~Jake~
With a gun pressed on my back, the Russian who caught me kept pushing me forward through the forest. I tried to stand my ground when I stepped out of the car, but he didn’t come alone. Another man let his presence known, and I earned a busted lip, black eyes, a searing pain in my ribs, and they took the gun Jack handed to me. I broke a bone or two but I made sure that I’ll leave a mark on them as well.
As we reached a dimly-lit pathway, ending the painful stroll in the forest with my hands cuffed behind my back, I got a glimpse of a house that’s completely shielded with thick vegetation.
If my calculation is correct, the sun will be up in an hour or two and the authorities will arrive before that. I just hope that they’d find the disturbed path the three of us took from the car to this
~Jake~ After giving our statements, Sheriff Montes drove us himself to the hospital and back to our house. Jack was damn furious because they smashed his Ferrari after they’d taken me. I remained silent through the drive, pondering on how everything ended up like this. Bobbie’s assailants are behind bars now, facing the crime they did to her among other things. Priya will stand as a witness to the crime because she made a deal with the authorities. Even with the circumstances of her being pregnant, I still wish for her to answer for everything that she did. I can’t even bring myself to think about how Bobbie is doing right now. I don’t have the right to. All of this happened because I was weak. I wasn’t strong enough to protect her, like I swore to do. “Jack,” I grab
~Bobbie~Is it possible to feel the blood rushing through my body, feel the rise and fall of my chest, yet I feel so dead inside?Since my father revealed the truth behind my real identity, I’ve held on to this grudge I have for my grandparents. ‘I have the right to be mad.’ I kept convincing myself of this. But this? They didn’t deserve this.Because of greed for power and jealousy, the person Nonno treated as his son resulted in this violent act. Mayor West, how could he do this to them?Every secret has its expiration date, but why do I have this compelling thought that I never wanted to learn any more secrets from people around me. Because Nonno discovered that he’d been laundering money, he resulted in killing them to cover up his track
~Bobbie~I hesitated before climbing on the back of Jake’s motorcycle. However, a minute into the drive, and all my inhibitions flew with the whistling wind.I might try to deny what this is between us, but I can feel it, like a magnetic pull of opposite poles. The familiarity of his presence, even after everything, calms me in ways no one else can do.“Is this place good, or do you want to go somewhere else?” he asked, parking on the curb of our favorite burger joint. I’ve never wandered in this area since we parted ways. I avoided every spot that would remind me about Jake for a good reason. It brings too much memory.“Yeah.” I hopped out of his bike, handing him the helmet. I waited for him as he parked close to the curb before we e
~Bobbie~ I’ve told Mel and Candice countless times that I will not attend prom. As I expected, they threw a fit and won’t take no for an answer. “Please?” It’s prom night. Both of them need to be at school ten minutes ago, but here they are, dressed to the nines along with their dates, Matt and Cole. Mel is flaunting her long legs through the slit of her burgundy gauzy woven chiffon dress. The plunging V-neckline revealed enough skin, same with the V-back. I knew Matt protested a few times with her choice of clothing. But then again, prom is something that should be special. Candice was never one to indulge in revealing too much skin. She’s wearing a double shoulder strapped blush pink dress. It's sweetheart neckline that led to a surplice bodice gave justice to her
“May I?” It was Zach who interrupted us. Ben gazed down at me before letting go, as if he was asking for my permission to leave.“Take care of my Bobbie.”“Go away.” Zach playfully pushed Ben away, taking my hands in his.Zach’s familiarity made it easier to get used to his hold. His arms wound around my waist so tight, leaving no space between our bodies as the song changed to a slow tune.“Perfect timing,” I teased, knowing that he might have tipped his friends to play this song. It’s Edwin McCain’s ‘I’ll Be’ the one he sang when he first asked me out.“When did I ever have bad timing?” he boasted, making me giggle aloud. We danc
~Bobbie~My entire body is shaking, hands and toes hurting from being curled for too long. Morning is here. I can feel the heat passing through the curtains of my balcony, the blowing wind sweeping the thin drapes with utter gentleness.I haven’t moved from my bed since I opened my eyes hours ago. It’s not by choice. I just don’t have the strength anymore.So this is how it feels to give up? It’s somewhat rejuvenating to not have the urge to fight anymore. I wish I didn’t have fought for so long and just succumbed to the darkness that’s trying to consume me. To accept every vile word that people throw at me with open arms.I can hear them. Dad, Damon, and Matt kept peeking inside my room to see if I was awake. Maybe I can tell them to
~Bobbie~ The house where Matt parked his Audi doesn’t seem to stand out from the rest of the residential buildings in this area. It surprised me to see the woman I was looking for is just in the same town, not ten minutes away from Dad’s beach house. Mesa Lane beach. How ironic is it she’s staying in a safe house by the beach? She hated the waters as far as I can remember. “Are you sure about this, Bobbie?” Matt asked for the second time. I honestly don’t have the answer to his question because I am not sure of anything. A sigh slipped past my lips, shaking my head. The heat beating down on the water made it glow as it hit the shore, crashing back and the process repeats. It’s an endless cycle, a natural flow that
~Bobbie~“We were happy. Carolina, Dad, you, Brandon, and I. I’ve always wanted a complete family,” she let out a sour laugh, “a little sister that I can dress up and play house with. Everything was perfect. After Carolina and Dad’s marriage, I thought I finally got what I wished for until your family asked us to move from Naples to Bergamo. Your grandparents wanted her and Dad to take care of the vineyard since my father had no interest in taking part in the St. Clair chains of hotels.”Priya stood up, her shoulder stiff, walking towards the ceiling-high glass wall, looking over the ocean. “My father was a good man, Bobbie. Before he met Carolina, he worked as a baker in Naples. We are not wealthy like the St. Clair, but we were happy, even with just the two of us.”S
~blurb~ I, Zia Walker, take you, Xavier Luciano, to be my wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part. I will honor you all the days of my life. And above all, I vow not to fall for you. ~~ Trapped with the responsibility to my family, fate forced me to marry Xavier Luciano. He was the perfect solution to my problems, but there was only one condition he asked before promising me his ‘I do.’ “Don’t fall for me,” was his unbreakable rule. I laughed at him that day, thinking how easy it is to follow his stupid rule. I’m in love with my ex-fiance, his younger brother Calvin, so what could possibly go wrong? I agreed without hesitation, seeing him as the ticket out of my life’s predicament. Like a raging wave, the realization of my vow’s weight crashed on me.
