Aria's pov; "Dear, do I know you?" If it wasn't for the smile on the old woman's face, I would have thought she was serious about the question she threw back at me. The remorse I had been feeling after calling her an old woman was soon thrown out of the window. Oh, seems like the old woman knew how to crack jokes! I couldn't help the smile that spread on my face, my left eyelash twitching. "What is it do you want? You know this place should be off-limits for tonight, don't you?" still smiling, she threw this question at me and I was left to wonder how everything had switched all of a sudden from being smiley to suddenly asking a question that totally took me off guard. "Huh?" I managed to ask dumbly, not even trying to hide a thing or act like I didn't understand her question. Well, was there really a need to? After all, it was out in the open and as clear as day. What was there to hide again? It just didn't make sense and neither was I ready to tell a lie about it
Aria's pov; "Old woman? Who are these kids?" Still unable to take my eyes off the kids smiling broadly in the photo book, I asked. My eyes kept going back to the tiny female that stood in front, unashamedly in tears with a boy who looked no more than ten years old hugging her to himself with a concerned look. I would have sworn the younger boy in the picture was Orion when he was still young but there was a part of me that was left to have this feeling of doubt. "Who do you think you know there?" With the mysterious smile on her face, the old woman answered my question with a question of hers. As if the answer was on the photo book, I stared at it more intensely, with the hope that maybe, just maybe the answer would miraculously appear and the weird feelings in my chest could disappear as soon as possible. A big lie! That was what I knew it was, but it still couldn't be helped that I was just hoping for this. "No one, I guess. Do I know anyone here? It seems like I do
Aria's pov; "Should you?" One thing I was beginning to hate now was getting questions than answers to what I needed good replies to. Despite how fun the old woman had been, to me, there was no doubt about how annoying she was since my questions were never fully answered. I would have sworn she was doing this intentionally but I continued to hold on to the false hope that maybe, genuinely, she had no idea about what was going on. But then, was my question that difficult to understand? "Are you going to answer me or you're just going to keep asking me more questions everytime I ask one?" I snapped, finally having enough of her push back questions. It was one thing to be friendly and it was another thing to know how to push questions back to the questioneer with a smile. The old woman played both roles perfectly that it was difficult to even suspect her for a second. "Silly lady. You don't have to look like that. I would answer your questions in due time. It's only ju
Aria's pov; My eyes kept darting to the little girl in the group photo, standing with a cheeky smile on her face. For some reason, she felt familiar and it was as if I knew who she was. The old woman seemed not to be joking again and even the smile she had on was long gone. In its place was a serious look- one that showed she was ready to say things I wasn't even aware of and knowing this, I was filled with so much anticipation. "Don't fret. Soon enough, you'll understand all I'm talking about. Tell me, from which age do your memories start?" I let her questions sink in, but was just as quick to think of the answer. Come to think of it, I never really remembered childhood memories even if just one. Nothing came to mind and the memories I remember only probably started from when I was still seeing my father still healthy for about a year. Thereafter, the memories seemed to have disappeared into nowhere and then jumping straight to when he became bedridden. The memories I had
Aria's pov; He was the last person whose presence I wanted at the moment. His sudden interruption only confirmed one thing - he was hiding the truth of things from me. The truth that there was more to know about myself than they were telling me. Was this supposed to be funny? No. Was I laughing? Another no but one thing was sure - Ronald was at all cost trying to protect me from finding out a secret and it was about time I knew what that was. "Say it, old woman. What do I have to know?" Ignoring Ronald was always going to be the best decision to be making since the moment he decided to hide a secret which I was supposed to know. "No!..." yelled Ronald, slamming his hands on the table, causing me to momentarily jump back, speechless as ever. "You don't need to know anything more than you already do. I'll be answering any other questions you have for now. Come, let's take a walk..." Ronald didn't give off the feeling that he was ready to be questioned nor did he seem like he wan
Aria's pov; "Our baby, damn it! We lost our baby!" roared Ronald as my mouth opened and closed. I tried to find words to say. Words that I wished would come out of my mouth but they seemed to have a life of their own, hiding at the moment when I needed them the most. My words were even failing me now? What else was going to fail me aside from the people whose words I cared about and even myself? This was in every way laughable and I didn't realize I was being pulled like a toddler until a pain in my wrist snapped me back to reality. "Ouch!" hissing, Ronald's hand had tightened around my wrist, and the red marks that had formed were slightly obvious. His grip loosened in a blink, as if shocked by lightning. The air had become suffocating and so had the pain in my wrist. "I'm so sorry," his first apology caught me off guard and for a moment, I couldn't help but meet his gaze. The moment I did,****** "Our baby, damn it! We lost our baby!" roared Ronald as my mouth opened
