Riley’s P.O.VThe trial is cancelled I cannot takeover any case for six monthsAnd yeah, definitely I’m viral online… it’s annoying to be popular sometimes.Row of clothes hung in multiple poles, I follow Aden as she walks around checking on the dresses. Her parent’s anniversary is coming soon, she decided to take her mom to meet Mr. Johnson and wants her mom to be in new clothes and in her best state. I bring the beeping phone to my view, the continuous notification pops up, as expected. Clicking on each bar I check the new posts, reading every sentence till it effects me but it didn’t. Neither of those words from the outside world effected, as the one I love knows the truth, as she told we cannot stop others from sharing their opinion, come on that is why humans are malicious.I stop in my tracks when Aiden walks to the other side of the large room, my eyes fall on a particular peach prom dress, well fitted on the dummy. The box pleated skirt lands a few inches above the knee
Third person P.O.VThe short needle of the clock ticks to three, the sun shines through open balcony door at the living room. Aiden seated on the couch with her hands clasped in front further from her spread knees, Riley beside her seated with his legs crossed, their eyes fixed on Blake who is seated on the single sofa working with the laptop, Lisa sitting on the inside arm of the couch.“Here it is,” Blake moves the laptop screen to the opposite direction, the photo of Aiden and an image of Riley’s edited photo on the list of guest who are invited for the shareholder party.Aiden visited Chloe few days back for a reason, one to challenge him and two, to leave the button recorder. She attached it underneath Chloe’s large table. Every word spoken in that room are heard by the two partners. The shareholder meeting was over successfully, the plan of expanding the business, construction of his dream building and launching the new production which will have a high profit is supported
The air around the room stiffens, the two guards who are called to Chloe’s room exchange glances, they wait in silence till Chloe gives them permission to explain what happened. Seated on the sofa at the center of the office room, Chloe stares at the laptop screen , his clenched jaw tightens as he narrows his eyes in rage, his eyebrows dragged down, he forms his hands to fist, veins pop out his skin. He taps onto the enter button again for the sixth time, the video footage of the hall replays ; the clip of Riley and Aiden. The blue orbs fixed on the two figures in the screen, his eyes are blazing flames; dangerous.“Sir,” Kevin calls out, he swallows down the lump in his throat and strolls to the sofa, his feet stop when he observes Chloe.“What?,” Chloe asks, his tone low and stern.Kevin lowers his gaze and informs “The reporters are waiting outside, Sir,” he looks at Chloe, whose focus is on the laptop screen “All the news is about you and,” he stays silent for a second.“And what?
“What?,” Riley exclaims, his voice loud to grab the attention of the two nurse in the elevator.He looks at Aiden and closes his open mouth, he waits silent making no move until the elevator door part, the two nurse walls out and the doors close again going up to the seventh floor.“Blake called and told that Chloe has prepared an abrupt press meeting tonight,” she says.He rubs the back of his neck and stands straight… he was in glee expecting victory on his way but it hadn’t end yet….“What’s up with his action?,” he frowns.“Isn’t it obvious!,” Aiden pulls out her phone from her grey coat and scrolls through the feed “Neither of the photos we uploaded in the video aren’t true except Catherine’s clip,”“So, what can he do because they were fake,” he looks at her with raised brows, curious.“Maybe he can prove those fake,” she shrugs.“Then what about Catherine, he can’t tell she is not his sister,”“They are not biological,” she reminds him “And Catherine doesn’t like to be involved
The grey sky darkens the environment, few faded rays of sunlight gets through the heavy dark clouds. The box pleated joint of skirt fits around her unsexy waist, the peach material blended with faded red roses brightens her pale skin tone. In front of the mirror she steps back and moves her spread legs closer, taking another complete glance of her reflection. She adjusts the sleeve and pulls up the precise deep neck feeling uncomfortable in her attire, a low vexed sigh leaves her lips when the zipper at the back cracks down… Her brain requests to give up despite her heart which orders her to wear it on as she is sure it will make her parents happy, she looks forward to witness Johnson’s reaction as he loves to see his daughter dressed up, in addition she wants to try it on for Riley because he has set up a grand dinner tonight.“This is annoying,” she grunts under her breath and snakes her arm behind her back trying to pull up the zip, she slides her other arm over shoulder…. She zip
Aiden stands from the stool beside the bed and pulls the duvet over Emma who is asleep. She didn’t want to take her mom back to their house soon after the funeral, she thought the place will bring sad memories… A home is always full of memories… She accompanied Emma since Johnson’s funeral, the two passed days already excruciating. She never left her side, giving her courage and consoling her mother like she is totally fine where as she is broken terribly… There is no human who are strong, everyone is weak in one way or another. She tucks her hair behind her ears and inhales a deep breath, she bends and places a kiss on Emma’s forehead. Riley waits outside Lisa’s room watching Aiden, it’s been a couple of days which seems like ages for him to see her, he rarely saw her even though they are under the same roof, when ever she walks out the room she passes him a forced smile, to show him that she is fine but he knows, he knows that smile is fake. He knows that she isn’t alright. He kn
