VIVIAN
I stood in front of my art piece, Anticipation taking the best of me.
The gallery was filled with people,their hushed conversations and murmurs kept seeming into my ears
Today is one of the best day of my life..if not the best. ,I've never felt so fulfilled, happy and filled with so much life. This art piece is my life,my work of three months. I've dedicated my time and my heart into making it
I gazed at my installation- a canvas of torn fabric,broken chains and splattered paint. I felt so proud and vulnerable. This was my declaration of independence,my refusal to be bound by the chains of conformity.
The crowd began to disperse,and a group of art critics and collectors gathered around my installation,their keen eyes assessing each details of the piece
My anxiety grew up. I knew this was the moment,the moment I've been waiting for my whole life. My chance to make a name for myself,a name that is not Everhart.
The fist person that stepped forward was James.
He's a popular critics,well known for his scathing and taunting reviews.
I once was present in a gathering where he criticize a lady's work beyond imagination. Tears filled the lady's face that day and I felt so bad for her.
"And who is the rebellious mind behind this... unconventional piece?"
His voice jilted me out of my reverie
I took a deep breath and introduced myself,my voice steady.
"I'm Vivian. This installation represents the struggle to break free from societal expectations and forge one's own part "
Oscar raised an eyebrow,his interest piqued.
"Ambitious." He mused
"I see elements of abstract expressionism but the message feels.. personal. Tell me Vivian,what inspired..this?"
My gaze drifted to my art piece and then to him.
"I felt inspired to make this piece,it screams freedom. Freedom for anyone whose life feels suffocated by people's expectations."
The room fell silent, the only sound the soft hum of the gallery's music.
James nodded thoughtfully, his expression softening.
"I see. Well, Vivian, you've certainly made a statement. I look forward to seeing more of your work in the future."
As the crowd dispersed, a flurry of business cards and compliments enveloped me. My art had resonated with strangers, and for the first time in my life, I felt truly seen.
For a brief, shining moment, I forgot that the word happiness isn't meant for me. I could feel alive and happy for a moment and something must definitely squeeze its way in to ruin it.
As I scanned the crowd, my eyes fell on a familiar figure at the back of the gallery - my father, Fred.
His disapproving gaze was obvious,snuffing out the spark of joy that had been burning inside me.
My heart sank, my stomach twisting into knots. I never expected him to be here.
I had lied to him about going to the gym, and now I was caught red-handed. I watched in dread as he walked out of the room, and I followed suit immediately,
I had been so careful,so meticulous in keeping the art exhibition a secret from him, knowing fully well the backlash I would face if he found out.
His words echoed in my mind,a painful reminder of the countless times he had belittled my artistic pursuits.
He had once destroyed my sketchbook and pains dismissing them as a waste of time, insisting that I focus on something more "real" and practical like taking over his company
But to me,art was more than a hobby - it was my passion, my lifeline and one thing that made me feel truly alive.
I got to the parking lot and watched as his car disappeared into the night
I walked back to my car, feeling a sense of dread wash over me. I knew I had to face him eventually,and I wasn't looking forward to it. I started the engine and began to drive home,my mind replaying the confrontation that was to come
I pulled into the driveway and saw Fred standing on the front porch,his arms crossed over his chest. His face was stern and disapproving,I knew that look too well.
I stepped out of the car and made my way into the house with Fred's gaze following me.
I braced myself the expected as I entered his house and as expected,he wasted no time in voicing out the expected confrontation
"How could you betray me like this Vivian?" He demanded,his voice laced with anger and disappointment.
"You know how I feel about your foolish dreams of becoming an artist"
"We've had this conversation several times dad and I'm still standing on my claim. This is my career. I'm finally doing what I love, and I'm good at it. That's not foolish "
I said, trying to keep my voice calm.
" You call this a career? It's a hobby, Vivian. A waste of time"
He sneered, his face reddening with anger.
"It's not just a hobby, Dad. It's my passion. And I'm making a name for myself in the art world. You've always dismissed my passion for art. You've never supported me,never encouraged me and now, you're angry because I pursued it anyways"
I argued, standing my ground.
"I'm telling you Vivian "
Fred's face reddened with anger.
"It's a hobby,not a real job. And look what it's done to our family. It killed your mother for crying out loud!"