Aria's pov; "Our baby, damn it! We lost our baby!" roared Ronald as my mouth opened and closed. I tried to find words to say. Words that I wished would come out of my mouth but they seemed to have a life of their own, hiding at the moment when I needed them the most. My words were even failing me now? What else was going to fail me aside from the people whose words I cared about and even myself? This was in every way laughable and I didn't realize I was being pulled like a toddler until a pain in my wrist snapped me back to reality. "Ouch!" hissing, Ronald's hand had tightened around my wrist, and the red marks that had formed were slightly obvious. His grip loosened in a blink, as if shocked by lightning. The air had become suffocating and so had the pain in my wrist. "I'm so sorry," his first apology caught me off guard and for a moment, I couldn't help but meet his gaze. The moment I did, the emotions I saw knocked the breath out of me. I let out a small exhale
Aria's pov; Ok, this was unexpected. The grabbing of the arm and then getting my hands raised up and then slammed against the wall? Rather than feeling pain, the only sound I recognised coming out of my mouth was a moan. A moan I was shameful about which I didn't even expect. "Good gracious! I've missed you!" Ronald groaned, his warm breath directly on my ear, causing me to shiver. It was the kind of shiver that only happened after getting cold water poured down your body. For a moment, my whole body was frozen in stock since his action had caught me off guard to the point where I couldn't properly digest this sudden act. "M...move," was the first word I managed to say after a long while of trying to regain my voice and sanity, telling myself not to be affected by his words and actions. After all, this was the best thing I could do for myself and my late child. "Our? How dare you say our? Our baby? Where were you when I needed your help? Where were you when I wa
ARIA'S POV; " Please, can we talk later? Do you promise to call me so we can talk? I'm so sorry about yesterday. I didn't know anything about those things that happened," another string of Damien's apology filtered into my ears for the tenth time that morning. Sleep had been so far from me throughout the night and sharing a room with my mother hadn't been pleasant due to her insistence on trying to get me to talk to her. At times like this, I wondered if she was being inconsiderate and not even giving me time to think about the shocking information I had only gotten to know about yesterday. As I made my way out of Damien's mansion with my luggage in tow, and only one place in mind for me to head to, I ignored Damien who kept trying to talk to me. Call me petty but knowing his parents had a hand in the misfortune of my father and if worse, his miserable death was all shades of angering. Knowing I'd possibly have no choice but to listen to him sooner or later or have hi
ARIA'S POV; I stepped into Damien's room, feeling a mix of nerves and anticipation. Every bit of confidence I had before stepping into his home crumpled in an instant. I wasn't sure what to expect, but I was determined to learn. Damien closed the door behind me and gestured to the pole in the center of the room. "Okay, first things first, we need to get you comfortable with the pole." I was glad there was no form of talk or awkward discussion and we were just going to get right into it. I nodded, my eyes fixed on the shiny metal rod. Damien walked over to me and handed me a pair of high heels. "Put these on. You'll need to get used to dancing in them." I took the shoes and slipped them on, feeling the familiar click of the heels on the floor. Damien nodded in approval. "Good. Now, let's start with some basic moves." I was glad I had chosen to put on a trouser and a crop top before coming here and to avoid me being in an awkward situation. I pulled off my jacket, handin
Aria's pov; "Look me in the eyes and say all you just said now and I promise I'd let you go and would never appear in your sight again," said Ronald, tightening his hand around while but the seriousness in his voice and the air being thick with tension was the only thing that reminded me not to push this further than I already have. I didn't have to turn to look at him to know he was dead serious and this itself was like being monitored and my hands being tied together, unable to do a thing. "Aria, look me in the eyes and say all you just said again and I swear it, I'll let you go," said Ronald for the second time in all seriousness. My hand which I was just about to pull out of his remained frozen, different thoughts and scenarios running through my head. There were only two ways to this thing. If I truly wanted him out of my life and only claimed him to be a buyer, then by all means, I ought to let him go. Instead, I couldn't find myself doing that and it was as if I co
