at first glance. Perhaps she was too blinded by her love for Elle to notice the little detail. She didn’t know what to do with the shoes or how to change the situations surrounding it. If at all, she needed to get the letter version of the shoes to wear to Elle’s birthday eve. But she knew nothing about heels, the fake, the real, or the second grade. She needed someone who would guide her. Grabbing her phone, she decided to give her go-to person a call. Who else, if not Dali? Dali always has a solution to everything. *****An hour later, she sat astride Dali in a cafe. “I want you to help me look at these heels,” she told Dali, opening the box for Dali to see for herself.Dali held the pair in her hand
As Anna strode out the hall, she let out a sigh of relief, her hands fanning her face. She let the cool night breeze caress her face and hair as she let out the groan she’d been holding ever since she walked into Elle’s birthday party. “Goodness, I was suffocated,” she grunted. Finally, she had a breath of fresh air again. With the amount of perfume smell back in the hall, she’d been bound to get suffocated. Thinking about the event and how she ended up changing the situation, she smiled. It was a huge achievement on her part, getting to change an event that happened in her past life. She not only got to change the event, she humiliated Elle in front of her friends. Someone, tell me what bigger joy can anyone get except from seeing their enemies pained and humiliated. She’d fed on the looks on Elle’s face while acting, the facial expressions that she couldn’t hide. She saw them all, the frustration, the hatred, the pain, and the anger, she saw them all and fed in them. For goodness
Caspain raised a brow, his smile wide at her acting. Anna threw her head back and burst into laughter and as always, her laughter was contagious. Before he knew it, he was laughing with her, his eyes never leaving hers. And no, he wasn’t laughing because of her story, he was laughing because she laughed, her contagious laughter causing him to find the story funny. The way he laughed, he never laughed so hard for a long time. When had it been since he last threw his head back and laughed, worse in public where eyes were on them? But when with her, everything seemed to pale in comparison. He couldn’t care less about the eyes watching them and perhaps judging them for their loudness. All he saw was his wife, genuinely happy. He wanted the smile on her lips to last forever and as he would have it, he would make sure that her laughter never ceases. Those beautiful smiles and eyes, he would maintain them even if it cost him everything. She looked more beautiful with her head thrown back