Mrs. Kennedy was chatting with Randy in the lounge when I came out after an hour-long sleep. The smile on those two people’s faces who lived enough to have a splendid notion of how this cruel world worked was a precious treasure to notice. They were in their 60s, lived and saw more than me. Perhaps the life experience that they had in their book was worse than what I went through. Still, there was hope in their eyes.After learning the nature of this ruthless world, having hope and faith in the heart was one of the most demanding jobs to do in this world.Randy was one of those unfortunate people in this universe who never really had a chance to have anything on their own. The moment he thought he had a home to call his own was the moment he came face to face with a bitter truth. His wife of seven years was sleeping with his boss, who was a billion times higher than Randy in terms of money, power, and fame.Spoiler: it was my father, and his wife was none other than Maria, our maid.A
The last time I saw my mother laughing at a joke, well, that was an eternity ago. The more I tried to figure out when that time was, the more I got a vision of those awful days of the scars on her face, broken ribs, hands, and black eyes. There had to be a moment where she smiled, which came from her heart. Not some show, but that memory didn’t come to my head. Simply put, there were none.Her downfall began after she married my father. The beginning of the marriage had some joyful moments to share, but as the infatuation crumbled down and reality slapped hard on this young couple’s faces, the love that compelled them to tie the knot became extinct.Slowly, their family of two grew from three to four, and indignant hit them harder. The more they tried to survive the waves of hardship, the more they were drawbacks from them. So the love that they worshipped was once adrift on a deserted island, from where it was hopeless to bring it back. They worked to put food on the table all day an
6 pm on the clock and me swallowed Cheval Blanc, one of the most expensive wines, while sitting near the poolside, dripping my legs in the lukewarm water, it felt like a luxury that I wasn’t born to have.In my usual life, I would have been running from one floor to another clutching a file in my hand to take a sign from someone important just as my boss would have commanded. There were a few times when I set my foot inside my apartment before 9. It was another new world of chores I needed to do after coming home. Cooking food, washing clothes, having dinner, watching some funny kid’s video on my phone, and before 11, calling it a night. The sun rose, so did I, and I repeated the same routine like a robot for three years. What was more surprising was that I barely had any complaints about that.Believe me or not, I was sort of missing those days. In the past week, all I did was sit in that million-dollar apartment, attend parties, and doll up with all those high-priced brand names. I
Romance. What was the definition of romance? In my understanding, it was a moment or collage of a few flashes that stayed with a person for the rest of their life. Whenever the person they cherished came to their mind, it was those moments that spontaneously knocked on the door of their heart that thrived a wide smile on our faces.The romantic life I had with Celine was the complete opposite if you compared it with other couples. There were good and bad moments in every relationship on this planet, but the good memories that I had with her somehow weren’t anything private or a secret conversation that was meant to stay only between us. Now that I reflected on those days with Celine, there simply wasn’t one of them I could recall and smile.The days I spent with Celine before breaking up with her over the phone were more over texts than words, as we hadn’t seen one another for three months now. The last time I saw her was when I went to Paris to celebrate her birthday with her model f
It was my first time coming to the Astor Empire after becoming Mrs. Astor and quitting my job as an assistant. Every morning I thought how awkward it would be to come back to this place once again, not as an employee but as the wife of the chairman of this kingdom. And every time I came up with an answer, it failed to satisfy my curiosity. However, sitting in the conference room beside my husband literally shook my entire body.It wasn’t a pleasant seat to sit in the first place. The front row, ahead of everyone, was the seat that I detested even in my school days, as most attention went to these people even when they didn’t ask for it. I preferred to be in the shadows more than to shine brightly in the sea of people. All the people who were sitting with us or in the back, mostly the board of directors of this company, were all coming to us, congratulating us on our marriage or just to take a look at us. It was gauche, along with a little eerie.This morning, when Gavin told me to get
“I believe in you,” Selena told me as soon as we set foot in my apartment.“Believe what?” I asked, frowning.“That Gavin and you were in love the entire time. Pretending to hate him must be tough for you.” She pressed her lips together and gazed at me with sympathy as if I was a poor little soul. “The way you portrayed the role of being your boss’s hater, I must give you credit for your excellent acting. If I was in your place, I would be a mess knowing there was no future with the man who stole my heart. By the way, what was it about him that stole your breath,” She sat on the couch, folding her legs together.All these were quick. A few moments ago, she wasn’t buying a word I was saying to her, but after a twenty-minute car ride, she was a fan of my love story, and it didn’t sit well with me.Selena knew me better than anyone in this world ever knew me till now, even though she could leave me behind when it came to telling my preferred stories. Sometimes I wondered if I really ever
