The door was opened diverting her attention from the screen of her phone on which the picture of her handsome husband in nothing but a pair of black boxer shorts was displayed. As she looked up, an involuntary smile appeared across her lips but it vanished as soon asshe took in his appearance and expression.He looked worn out, with disheveled hair. And his expression was hardand...cold. Then everything that he had said over thephone call, came into her mind. She got up from the couch and strolled towards him. But before she could even reach him, he turned andproceeded up the stairs."Cain." She called him from behind but that did not stophim. He kept on going up the stairs. "Cain, wait. I want to talk to you. Please." She said loudly but softly. But still, he did not stop to even acknowledge her. Hekept on walking as if he did not hear her."What is up with you? Why are you not talking to me? You did not even call me and when I did, you did not pick. What has happened? Please, t
"Here, Mrs. Hutton. Apply this ointment on the bruise at least twice daily, and it will be good." The doctor said while adjusting his thick black rimmed reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, handing the ointment to Cali who took it from him and placed it beside her on the bed and looked over at Cain. He was not in his usual mood, or maybe he was. After all, he was always in a brooding mood. Right? He was clenching his jaws tight while balling his hands into fists hanging by his sides as he glared at the doctor. The poor doctor was failing to notice it since he was busy attending his patient, who happened to be Cali. When he went on to touch her to check the severity of her injury, Cain almost lost it but controlled himself, somehow. The doctor was just doing his duty there. And Cali's health mattered to him the most. "The fall has caused a pretty bad contusion. But nothing looks serious. And the best thing is, she had not hit her head and did not hurt her backbone or spinal cord
(Twenty one years ago... It was almost midnight and everywhere was covered with darkness with no light except the shine coming from the moon and an old street light at the far end of the alley which was flickering like that in a horror movie. And in the alley, was walking a woman, dressed sophisticatedly. But something was wrong. Her appearance looked disheveled and she had covered herself with a black shawl as she walked down the alley, no, nearly ran down the alley, like she was running for her life from someone. But she was careful all the way as she was not alone. She was carrying a soft blanket in which laid a baby who was sound asleep. Soon, she reached such a place that she had prayed all the way to find. An orphanage. That was it. It was the place where she could leave her baby. Her baby girl, whom she had to keep safe at any cost. She had promised her husband that she would keep her safe, even if she had to die for it. She looked at her sleeping baby. Just looking at her slee
(Twenty one years ago) continues.... To say Jedd was frustrated and angry, would be an understatement. He was furious, more than furious. And why won't he be? After all, that ring was nowhere to be seen. That bitch lied to him. Where would she have had kept it? He had no idea. And on top of everything, she was dead. Which meant he could not do anything else but to wait for his brother to return and to tell him the story which he had made. He would make him hate her....On the other side, in the orphanage, the mere five or six months old baby was still sleeping. The lady who took her in was now conversing with the warden of the orphanage to talk to the manager for granting her permission to let that adorable baby stay there and not to give her up for adoption as this was too early. The baby had just been found there and they were planning on giving her up for adoption the next day. But the lady who took her in, won't let them."Ginie, you don't understand. Our orphanage does not hav
He was sitting on his swivel chair inside his office, thinking about his wife as always. What would she be doing right now? That was the question he asked himself for the hundredth time maybe. He wanted to call her but his pride would not let him do that. He sighed. It was lunch time now and he wanted to eat with her, feed her with his own hands. Then wipe the corners of her mouth and then kiss her, passionately. 'Stop it, Cain. You are mad at her.' He told himself. But did she really do that? He still could not believe that. 'Maybe, there was some technical issue?' He thought to himself. Yes, that could be. He knew how sweet and kind she was. She could never do such a thing. And on that day, she was too worried and stressed as well just as much as he was, for his father. 'No, she could not have done that. God! I should have talked with her to clear things between us rather than shunning her like that. Now, she must be pissed. Oh God, what have I done?' He mentally cursed himself.
