Two days later, Lisa was returning from work, looking worried. The doctor had called yesterday and told her that her mother might not hold on for two weeks. She became worried, unable to think of a solution.
Her friend Anna gave her fifty thousand dollars, and with the one she saved, it's only a little over a hundred thousand dollars; it still wasn't enough. Just as she was still thinking, she bumped into someone.
"Oh, sorry, please. I wasn't looking; it's not intentional," she quickly apologized.
"It's fine. You don't need to apologize. Actually, I was waiting for you."
She looked up surprisingly and saw that it was Williams.
"Williams, what a pleasant meeting. I thought you traveled," she joked.
"Nah, I'm still around." The two tactically did not talk about what happened between them last time.
"I heard about your mom," he said out of the blue. Lisa lowered her head slightly. "Here, take this. Go ahead and pay your mom's hospital bills; her life is too important," he said while handing something that looked like a check.
Lisa wanted to ask him what it was, but he didn't even give her a chance and left immediately. She looked at the check: one million dollars. Her lips twitched; this is not a joke. Why would he joke with something like this? Did he deliberately prank her?
"I told you that boy is up to no good the first time you told me about him. People like him don't deserve our pity because they will turn back to backstab us. You are so naive, baby girl," Anna admonished when Lisa told her about Williams' antics.
"And the check? Have you thrown it away?"
"Yes," Lisa lied. For some reason, she couldn't get herself to throw the check away and had kept it.
"It's good you are wise this time. Anyway, I want to apologize to Mr. Kendrick."
Lisa shook her head. "No need to apologize; it's not your fault."
"It is. It was me that called him hoping he will help you, maybe."
"You should have known there's no free food in the world," she admonished her.
Anna gave a wry smile. "Thanks to the good Samaritan, nothing happened to you."
Lisa blushed a little. Her friend was still unaware of what happened that night. She didn't want to tell her anyway. If not, who knows what she would have thought.
A week later, Lisa was looking so worried. Anna was sitting beside her. "Anna, maybe you should consider Mr. Kendrick. I'm sure he will help."
Lisa shook her head. She was already aware of the kind of person Mr. Kendrick is; he might not necessarily help as he claimed.
After a while, she brought out the check from her purse and looked determined.
"Don't tell me you want to believe that pauper? Lisa, I know you are better than this."
Lisa ignored her. She stood up and started leaving the room. Anna sighed and followed her. They took a cab to the nearest bank. After submitting the check, the bank went to confirm it, and after a while, one million was credited to her account.
Lisa was so shocked that she felt tears dropping from her eyes. Anna, who stood behind her all this while, was also speechless. She had been condemning the guy and calling him a pauper. She felt ashamed of herself. What kind of pauper can casually give out a million dollars? She must be mad.
Luckily, Lisa didn't pay attention to her. She went outside immediately and flagged down a cab.
"Take me to Genevieve Hospital now!" she said to the cabman. The man understood that she must be in a rush, so he didn't get angry over how rude her voice was. The car drove for ten minutes before stopping in front of the hospital.
Lisa went directly to the doctor's office. Soon the payment was processed, and she paid in full. The doctor was surprised; she already knew her condition and knew that she couldn't afford the money, but he didn't ask her how she got the money.
A few days later, the surgery was successful. Lisa was sitting beside her mom in the hospital ward assigned to her. She was feeding her soup.
"Lisa, I had thought of something. It's really hard for a girl like you to take care of me while working. Why not take me to your Aunt Marie? Let her take care of me," Mrs. Winston said.
"But mom, I can take care of you," she insisted.
"I know. Don't be stubborn, child. It's for your own good," she said, hitting Lisa's head playfully. Lisa smiled and hugged her mother. The mother and daughter duo looked so perfect.
Two days later, they were discharged. Lisa had already contacted her aunt ahead of time and gave her some money. A cab was already waiting for them, so she helped her mom inside.
It was a thirty-minute drive to her aunt's house, which is in another part of Pennsylvania. Aunt Marie welcomed them. Mrs. Winston was also happy to see her younger sister. Lisa thought it's a good idea for her mother to live with her sister. They can accompany each other most of the time.
It was getting so she started heading back. She was resting her head on the window inside a cab when she saw Winston coming out from a hotel with a middle-aged man. The two wore business suits.
She quickly asked the cabman to stop and paid him off before hurrying over in time to see Williams parting with the middle-aged man.
"Williams!" she called out to him. Williams was startled when he saw her. Before he could say anything, she came forward and hugged him tightly.
"Thank you very much, Williams. I didn't know what I could have done without your help. I had always wished to meet you and thank you, but you seemed to have disappeared into thin air," she said while sobbing.
Williams was touched and hugged her back. He couldn't understand how she felt, but he could tell that she was really grateful.
