ElenaI’m in my third trimester, eight months pregnant to be precise. I haven't traveled anywhere since the fifth trimester. My stomach looks so big that Ruth told me she was tempted to believe I was carrying twins or even triplets. Only I knew the bitter truth behind that comment. When she said this, I didn't stop myself from chuckling at her words. My other twin baby was lost because of Darcy. She denied my child a companion because of her jealousy, yet, the father said he would never believe anything I said. Hmmm!I had so many scores to settle with Darcy that I wish I had the chance to watch how karma would pay the bitch back for everything she did to me. Right now, I was seated at my desk in Grand Ambience, daydreaming about all the things that I would have done better in my life if I had known my life would be cut short. If I had known how envious Darcy was, I would have avoided her like the plague. Never would I have welcomed such evil with my own two hands.[Bam!!!]The un
ElenaI stood on the rooftop of Grand Ambience, looking over the city of Saint City with my heart in my mouth. Everything felt so stuffy as I stood here, leaning against the railing, wondering how everything would end for me in a few short weeks. My life as it is would be over before I see the contract coming through. I have been working on this contract for the past three months, only for it to come when my time here was already due. As things stood right now, I couldn’t even sign the contract that had the potential to shoot my company to the highest heights. I wouldn’t need to think about anything else if I could just execute this contract within two months. Grand Ambience would have been a household name by then. This contract would have given us enough publicity and advertisement. How could I let this go because I wouldn’t be here to execute it, and why would the president specifically request for me to personally take charge of the project?Maybe I could sign this contract and
Darcy“Shit! Fuck you, Ronan Simpson! Fuck you!” How dare he ignore my calls for two days straight? Why wouldn’t he just get his head out of the gutters and do the right thing?“You will regret this. I will so make you regret making a fool out of me. You will pay dearly for making me second fiddle to Elena Jones. You won’t even know what hit you when I’m done with you, Ronan!”[Bang!!!]I smashed my mobile phone on the floor angrily, watching the cracked screen show a mixture of red, green, and yellow lines before it finally went blank. I was pissed with everything that was happening. How could he? How could Ronan treat me like a cheap discarded shoe? I’ve come too far to allow this. I will not allow Ronan to make a public spectacle of me. How would I explain to everyone that my boyfriend didn’t find me appealing anymore? What would I tell Uncle Jasper when I fail to become Ronan’s wife?The mere thought of Uncle Jasper’s fuming expression when he discovers I am not on good terms w
Darcy Uncle Jasper’s words kept ringing in my mind, confusing me further about everything that was going on. He was supposed to end Elena. He was supposed to give me a picture of her dead body. There should have been news about Elena drowning or even burning in a fire somewhere. Making her die in an accident wouldn’t have been bad either. It would have been a beautiful sight to see her mangled body after being jammed by a trailer or some other vehicle. How thrilling would that have been? He couldn’t give me the satisfaction of seeing all these, yet, he wanted me to believe that she was already dead? What was that supposed to mean? I knew him well enough to know that if Elena was dead, he would have flaunted it in my face a million times. I would have been reminded of how swift he was at handling situations, when all I ever did was to slack off and waste his time. I plopped onto the sofa listlessly, not knowing how to handle all the delays happening around me. I should have been Ro
RonanI got a call from my mom, who said there was something that needed my attention at the old mansion. I had a hectic night, so I couldn’t sleep well last night. The nightmares were terrible, and I wondered when I started having such vivid nightmares. It was so bad that I couldn’t close my eyes for a wink of sleep later. I kept drifting in and out of sleep till the sunlight seeping through my room alerted me to the presence of a new day.I would have tried to stay in bed if I had an option, but Elijah managed to schedule another meeting with our overseas clients after so many months of trying. I didn’t want to look like the shitty boss who didn’t give a hoot about how his company went. Too many staff have invested a lot more into this meeting, and I wouldn’t wish to demotivate them with my absence. I believe that assistant of mine would have a heart attack if I gave him another excuse today. The last time, I went searching for Elena, but I never found her. I don’t know if that doct