"Am I disturbing you two in your precious little moment?" Cali jumped as soon as she heard that cold voice which belonged to her husband. She looked at him while he stood at the threshold of their bedroom door with his hands clenched by his sides and with a plastic bag in his right hand. She looked back at Horace, and he was glaring at Cain. Though she knew why he was angry but what was with that behavior of his a moment ago? What was he even thinking? Never had he kissed her anywhere before apart from her forehead. Then, what about that...kiss on the cheek? Oh, did he already get to know that Cain had arrived and was trying to provoke him like the last time he did? She could not think of any other reason as of why he did that. Cain was giving him death warnings through his cold eyes that shone with a dangerous glint. He went further inside and flung the plastic bag onto the nightstand and stood infront of both of them who were still sitting down. He was quite excited about coming ba
"Have you had your breakfast?" He asked looking at her with stern and narrowed eyes and she avoided his eyes by looking everywhere but at him. She was sure that he had asked Mrs. Carter about if she had her breakfast and she would have told him that she had ordered her to bring her some packed food. And she was aware that Cain did not like it a bit when she ate junk food, but whatever. She had not even eaten those. She was hungry but she would not tell that to him. "Y..yes, I had." She cursed herself for stuttering infront of him. His eyes narrowed into slits now. He was not looking convinced at all. She was praying mentally that he would not question anymore. He was just looking at her and then he nodded. "Okay, if you say so. Tell me what did you have for dinner?" He asked and that question caught her off guard. "Uh.." She trailed off, trying hard to remember what she had told Mrs. Carter to bring her earlier. Now, she wanted to open the drawer to see what all she had ordered. But
"I thought that finally I could have a love life but..." Jasmine could not complete her sentence as she continued to sob. Cali rubbed her back soothingly. "Can you tell me what actually happened?" She asked very softly. Jasmine nodded while trying to control her tears. "When I first met Damien, it felt like we had a connection and we started spending time together. Then after a month, he proposed that we should go on a vacation to spend some time together. So, I agreed. I had started falling for him. (Sobbing again) But during that vacation, I came to his reality. He...he is married, Cali. He is fucking married and he has a son." She explained still in tears. Cali's eyes widened. She was shocked. She did not know what else to say. Then Jasmine continued. "And he is such a jerk. He had the audacity to tell me that I could still be his mistress and that I should not tell anything about this to his wife." She had angry tears in her eyes when she finished. Cali had also tears in her eyes
The whole sky was filled with colors, blue, orange, and pink as Cali sat on a chair in her balcony with a mug of chocolate smoothie in her hands, watching the beautiful sunset. She smiled with her eyes closed, feeling the serene touch of slow wind. It had been three days since she came back to her country, and a whole week since that incident happened. It was still difficult for her to think about what Horace did to her. She thought of him as her best friend once. But looked like he was harbouring an unhealthy obsession for her all the while. If he loved her like he claimed he did, he would not have done all of that to her, kidnapping her and attempting to rape her. She was still in a trauma for days as she could not believe that that person who did all that to her, was Horace. That day, Cain and her father came to her rescue right on time. Horace was handed over to the police but before that he got beaten by Cain. He punched him until he became all bloodied with a broken nose and
"Mr. Russells, here is the current location of that ring. And it is stationery which means your daughter is in there or maybe she lost the ring somewhere there." Said Mr. Russo while them the computer screen. "Okay. Let's not waste any more time. We should go there and check first." Cain said quickly as he got up from his seat and dashed out of the penthouse. Mr. Russells thanked Mr. Russo and asked him to send the location and to keep an eye on any movement as he too dashed out. They both settled inside Cain's car and he started driving following the given location, all the while praying mentally for Cali to be there, safe and sound. * * * "Darling, wake up now. You have slept for so long and it is past lunch time already. Come on, wake up. See, I have brought you your favorite chocolate muffins and smoothie." A voice called out to her making her groan as she shuffled in the bed and slowly opened her eyes. Seeing that man with dark beard infront of her, she squinted her eyes and
It was already twelve in the noon but there was no trace of Cali. Cain had called and informed Mr. Russells about everything. He got hell worried because she never did any such thing before, at least not without telling him. They tried her number again and again but it was now switched off. And right now Mr. Russells was on his way to come here. Cain himself was hell scared and worried for her as he called his private investigator to investigate this matter and was now pacing back and forth in her room while waiting for Mr. Pietro's call. Where could she be? Soon, he got a call from him but got disappointed when he told him that there was still no lead of her and it was more difficult because no one knew with whom she went out and there was no camera fitted in here. Cali always liked her privacy and that was why she did not let her father fit surveillance in her penthouse. Cain sat on the floor holding his head in his hands. After two more hours, Mr. Russells arrived there. His fac
