"Sir, your 3 o'clock is ready for you," Rominic looked up from the sheet he was scribbling on and stared dully at his secretary. As if feeling his gaze, she looked up from her notepad and stared at him in the eyes for a few seconds before she quickly averted her eyes back to the notepad. The first thing she thought was that she was right to check up on him. She was personally assigned to him by his mother, particularly tasked with keeping an eye on him and making sure he didn't overwork himself.
She mentally rolled her eyes, that was the hardest part of her job. Everything else was easy but when it came to keeping him at full health, she wished she could quit. He was a stubborn and reckless man. He would unnecessarily work overtime and barely ate, and thanks to his insomnia, he was always having a headache or nosebleed. The man was stubborn enough to reject his medication, just so he could intentionally punish himself.
She rolled her eyes again and scoffed. ‘If he was going to act like this, he should never have betrayed her,’ she thought. She didn't know the full details but she knew that her boss once had a fianceé but was cheating on her with another woman. He was also responsible for ruining his fianceé family and the lady committed suicide. After the death of the lady, he realized his mistake and knew he was madly in love with her. He'd been through a lot of mental illnesses and his family were constantly worried about him. It was serious to the point that he was not allowed to hold any sharp object for fear of the unknown.
If it was another woman, she would have felt pity for him, especially as she witnessed some of his mental breakdowns firsthand, but since it was her, she only scoffed at it. As someone who'd gone through something similar with her parents, she felt no pity for him. Seeing him reminded her of the times her mother suffered emotionally and mentally because of her father's betrayal. Even though he later realized his mistake, it didn't change the fact that her mother almost died because of his mistake. Seeing men like her boss irritated her but she couldn't deny the fact that he was a capable and kind man, despite his faults, and the pay was good.
"Sir, you still haven't touched your food,"
Rominic returned his eyes to the sheets. He was well aware that his secretary didn't like him and knew the reason, but he didn't mind. He appreciated being hated because he believed he deserved every bad thing for his past mistakes. Good things didn't need to come his way. Love and care shouldn't be for someone like him. He'd lived the last years hanging on the thread of life he was being forced to hang on to. The simplest things like hatred or scorn were two of the reasons he was hanging on.
"I'm not hungry,"
"Sir, might I remind you that the last time you didn't eat, which was yesterday, you collapsed in the jet?"
"I'm fine,"
She adjusted her glasses with annoyance and breathed in from her mouth. "I'll get you something else to eat if you don't like that one,"
"I said I'm not hungry,"
"Sir, please, eat something and fix your hair, you look like someone who hasn't slept a wink for weeks,"
"That's not far from the truth," he pointed out with his brisk tone.
She clicked her tongue and her dark brown eyes thinned out for a second. She gave him a dirty look and tapped her fingernails on the notepad. "Sir, it might not be far from the truth but they don't need to know that. If your enemies find out you're breaking down again, the company will be attacked and the lives of people will be at risk, including mine. I might hate my job but I love my monthly paycheck, so please, eat something and take your medicine. Mind I repeat the words Young Miss said? You're not allowed to die yet until you pay for your crimes," she felt bitterness on her tongue. She hated talking to him like that because she didn't deem it professional, but it was the best way to get him to behave. She got permission to use that card whenever he was reaching his limit.
Rominic hummed thoughtfully. "Yes, I have to be alive to face my punishment, but I'm really not hungry, Chelsea,"
"Stacy, my name is Stacy," she grumbled. He nodded, still scribbling on the sheet. "Sir, what would you like to eat?" She tried again.
He sighed and dropped the pen. "Didn't you say my 3 o'clock was waiting for me? Isn't it rude to keep them waiting?"
"They are mere representatives, I believe they can wait a minute or two, or you can eat while discussing with them,"
"I'll eat when I meet up with the other directors for the little welcome dinner, and don't look down on the representative, they might have a good offer for me,"
"Until then, eat," she insisted. Rominic groaned and dropped his face in his palms. Stacy smiled victoriously and adjusted her glasses again, out of habit. "Do you want something with fish or meat?" Rominic ignored her. "Meat it is. Now please arrange your appearance, sir. You wouldn't want to make a bad first impression on the representative that might have a good offer," he snorted at her indirect jest but didn't say anything. He hated to admit it but she was good at what she did, so good she wouldn't give him a break to wallow.