RonanMom stepped down the stairs after Dad, looking flustered. She was right behind Dad, but she looked like she had a lot of things to say to me. With him around, I bet she wouldn’t dare to say whatever was on her mind. I could already tell what all these was about. “Good morning, Dad, Mom,” I greeted them politely, hoping Dad wouldn’t bring up whatever it was that he saw earlier. My mood wasn’t the best to handle his temper tantrums right now.“Good morning, son. Hope you had a good night rest.” Mom spoke out as if she couldn’t notice the disaster on my face. I looked like I already run a marathon, or I even went without sleeping for a few days straight.“Mom, you had something to discuss with me?” I wanted to get this meeting done and over with. There was no need to try her and receive a glare from my father when I had somewhere else to be. I had Elena to thank for the strained relationship with my Dad. We were not too close when I was growing up, but I never really had any misu
RonanThe whole place went silent when I spoke my truth. They were bound to find out, anyway. I delayed it long enough, because I wanted Dad to get better. I kept all these from them because I knew Dad had a weak heart. I couldn’t jeopardize his recovery. He had to be fit, even if I had to hide Elena’s deeds from him. However, he made full recovery over the period, and I had no reason to withhold this piece of information from them anymore. It was best to lay it bare on the table, sooner, rather than later.Maybe, just maybe, my heart would find some peace after I told them about what I’ve been hiding. That was what I told myself when I woke up this morning. Keeping such a secret as this one was enough to make one develop constant migraines. I wanted to let everything about Elena out of my mind. I wanted to be free of this burden. I thought I would feel lighter after speaking, but the gravity of the words weighed heavily on me after I spoke. It dawned on me once again that my wife
Ronan“Ronan, you seem happily divorced. That’s the impression I get from all this. So why do I need to tell you where Elena is?” You’ve got to be kidding me! Could Dad be for real? He knew about Elena’s whereabouts all along? If he did, why then didn’t he say anything? Why did he keep asking me where Elena was? No. No. No. No. This man might be intentionally trying to make me go crazy. If not, how could he be this calm after causing me to go crazy in this manner?“If you knew where Elena was hiding all along, why do you keep asking about her? Were you trying to pull my legs? What’s in it for you?” Mom couldn’t hold in her anger at the thought that Dad played everyone for a fool. However, their arguments weren’t the words occupying my mind. Dad looked like he knew everything, at the same time, he knew nothing. Gosh! This is so frustrating. “‘Dad?” I called out in a low voice, trying to present a false sense of calmness. I was boiling underneath this facade, but I couldn’t let my fathe
Elena“I heard Valerie is pregnant.” I informed Ronan in a jovial tone, allowing him to get the picture. He always said that Valerie made his children forget him whenever she was around. Now that she was coming back for good, Ronan’s mood was sure to plummet.As I was teasing my husband, I heard the cries of one of the triplets, and my heart skipped a beat. I was about to get out of bed when Ronan reminded me that I was in the room to take a nap. Aunt Delores said she would take care of them, so I left the kids with her and the nannies. I am really exhausted, but now that I’m on the bed, I can’t sleep. I’ve tried closing my eyes several times, but it still wouldn’t work.“Elena, you don’t want to sleep?” Ronan asked in a mischievous tone. He looked like a kid who’s favorite toy had been snatched from him. I know his worries. The kids turned three months old today, and Ronan had been living like a monk since they were born. He has been reading a lot lately, letting me know I was rea
ValerieI finally made it back to Lockwood. That old fart wanted to keep me there for good. How dare he? “Hello, let’s meet at Palates Haven.” I was expecting this call as soon as the plane touched down. We’ve been in talks for the past four months, and I wouldn’t wish for a better time to have this talk than now.I found my way there without waiting at the airport for any car. I don’t wish to announce my presence here, anyway.“Sorry I’m late.” I apologized as soon as I got to the place. I was a few minutes late, after all. “It’s fine. I haven’t been here for long.” He responded, causing a smile to break out on my face.“David Spencer, you said you loved me. Please tell me why I should believe you.” I pushed a stack of documents toward him, and when he opened it, his eyes were wide like saucers. It’s not like I don’t return his feelings, but I needed something concrete. He had better choose his words carefully, because that is what would determine whether he lived or died today.