A fond smile sweeps across Riley’s lips, he rubs her knuckles with his thumb, her hand in his. His fixed on her sleeping face, he smiles wide when some strands of hair falls over her face kissing her cheek. He moves his bent legs closer to the sofa where Aiden is laid, his fingers brush her, hair away from her face and tucks behind her ear. “Your dad was right,” he says, his voice low and gentle “You are ironically weak inside,” he moves his head closer, his lips softly lands on her forehead. A kiss on the forehead has many reasons and the most affectionate kiss than a kiss on the cheek and lip. It means I will protect you, I’ll be by your side and I will care for you.His phone rings, immediately he grabs it from the short table and mites it, taking another last glance at her, he stands and walks out.“The person who killed Johnson is released,” Eric reports as soon as the call in answered.“Are you following him?,” Riley asks, his thumb cracking the other four fingers.“Yes,
The sound of the phone text notification finally gets into her ears, her heavy eyelids lift slowly. She runs her hands through her messy hair and sits straight, her dull eyes look around the empty hall. The phone beeps again. A low weary sigh leaves her lips, Aiden stands and walks to the shelf. Her brows meet looking at the phone screen, an unknown number. She clicks on the message, a current location shared: the underground parking of her apartment.She checks on Emma, a slight smile makes it’s way on her lips to see Emma asleep peacefully. She puts on her shoes and leaves with her phone. The underground parking was closed for a couple of weeks due to construction, the dark alley is brightened with one or two lights which makes the large space dim, some places pitch dark. Aiden holds her phone in the air, with the torch on. She walks through the exit door of the apartment, her eyes observe her surrounding.She doesn’t know the sender of the message but decided to face the music as s
The hall is crowded with people, Emma walks around everywhere greeting the guests present. The guests are seated around the circular tables on the either sides of the walk leading the podium. Pleasant strains of melody music drifts through the crowd. The walk path is arranged with blue and white roses in a row and straight on the stage stands Riley. He is in a black, single breasted, satin tuxedo with a white wing collar shirt. He adjusts his tie and rubs the back of his neck, his stomach feeling weird. He nibbles on his lower lip staring at the large door, waiting to see her. The smell of fresh flowers fills in the air. The music stops, and all heads turn to face the far end of the walk. The opening to the bridal chorus begins to play. The door opens and there she comes down the isle.Everyone in the crowd stares at her, surprised. Aiden has worn a strapless white wedding gown with white embroidery on her bodice. Rhinestone and pearl beads are sewn on her gown. She also has worn a tw
~Three months later~Riley’s P.O. VThe shimmering wet sand sweeps over my bare feet. The drizzling of water and the smell of salt only capture my senses. I stroll ahead closer to the water, letting salt water wash over my ankles. It’s been three months since the tragic incident and it feels like it happened yesterday.The waves are just like our life. The way time washes over us and every time it does, it makes us stronger as it moistens the dry sand. Time teaches us how to overcome obstacles and it makes us a better version of ourselves.Just like how waves bring along the plants in them, it’s like the people who enter our life. Some stay like how plants attach to the sand, but some leave, like how the water takes it back.I was in a relationship with my university crush and we broke after mom passed away as I didn’t hangout with her months and she initially visited me to inform that she is no longer interested in me. And then it’s Mira. She was my colleague, and we worked on a song
Chapter 40: Her saviorChloe lifts his body and stays on his knees, he grabs her tied hands and pins above her head, he lowers his body over hers, their face close to each other “Why?,” he growls, his voice loud enough to scare anyone but not her, she never flinches nor blinks, her eyes looks into his “What’s so good about Riley?,” he grunts “Why are you choosing him over me?,” he asks, his tone stern.“You cannot be compared to him,” she spits, “You killed everyone for your own selfishness “ she controls her breath.“Because they took away what’s mime,” his grip on her loosens “The boy I pushed down from the rooftop in school,” he moves back and continues, his eyes fixed to her wound “He stole the watch which mom gave me,” he says, he lifts her shirt and balls the material in his hand “You know how much I worked hard to take over the company,” he places the material on her wound and applies gentle pressures on it, Aiden looks down at his side features, her ears only on him “My father