~Bobbie~ ~Last night~ “I’m Adonis, and I’ll make you happy, Athena.” “Sorry, Bobbie,” Mel muttered beside me. “I can’t do this thing alone.” “It’s your bachelorette party, Mel,” I groaned and shivered when I felt a calloused hand grazing my knee. “You’ll be sorry for this later, Melissa,” I hissed, and again, the hands drew circles on my inner thigh, rising higher and higher. Mel was moaning beside me, and I could hear the girls giggling and laughing gingerly. Those same hands now held both of mine and guided it somewhere in front of me. My hands came against a warm solid skin - very toned skin must be his chest. He guided my hands down to his abs, and he has a good pack, 8 packs I counted. “Oh G
~Bobbie~ The girls were ready to go out, and so were the boys. We walked out of Mel’s room and found them already drinking and fooling around. These men cleaned up well, but my eyes were fixed on Jake, at least when he wasn’t looking at me. He was wearing a simple polo and fitted jeans, and I think they plan to go clubbing as well. “Bobbie,” I stiffened when I heard Jake’s voice so close to me. He sounded as if he already had too much to drink. With his hand gripping my arm, he dragged me to the patio, away from our friends. “What?” I snarled, hauling my arm from his grip. I’m still pissed about seeing him with Elise. My eyes locked with his but the look on his hues rendered me speechless. I was wearing a red cocktail sp
This scene would be an alternate reality if that rooftop episode didn’t happen. ;) ~Bobbie~ I kept punching and kicking until memories of Jake and that blond were out of my head. They look so cozy. “Poor dummy,” Priya’s voice brought me out of trance. I rolled my eyes. “I wish I don’t have feelings like this punching bag.” She takes a seat on the wooden chair while sipping her coffee. I’m in their place outside of town, and I didn’t realize that I’d confined to her. She once made it her life’s mission to make my life miserable, but here we are now. She listened to my story of weakness and stupidity. “You clearly both have feelings for each other. What’s holding you back, Bob
~Jake~ I told myself not to cry. I told myself crying makes me weak, and the fact that my friends teased me that entire day, saying that I was a crybaby, annoyed me to hell. I couldn’t help it. She was damn beautiful that day. I found it hard to believe how lucky I am to be waiting for her at the altar. The moment she entered the church holding Damien’s arm, wearing the dress as white as snow, it made her tanned skin stand out. That day is still vivid in my head. How that strapless gown hugged her upper body down to her waist as the skirt flowed while she walked to where I waited. It’s a magical moment. The images of us together slipped into my head like a fast-forward play of a movie. “Dad!” The sound of little balls of energy running down the stairs of our house pu
~Bobbie~ There are still people who believe in destiny. Some might find it funny and childish. I, for one and for a long time, forgot how much happiness believing in destiny brings. ~~ I remember when I first met Jake. That annoying boy who took amusement in watching me run away from that little beast in Nonna’s garden. It’s payback time. I’ve been suppressing the fit of giggle that wanted to erupt from my tummy just by looking at Jake’s paling cheeks. He’s been chewing on his lips since the plane took off. His glove-covered, slender fingers clutched mine so tight that I could feel my veins losing blood. Dressed in a blue and white freefly jumpsuit, Jake and I sat on the Ces
~Bobbie~“You’re blushing,” Damon commented while we swayed to the tune of Better Together by Jack Johnson.“No,” I denied.My brother, looking gorgeous in his custom-made gray suit and light blue dress shirt, chuckled heartily. My eyes narrowed to slits, gripping his hand tightly as we kept swaying through the song. There was something in his green eyes that gave me chills.“Damon,” I warned, “I know that look.”He brushed my threat off. “What look?”I huffed, “whatever you’re planning, stop it. This is a wedding.”Whenever he’d do something that
~Jake~The wedding was beautiful, but my eyes were fixed on Bobbie and not on the groom and bride. She never fails to enchant me with her beauty. She was wearing a simple light blue gown, matching the dress shirt I was wearing, the same theme with the entire entourage. It only differs in the shade.The pleated sleeveless dress, with the keyhole neckline, is teasing me with the little skin she’s flaunting. A part of her cleavage is showing, and I longed to run my fingers and lips over her creamy soft skin while watching her squirm under me.Damn. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I wanted her. The way my dress pants tightened is proof of that.The ceremony was peaceful and filled with love and happiness for the newlyweds. To make this wedding much more intim
~Bobbie~Our friends were dead serious about locking Jake and me out here until morning. I don’t mind though. There was enough firewood to keep us warm through the night and there was another set of an actual tent with sleeping bags for our disposal.They prepared a lot of food for us as well. How thoughtful was that? I mentally laughed at their support for our love. There was even a note that said, ‘you two are not allowed inside the house in the morning unless you un-break your break up.’I have no doubt that this was Mel and Candice’s idea. They’re the only ones bold enough to get on my bad side this way. They knew I would never hate them, though.Jake and I got rid of the satin tent and its sparkling romantic lights, put up the tent we w