Chase returned to the tree he had left his father and the children, but they were nowhere to be found. Heaving a sigh, he reached for his phone and dialed his father's number. Richard picked up at the first ring, and Chase found himself relaxing his shoulders. "Where are you, father?" "We had to get some ice cream, son. Where are you? You know we have to head to the hospital to prepare for the surgery." A small smile formed on Chase's face, it had to. He slid his phone back into his pocket and started to make his way to the ice cream truck, searching for his father. He was happy to see that his father who felt as though the world was going to crumble into shards light up with happiness all of a sudden. Chase tilted his neck to watch three children run around a ferrous wheel. He could feel the happiness that followed having kids around, now that he knew he had kids of his own. He could tell his father was feeling it too. His father was now willing to have the surgery, and would
Mackenzie tore her eyes away from Chase and Calista. She also found herself twirling her son's hair with her index finger. She stared outside the window, trying to keep all her thoughts in one place, but it was almost of no use. "Would the kids be going to school tomorrow?" It was Chase's voice that snapped her out of her reverie, the voice had always been strong enough to do many things to her. She sniffed in and shook her head. "No. They are…uhmm, actually on a break throughout this week." "I see. I have to be in the office tomorrow, and I will also need to go to the hospital for my father's surgery." Chase replied. He did not sound furious or ice cold anymore, but Mackenzie knew better than to make any assumptions. "Should I bring them to the hospital tomorrow?" Chase looked down at sleeping Calista. His heart danced to the rhythm of her slow breaths. "You don't need to do that. I would like for them to be away from the public eye for now. They might be in danger, with how
Mackenzie pulled the duvet over her daughter's body and leaned in to kiss her forehead. She found herself squeezing the part of the wooden bed her hands could touch. Chase was just behind her, and she could feel his stare burn through the skin of her neck. She had felt as though she had been walking on eggshells since he arrived, yet there was a part of her overjoyed to have him there, to have him with her kids, and with her. She turned to look at him and found him staring at her, his hands tucked into his pocket. He did not wear a smile on his face, but there was something relaxed about him, an air of joy she had not sensed before. "There, they are both asleep." She spoke, a nervous chuckle escaped her lips, and he smiled as he watched them. Heavens! He was so…charming. "Yeah, they both needed it. It's been a long day." Mackenzie nodded, saying nothing. The next thirty seconds was spent in silence. Mackenzie locked her fingers together behind her back. She was suddenly aware o
Chase Axford turned to look at the door behind him one last time, before he picked out his phone from his pocket. The cold night breeze swept past his face with force, causing him to sneeze. He dialed his father's number immediately. Chase tapped his right foot on the ground absentmindedly, until his father answered the call. "Chase my boy!" He sighed wigh relief once he heard his father's voice. "How are you doing dad?" "Nothing much, my boy. Just getting prepared for the big surgery." An easy laugh escaped his throat. "The doctor says I'll be able to do it at midnight. I can't exactly say I'm looking forward to it, but I just want this to be over."Chase clutched his phone in his right hand. "Midnight? I'll be on my way dad, I…" "No, no. Go home and rest, Chase. You really need the rest. Today has been way too much for anyone, I'll be fine." He narrowed his eyes on his vehicle. He wanted to believe all that his father had said, but he was too worried to do so. "Are you
Chase Axford made sure to drag himself to work the next morning, even though he had not initially planned to be there. He climbed down from his Tesla and strolled into the building with all the positive energy he could muster - every iota that flowed through his veins. There was a new and different glow about him, he could feel it, he could see it, and he sure as hell wasn't the only one. He noticed the stares from the doormen, and even the receptionist as they greeted him. He nodded in response, not with a smile, but he was certain they could tell he was more energetic than ever before. Chase smiled to himself and shook his head as the elevator doors opened up and he took the first step into his office corridor, tucking both hands into the pockets of his army green suit pants. He had barely gotten to his office door when his personal assistant, Nora, ran up to him. The sight of the young female running in stiletto heels while trying to keep her glasses on her nose bridge made him
Eleanor pushed her son's door open with one swift kick. The sound of glasswares crashing against the marble tiles was powerful enough to draw her attention. Once the door was open, she caught Jeffrey swinging a bat against the screen of his LED TV. Eleanor flinched once the glass screen shattered into pieces all over the floor. Jeffrey clenched the bat in his fists, shoulders trembling and sweat pouring from his head to his bare chest as he shivered. It wasn't from the cold temperature, but from the boiling anger that brewed within him. The muscles of his back threatened to tear his skin open. Eleanor's lips thinned in disgust. She held the door open and stepped into his room. Her right foot stepped on shard of glass and she groaned in frustration. His room was a total mess. He had thrown his books and shelves to the ground. His sheets and pillowcases were in shambles. His TV screen was shattered, all his favorite sculptures he collected to show off his father’s wealth were nothin