The sound of the phone text notification finally gets into her ears, her heavy eyelids lift slowly. She runs her hands through her messy hair and sits straight, her dull eyes look around the empty hall. The phone beeps again. A low weary sigh leaves her lips, Aiden stands and walks to the shelf. Her brows meet looking at the phone screen, an unknown number. She clicks on the message, a current location shared: the underground parking of her apartment.She checks on Emma, a slight smile makes it’s way on her lips to see Emma asleep peacefully. She puts on her shoes and leaves with her phone. The underground parking was closed for a couple of weeks due to construction, the dark alley is brightened with one or two lights which makes the large space dim, some places pitch dark. Aiden holds her phone in the air, with the torch on. She walks through the exit door of the apartment, her eyes observe her surrounding.She doesn’t know the sender of the message but decided to face the music as s
A fond smile sweeps across Riley’s lips, he rubs her knuckles with his thumb, her hand in his. His fixed on her sleeping face, he smiles wide when some strands of hair falls over her face kissing her cheek. He moves his bent legs closer to the sofa where Aiden is laid, his fingers brush her, hair away from her face and tucks behind her ear. “Your dad was right,” he says, his voice low and gentle “You are ironically weak inside,” he moves his head closer, his lips softly lands on her forehead. A kiss on the forehead has many reasons and the most affectionate kiss than a kiss on the cheek and lip. It means I will protect you, I’ll be by your side and I will care for you.His phone rings, immediately he grabs it from the short table and mites it, taking another last glance at her, he stands and walks out.“The person who killed Johnson is released,” Eric reports as soon as the call in answered.“Are you following him?,” Riley asks, his thumb cracking the other four fingers.“Yes,
Aiden stands from the stool beside the bed and pulls the duvet over Emma who is asleep. She didn’t want to take her mom back to their house soon after the funeral, she thought the place will bring sad memories… A home is always full of memories… She accompanied Emma since Johnson’s funeral, the two passed days already excruciating. She never left her side, giving her courage and consoling her mother like she is totally fine where as she is broken terribly… There is no human who are strong, everyone is weak in one way or another. She tucks her hair behind her ears and inhales a deep breath, she bends and places a kiss on Emma’s forehead. Riley waits outside Lisa’s room watching Aiden, it’s been a couple of days which seems like ages for him to see her, he rarely saw her even though they are under the same roof, when ever she walks out the room she passes him a forced smile, to show him that she is fine but he knows, he knows that smile is fake. He knows that she isn’t alright. He kn
The grey sky darkens the environment, few faded rays of sunlight gets through the heavy dark clouds. The box pleated joint of skirt fits around her unsexy waist, the peach material blended with faded red roses brightens her pale skin tone. In front of the mirror she steps back and moves her spread legs closer, taking another complete glance of her reflection. She adjusts the sleeve and pulls up the precise deep neck feeling uncomfortable in her attire, a low vexed sigh leaves her lips when the zipper at the back cracks down… Her brain requests to give up despite her heart which orders her to wear it on as she is sure it will make her parents happy, she looks forward to witness Johnson’s reaction as he loves to see his daughter dressed up, in addition she wants to try it on for Riley because he has set up a grand dinner tonight.“This is annoying,” she grunts under her breath and snakes her arm behind her back trying to pull up the zip, she slides her other arm over shoulder…. She zip
“What?,” Riley exclaims, his voice loud to grab the attention of the two nurse in the elevator.He looks at Aiden and closes his open mouth, he waits silent making no move until the elevator door part, the two nurse walls out and the doors close again going up to the seventh floor.“Blake called and told that Chloe has prepared an abrupt press meeting tonight,” she says.He rubs the back of his neck and stands straight… he was in glee expecting victory on his way but it hadn’t end yet….“What’s up with his action?,” he frowns.“Isn’t it obvious!,” Aiden pulls out her phone from her grey coat and scrolls through the feed “Neither of the photos we uploaded in the video aren’t true except Catherine’s clip,”“So, what can he do because they were fake,” he looks at her with raised brows, curious.“Maybe he can prove those fake,” she shrugs.“Then what about Catherine, he can’t tell she is not his sister,”“They are not biological,” she reminds him “And Catherine doesn’t like to be involved
The air around the room stiffens, the two guards who are called to Chloe’s room exchange glances, they wait in silence till Chloe gives them permission to explain what happened. Seated on the sofa at the center of the office room, Chloe stares at the laptop screen , his clenched jaw tightens as he narrows his eyes in rage, his eyebrows dragged down, he forms his hands to fist, veins pop out his skin. He taps onto the enter button again for the sixth time, the video footage of the hall replays ; the clip of Riley and Aiden. The blue orbs fixed on the two figures in the screen, his eyes are blazing flames; dangerous.“Sir,” Kevin calls out, he swallows down the lump in his throat and strolls to the sofa, his feet stop when he observes Chloe.“What?,” Chloe asks, his tone low and stern.Kevin lowers his gaze and informs “The reporters are waiting outside, Sir,” he looks at Chloe, whose focus is on the laptop screen “All the news is about you and,” he stays silent for a second.“And what?