♛Aurora: “This really doesn't make any sense, Rory. And it's beginning to give me the creeps. I'm even more worried about your dismissal of everything.” I absentmindedly rubbed my abdomen, feeling empty and almost lost as a sudden flash of memory hit my head the longer I trailed my fingers around my stomach. It was 9 A.M in the morning, and I sat at the dining table with Trish in our very modest looking home. A sigh escaped my lips and I dropped my phone from my hand, letting it lay on the table. I stared down at my food, and simply shook my head at her words, before leaning it to take a sip from the soup she made for us. When I didn't say anything after a while, she called out to me again, “Rory!” I looked up to meet her genuinely worried gaze, “Are you even listening to me?” “I am listening, Trish.” I dropped my spoon, and brushed through my caramel brown hair, “But what can I do about it? Nothing.” After I received that message three days back, the usual fear that normally
♞Adrian: I had been searchng for her for years. On an estimate, twenty-five months, one week and three fucking days now. After she signed the divorce papers, she made sure to completely vanish her presence from my life. Completely. I couldn't find her anywhere. Not in New York. Not in the damn country, or any neighbouring country. She left me with just one thing, and that was her signature on the divorce papers. I brushed a finger through my hair and absentmindedly tapped my finger on the table in my office as I recalled the sheer pain that had stabbed through me the night I saw her signature on those papers. She wasn't supposed to sign them and leave. That wasn't what I had planned. That wasn't how I thought everything would turn out. But I was happy she had left without looking back. Glad she would be able to live her life hating me. Actually, I was only happy at first. That was until I realized I wasn't fucking dying yet. In fact, the doctor had completely made me believe
♛ Aurora: The afternoon air hit me on the face the moment I stepped out of my car and stared outside the big expanse of land that was empty. The land for the charity project. The site was alive with activity, volunteers in neon vests unloading the supplies, and the framework of what would soon be the community center taking shape. My gaze dropped to the time on my wristwatch, and I brushed my fingers through my hair, before looking up at the empty land which would be something more of buildings and facilities in the next couple of months. Hopefully everything would go smoothly. I took a slow breath, letting the warm air of the afternoon settle into me, calming my nerves. This project was supposed to be the beginning of something fresh, a purpose I could throw myself into without distractions. And I was happy about it, glad it's finally starting. But somehow, I could still feel a small empty feeling swirling my tummy. “Ms. Smith, the materials for the roofing will be a
♞ Adrian: The car came to a sharp halt at the site, I dropped the tab in my hand, closing off the last email I had to review. I looked up and glanced over at the passenger seat where my assistant was sitting. “Chris.” I called out to him, my eyes trailed outside and I glanced over at the couple of people standing outside the gate. I could already tell they were from the press with the way they were dressed. Chris looked up from the rearview mirror, “Do you need anything, sir?” I shook my head at his question, and asked him instead, “Was there later a response?” I didn't need to spell it out, he realized immediately I asked. “No, sir. There was nothing.” “Are you sure?” It sounded odd but it wasn't that I was expecting much. It's been almost a week since I informed Chris to send out an invite to Rory's company, requesting for her presence, but she diligently ignored it. Till now, there have been no response. I had waited at first, hoping she responds. It wasn't unti
Chapter 14 ♞ Adrian: I should have let her walk away. It would have been the smart thing to do. But when it came to her, I had never been smart. Before she could take another step, I shifted forward, blocking her path. Her assistant spared me a displeased look, but I simply ignored her. Turning back my attention to the stubborn woman before me. Her eyes were glaring daggers at me. Glares that could have worked well If looks could kill. “You can't keep walking away every time, Rory. Eventually you'll have to face me and talk.” My voice was low, but there was an edge to it. I just wanted her to listen to me. I wasn't asking for her to immediately forgive me. I just wanted to... A deep breath escaped my lips. She barely hesitated, her face was blank. “I'm not walking away. I’m going back to work.” I exhaled sharply, trying to tamp down my frustration. “Then tell me something—how long do you plan to keep avoiding me?” I wanted to know. I needed to. Her lips pressed to
Aurora:I could feel a dull ache in my chest. Dull, sharp, aching, painful and numbing. The kind that wouldn't go no matter what I try to do.A breath escaped my lips, and I stared outside the window of the tinted glasses on the car. My mind was pulled to the past, and a sharp ache steered through my chest, hitting me right in the heart.****FLASHBACK“I promise we've tried our best,” the doctor said, his voice sounding dry, too dry. He added with a sigh, “But there's nothing more we can do.”“No—no, please, doctor. Please help me. Save my dad. He's really all I have left!” My voice cracked as I clutched his sleeve, desperation tightening in my chest, my voice sounded more than broken to my ears.My gaze fell on the hospital bed where my father lay unconscious, his face was still. His brows are as thick as mine, his nose just as sharp, but his once-warm eyes remain closed. He can’t see me. He can’t hear me. He can't look at me. He can't even move a finger.He's been in a coma for two