Celine got the news. This morning, every time my phone rang or beeped or an unknown international number flashed on my screen, it notified me that supermodel Celine was dying to have a chat with me. For the first time in a long time, she called me, chasing after me like a mad dog; otherwise, it was always me looking for her, following her around the world just to have a moment with her. It looked like I had turned the table this time. The game was finally favoring me.I didn’t receive any of her calls as I was under an enormous pile of labor from this morning. The first thing I needed to do was to make a place for Lauren in this “high society circle” so they didn’t eat her alive whenever she went to any of the gatherings, social events, parties, or charities.It wasn’t that everyone who was born with a silver spoon in their mouth did something remarkable that helped the country or the people clapped their hands until they hurt; there was nothing like that. The world’s population’s mos
The number of parties I attended by the end of my one-month marriage was equal to the number of sleepless nights that I spent in the Astor Empire working my ass off. One thing about marrying Gavin that left a significant mark on my head was the amount of attention I began to receive. Everyone at the parties wanted to talk to me, and reporters and paparazzi went insane just to get a shot of me. Even though I only went for a walk yesterday, some magazines featured me in their fashion section, dubbing me the “new fashion icon of California.”All these were insane. The way people were taking an interest in me was something that I never experienced before in my life neither did I wish to have that in my life.I was a quiet child who had a pretty tranquil life. I lived most of my school life alone with the books, assignments, and the part-time job that paid me well enough not to ask my parents when it came to pocket money. I never had a single friend in my entire teenage life or even after
Five Years LaterLaurenIt was Joy’s seventh birthday. The party that Gavin threw for his dear daughter was supposed to be a kid’s birthday party, but after cutting the cake, this blast turned out to be a boardroom meeting. Gavin was sitting with his friends, clients, investors, and business partners whose children were the same age as my daughter or a little older than her. The chocolate cake was lying on the coffee table ahead of these adult men, but they were more interested in talking about the stock market than the party that was going on.I was sitting with a bunch of the mothers from Joy’s school. It was regular mom-concerned talk, which I was getting used to, but surely needed enough time to get into the gossip that they were passing. Every time I sat with them, the only thing I heard them talking about was a teacher who got pregnant before marriage or a parent who was fighting behind closed doors. The mothers called this get-together “about the children” each time they invite
I was sitting in my office when Lily informed me that the guest of the day was already waiting for me in our waiting room. On the bright side, Knox accepted my invitation, which I sent to him through a text that Dean and I created last night by wasting thirty minutes of our precious time.“It has to be a minimal text with some unadorned words,” I told Dean when we sat down in my penthouse living room, squeezing the burner phone in our hands.Everything we wrote felt fake until the last text we typed, which somehow sounded formal enough to send to Knox.“Astor Empire’s CEO would like to have a cup of coffee with you tomorrow at his office. Please be in the Astor building at sharp 4.”It was such lame and childish stuff to forward to someone whom you would like to meet. The moment Dean typed this nonsense, the one word that came out of our mouths was the same word Archimedes said upon a significant discovery in the Physis world.“Eureka,” we both said at the same time, reading what was
“Alright. I understand everything you are saying. But why would Knox go after you? There is no logic behind that. I assumed he felt betrayed when he realized you moved ahead in life while he was serving his sentence for a murder he committed earlier in his life. That wasn’t in your hand. I mean, it was his crime, and the law gave him a suitable punishment, I believe. At present, he is dating your older sister, or more like he is using her to get revenge on you.” I sighed. “My question here is, what revenge? You didn’t do anything wrong with him, right? Then why was he after your life like a mad dog?” I sat on the near couch while Lauren was still standing in the bathroom doorway with her hands together, just like a criminal.“I did play the foul game that night,” she whispered.“How?” I asked. “I don’t see any foul play in your tale.”“Do you know why Knox went to prison?”“Yes, for a murder that he committed.”“Whose murder? Who was that man? Do you know that man?”“No.” I shook my h