I felt a stinging sensation, like he had slapped me.
I felt my breath catch in my throat. A wave of grief and anger crashing over me. How dare he use my mother's memory against me.
" You don't have to bring her death up everytime. It has nothing to do with this dad" I protested, tears welling up in my eyes.
"Art killed your mother Vivian. I want you love a more successful life. Your mom wasted her life on her own dreams, and now you're doing the same"
He spat, his anger boiling over.
I took a step back, feeling the sting of his words.
"I won't give up on my dreams, Dad. And I won't let you control me" I said, my voice firm.
"Fine! If that's how you want it, then you're no longer my daughter. I disown you!. Art or me, it's time you decide"
He shouted, his face purpling with rage.
His words landed like a physical blow, knocking the breath from my lungs and leaving me reeling in shock.
My father just brought the proposition of choosing between him or art.
I disown you
The words ring bell again and I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but I refused to back down.
"I'm sorry you feel that way, Dad. But I won't change who I am to please you"
I said, my voice steady.
As soon as the words left my mouth, Dad's expression changed from anger to regret.
He took a step forward, his hands outstretched. "Vivian, I didn't mean it. Please, come back..."
But I was already gone, storming out of the house, leaving him alone in the silence. I didn't look back, didn't stop until I was blocks away, my heart pounding in my chest. I felt lost and alone, but I knew I'd made the right decision. I wouldn't let anyone, not even my father, dictate my life.
I was finally standing up for myself, finally chasing my dreams. And no one, not even my father, could take that away from me.
VIVIANI glanced at my car,parked in the driveway,and for a moment,the temptation to flee in the familiar comfort of its embrace was almost overwhelming but my pride repelled against the idea,I wouldn't use anything my father had given me. Not now,not after what he said.I knew my father said that statement thinking I'd change my mind but no,I'm never going backWith a heavy heart, I hailed a cab and gave the driver my best friend Vera's address. I had nowhere else to go, no one else to turn to. Vera had always been my rock, my confidante. She would understand. She would take me in and help me pick up the pieces of my shattered life.As the cab stopped in front of Vera's apartment building, I paid the driver and got out. I trudged up the stairs, feeling like I was walking to my own execution. My legs felt heavy, my feet dragging on the ground as I approached her door and knocked,there was no answerI frowned, confusion gnawing at the edges of my mind.She couldn't have gone anywhere,t
KIANI sat at my desk, sipping my coffee and gazing out the window at the city skyline, my mind focused on the upcoming business deal with the Forsythes.Suddenly, my phone rang, shattering the silence. I groaned as I reached for it, knowing exactly who it was. My grandfather's name flashed on the screen, and I hesitated for a moment before answering."Kian, we need to talk"He said, his voice firm and commanding.I sighed, rubbing my temples. "What is it, Grandfather? I'm busy.""Busy?"He repeated, his voice laced with disapproval."You're always busy, Kian. But this can't wait. You need to get married. You're 30 years old, and you still haven't settled down with a suitable wife."I rolled my eyes, feeling a surge of frustration."I've heard this before, Grandfather, and my answer is still no. I'm not going to marry some woman just to please you and the family. I have my own life to live.""Your own life?"He repeated, his voice cold and menacing. "You're a Blackwood, Kian. You ha
VIVIANIf someone had told me just days ago that I'd be disowned by my father, the man who was supposed to love and support me unconditionally, I would have brutally disagreed. And if they had also told me that the two people I trusted most in this world, my best friend and my confidant, would betray me in the worst possible way, I would have thought they were crazy. But life has a way of proving us wrong, and now here I am, standing in front of a stranger who has just asked me to marry him."Wait..what?"I blinked continuously trying to process his words."I want you to marry me Vivian"He repeated,his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made me quiver"Now you're definitely crazy"I burst into another round of laughter""I want you to marry me for a year and in return, I'll find your art career. I'll give you everything you need to succeed -studio space,materials, connection, everythingHe said,his voice calm and collected.Someone remind me to not get drunk again. How mu