Inside a restaurant, Lisa and Williams are sitting opposite each other."You really don't need to repay me; I already told you," Williams said.Lisa nodded. Anyway, she wasn't too confident that she can repay him, although deep inside she really wants to."Anytime you need my help, do not hesitate to call me," she said, although she knew fully well that someone of Williams' caliber would barely need her help.He nodded. "Sure, I will.""But you really caught me off guard. I always believed that you are not rich, perhaps a pauper. You can't blame me; after all, you couldn't pay for your food the first time we met."Williams was ashamed when he heard her. He cursed his luck that day, but on second thought, it's not that bad; he wouldn't have known somebody as special as Lisa if not for that incident. Yes, deep in his heart, Lisa was like a special existence."But why couldn't you pay for your meal that day?" she queried."Long story..." He briefly explained what happened that day. Lisa
Rachel and Harry were the only ones standing in this clearing; after he had made that playful suggestion, the air was electric with tension between them. Her heart leaped into her throat as she looked up at him, uncertain whether he was joking or not. The ritual still buzzed through her mind like energy, exhilarating but baffling. Stronger-that much was obvious-but emotionally speaking, everything felt heavier than before."A kiss?" Rachel repeated, her eyes searching Harry's face for a clue as to whether he meant it.Harry gave a half-smile, still playful, but his eyes flickered; a glimpse of something more shone from those depths. "I mean, it's not compulsory, but I thought it would be a nice way to show appreciation," he teased lightly; his voice softened as he added, "Only if you want to, of course."Rachel bit her lip, feeling this weird mix of emotions. She had known Harry for so long, always seeing him as a close friend, the person who'd always been there for her. But now, with
Chapter SevenRachel's heart was pounding as she stood perfectly still. Harry's words hung there in the air between them weighted with an unexpected importance. A kiss? The idea had come from left field. They were only friends, allies in that weird, shared journey of theirs. But something about this moment felt different.She looked deep into his face, into his eyes-trying to find some sign that he was teasing, but those eyes were all but somber, quiet, yet serious."Harry." Rachel tried to begin, but her voice faded, not knowing how she should continue.Harry, sensing the air was a little tense, unbent. He smiled, but his eyes still held a little sadness in them, as if he hadn't expected her to say yes anyway. "I'm just teasing, Rachel," he lied, faking a chuckle. "You don't have to kiss me. It's just.I wanted to lighten things up a bit.Rachel let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. But even though Harry had laughed it off, the atmosphere between them had subtly change
Chapter Eight Rachel's POVThe heavy feeling of Harry's confession remained in my mind, even after I had closed the door behind him. Somehow, I felt an emptiness within my stomach, as if he'd taken a piece of me with him. His honesty had come right out of the blue, after such a huge day. I had so many questions, yet had absolutely no idea where to begin in finding the answers.I wandered back into the darkened living room, skimming my fingers over an old photo frame on the mantle-my parents. Their faces, frozen in a faded smile, seemed a distant echo of a life I no longer knew. The ritual, Harry's words, the power…all so rapidly changing.Night wore on and my exhaustion tugged at me. I barely made it to my bedroom before collapsing onto the bed, my mind foggy with remnants of my day. The picture of the old man's wrinkled face, his warning cryptic, wouldn't leave my head: "To gain power, you must let go of something precious."What had I lost? Or worse-what was I going to lose?---I
The relentless downpour outside mirrored the storm inside Lisa’s heart. Rain blurred the city skyline, streaking the towering windows of the penthouse as though mocking the tears she refused to shed. Lisa stared at her suitcase on the bed, her hands trembling as she folded the last item of clothing.This was it.Leaving had been a fleeting thought in the past—when the weight of their “fake” marriage had become too much or when Williams’s coldness pierced her heart. But each time, she had stayed, clinging to the hope that there was something real between them. That hope had shattered the moment he placed the photos on the table, his gaze hard and accusing.“Explain this,” he had demanded.The betrayal she’d seen in his eyes had cut deeper than the words themselves. She had tried to explain—how the man in the photos was her cousin, how their meeting had been innocent. But he hadn’t believed her. The seed of doubt Morgan had planted had grown into a twisted vine, choking the fragile conn
The room was silent except for the ticking of the clock. Williams sat in his study, the report from David lying open in front of him. The truth stared back at him, mocking him with its simplicity.Her cousin. The man in the photographs—the supposed evidence of Lisa’s betrayal—was her cousin, Jason Hart. A name, a history, even a picture of them together at family gatherings filled the file.Williams let out a heavy breath, his head sinking into his hands. How had he let it come to this?It wasn’t the evidence that haunted him the most, though. It was the memory of Lisa’s face the night she left. The pain in her eyes, the tremble in her voice, the way her words had hit him like a physical blow.“I thought we were building something real, Williams. But I can’t keep fighting alone.”He had replayed those words countless times over the past three months, each repetition cutting deeper than the last. He had destroyed the one thing he hadn’t even realized he couldn’t live without—her trust.