Eleven Years AgoThe environment of our house was never healthy. There was always something happening, and most of the time, it was my father who was screaming at the top of his lungs. After breaking up with Knox, I took another job just so I could come home when every one of the members of this house was deep in sleep. Hearing those arguments every single day was so annoying that sometimes I wandered around the town, just to escape from the ear-piercing competition that my parents loved to do at night.My time at Knox was my pathway to abscond from the toxic atmosphere of my home. If I ever sat down and thought about Knox, including the feelings I had for him, I was pretty sure I had nothing for that guy in my heart. You could say, I toyed with him, using him to get away from home for some time. I was aware of what Knox was thinking all the time, but the feeling that I felt for him was after he threatened me to be with him.Of course, I was missing him. I was thinking about him now a
I was in the bathroom treating the wound that Knox and my sister caused me yesterday. Everything else was in my body, which I could easily bury with my clothes, but the one punch that Ashlee gifted me right in my face was giving me hell. I tried makeup, foundation, and concealer, but nothing was working. Instead, the redness was turning into brown shades, which was making it obvious. I had a flight to catch in just a few hours, and here I was making my face presentable.When I first saw Ashlee with Knox, I smelled the fishiness there. In which world would there be such a weird coincidence where your older sister was dating your ex-convicted boyfriend without knowing about each other? I doubt this was a plan that they both plotted together to take revenge on me. They both undoubtedly harbored a bitter grudge against me.I was in the corner of the convenience store when Knox grabbed me by the cap of my hoodie and threw me into the dark alley. Before I could realize anything, a hard slap
“This is the information you asked for.” Jonathan gently slammed the brown file ahead of me.“I asked you for this at least two weeks ago. You are giving me this right now.” I collected the file from the desk, and without opening it, locked it in the drawer. “What happened to your skills? Did it dry out?”“You wish, brother-in-law.” Jonathan smiled as he fell into the chair ahead of us. “I hope you are aware of the fact that I am not a detective or anyone who is with law enforcement. I did my best with what little I had. So be grateful for that.”“Did Sarah know anything about this?”“About what?”“That I called you and asked for help or the favor I asked from you.”It wouldn’t be a great deal if Sarah got the idea that I was reaching out to her husband. Of course, I could ask for help from Jonathan, but if my little sister found out about all this, there would be another drama from her I couldn’t afford at this moment. Sarah lived for drama, which is why she chose Hollywood as her ca
Eleven Years AgoMy mother never liked Knox. During the time I was dating him, although it started with a threat, however, over time we both became inseparable. My family was aware of the twenty-two-year-old boy I was dating, but they never approved of my choice. While my mother stayed quiet the first few times Knox visited our house for dinner or picked me up, it was my father whose anger flew over the bridge every time he saw Knox. Dad hated him so much that one time he kicked Knox out of our house.It was during Thanksgiving. Knox wanted to spend that time with me alone in his warehouse, but it was my mother who made it clear that if I didn’t stay for Thanksgiving dinner, I wouldn’t be allowed to return home. So, I convinced Knox to spend time with me at my parent’s house, which he refused several times. It was my endless nagging that forced him to change his mind. He didn’t change his damn mind, he just lost the game of a nag that I was playing with him at that moment.The next da
Twelve Years AgoI blocked Knox from my life with a perfect plan which I thought was solid. I changed the schedules of all the part-time jobs I had at that time. The school was what I began to give importance to more than anything in my life at that point. The main reason for that was to improve my grades. By the next exam, I was back on top, the top girl in the school with 98% marks in all the subjects, which put a smile on my mum’s face, and seeing her being proud felt worth all the sleepless nights I spent studying.Knox didn’t cross his path with me for the next six months. After I left his house and came back to mine, he followed me everywhere I went. From my school to my workplace, he was standing outside every place I went. It was embarrassing when people whispered about seeing the notorious boy of the town waiting for me every single day for a week straight. I was already the weirdo in the eyes of my classmates, and seeing me with Knox, the notorious boy of the town, was only
Twelve Years LaterOver the next week, Knox and I fell into a routine that wasn’t doing good for any of us. While he didn’t have a job, I was doing whatever I could with the given situation. I was going to school, but there wasn’t a single time when I was doing homework or assignments that I needed to submit to the finals. Even my grades were going down, which was terrifying. My teachers were worried about my future. The straight-A student was getting a B, and a C wasn’t a piece of good news for anyone. The three jobs that I had thankfully stayed with me due to Knox’s constant visits to my workplace painted me red in the eyes of my employer. One evening, Teddy, my convenience store owner, pulled me aside and asked me what I was doing with that boy.“He is a friend,” I replied.“He doesn’t look like someone with whom you spend time,” he said, frowning.“Looks aren’t everything, Teddy. You can’t judge a person based solely on the tattoos on their hands,” I said, smiling.“So, you are