♛ Aurora: “What did Liam do again?” I asked, already used to the continuous flop and flip of her boyfriend. For someone who wouldn't waste a time to tell me to stop sulking on someone who doesn't care about me, Trish didn't quite follow her rules. They’ve been together for almost five years, one would think the fluffy blonde boy had plans of proposing to her. But no, all he’s ever done was fumble. Again and again. Trish was in love with him, more than the usual. So, all his actions always had a way of breaking a part of her heart, and disappointing her all over again. I placed my food away, and turned my attention to her, waiting for answers. Trish sighed, leaning against the counter and staring at the ceiling like it might have answers. “I don’t even know why I’m surprised anymore,” she muttered. I frowned, picking at the food she forced on me when her gaze dropped to it. “What happened?” She let out a dry laugh. “The usual, Rory.” She breathed, “The usual. He cheated.” My
♞ Adrian: “The flowers were sent to her office earlier this morning.” I glanced at the message from my assistant, my thumb hovering over the screen for a moment before locking my phone and slipping it into my pocket. A small smile tipped across my lips, but it disappeared just as fast as it came. The car rolled to a stop in front of the Rossi estate. I stared at the entrance, releasing a slow breath before pushing the door open and stepping out. I didn't like coming here. The only reason was because my father had called for a family dinner night. It’s been ages since the last time we had a family dinner, which is why I couldn't decline. I only came out of respect for him. The house hadn’t changed. The same black high gates, the same neatly cut garden, the same presence that managed to feel somehow familiar and suffocating for me all at once. I climbed the steps slowly, slipping my hands into my pockets, before I could even reach for the handle of the entrance, the heavy doors
♞ Adrian: “Come in.” Rory’s voice answered from inside. My gaze dropped briefly to her assistant, who knocked and stepped aside. Gabriel's words from earlier rang continuously in my thoughts, and I fought hard to push them aside. Without a word, I pushed the door open and walked inside. The moment I did, my gaze locked on Rory’s. She was sitting behind her desk, a glass of water in hand, a thoughtful expression in her eyes. But the second her eyes met mine, something flickered. Something close to surprise at my sudden presence. I wasn’t sure. A warm feeling settled in my chest, and I spared her a small smile, which she returned, “Adrian.” The smile on my face vanished as quick as it came when I noticed the man sitting across from her, as he turned slightly, just enough for me to get a clear view of his face. My brows creased into a tight frown. What the fuck was he doing here? What was his name again, Nath? Norman? Noahm Actually, I didn't give a damn what his name was. F
♛ Aurora: With my arms crossed to my chest, I stared blankly at the person sitting in front of me. “You know, there could have been other methods you could reach out to me than this, right?” “I know.” He responded. And added almost immediately, “Do you realize how long I've been trying to reach out to you? you weren't answering my calls, neither were you replying to my text messages. And from the last time, you did warn me to not bypass your receptionist without an appointment.” My brows furrowed tightly, “You never texted me. Nor called.” I dropped my gaze to my phone and picked it up, before reaching out for it. “I did.” “Noah, you didn't.” “I swear, I called you and texted numerous number of times.” Scrolling through the call logs of my missed calls. I didn't see any message or missed calls from his number which I had saved to my phone. I looked up at him with a frown, “There’s no message or missed calls from you here.” Noah looked offended, his brows pulled tog
♛ Aurora: I arrived at my workplace an hour later than usual. The elevator was silent, safe for Bonnie absentmindedly tapping her feet beside me. I don't think she realized she was even doing it, her gaze was rooted to the screen of her iPad. I spared her a side glance, and pressed my lips into a thin line, before glancing at the count of numbers to the top stairs. A deep sigh escaped my lips, and I shut my eyes close for a moment. Adrian and I had come to the conclusion that it was better to feign ignorance for the meantime till we are able to track every single person connected to the collapse on site. While I didn't completely agree at first, it later dawned on me that it was the only best option we had, at least for now. So, somehow I agreed to act oblivious to it for the next couple of weeks. By then, I would also keep an eye on Bonnie’s every movement. Eventually, she’ll make a mistake that would be too big to hide. I brushed my fingers through my hair, and a deep sigh es
