“Do you need some help, sis?” Emily asked as if she had not asked just a minute ago. Calista was ready to fight her off with a saucepan. She could bloody well cook if she wanted to without everyone breathing down on her neck. Spaghetti could not be that hard to prepare.Her little sister was not so little anymore at twenty and Cameron had interrupted her interesting conversation earlier in the day to inform her that Emily was coming home for a school break. She was studying Photography and Media Coverage as a mini course in NYU and was in her final year. Where was Cameron? It was his idea to have a family dinner at the house they had all grown up in as a way of welcoming Emily back home. Calista would have been content with soaking up in her French double bath tub but family came first and she missed her grandfather. The old man practically lived alone except you counted the number of servants at his beck and call. Calista was about to add to her list of unreplied texts to he
“The bus is here, sweetie. Aren’t you ready yet?” Liz called from the bottom of the stairs. She had a ton of chores to do afterwards but she didn’t want to think about them at the moment. “One sec!” Anna, her daughter replied, running down the stairs with a flyer in her hand. “Good morning, Mom.” “Morning, baby. Trust you had a good night?” They embraced, Liz running her fingers into her daughter’s auburn corkscrew curls. She still could not believe she had ever thought to doing away with her precious gift. Shane may have ruined her life when he abandoned her to raise their daughter alone but he had given her someone to love as well. The bus honked outside again and broke through her trip down memory lane. “I did. I also did all my homework while I was waiting for you at May’s house. I forgot to give you this though.” She transferred the flyer to her mother and waited in anticipation. Liz sat on a kitchen stool, skimming through the many details on the rectangular piece of pape
It was the last day of the working week and despite how much Cameron admired the work his company, he couldn’t wait to kick back, put up his feet and welcome the weekend. It would have been more satisfying if he had someone to share it with. A woman specifically. A special woman in particular. Those hazel eyes were the last things he thought of for two nights now before going to bed. They were hot, heavy and direct at him like an arrow. He tried not to think of the singer who had seduced him with her voice and her luscious body. It was easier said than done. However, whenever he remembered that she was a mother and possibly someone else’s wife, his desire cooled. Of all the women in the world he could develop an attraction to, it just had to be a married woman. He cursed his bad luck and checked the time on his wristwatch. It was few minutes past three. Lunchtime. Finally. His secretary worked silently in her corner, paying no attention to him as he walked past her. She was a p
Calista sat behind her desk, feeling proud of herself for keeping her word. Despite her shouting match with her twin brother, she took some time to rebuild her courage. Their family dinner had been ruined and Belfer had taken her home. Her office was exactly the way she had left it. The cleaners could not have access to it because it had been locked for two years. At her command, they had it tidied up for her and she got to work. She was behind on so much and only an hour after her arrival, her desk was piled with invitations, requests and approvals to emboss her signature on. It was overwhelming for a mind that had been dormant for a long while. “Get Hudson in here,” she wearily said to her secretary through the intercom. She leaned into her wheelchair, her glasses almost sliding off her nose. She had hoped they would be temporary but now, they were a permanent part of her life. At the corner of her office, her unfinished painting was propped against the wall and covered with a
“Mom, I don’t know why you keep doing this to yourself. I only take your calls because I respect you but it changes nothing. I am never coming back home and that’s it,” he concluded with a note of finality. “Don’t be stubborn, son. Just do it for my sake. Your brother has accepted to take your place on the board and you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to anymore. Please come home—” “And be reminded everyday of my life that I am a failure because I could not be the man my father wanted me to be?” His question was met with silence from the other side of the phone and he smirked without humour. His mother might love him as she claimed but she could never go against her husband. “That’s what I thought. Good bye, Mom.” He ended the long distance call and dumped the phone beside him. Sometimes, he felt guilty of making his mother choose between her husband and her child but he never wanted her to have to pick sides. That was one of the reasons why he had left. He had jus
“No way,” Cameron disagreed, curling his lips at Kail’s suggestion. “I am not going in there tonight to watch you flirt with every female in a skirt.” Kail rolled his eyes childishly as Cameron drove his car into the club’s parking lot. “Dude, I don’t know what your problem is. Are you. . . are you gay? Is that it? Or not,” he took back his accusation when he saw Cameron’s scowl. He pursed his lips and thought of another approach to the topic. “It’s a club, man so it’s not my fault if there are women there. Besides, you enjoyed yourself the last time we were here.” Cameron looked away, afraid that Kail would discover how close the truth he really was. He had enjoyed himself because of that sexy singer. However, it would be pure torture to go back and stare at a woman who was taken. Did her husband even know what she was up to? What sort of man would allow his wife do such a demeaning job? It was none of his business but he could not help the bile of jealousy rising in his throat.
Liz froze, feeling the knife poke into her back relentlessly. Because it was dark, she could not see her attacker’s face and somehow, that made everything worse. “Ple-please, don’t hurt me,” she beckoned, pressing her palm against the inner pocket in her jacket where her night’s wages rested. “Then hand over the envelope, missy. I don’t have a lot of patience left.” Liz contemplated on her options. She knew some self-defense techniques but was fighting back really worth it? A vision flashed in her head and she saw herself bleeding on the ground. Her Annie would be alone with no one to take care of her the way only her mother could. No, it wouldn’t be worth it no matter how I look at it. There was no one passing by to help her and she would be gutted before she could scream. With a heavy heart, Liz dug her hand into her jacket and handed over her hard-earned money to the man behind her. He snatched it from her grip and roughly pushed her forward, making her stumble off balance
Huddling up in a stranger's car was the last thing Liz had expected to happen but the day had come with way too many surprises. For someone that fervently preached against strangers to her daughter, she realized she wasn't exactly the best teacher.“Is this the place?” Cameron's voice pierced through the silence in the car, causing Liz to drag her mind back to the present. Her eyes shifted from her hands to the building in front of her and she nodded slightly, confirming the location.The car eased to a stop as Cameron parked in front of Mrs Gladys home. From the dashboard, Liz could see it was way past 12am and she mentally braced herself. Nothing could help her escape the woman's wrath tonight.Stilling her mind, Liz pulled on the car's inner handle and got out of it. Cameron's eyes followed her movements as she made her way to the front door and even though she wasn't ready to admit it, she silently hoped he would go with her. Swallowing heavily, Liz dragged a deep breath and pres
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