“What are you going to do now?” Dean asked me once I entered the warehouse to check on the human being sitting on the chair with an open mouth while Dean tied his entire body up to the chair.He was the same man I saw yesterday holding a baby. The one Lauren ran to in the middle of the conversation we were having. My heart was telling me to slap him to death or to punch him right in the face. That would be an excellent lesson for him. A man with a damaged face was unable to do the magic on a woman that his striking features could do.“Who was he to Lauren?” was still a question that I kept thinking about.There was a baby, their baby, his and Lauren’s. Suddenly, I was more interested in knowing what relationship he had with Lauren than beating him to death. What was the situation when these two crossed the path that led to love leading to marriage? The bastard was sleeping; he was in a deep doze. The one thing that I wished to do at this moment was waking him up to ask questions about
“Welcome to the world,” I said in a heavy voice in order to hide my identity. I was having serious doubts about whether I should reveal my face to this man or not. He could pay a visit to any nearby police station after I was over with him and file a complaint about me.That would be unnecessary trouble since Celine was going to eat me alive if she found out what my actual intention was behind kidnapping this man. She would forget all the bloody dreams she had in her heart about this marriage. The only thing that would matter to her would join her name with mine. For sure, she would drag me to the courthouse by my shirt collar for me to say the two words that had the power to latch me to her for life.I shook my head in horror. That would be worse than anything that has happened to me in this life. It was the nightmare that held the power to ruin my present and future. It would be a crime to jump into the firepit knowing that it would burn me if I wasn’t careful. I wasn’t that fooled
I was working my ass off at the wedding venue when a car stopped in the driveway. At first, I didn’t give enough attention to seeing who was my guest; I was already in the middle of an argument with the florist, who promised me they could arrange lilies even when it wasn’t the season. It was last night when one of my staff called to inform me that there were no lilies on the list that she got from the florist. I would have dialed the florist’s number that very moment, but I failed to do that. I should have, but I couldn’t, not when your child was weeping along with shrieking, which was frightening enough for the mother in me.Although Joy had a fever, from the last she was crying, refusing to eat food, and drinking water. Although she wasn’t crying or roaring like a lion this morning, I just couldn’t leave her alone with any stranger. So, here she was with me, sleeping quietly on my chest in the baby carrier.This was the first time I took Joy with me to work. Dorthy had a problem wit
“I want to talk to you.” Gavin stopped my path by blocking it.The little chit-chat I had with Celine was concluded following her announcement of the good news. They were expecting. Gavin Astor and Celine Alonso were on their way to embrace parenthood. I didn’t speak much, or should I say words didn’t come out of my mouth, or should I say my brain completely zoned out after hearing the joyful news? Which one to choose? Well, that was a brilliant question indeed, but for me, that would be only a waste of time.Coming back to Gavin’s life or allowing him to be a part of my life once again would be one of the foolish decisions to take, which I wasn’t planning to do in any way. I learned a pretty solid lesson from my past and didn’t plan to make the same mistake once again.I avoided Gavin as much as I could, and I’d grown suspicious of him in the last half hour. What I left here for him to say? He had already impregnated his former lover; they were getting married in the next ten days; a
“You aren’t picking up my calls. Is there anything wrong?” Dad asked me.“Nothing. I wasn’t in the mood to hear the same story again and again. That was all.” I signed the last page of the document that Lily gave me this morning.The only task my father could think of these days was how to break up this wedding, or should I say, how to rescue your son from the woman you hated. It had nothing to do with me but more with his taste. I couldn’t recall a moment where my father had shown any sort of affection to Celine or given his consent to our friendship.My Dad was friends with Celine’s family for more than two decades. The two families shared a tight-knit sort of relationship even before I came into this world. My dad saw this girl from the moment she was born until now. My father, surprisingly, saw this girl at each stage of her life. At this rate, anyone would have fallen in love with that kid, not just my father.He was affectionate with Celine when she was a kid, but that affection
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I heard a male voice screaming as soon as I set foot inside the house. “Did you fucking lose your mind?”“Perhaps I did. Why the hell do you care? Whatever I am doing is my business. I don’t see why you are getting so hyped up about the entire thing. Relax, dude, and let me do my job.”And that was my future wife, Celine’s, voice. So the male voice that I was thinking was coming from the TV was wrong. It was my friend Dean who was screaming at Celine like a caveman. I didn’t think much or ask myself a thousand questions like what he was doing here alone with Celine. Were they still sleeping together? Blah blah blah. What was the point of all these questions when there would be no clarity?I went through this once, and this time I was tired as fuck. Even if these two were sleeping all over California or fucking in this house, I wouldn’t give a damn.They were in the living room; I was able to see them from the main gate of the house, but nothing when
After I took this wedding project in hand, Dorthy was all over me, however, she was more affectionate with me, which was a rare scenario to watch when it came to this heatless money-earning machine. She showered me with all sorts of facilities, from food to a car. The one car that she assigned for me, so I could reach the wedding venue, which was an hour from my hotel. It was a gracious gesture from her, especially since with Joy I really needed something more than the bus.Every morning the car arrived at my hotel sharp at 9. This morning was usual too, despite that, there was an oddity in everything. I was enjoying the morning in California like always, when the car stopped at the traffic light, that was when a human being stood a few feet away from me. The man was all covered in black; a black hoodie, cap, and pants, and there was a woman with him. I knew it was my sister Ashlee.Although I figured out the female, I was having a hard time seeing who her friend was however; I had an
Twelve Years LaterDays passed, then months, and then, suddenly, a year, as did my life. In the meantime, nothing special happened, nor did my life face something that blew my mind. I was living the same life with the same people around me until I saw Knox once again. This time, he was with a girl.I was working in a restaurant as a waitress for a month. This was my new job, which I was doing alongside the convenience store and the fast-food joint. The money was good, but I was saving for my future, for college. It was up to me to fulfill my dream at that time as my parents couldn’t afford to do that. There was hardly anyone who helped me in this life, and I never asked for it. Working my ass off for money to buy food was my motto, and I aced that from a pretty young age.I was working my shift one night, serving food, taking orders, and smiling at strangers. I was done serving food to a group of friends when a voice entered my system, which froze my blood along with freezing me on th
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