The doorbell of the mansion rang. One of the maids opened the door which revealed Mr. Cain Hutton. However, his state was completely disheveled, with messy hair, damp cheeks and dull looking eyes. The maid let him in. When he went in, he spotted Mr. Russells sitting at the dining table sipping on a glass of water. Looked like he just finished his lunch as it was already two in the afternoon. Cain had not eaten anything since morning but he could not care any less about that right now. The maid informed Mr. Russells of the arrival of Mr. Hutton there. "Mr. Hutton, what brings you here?" He asked him in a cold tone as he came out to the hall. Cain just remained standing there with his head hung low. He was ashamed and afraid too. He was thinking Mr. Russells knew about his and Callistaa's relationship. "Please have a seat, Mr. Hutton." He said in the same emotionless voice. He nodded and sat down along with him. He cleared his throat and said, "Mr. Russells, I don't know if you kno
"What the fuck!!" He groaned loudly when he read the news headline about his and Ivy's wedding. This deed must be done by his parents. They were trying to convince him to marry her since a long time now. That was why he stopped visiting or talking to them. But this was just too much to take in now. What were they thinking while doing this? What if Cali read this? Or had she already read it? Oh, no! He would lose her for good. No, he would not let this happen. He went into his car and drove off to his parents' mansion. He was going there after so long. And that too, not for a good reason. He sped up and soon he was in their driveway. "No, you listen to me Ivy! What do you mean by you will expose us? Huh? Don't tell me you don't want this. I know that you badly wanted to get married to my son. Then why all this drama now? Just zip it up and what you are told to do." He heard his mother's yelling while he stood there outside the door which was cracked open a tad bit. He frowned. Expos
"Yes, Harold. I am fine. I just called you to let you know that I am back here. And right now I am heading to my penthouse. Are you home?" Asked Cali. "What? But you did not even tell me that you were coming beforehand. I would have received you at the airport." Harold said from the other end. "No worries, Harold. And I am sorry that I could not tell you that I am coming. Well, it was just last night that I decided to come here and now here I am." She sighed after explaining to him. "Okay. Go home for now. I will be there with dinner and we will eat together." She smiled at that. "Thank you so much, Harold. You are so sweet." She said and he chuckled. "That I sure am." He replied cockily. She giggled. "Alright, see you." ....... "Home sweet home!" She sighed tiredly when she reached home. The house was clean and all because of the workers assigned there by her father. She went into her room and plopped on her bed. It was a hasty decision. She knew but she had to leave.
"Dad, actually I need to talk to you." Said Cali while playing with her food on the plate. It was the next morning and they were now sitting at the dining table having breakfast. Mr. Russells stopped eating and looked at his daughter with a concerned look. "Wait, don't tell me you are pregnant already?" He blurted out making her choke on her saliva. "What? No, dad. I am not...pregnant. Why would you think like that?" She asked as she gulped some water from her glass. "You know, I just don't trust that boy, what is his name again, Harold?" She nodded. "Yes, Harold. I don't trust him around you at all. He seems like a playboy to me." He grumbled. Cali laughed at her father. "Oh, dad. I don't know what you are saying but that is not true though. He is a real gentleman." She said trying to convince him otherwise. He shook his head. "Sweetheart, tell me one thing. Do you love that boy?" Her face lost all the look of laughter at that question. "Uh...dad..." She stuttered but could
Five days later.... Sitting inside her office cabin, Cali was trying to focus on her work but everytime her mind was drifting to the one and only man who was invading her dreams every night. Everyday in the office, she was anticipating his arrival. But he never came back once to see her after that day when she lied to him about being a gold digger five days ago. Five days, it had been five days since she had seen him. She even contacted his secretary two days back to remind him that they were to discuss the changes in that contract. She thought that he would come to the office even if just for the sake of that contract. But how wrong she was! He sent his secretary to her office instead and did not come there himself. She was getting vexed now. She wanted to use the boss card by demanding that his presence was needed here but refrained from doing so because if she did something like that, he would get the idea that he affected her which was true to some extent. She shook those though
"Because you have proved that nine months ago. You chose to stay with her and have fun in your bedroom rather than being with me when I cooked lunch for you." Her voice broke and his eyes widened. "What?" He let out a mere whisper. She huffed and averted her eyes away from his as she felt them burn. He strode towards her and grabbed her jaw making her look directly in his eyes. "What do you mean by 'have fun in my bedroom'?" His jaw clenched with anger but his hold on her did not get hard so as to not hurt her. She tried to get out of his hold but in vain. Her tears started to leak out of her eyes. She was desperate to get away from him as she knew that she could not resist him for that long but she would not allow herself to fall for him again. "You know exactly what I mean. Now let go of me." She gritted out. But he did not faze. "You don't know what you saying. You don't know anything." He said darkly. "Oh! You mean to say that I am wrong in what I am saying?" She asked hi