KIAN AND VIVIAN KIANI watched Vivian keenly as she spoke, her beauty captivating me more than the previous night or morning. Her dress clung to her curves perfectly, accentuating her figure.Ohh Kian,you seriously aren't thinking about this"But I have my terms" She said, her hands twitching nervously."What are those?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowed in curiosity."On the condition that we depict the perfect couple's life only in public" She began, her words spilling out rapidly."But while indoors, you stay clear of me. No attachment, none of those loyalty shits. I can do whatever I want or be with whoever I want to be with."I scoffed, surprised by her audacity. Did she really think I wanted to be with her?"Deal, it is then" I concluded, and she quickly stood up from her seat."Uhm...Vivian" I called, reaching for her hand, but she yanked it away.Funny"I might not have included this, but you don't get to touch me either." She cooed,her gaze unwaveringI
AIDENAiden came just in time during Kian and Vivian’s love confession.“Hi beautiful, how are you doing, “he said as stretching his hands for a handshake towards Vivian.Vivian seemed surprised because Kian never informed her about anybody named Aiden in the family. She looked at Aiden and greeted him.Aiden faced Kian “ Did you not tell your girlfriend you had a uncle ?” he asked facing Kian.Grandfather Edward dropped his newspaper and folded it back on the table taking his cup of coffee into his mouth.“ Aiden! Why are you here?” He asked.Aiden chuckled “ My being here is a disturbance to the latest couples ?” he asked.Vivian smiled looking at Kian in confusion then she whispered into his ears “ Why didn’t you tell me you had an uncle?”.Kian looked at Vivian and could not say a word, Kian and Aiden has been a competitor for years.“ Hi uncle, well this is Vivian, my girlfriend” he said as he touched Vivian’s hands so she wouldn’t be scared.Aiden sits properly and smiled “ Fina
MARTHA AND KIANTrouble fumes like a wide air in the house as Kian fumed in anger when he went over to his mom’s room after escorting Vivian back into her room.Kian opened the door room without knocking and faced his mom.Martha sighed and dropped her cloths back on bed “ Have some manners Kian, I thought you well didnt I?” she asked.“Well you did, no doubt" he replied so terribly.Martha looked up to her son from the bed she was sitting on “ Okay so what’s the problem?” she asked looking at Kian in anger.“ Well I birthed you, I know what is right for you and what is not right for you, can you just listen and accept whatever I say for once ?”. She said begging Kian.Kian smiled in an angry manner looking very stressed with his mom’s actions about his decision ever he was a kid.“ I guess you dont, all you ever think about is yourself grandfather already accepted Vivian so what is it to you?” he asked pointing at the door .Martha moved towards her mirror and grabbed her phone “ so
AIDEN AND VIVIAN It was a sad morning when everyone was at the dining table without grandfather Edward, all the important shareholders of the company were invited. Kian’s expression was much better than that of yesterday’s. Aiden looked at Kian and smiled, he looked like he wanted to cause a scene “You two arent married yet ?” Aiden asked Vivian looked up wondering who he was talking to“ I am referring to you and Kian" Aiden said as he puts on a fake smileVivian looked at everyone’s face at the dining she then chuckled, turns out this family is a war place , no one loves eachother. I heard footsteps behind me, a very nice scent I couldnt get over came across my nose, I looked behind me as the steps sounded high,” it’s her again” I said to myself as I sighed. I picked up a cup and poured myself some water to drink so I can calm my nerves, why did I have to marry into a war home, luck has never been on my side aanyways.I looked up at Mira's face as she smiled at me “ Hi" Mira
MIRA AND KIAN I never thought Kian would be mine, I love this moment and I do not want it to end. “Oh my Goodness, why does his phone keeps ringing” Mira said as she turned Kian’s phone off“I want him to myself just for today” she added Mira changed her outfit and wore something sexy, but Kian was weak and couldnt move an edge, he opened his eyes and saw Mira then he slept back “What.. Wake up Kian, do not sleep, Dont make all my efforts waste, oh jeez" Mira said as she throw the pillow at Kian in anger Kian was wide asleep while Mira couldn’t sleep because her plans didnt work out but she undressed Kian. It was early in the morning around 7am when Kian woke up and found himself all naked beside Mira, Kian was shocked and tried to remember every details of what happened last night“ Wake up Mira" Kian said as he taps Mira slowly Mira opened her eyes and smiled at Kian “ You are awake”“What is the meaning of this ?” Kian asked“What ?”Kian stood up from the bed and changed b