Stacy left the home office and Rominic sighed, deciding to listen to her. He had just finished fixing his appearance when the two representatives walked in, two women. His already scowling face twisted. He thought he made sure to tell them not to send female representatives. "Good afternoon, sir," and what are they wearing? Rominic slapped his forehead, already guessing what they were after. What he couldn't be sure of was if it was their company that was behind it or themselves.
"Sir, are you alright?" One of them asked, offering him a light seductive smile.
"Why are you dressed this way?" He asked blatantly. "You're here for a meeting, not a disco,"
The first woman's heart skipped while the other cleared her throat. She was dressed more closely to an office worker so she didn't see anything wrong with her appearance. "Since the meeting was scheduled to happen in your villa, the director thought it would be better to dress comfortably,"
Rominic clasped his fingers and dropped his chin on the back of his palm. "So is this your version of comfortable?" They stared at him dumbfounded and then looked between themselves. "That's the door, use it,"
"But sir—"
"Tell your boss—that's if he's really the one who sent the two of you here dressed like that—that if I need a call girl, I know how to get one. I don't need his help. Get lost, now." The ladies exchanged panicked looks and turned back to face him, but his cold and menacing gaze made them bite their bottom lip and excuse themselves quickly. Rominic sighed loudly and ran his fingers through his hair. He understood now why Stacy acted that way.
Stacy walked in carrying a tray of iced milk tea and two plates with different food. Rominic groaned. "Are you a witch, how did you get that ready just now?" Stacy smiled and dropped the tray in front of him.
"That's instant pot meatloaf with mashed potatoes and the other one is sheet pan nachos, eat both or one,"
"Or none," he grumbled under his breath.
"Both or one," she repeated sternly. Rominic scoffed. "You sent your honorable representatives away, I see,"
"Leave."
"Very well, sir. I shall do as you say and file a sexual harassment complaint. That'll make my day," Stacy smiled and left, already writing the complaint in her head. Rominic dropped his face in his palms as soon as she left. His mind instantly went back to his love. She was the most decent girl he'd come across, especially for someone from a well-to-do home. Lavender would never try to seduce a man. This thought filled him with regrets again.
Living with regrets is the worst way to live. It is a torment to the spirit and torture to the soul. A flash of what he'd been through the past years skimmed through his mind. Every day was a new discovery of emptiness, loneliness, regret, sadness, and depression. When he thought he couldn't get any more emptier, frustrated, and depressed, life always gave him a good hit.
He took it as his karma for the sins he committed on an innocent soul. He was given a chance to feel true love, someone who truly loved him and not his money or status, but he was blinded by anger and infatuation with the woman he thought he loved. He was just a fool who didn't gain his senses until it was too late. There were quite a lot of things he didn't want to think about, so many he wished to never remember, so many of his mother's warnings that haunted me. She warned him, almost everyone did, but he didn't listen and now, he was facing the repercussions.
It'd have been easier to forget about her and move on, but he couldn't bring himself to. The very thought of forgetting about her made his head hurt. He could never get her memories out of his head and the pain that came with the memories fueled his depression. Her smile, her eyes, her face, her horrible laugh, her voice, the way she talked, and the advice she gave him. She was money-cautious, responsible, everything a good woman should be. She didn't even realize her own worth and the fact that she was too good for him, and he tossed her away before he realized the priceless gem he had.
How could he forget her when he couldn't find someone like her?
His phone suddenly blared with an ear-shattering sound, making him jolt from his seat and his heart stop working for a moment. He pulled out the drawer of the desk and brought out the device he barely used. The message written on the screen confused him.
He returned to his seat and quickly grabbed his laptop sitting close to his computer and opened it. Someone logged into Lavender's safe online account, an account he was registered as next of kin. He never touched the money she saved up there and even added more over the years. He developed a psychological urge to add a certain amount to the account, fearing that Lavender would curse at him in her grave if he didn't do it. Just like how he tended to her garden obsessively.