ARIA'S POV; I've always had a thing with laying on the bed and then closing my eyes, fully aware of my surroundings. As best as I could, it was a coping mechanism of shutting myself out from the things I had to face after waking. The smell of disinfectant and drugs hadn't been familiar since the past month when I didn't have to visit my father in the hospital again. I let my eyes remain closed, only letting my ears do the work of figuring out our surroundings and my nose also do a bit of work. Aside the strong smell of disinfectant, there was the scent of Ronald. My stomach flipped just strong fingers I knew belonged to him gently squeezed mine. The last time I had seen him was when he had waved me off to the club and Caroline asking him about an adoption he was yet to tell her. Curious as to what he was going to say while I pretended to be asleep, I laid unmoving, letting his hand squeeze mine in reassurance while trying not to react to the spark between us. There
ARIA'S POV;I walked through the school gates, feeling a mix of emotions. It happened to be my first day back after the accident, and I was nervous about seeing everyone again, not knowing whether the news had spread already.My mind went back to the brief meeting I had with the dean of my faculty earlier this morning. It was a letter reminding me about the part of my tuition fee I had to pay. “Aria Marblemaw, opportunities like this are rare. So, I suggest you try to meet up as best as you can. The college has helped you enough to the best of its abilities and now, you'll have to do the same,” the dean had said to me and every one of her words hit a certain part of me that had pushed me into picking this college and coming here in the first place, far away from home. Thankfully, my mother had gone back home, leaving me to continue my job back at the club but unlike before where the profit had seemed enough, now, I became aware of how behind I was. As I made my way to my lecture ha
KHALEESI’S POV; Darkness slowly carried me and I willingly let it, too weak to fight against it. Shadows floated above me and I fought for my consciousness, hoping to bring myself out of whatever state this was. Forcing my eyes open, I closed them back immediately, trying to get used to the sudden brightness that almost blinded me. I forced them open again, only to see shadows swimming at the edges of my vision, their hands stretching out to me as if asking me to come. Their hands were spread out towards me, inviting me and immediately, I tried to force my eyes open. “Ah!” With a loud gasp, i sat up on the bed, my eyes flew open, my back cold with sweat and a creepy feeling crawling up my spine. The cold that slowly washed over me was none like no other and the odd scent of burning wood happened to wake my senses. Staring around me, the first thing that came in sight was a small traditional pot with a small fire burning at the middle. Slowly, I let my eyes roam towards the
Aria's pov; If you were to ask me years back that how did I picture how my first time making live was going to be, then I was ready to tell you a lengthy story about it. I was prepared to even given out details that were never true but I hoped was going to come true. Each and everytime I had painted images in my head, there happened to be a point where a gentle tweak was going to happen and there after, there was a possibility of everything changing, like a whole new scene. As I sat back on the recliner chair, thinking about the past of the thoughts I had back then when I had no idea that things like this wasn't going to happen, a smile spread on my face just thinking about it. What had I pictured my first time with my lover was going to be? At that period, most ladies my age had all had their fair share of what sex was but yet, there I was, in a whole new fantasy of mine. I had prioritized having these thoughts over going out to experience them myself and then Cole came
Aria's POV; Today was supposed to be my father's burial, where I was supposed to peacefully lay him to rest without any worry but instead, my mind was more on something else. Deep down, I was curious as to how none of my father's relatives had been introduced to me up until his death. A sudden flash of the adoption documents I had accidentally found in my father's drawer came into my mind. Was he adopted? Is that why I haven't seen any of his relatives? Every attempt to ask my mother had been futile since she was still in mourning, finding it hard to cope with the loss of her husband. “Are you going to be fine? You only just entered college, and now, you have to bear this brunt and carry this on your shoulder,” one of the neighboring people I've always known said with a small squeeze on my shoulder. She bent a bit, seeing as I was a few inches taller than her, before taking my hand into hers. Staring into her watery eyes, once again, the bitterness and pain I had be
Aria's POV; Today was supposed to be my father's burial, where I was supposed to peacefully lay him to rest without any worry but instead, my mind was more on something else. Deep down, I was curious as to how none of my father's relatives had been introduced to me up until his death. A sudden flash of the adoption documents I had accidentally found in my father's drawer came into my mind. Was he adopted? Is that why I haven't seen any of his relatives? Every attempt to ask my mother had been futile since she was still in mourning, finding it hard to cope with the loss of her husband. “Are you going to be fine? You only just entered college, and now, you have to bear this brunt and carry this on your shoulder,” one of the neighboring people I've always known said with a small squeeze on my shoulder. She bent a bit, seeing as I was a few inches taller than her, before taking my hand into hers. Staring into her watery eyes, once again, the bitterness and pain I had been desp