"Hey, hey, baby." Mackenzie called out to her baby girl, squatting before her and patting the back of her head. Calista's tear filled eyes looked up at her, and Mackenzie swallowed hard. They had just finished breakfast, and Mackenzie was only half done with clearing the dishes when Calista began asking for her father. "You don't have to cry, baby." She kissed Calista's right cheek, but it did not seem to be enough. The little girl continued to stare at her with sad eyes. "I had a dream last night, and I saw daddy. Did I really see my daddy yesterday?" Mackenzie's heart twisted in her chest, a sharp and painful twist. She cupped Calista's cheeks and smiled sweetly at her. "Of course baby, you saw your daddy. He spent the whole day with you and Cameron, and even tucked you to sleep." "But he didn't sleep on Cameron's bed, so where is he?" Calista replied, stubbornly. Mackenzie heaved a sigh, and looked around the small dining room before she said anything. "Don't worry baby, o
Mackenzie squeezed the collar of her shirt and tore her apron off her in the process. She needed to breathe. Charlotte, on the other hand, moved to the littke girl. She lowered her body in a squat and cupped Calista's cheeks. "What's wrong, sweety? You were supposed to be watching cartoons with Cameron. Did something happen?" Calista shook her head, a silent sign for no. She raised her eyes to spare her mother a short glance, but Charlotte remained in front of her, patiently waiting for an explanation. "Cameron changed channels by accident, aunt Charlotte, and the news came up. Mummy, you need to see this! Our new grandpa is on TV mummy!" Calista cried out again. This time, she walked past Charlotte and held her mother's right leg firmly, pulling and urging Mackenzie to go with her. Mackenzie's heart skipped ten beats at once. At the mention of Richard, Chase's father, she sprang up from her stool and picked Calista up from the ground. She held her daughter in her arms and rushe
EPILOGUECameron felt nostalgic, sitting down in the same seat he had been sitting—six months ago—when he met the woman of his dreams. She had walked on the stage with a grace only a swan could possess and she had captivated his attention and stolen his heart not long after. But compared to Cameron's first visit to the bar, he noticed how empty the bar was. It was heavily decorated—surprisingly—but also unoccupied. Cameron's eyes swept over the room, taking in every decoration that seemed to have been done with precision. Balloons, ribbons, candles, everything felt strangely comforting.He was still sweeping over the area with his eyes when the lights suddenly went out, leaving him in the dark. "Hey, is anyone here?!" He called out into the darkness, hoping someone would hear and come to his aid. It was odd that he heard no noise at all but what felt even more odd to him was the fact that he had agreed to go over to the bar in the first place.Calista had caller earlier and said some
"Don't you think it would be better to just ask her stuff about them? We know them individually but Liza knows them personally." Emily said to her knucklehead sister, knowing she had just found a solution to their six hour long problem but another one was secretly embedded in Calista seeing her suggestion as a good approach to things or if she wouldn't. Luckily for both of them, Calista bought the idea. "Why didn't I think of that sooner?" She asked no one in particular as she flashed a huge smile at her little sister, wondering how their parents had given birth to such a brilliant child. It wasn't like Calista and her twin brother, Cameron, were a disaster, it was just that, Emily was, well, better.But smart or not, Calista was in the middle of planning for the best proposal ever and she wanted everything to be perfect. Cameron had—unsurprisingly—entrusted her with the task of making sure everything went well with his proposal to Liza and Emily had just given Calista a stepping sto
Turns out reconciliation wasn't as hard as Chad had assumed it to be. It was just surprising how easily his family had accepted him back, as if he had not walked out on them over ten years ago. How could they be so loving after everything he had put them through? Chad couldn't wrap his head around the whole situation at all. But that wasn't all he was battling in as he stood at the balcony of his new apartment, looking down at the street just opposite his place. From where he was, Chad could see different people moving around in pairs and some, even in groups.Anyone could clearly see how different they all were, occupied in their little worlds, without any knowledge of what was to come next for any of them. But still, they kept moving, defying the odds over and over again and just basically living life the way they pleased. It was scary but very admirable. The strangers reminded him so much of Calista, the artist that had woven her way into his heart as unexpectedly as the rain wou
"I don't think we should be doing this every morning, Annie. I will be late for work and Calista wouldn't like you coming in late either. Do you want to upset your coach? I thought you adored her, it seems like I was wrong." Liza knew the best way to get her eight year old out of the house was by emotional blackmailing and at the moment, it was working perfectly.In no time, Annie raced down the stairs, carrying her carrier along with her. Liza found herself staring at her daughter and thinking about how things had changed so much in just two months. It felt surreal but then, change had always been a scary thing for her, this time wasn't an exception. "Are you ready, mum?" Annie asked with an accusing glare fixed on her face. Liza felt she was ready but according to Annie's standards of being ready, she was far from it. Her hair wasn't yet in its usual ponytail and Liza's bag was somewhere in the apartment, instead of her arm. But how could she get her bag as quickly as Annie wanted?
