Tiger's hands trembled as he discovered yet another letter, tucked away within the confines of his mother's treasured possessions. The envelope bore the marks of time, the creases and discoloration evidence of its journey through the years. With a mix of trepidation and sorrow, he carefully opened it, preparing himself for the emotions that lay within. As he began to read, his heart shattered with each word, each line a poignant reminder of his mother's devastation. She poured her anguish onto the page, recounting the day his father had left her, and the subsequent search that had led her to places where she hoped to find him. Tiger's eyes scanned the ink-stained paper, his chest tightening with a mixture of empathy and despair. His mother's words unveiled the depth of her heartbreak, the utter devastation she had experienced when his father had abandoned her. She described wandering through unfamiliar streets, frantically searching for a glimmer of hope, only to be met with disappoi
The morning sun cast a warm glow over Burbank as Christiana made her way to the familiar doors of the Burbank Pub, her place of work. The air was filled with a mix of anticipation and a lingering sense of the changes that had unfolded in her life. As she stepped inside, the bustling energy of the pub enveloped her. The sound of laughter and clinking glasses created a symphony that she had grown accustomed to over the years. Yet, today, everything felt different. The events of the previous night lingered in her thoughts, making her acutely aware of the newfound depth in her own heart. Christiana navigated the familiar spaces of the pub, a sense of purpose and determination guiding her steps. She greeted her colleagues with a smile, her mind momentarily drifting back to Tiger and the connection they had forged. It was a delicate dance, balancing her personal life with the demands of her professional responsibilities. As the hours passed, Christiana found herself immersed in the rhythm
Christiana’s point of view“Sir, thanks for doing it but I hope my room would have looked a bit cleaner and classier.” And here I go directly attacking her ego. I was waiting for her to reply and she did that too. “It was you with a tasteless and *BORING* choice of colours so, better not blame me, miss.”He intentionally highlighted that word boring. She was annoying and getting on my freaking nerves, I wanted to stuff her mouth with something big that she cannot speak for years.“What’s making you so worked up.” Joseph asked noticing the frown on my face. “Nothing there’s someone I don’t want to see.” I admitted and he looked confused. I texted her back, “It looks like mam you don’t know what’s classy and elegant.” And I felt my lips forming a smile on my face. This girl was annoying but annoying her was more fun."What's there on your phone making you smile?" He asked in a tone as if I do not even smile. "Someone who got annoyed." She did not reply to me after that, I thought she w
Tiger’s point of view“If you don’t mind, can I meet Joseph? It’s been so long?’ Both exchanged looks and burst into laughter. “Of course, why not, I’ll ask her to come.” And that Joseph came after a few minutes wearing the best of his clothes, also she - Christiana looked good but there was nothing in her that could grab the attention of me. We exchanged pleasantries and fuck she was blushing; did she think that I’m here to ask her out well I’m for that but not real. I thought of telling her my plan but that look in her eyes disgusted me, I can’t stay next to her even if it’s for my sake, I’ll find someone else for the play.“I’ll leave then,” I said abruptly without even having a normal convo with her. “But,” She looked disappointed but before she spoils my mood anymore, I left it to Christiana for getting things done for me. “What’s the matter with you?” I ignored him and sat in the car, “Can we go somewhere that is a better place.” I said.“Let me drive then, it looks like you got
Christiana’s Point of view“Who was she?” The same scent that has been bothering me for so long but before I could catch her she was gone and she had the guts to peek into the bath when I was taking a shower, I had to use the common bath as my bathroom’s geezer wasn’t working. “Christiana, are you there?” It was my mom knocking at my door. “Yes, mom I am in,” I answered while I was finding one of the files related to my business. “Child, I know it’s late but I wanted to have a word with you,” And it must be something important. “Sure mom please have a seat.” I sat opposite to her and waited for her to continue. “You are soon going to be the member of their family and I know you will be a good one but I want you to find a better partner before that.”And hearing her brought a frown, “Mom? I am not ready for it; I can handle my everything without her.” I stated but mom was not taking a no from me.“You won’t understand it now but I want you to listen to your mom,” she said I was looki
Third person's point of view Tiger was going through the letter of his mother after coming back from work. John and Alexa had been married for years, but lately, they had been having a lot of arguments. Their fights were small at first, but now they seemed to be happening more frequently and getting more intense. One evening, John came home from work, exhausted and stressed. Alexa had been home all day, taking care of their children, and she was feeling overwhelmed. When John walked in the door, Alexa greeted him with a smile and a kiss, but he was in no mood for small talk. "Can't you see I've had a long day?" he snapped. "I don't want to hear about your problems right now." Alexa felt hurt by his response. She had been looking forward to sharing her day with him, and she didn't understand why he was being so dismissive. She tried to keep her cool and asked him what was wrong, but he just kept shutting her out. As the night wore on, the tension between them grew thicker. They be
Third person’s point of viewChristiana sat nervously at the large oak desk in the office of her Tiger’s lawyer. She had always known that a prenuptial agreement was part of the package when marrying a man like Tiger, but the sight of the thick stack of papers in front of her again still made her heart race."You understand that this is a legally binding document," the lawyer said as he flipped through the pages. "Once you sign this, you are agreeing to the terms laid out in the contract."Christiana nodded; her eyes glued to the document in front of her. It detailed everything from the division of assets in the event of a divorce to the terms of spousal support. Christiana had always been very upfront about his wealth and his desire to protect it, but the idea of putting it all down on paper made Christiana feel uneasy.As she scanned the pages, her mind wandered back to the day Tiger had proposed to her recently. It had been a picture-perfect moment, with Tiger down on one knee in f
Third person's point of viewAs the sun began to set over the city, the neon signs of the local pub flickered to life, beckoning the patrons inside. The air was filled with the sound of laughter, clinking glasses, and the hum of conversation. The pub was bustling with people, each with their own stories and reasons for being there.At a table in the corner, a group of friends huddled together, their faces flushed with excitement and anticipation. They were dressed in their finest party clothes, ready to let loose and have a good time. The table was littered with empty glasses and bottles, evidence of the raucous party that had already begun.The music was loud and upbeat, filling the room with a pulsing energy that seemed to draw everyone closer together. As the night wore on, the party began to pick up momentum. People danced on tables, others sang along to the music, and still others simply swayed to the rhythm, lost in their own world.The bartender, a gruff but jovial man, kept th