Lisa adjusted her chair in the spacious living room of the O’Connell estate, her sketchpad perched on her knees. The designs she worked on for her fashion class were coming together nicely, but she couldn’t shake the growing tension in the house. Despite her best efforts to be polite and gracious, the hostility from Williams’ mother, Stacy, and Morgan was relentless. Every cutting remark, every snide comment about her background, chipped away at her composure.Her pencil hesitated mid-stroke as the sound of footsteps echoed behind her. She turned to see Williams walking in, his expression unreadable. His silence lately had been unsettling, and the unspoken distance between them gnawed at her.“Is everything alright?” Lisa asked hesitantly, closing her sketchpad.Instead of answering, Williams pulled a small envelope from his pocket and placed it on the coffee table. His movements were deliberate, almost too calm, which made Lisa’s stomach churn.“What’s this?” she asked, leaning forwa
The night was heavy with silence. Lisa lay on her side, staring at the darkened ceiling of her bedroom. Sleep refused to come, her mind replaying the confrontation with Williams over and over. His accusations had cut deeper than she’d expected, not because of the words themselves, but because of what they revealed: he didn’t trust her.By morning, her decision was made. She couldn’t stay. Not like this.Lisa spent the early hours packing her belongings into a single suitcase. She moved quietly, not wanting to alert anyone in the house. Her resolve faltered only once, as she folded a scarf Williams had bought her during one of their rare, carefree moments. For a brief second, she let herself remember the man he was before his doubts poisoned everything.But the sting of his mistrust was stronger than the memory of his kindness.When Williams woke up later that morning, he found Lisa’s room empty. Panic shot through him as he searched the house, but she was nowhere to be found. He calle
The night was heavy with silence. Lisa lay on her side, staring at the darkened ceiling of her bedroom. Sleep refused to come, her mind replaying the confrontation with Williams over and over. His accusations had cut deeper than she’d expected, not because of the words themselves, but because of what they revealed: he didn’t trust her.By morning, her decision was made. She couldn’t stay. Not like this.Lisa spent the early hours packing her belongings into a single suitcase. She moved quietly, not wanting to alert anyone in the house. Her resolve faltered only once, as she folded a scarf Williams had bought her during one of their rare, carefree moments. For a brief second, she let herself remember the man he was before his doubts poisoned everything.But the sting of his mistrust was stronger than the memory of his kindness.When Williams woke up later that morning, he found Lisa’s room empty. Panic shot through him as he searched the house, but she was nowhere to be found. He calle
Lisa adjusted her chair in the spacious living room of the O’Connell estate, her sketchpad perched on her knees. The designs she worked on for her fashion class were coming together nicely, but she couldn’t shake the growing tension in the house. Despite her best efforts to be polite and gracious, the hostility from Williams’ mother, Stacy, and Morgan was relentless. Every cutting remark, every snide comment about her background, chipped away at her composure.Her pencil hesitated mid-stroke as the sound of footsteps echoed behind her. She turned to see Williams walking in, his expression unreadable. His silence lately had been unsettling, and the unspoken distance between them gnawed at her.“Is everything alright?” Lisa asked hesitantly, closing her sketchpad.Instead of answering, Williams pulled a small envelope from his pocket and placed it on the coffee table. His movements were deliberate, almost too calm, which made Lisa’s stomach churn.“What’s this?” she asked, leaning forwa
The room was silent except for the ticking of the clock. Williams sat in his study, the report from David lying open in front of him. The truth stared back at him, mocking him with its simplicity.Her cousin. The man in the photographs—the supposed evidence of Lisa’s betrayal—was her cousin, Jason Hart. A name, a history, even a picture of them together at family gatherings filled the file.Williams let out a heavy breath, his head sinking into his hands. How had he let it come to this?It wasn’t the evidence that haunted him the most, though. It was the memory of Lisa’s face the night she left. The pain in her eyes, the tremble in her voice, the way her words had hit him like a physical blow.“I thought we were building something real, Williams. But I can’t keep fighting alone.”He had replayed those words countless times over the past three months, each repetition cutting deeper than the last. He had destroyed the one thing he hadn’t even realized he couldn’t live without—her trust.
