It was a very cold and sad morning when Kian felt everything around him was crumbling, he couldn't begin the search for Vivian because grandfather was in a bad state. As he sat by his grandfather's bedside, holding his frail hand and trying to offer what little comfort he could, Kian's mind raced with thoughts of Vivian's disappearance and the eerie feeling that she was in grave danger.The old man's eyes fluttered open, and he gazed at Kian with a mix of sadness and urgency. "Find...Vivian," he whispered, his voice barely audible.Kian nodded, feeling a lump form in his throat. "I will, Grandfather. I promise."Just then, the door creaked open, and Martha entered the room, her eyes red from crying. She approached the bed, and Grandfather Edward's gaze shifted to her. He looked at her with a deep sadness and regret."Martha, I made a mistake accepting you for my son," he said slowly, his voice weak but filled with emotion. "Even though I knew what you were capable of, I still accepted
As Kian stood amidst the somber gathering, his eyes wandered across the room, taking in the familiar faces etched with grief. The air was heavy with the scent of flowers and the soft murmur of condolences. The pale light that filtered through the windows cast a melancholic glow on the scene, as if the sun itself was mourning the loss of Grandfather Edward.Kian's gaze settled on the array of photographs that adorned the walls, each one telling a story of happier times. He saw his grandfather's bright smile, his twinkling eyes, and his warm embrace. The memories came flooding back, and Kian's heart felt like it was shattering all over again.He remembered the countless times Grandfather Edward had been there for him, offering words of wisdom and comfort. He recalled the way his grandfather's eyes would light up when he spoke about his love for nature, and the way his face would soften when he spoke about his late wife.As Kian's thoughts drifted back to the present, he noticed a faint
Martha's gaze was fixed on Vivian as she stood before the casket, paying her last respects to their grandfather, Edward. Vivian's eyes were red-rimmed.As Vivian placed a white rose on the casket, Martha's gaze never got off VivianVivian turned to face the mourners, her eyes locking onto Martha's. For a moment, they just stared at each other.“Why are you here” Martha asked, her, gaze focused on Vivian.Vivian's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of defiance flashing across her face. "I came to pay my respects, just like everyone else," she replied, her voice low and even.Kian's eyes fixed on Vivian with a mix of guilt and defiance."Mother, please," Kian said finally, his voice firm but gentle. "This is not the time or place. Let us just get through the funeral, and then we can talk at home”.Martha's gaze never wavered, her eyes boring into Vivian like a cold, hard drill.Vivian's words were laced with anger and hurt, her voice trembling with emotion. "You have no right to decide who
As I gazed out the window, the vibrant colors of the morning seemed to mock me, a stark contrast to the darkness that had taken up residence in my mind. My phone buzzed with a flurry of messages from Kian, but I resolutely ignored them. I had made up my mind to sever all ties with my past and start anew.The memories lingered, however, refusing to be extinguished by my determination. The laughter, the adventures, the late-night conversations – all still lingered, taunting me with what could never be again. I felt like a shipwreck survivor, clinging to the debris of a shattered relationship, unable to let go.With a heavy sigh, I turned away from the window and began my daily routine, mechanically going through the motions. My mind, however, remained stuck in the quicksand of my thoughts, reliving moments I desperately wanted to forget.As I dressed and prepared for the day ahead, my gaze fell upon a photo on my dresser – a snapshot of Kian and me, our faces beaming with happiness. I f
Vera stopped me as I was walking out of the coffee shop. "Viv, wait," she said, her voice urgent. "Please, just hear me out."I turned to face her, my arms crossed over my chest. "What is it, Vera?" I asked, my voice firm.Vera took a deep breath. "I know I can't undo what's been done," she said. "But I want you to know that I'm ending things with Alex. For good, this time."I raised an eyebrow. "And why should I care about that?" I asked.Vera's eyes filled with tears. "Because I know how much he hurt you," she said. "And I'm sorry that I was a part of that. I'm sorry that I betrayed your trust."I looked at her, searching for any sign of insincerity. But all I saw was genuine regret and a deep sadness."Okay," I said finally. "I hear you. But it's going to take a lot more than words to make things right between us, Vera."Vera nodded, a small smile on her face. "I know," she said. "I'm willing to do whatever it takes to regain your trust. Can we start with a fresh start? A clean sla
My father sat beside me, his eyes filled with concern, waiting to hear my side of the story. "Who is the son she was talking about?" he asked, his voice gentle.I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. "Kian is my fiancé, Dad," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.My father's expression changed from concern to shock. "Kian?"I nodded, tears streaming down my face. "Kian is her son, we just happened to have a misunderstanding and I left the house”.My father's face darkened with anger. "That woman has some nerve," he muttered. "What did she say to you?"I recounted the entire conversation, including Martha's accusations and insults. My father listened intently, his expression growing angrier by the minute.When I finished, he put his arm around me and pulled me close. "Don't worry, sweetie. I wont allow her to bully you anymore ."I smiled, feeling a sense of gratitude towards my father. He had always been my rock, my confidant. And I knew that with him by my side, I c
They walked into a hotel, Mira wearing a big gown that cleverly concealed her growing stomach. They entered a luxurious suite, the soft lighting and plush furnishings enveloping them in a sense of opulence."Julian, you have to be careful," Mira cautioned, her voice low and urgent. "Don't just approach me anyhow in the mansion. I don't want anything that would put me at risk."Julian smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Okay, princess," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.Mira walked closer to the bed, her movements graceful despite her growing belly. Julian had already undressed, his chiseled physique visible beneath his underwear."What are you doing?" Mira asked, her voice laced with confusion.Julian raised an eyebrow. "Why are you acting so surprised?" he asked, his tone teasing.Mira's cheeks flushed. "I'm not acting surprised, it's just that I'm starting to get heavier," she said, her hand instinctively going to her stomach.Julian chuckled, his eyes crinkling at t
Vivian's POVEverything felt like a dream to me. My heart raced as I stood there, lost in thought, after hearing Martha and Kian's conversation. And the funniest part was Kian accepted to do it. I couldn't believe it. I felt like I was in a nightmare that I couldn't wake up from."It's better off this way," I said with a fake smile on my face, trying to convince myself that everything was okay. But deep down, I knew it wasn't.I stood up from the bed and dressed up, trying to start a new day with a smile on my face. I walked downstairs and saw my dad sitting in the living room. "Good morning, dad," I said with a smile, trying to hide my true feelings."Good morning, dear," he replied, looking up from his newspaper. "Can I have a word with you?" I asked, hesitating for a moment."Yes, of course," he replied, putting down his paper and looking at me with concern.But as I wanted to speak, something in me wanted me to keep it to myself. I didn't want to burden my dad with my problems. "N