The person used the passcode only known to him and Lavender. Lavender was never the type to store passcodes or passwords in books or devices. She used only four different types and they were all saved in her head. His head was his own flash drive so he didn't do that either and he never told anyone. Who then accessed the account? The person withdrew a large sum of money, almost everything Lavender originally saved.
Who dares steal from my wife?
The person was sloppy and didn't cover up his track. The money was withdrawn two times, a different amount. He tracked the first transaction and it showed that the money was sent to a hospital account in Las Vegas. The name of the hospital was familiar. It was the private hospital he recently collaborated with to develop new equipment. The hospital was part of the reason he was in the city. It was one of the best private hospitals around. He wanted to think the hospital stole from him but that didn't make any sense.
He scrolled down and when he saw the name of the withdrawer, his world stopped moving. He shook his head, denying the possibility. The person's name was Jamila Oslo. How could she have the same middle name and mother's maiden name as his wife? Did the thief create it to hide his true identity? The tracker proved that the device used to carry out the transaction was still in the hospital. He couldn't understand what was happening.
Stacy walked in again and saw that he barely touched his food and was looking disturbed. She approached him with genuine concern. "Sir? Are you alright?"
"Come over here for a second and read this, maybe I'm having another hallucination. I haven't taken my meds for weeks, I've been flushing it down the toilet," Stacy frowned immediately she heard that. Why was she concerned again? Annoyed, she stomped over to him and bent down to see what he was talking about. Rominic pointed at the name. "What do you see?"
"Jamila Oslo, why?" Rominic stood up abruptly, almost bashing his head on her face. She was quick to move away and glared at him. She watched him grab his laptop, phone, and car keys and hurried towards the door. "And where are you running to, sir?"
"Heritage Hospital, get the cars and the bodyguards ready, now."
Rominic refreshed the page over and over again, still not believing his eyes. He thought that seeing her name was the biggest confusion but while the cars drove to the hospital, he continued to investigate and he saw that the money was paid for the treatment of three children. What was getting him more confused was the names of the children. It couldn't be just a coincidence. It took his mind back to the conversation he had with Lavender on what he'd like to name his children.It was a Sunday night, he lay on his bed, one hand supporting the back of his head and the other placed over his forehead. He stared at the light, his mind calculating and trying to figure out what was stopping the new machine he was working on. He couldn't come up with anything, not even after two hours of just laying there and thinking."Are you still thinking?" Her voice broke through the silent room. He ignored her, which was followed by a laugh, her annoying but yet amusing laugh. She flung herse
‘Oh my fucking Lord!’ Lavender exclaimed in her head. He hadn't changed a bit. She could see that he was visibly thinner and with a couple of early gray strands to his beautiful creamy blonde hair, but his face remained the same. Lavender thought he was still handsome, still breathtakingly and abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous. She thought she was over it, but his handsome face always brought tears to her eyes and it did at that moment. To Lavender, he was just too beautiful and it pissed her off to know that his beauty still affected her.It was for a brief moment but when she locked gaze with his winter gray eyes, her heart skipped. She'd been staring at them through her children for years, but staring at the original made her feel different. She instantly tore her gaze away from his, but her eyes stubbornly shifted to his lips. They were slightly separated from surprise. She remembered that his lips were deep red. They were one of the favorite parts of his body she liked, so she always p
Rominic groaned and placed his hand on his throbbing forehead. He was having a nasty headache. Throughout the drive back to the villa, he couldn't stop thinking about how his life did a 360. He woke up after managing to get an hour of sleep, like every other morning. He started working without food and the day was going miserably just like other days, but he didn't expect something to change this much.He'd seen people react to their loved ones coming back from the dead, finding out their loved ones didn't die as they thought, and he thought it was ridiculous because he didn't believe it would ever happen to him. Sitting there in the back of his car, knuckles white from squeezing the door handle too hard and a nasty pain in his head, he realized that he was the ridiculous one.He wanted to feel elated that his love was back, but he couldn't. There were a lot of things he thought about. First, the whole situation was a big shock and he was finding it hard to adjust. Secondly, when he th