The relentless downpour outside mirrored the storm inside Lisa’s heart. Rain blurred the city skyline, streaking the towering windows of the penthouse as though mocking the tears she refused to shed. Lisa stared at her suitcase on the bed, her hands trembling as she folded the last item of clothing.This was it.Leaving had been a fleeting thought in the past—when the weight of their “fake” marriage had become too much or when Williams’s coldness pierced her heart. But each time, she had stayed, clinging to the hope that there was something real between them. That hope had shattered the moment he placed the photos on the table, his gaze hard and accusing.“Explain this,” he had demanded.The betrayal she’d seen in his eyes had cut deeper than the words themselves. She had tried to explain—how the man in the photos was her cousin, how their meeting had been innocent. But he hadn’t believed her. The seed of doubt Morgan had planted had grown into a twisted vine, choking the fragile conn
Chapter Eight Rachel's POVThe heavy feeling of Harry's confession remained in my mind, even after I had closed the door behind him. Somehow, I felt an emptiness within my stomach, as if he'd taken a piece of me with him. His honesty had come right out of the blue, after such a huge day. I had so many questions, yet had absolutely no idea where to begin in finding the answers.I wandered back into the darkened living room, skimming my fingers over an old photo frame on the mantle-my parents. Their faces, frozen in a faded smile, seemed a distant echo of a life I no longer knew. The ritual, Harry's words, the power…all so rapidly changing.Night wore on and my exhaustion tugged at me. I barely made it to my bedroom before collapsing onto the bed, my mind foggy with remnants of my day. The picture of the old man's wrinkled face, his warning cryptic, wouldn't leave my head: "To gain power, you must let go of something precious."What had I lost? Or worse-what was I going to lose?---I
Chapter SevenRachel's heart was pounding as she stood perfectly still. Harry's words hung there in the air between them weighted with an unexpected importance. A kiss? The idea had come from left field. They were only friends, allies in that weird, shared journey of theirs. But something about this moment felt different.She looked deep into his face, into his eyes-trying to find some sign that he was teasing, but those eyes were all but somber, quiet, yet serious."Harry." Rachel tried to begin, but her voice faded, not knowing how she should continue.Harry, sensing the air was a little tense, unbent. He smiled, but his eyes still held a little sadness in them, as if he hadn't expected her to say yes anyway. "I'm just teasing, Rachel," he lied, faking a chuckle. "You don't have to kiss me. It's just.I wanted to lighten things up a bit.Rachel let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. But even though Harry had laughed it off, the atmosphere between them had subtly change
Rachel and Harry were the only ones standing in this clearing; after he had made that playful suggestion, the air was electric with tension between them. Her heart leaped into her throat as she looked up at him, uncertain whether he was joking or not. The ritual still buzzed through her mind like energy, exhilarating but baffling. Stronger-that much was obvious-but emotionally speaking, everything felt heavier than before."A kiss?" Rachel repeated, her eyes searching Harry's face for a clue as to whether he meant it.Harry gave a half-smile, still playful, but his eyes flickered; a glimpse of something more shone from those depths. "I mean, it's not compulsory, but I thought it would be a nice way to show appreciation," he teased lightly; his voice softened as he added, "Only if you want to, of course."Rachel bit her lip, feeling this weird mix of emotions. She had known Harry for so long, always seeing him as a close friend, the person who'd always been there for her. But now, with
Inside a restaurant, Lisa and Williams are sitting opposite each other."You really don't need to repay me; I already told you," Williams said.Lisa nodded. Anyway, she wasn't too confident that she can repay him, although deep inside she really wants to."Anytime you need my help, do not hesitate to call me," she said, although she knew fully well that someone of Williams' caliber would barely need her help.He nodded. "Sure, I will.""But you really caught me off guard. I always believed that you are not rich, perhaps a pauper. You can't blame me; after all, you couldn't pay for your food the first time we met."Williams was ashamed when he heard her. He cursed his luck that day, but on second thought, it's not that bad; he wouldn't have known somebody as special as Lisa if not for that incident. Yes, deep in his heart, Lisa was like a special existence."But why couldn't you pay for your meal that day?" she queried."Long story..." He briefly explained what happened that day. Lisa
Two days later, Lisa was returning from work, looking worried. The doctor had called yesterday and told her that her mother might not hold on for two weeks. She became worried, unable to think of a solution.Her friend Anna gave her fifty thousand dollars, and with the one she saved, it's only a little over a hundred thousand dollars; it still wasn't enough. Just as she was still thinking, she bumped into someone."Oh, sorry, please. I wasn't looking; it's not intentional," she quickly apologized."It's fine. You don't need to apologize. Actually, I was waiting for you."She looked up surprisingly and saw that it was Williams."Williams, what a pleasant meeting. I thought you traveled," she joked."Nah, I'm still around." The two tactically did not talk about what happened between them last time."I heard about your mom," he said out of the blue. Lisa lowered her head slightly. "Here, take this. Go ahead and pay your mom's hospital bills; her life is too important," he said while hand