Chapter 3

Samael’s POV

I looked up from my phone when I heard the door opening. Ella entered the house and a smile appeared on her face when she saw me sitting in the living room.

“How was your school?” I asked her as I kept my phone aside.

“Same old, same old brother. We changed our place, not my school. It’s still the same.” She said as she took off her shoes and kept her bag on the floor before sitting beside me.

“Wait why are you home early? Did you get the job or not?” she turned towards me and asked me excitedly.

“Yes, I did. I start from tomorrow.” I answered with a smile and her smile brightened.

“Oh my god, that’s amazing. Congratulations!” she said and hugged me.

“How are the office and your boss? Is he good or rude?” she pulled away and asked me.

“The office is amazing and huge and the boss, well it’s not he it’s she,” I said while she sat beside me comfortably looking at me.

“Something happened? What did you do?” she asked me concerned to which I rolled my eyes. She already presumed that if something happened, I am the reason.

“I might have accidentally spilled the coffee which she was holding, on her white shirt,” I said guiltily and in low voice. But by her reaction, I think she heard me.

“WHAT!? Seriously Sama!” she scolded me. Ella loves to call me Sama, it’s something she decided to call me. Most people make my name’s short form as Sam or something but Sama is different and unique which is only used by Ella. It kind of feels like it’s a girl’s name but I love it when Ella calls me that.

“She is going to get angry at you when she, see you tomorrow,” Ella commented while she folded her hands and looked at me.

“I don’t know about that because she was the one who selected me. And I don’t know why?” I said as I frowned.

“Really? Then I think she likes you.” Ella said with a smile and I looked at her with wired expressions.

“No Ella, she doesn’t like me. I could see the fire and anger towards me in her eyes.” I explained though I, myself am confused about her actions. Why did she hire me?

“Oh. Well, is she beautiful?” Ella asked me and I raised my eyebrow at her before saying, “Why does that matter Ella and why are you asking this.” Narrowing my eyes, I looked at her to which she giggled.

“It’s not my fault, you were the one who use to read me fairy-tail books.” She said with a pout to which I nodded and smiled. That’s true, I use to read her fairy-tail books at night. Maybe that’s the reason for her dreamy thoughts.

“What’s her name? Is she beautiful?” she asked me again with thoughtful expressions. Her face was instantly in front of my eyes. Her beautiful blonde hair, tied in a simple ponytail yet looked like they were styled. Her mesmerizing blue eyes resembled the sky but held power and authority. Ms. CEO, Caroline Martinez is beautiful.

“Her name is Caroline Martinez and yes, she is beautiful,” I said truthfully as a slight smile appeared on my face when I remembered her face that held anger when I bumped into her. But the smile suddenly vanished when I remember her enjoying my nervousness and embarrassment during the interview.  

“I like her name, Caroline,” Ella said with a bright smile which I tried to return.

“Enough about me, tell me something from your day while we prepare our dinner. Come on.” I said getting up and walking towards the kitchen while she followed me.

“Okay, what are we making for dinner? Please don’t make broccoli rice, I hate it more than Ron,” she said and I laughed. Ron is Ella’s best friend from school and they both have a love-hate relationship with each other.

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Caroline’s POV

I stopped the car when I reached my garage. Getting out of the car, I closed the gate while I saw dark outside and empty streets with just street lights on. Cold and silent yet peaceful for some reason.

I went to my porch and opened the door. Switching on the lights I went straight to my bedroom. Putting my phone on charging I kept my handbag on the table.

I decided to take a shower and then have dinner. After taking the shower, I changed into my pajamas.

Most people think I must be living in some palace and have maids roaming around and doing all the work. But the reality is just the opposite. I live in a nice home that I grew up in. I can easily afford a huge house, but what is the point of having a huge and luxurious house if you are going to live alone.

I took out the remaining pasta from my refrigerator and put it in the microwave to heat.

I was 19-years-old when my parents died in a car accident. The driver of the other car was drunk and ran away as soon as the accident happened. I studied business and took over the company my father built, which was handled for two years by my uncle, Victor Martinez.

My uncle and aunt offered me to live with them, but I declined. I wanted to live here so I could feel close to them in some kind of way.

My father, Caleb was an honorable businessman. He was honest and kind, he loved his work as much as he loved us, his family. He believed that Martinez company is his second home. He would bring my mom and me a flower every day, not a single day he missed.

My mother, Lily was a writer and a housewife. She was beautiful, soft-hearted, and a lovely woman. She used to write articles and poetry while also taking care of the family and house, all by herself.

I loved and will always love them more than anyone or anything in this world.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by the ‘ding’ of the microwave. I took out the pasta from the bowl, on the plate. I walked out of the door from the kitchen that leads me to my backyard and sat on the stairs.

The night is cold yet peaceful, I could hear laughs from my neighbors whom I haven’t met in a few months. It feels amazing to be by yourself and not to care about anything. It’s the only place where I feel at peace and content.

Sometimes I do feel lonely but hey, it’s because I am lonely. I have no friends to share my thoughts, laughs, and cries with and I have lived like this for years now. At first, it was tough to be by yourself and with the haunting thoughts that you are all alone. It’s hard, I was depressed and heartbroken when my parents died. It was a tough time for me but I gathered myself and stood strong. Everyone thought I was tough and strong, but I use to cry at night and think about ‘what ifs.’  

But now, it has become a habit to be alone with my thoughts. I had my dinner looking at the dark blanket of the night sky with a few twinkling stars. I washed my plates, bowls, and spoons before I switched off the lights and went to my room.

My room is simple with a bed, wardrobe, a mirror, and a desk. The walls are painted peach color and curtains are blue with white design on them. I closed the window and the door before I swept myself under the warm blanket.

I said ‘Goodnight’ looking at my parent’s photo that is on my bedside table. Switching off the lights I closed my eyes and fell into the darkness.