I stretched on my toes, my hands high above my head. I was exhausted. I looked at the comfortable faces of my children as they slept on the hospital bed. Zayne snuggled up against Serenity's unconscious body and Savvy slept next to Zyaire. Zach and I shared a bed. I couldn't believe we'd turned a private ward into our home. It wasn't just because the children were sick, but because we were practically homeless.It'd been three days since Zyaire's surgery. I received a call from the landlord that while he went there to kick me out, some agents from one of the companies I borrowed money from came, and as a 'good' citizen, he gave them all my properties to sell even if it wouldn't cover half of the money I owed them. On top of that, we weren't allowed in that building anymore.I wasn't the least worried about that. With the money I got from my private account, I could settle all the debts once Zyaire and Serenity are alright and there would still be enough money left to get a new apartmen
Dammit! I don't want to get married! Especially to him!There was a time I would have been glad to marry him, but now, that was a nightmare. I didn't want to spend a day looking at his face, let alone a long time. It didn't please me. Yet, I also thought about why he would want to marry me for a long time. If he only needed to legitimize the children, then we could get divorced shortly, right? But wouldn't that still mean I'd lose my children to him?I groaned, throwing my head back with frustration. I felt like slamming my head on something but that wouldn't have changed anything. Stacy followed closely behind me as if she was worried that I would do something stupid. What exactly she was expecting, I didn't know. I wasn't going to kill myself, never. As long as my children were alive, I was more than willing to live.‘Hmm, what if I ask for alimony? If I receive money from him, I could start a business, get enough money and maybe challenge… bullshit,’ I thought. Even if I worked my h
I bit into my nails as I walked back to the hospital ward Serenity was with Stacy. I felt like shit. I already knew this would be the outcome but I still couldn't get used to it. How was I going to deal with pretending to be a happy couple with him when I despised him? Pretending meant I'd have to share a bedroom with him too. That could be fixed, right? He wasn't giving me a chance to negotiate. I didn't have a choice but to follow his orders.I groaned and pushed the door open. This time, the children were complete. Zayne was crying as he hugged Serenity who was laughing and petting him on the head. Zyaire was seated by the window with Zach keeping a keen eye on him. Savia just sat quietly, watching everyone. She was the first to look at me.I sighed and walked into the room. "Zayne, stop crying, your sister isn't going to die,""He's crying because he knows that," they replied simultaneously. It gave me the creeps whenever they did that. It didn't happen often but whenever it did, I
Time went by quickly. I prayed and hoped time would stop. Every day I went to bed wishing that when I woke up, I'd go back in time to the previous day so a day wouldn't be added. Unfortunately, it didn't happen. He kept his promise and didn't show up in my face after our marriage was registered. A few times, his bodyguard, Cadmus, would come and take Zayne and Serenity to see him. Zyaire followed a few times and didn't ask why the arrangement was like that. Since he wasn't the type to care about anything, I wasn't a bit worried about him.The new apartment he got us was a small two-room apartment. I didn't like the place and I knew he intentionally did it to make me as uncomfortable as possible. He never said a word to me, not even a greeting during the months.I knew I was the one who asked him for that, but it sucked how easily he obeyed. It just reminded me more why he easily ruined my life in the first place. I wanted him to provoke me so I could have more reasons to pour out my an
The car drove into the house I once lived in. The architecture was the same but the color of the building had been repainted to beige. The house was one of the biggest I'd ever seen and even to date, it left me marveled. The driver came out and opened the door for us. The children came out first and just as they came out, someone ran out of the house shrieking.His mother.I hadn't seen her in years. She was the most beautiful woman to ever cross my path, even for an old one. She was the framework for Rominic's beauty. She was also very kind to me back then and the closest thing to what a true mother was, but I stubbornly kept my distance because I was seeking my stepmother's affection."Oh my, my baby girl! My brown biscuit!" Stupid name, but Kara had never been good with names. I made my way over to her, smiling and readying myself for her infamous bone-crushing hug. "My Papaya!" She shrieked when the hug came. I laughed in her arms, groaning silently from the pain of her stronghold