Waking up didn't seem as tiresome as it used to be anymore for Chad, infact, the start of a new day excited him–especially this day. It was the day he was finally going back home but that wasn't what was exciting to him. Just the thought of introducing a woman like Calista Axford to his family was thrilling. There was a chance that his enthusiasm would be shared but Chad was past caring. Calista was his and that was all that mattered to him. His father had always been a critically judgemental man and if anyone could thaw his ice cold heart, Chad was sure Calista was the perfect candidate for the job. Wasn't he proof enough of her skills?Chad couldn't believe he had walked into a random gallery and had met tye woman or his dreams. It was even more dreamy because he had never envisioned the kind of life he was now getting accustomed to. In his case, seeing really was believing. Calista's love was something he had to experience to believe it could happen to him. Standing up with a sm
“Are you sure you don't want me to accompany you to the hospital? It does'nt seem like thats the only place you'd be visiting today, though.” Emily spoke under her breath, watching her sister turn the wardrobe in and out, looking for an outfit to wear to her doctor's appointment. No, it wasn't weird at all that Calista suddenly wanted to put an effort into her choice of clothing. Weird was not the word, surprising was. Emily felt something was going on with her sister but she wanted Calista to spill the beans herself. It didn't make waiting for the reveal an easy task.Calista could barely see her sister's suspicious stare, her head had been in the wardrobe for what seemed like an eternity. Pulling herself out for a second, she shot Emily a blank stare, “What do you mean by that?” her question was as confused as the look she had plastered on her face.“I am not a child, Cali,” Emily retorted, moving towards the wardrobe. “I know something is up with you, something sweet and most like
Driving to Liza's place, Cameron found himself entertaining the same thoughts as Chad. Forever didn't look bad at all but how was he going to get there? How was he going to show this defensive single mother that he was ready to lend her a helping hand for a long time?Cameron was brainstorming when his phone started ringing, snatching his attention back to the present. He quickly turned off the radio—that no one was actually listening to—and picked up the call. Stephanie's voice echoed in the car, claiming even Annie's attention.“Good day, Sir,” she greeted politely, “I wanted to let you know that the contract has been drawn out for the deal but it requires your signature, sir.” there was urgency in her voice, it made Cameron feel uneasy. Usually, deals of this magnitude didn't require much stress.“Didn't we already do that in the meeting?” he inquired flatly, flashing Annie a quick smile. For some unknown reason, he felt she could sense his unease. “Alright then,” he said in resign
Chad's first thought was to kill Jason for going behind his back and selling off the painting but when he had been told who the purchaser was, he had wanted to kill himself instead. There was no other way around it, he just had to get to Calista first.As Chad rode his bike to the gallery, he realized he had no idea what to say to her. His initial plan had been to show her the portrait at the exhibition and then have her take it home as a present. But that would have been after Chad had revealed his identity as her anonymous artist.It was a simple plan, it should have worked. Only that it didn't work at all. Infact, it had gone terribly wrong. They had been too occupied—kissing in the balcony—and Calista had ended up leaving without seeing the portrait. Then, the potrait had ended up in Cameron's possession.I will just have to let her know that I am Hell's Demon and apologize for not telling her sooner, Chad concluded in his head as he pulled into the street that led to the gallery.
Motherhood, they say, always came with some exciting changes but to Liza, they were more terrifying than fun. She couldn't deny the fact that she used to enjoy it but with Annie growing older with each passing day, Liza found herself questioning her sanity, along with a good number of things.“Mum, you know the bus leaves in ten minutes, right?!” Annie called out to her mum as she hurriedly packed up her paintings. They never went early to anything at all and even though Liza detested tardiness, she had unconsciously become an ambassador of it.Breathlessly, Liza rushed into the living room, hauling her purse along with Annie's art equipments. That was the name for Annie's art supplies because she felt 'supplies' was a mundane word. The eight year old had put up quite a lengthy explanation —afterwards—and Liza had been forced to go along with it.Ignoring her very sweaty mother, Annie quickly grabbed the materials from Liza and started stuffing them into her carrier. The school had od