♞ Adrian: My fist tightened around his collar, and his fingers gripped my hands, trying to pry them off. “Can you fucking tell me what this is about before choking me to death?” Gabriel’s sharp eyes met mine. “I deserve to at least know what I've done wrong this time.” “Killing you here and right now would just make everything better for me, you know?” I asked, watching the change in his expression. I had received a call from Giovanni after I left Rory with my Dmitri and Leon yesterday to attend a meeting. I wasn't sure how he got it done, but he had somehow figured out that my step-brother was also pulling the reins behind the collapse at the site. Why he was doing it? I had no fucking idea. But he’ll eventually tell me if he wants to live. “How long did you think it would take me to find out you are somehow connected to Vincent Rein?” I asked him, tightening my hands around his collar. Gabriel's brows pulled together, and he blew out a breath. His frown deepened an
♛ Aurora: I stood by the door, my gaze remained on Trish as I noticed her brows pulled together. After a moment of silence, she finally looked up and her gaze landed straight on me. I glanced down at my phone in her hands. What message was sent? If it was one from an unknown number, then I wouldn't know what to say to her, and Trish would certainly demand an explanation. She wouldn't be happy that I kept it from her. My throat felt tight as I took a step further, and towards where she was standing, “I promise I can explain.” I dived face first into trying to clear the air. Trish narrowed her eyes at me, “Rory…” her words trailed and she glanced down at the phone again, before looking up. Her eyes watched me carefully, and she dropped my phone to the bed, before letting out a deep restrained breath, “Rory, you need to tell me what's going on.” I swallowed the lump stuck to my throat, and my fingers tightened around my tooth brush which was in my hand. “Talk to me before I jump i
♞ Adrian: I slid my car keys into my pants pocket before looking up at the mansion before me. A deep breath escaped my lips and I ran my fingers through my neatly brushed hair, before making my way inside. I hated this house. I didn't like coming here. Neither do I like the memories it pulls coming here. My father’s message had been unclear to me. All it read was: 'Come home, Adrian. There’s something we need to discuss.' When I read the message first thing I woke up this morning, I almost canceled on it. My intention was to cover it up with me being out on a buisness meeting. But at the last moment, I decided to just come around. Besides, I had a certain other business to handle with someone in this house. The butler opened the door the second I stepped onto the porch, like he'd been waiting all day. “Welcome home.” He greeted with a nod, which I returned before he glanced inside, “They’re in the lounge.” I almost asked where else would they be? Probably perched on those pret
♛ Aurora: My gaze trailed over to my bedroom ceiling as I blinked my eyes open. I stretched over my bed and released a deep breath, before reaching out for my phone which I left on the bedside table. “You’re glowing.” I froze at the voice, my brows creased and I blinked, disoriented for half a second before I realized Trish was standing in the doorway of my bedroom, her brows raised in something close to amusement. She was dressed in her usual oversized red sweater and leggings, hair up in a messy bun, clutching a mug that smelled like tea. “Excuse me?” I asked, sitting up a little straighter on the bed. I glanced around the room, before my gaze trailed back to her. Events from last night cut through my thoughts and I closed my eyes for a brief second, trying to recall how it had ended and how I had gotten back into my room. I stretched my arms and felt a sharp pain on my shoulder blade, a wince escaped my lips and I brushed my fingers on my shoulder. It was at that
♛ Aurora: Something in me cracked open. I didn’t know what to do with the ache in my chest, his words reached for all the places I had carefully boarded shut. His confession wasn't just words to me… it was raw, trembling truth. I couldn't help but turn to glance at him. And what I saw in his eyes was vulnerability that left no room for armor. Everything he said was nothing but what he felt. I looked at him deeply, the same way his dark eyes stared at me deeply. His jaw was tight, like he was holding himself back from saying more. His fingers twitched at his thigh. He wasn't comfortable in the silence, he wanted me to say something. Anything. I swallowed the lump stuck in my throat, because something inside me was caving in. I hated him. I resented him. I despised him. But I loved him. I missed him. I ached for him. All at once. Adrian’s eyes dropped to my lips, then back to my eyes, his chest rising and falling like he was trying to breathe me in. “Say someth
♛ Aurora: Adrian was silent for a long moment, he didn't answer immediately. When he released a deep breath, I realized he didn't want to say who he was suspecting. My brows pulled together, “Who?” He shook his head and ran his fingers through it, ruffling it before finally saying, “I don't want to get you involved in all of these.” His heavy stare fell on me. My frown deepened, “I'm already involved in it. Right from the moment someone decided to sabotage my work at the site. So what do you mean?” “Things run deeper than that. Other than the fact that you have someone who’s trying to sabotage your work because they have a vendetta against you. There’s also someone out there who is working with them because they have a vendetta against me.” I let his words settle in for a moment. My brows creased as I slowly understood the meaning behind his words. Someone was coming after me because of him? “Who?” I couldn't help but ask. “I can't tell you.” “Why?” He shook h