Elena Knowing it was Darcy, I realized I was worked up for nothing. What else did she spoil in the dark? Why didn’t I notice who she was sooner? Darcy Taylor… Hmmmm! The least said about you, the better. I couldn’t even hug Jackson without my stomach getting in the way. My friend from so many years ago. Then again, I’m happy for him. I’m glad he made it big. “Well, to add to the good news, I’d prep Mr Jones for a surgery in a month’s time. If he comes out successfully, he should be on the road to recovery. He would be up and about in six months. One year, maximum.” Jackson’s congratulatory message didn’t even sink into my head. All I could think about were his words. “You mean my father can walk again?” I had to ask again to be sure. My body trembled from so much excitement that I couldn’t control it. “Yeah! The doctors took good care of him. His physical fitness is top notch. They just d’t know where to look to make him better. I bet they already gave up on him at a point,
JacksonElena Jones in the flesh. She hasn’t changed a single bit. The years have really been kind to her, and she still looked as much in love with Ronan Simpson as she was a decade ago. She’s even carrying his child. If I had known she was the patient’s family member, I would have run here to sort things out long ago. How could I ever repay her kindness in this lifetime? “You two know each other?” I didn’t know if I should say yes or no to this question. Which would she prefer?“Yeah, Jackson, tell my Uncle. Do we know each other?” Elena’s reaction is too confusing. Could it be the pregnancy hormones or what? She wasn’t supposed to get angry with me. I was the one who got hurt by her words and inactions. “I should be angry with you, Elena. Not the other way around. Why are you playing the victim? You know what, how about we let this slide, for old time’s sake?” I didn’t want to push this any further. Elena is one of my benefactors I could never cease to acknowledge. No matter wh
Elena The meal went by in a jolly mood, as everyone chatted lightly. I couldn’t keep out of it, as random questions were thrown to me now and then. I felt lightheaded throughout the meal, but tried to hold it in, so I wouldn't scare anyone. Halfway through, I couldn’t take it anymore. “Excuse me.” I stood up anruptly, headed for the washroom, but before I could take up to three steps, I was consumed by darkness. I couldn’t even resist in the slightest. “Elena,” Ronan’s crazed voice sounded in my ears. I couldn’t tell why, but he started crying and begging me not to leave him. I guess Ronan carried me to the room, because I woke up in his bed. When I tried to move, my head felt so heavy, but it was still bearable. When I tried to lift my hand to my head and massage my forehead a little, I felt a weight on my hand. Looking toward the direction, I noticed Ronan holding my hand firmly. As soon as I tried to wriggle out of his hold, he also stirred awake. It was already nightfal
Ronan I was reliably informed that Elena was to make a journey to the old mansion today. As a result, I came to support her. This occasion was supposed to be a family dinner, yet, Elena wasn’t here-so was dad. I could tell those two were up to something again in Dad’s study room. The old Roman would have flared up, accusing Elena of telling tales to my father. However, I finally realized I was just living like the fool I was supposed to be. I walked toward the study, only to meet it half closed. “Uncle Simpson, please, let my Dad go.” What! Why would Elena want to remove the life support? She gave up on her father after so many years? “What if I say I don’t agree?” My words were unexpected, but I had no plans of allowing her to do this. I believe Uncle Jones can be saved. “Doctor Fischer is still working on inviting that specialist he spoke about. We would double our efforts and bring him in. Can you wait till he arrives? Let’s make a decision after his diagnosis, okay?” E
Elena It’s been three months since the incident at the hotel. Darcy did so much to ruin me, but I ended up in the arms of Ronan Simpson, the only man I ever loved. I tried so much to fight my affection for him. I thought I already moved on from him, but I clearly didn’t. Now that he was hell bent on making me accept him again, Ronan did everything possible to atone for his sins. He was everywhere at the same time, and I even had no choice than to explain to Ruth that my husband wasn’t truly dead, but was rather someone who didn’t stand up for me when I needed him the most. To my utmost shock, Ruth became Ronan’s advocate. She was the one who made it possible for him to meet me on different occasions. Now, I couldn’t even tell if Ronan wanted to turn my house into a florist shop, because he sent a bouquet of flowers every morning. He was so consistent for the past three months that I woke up sometimes looking for his flowers. His devotion so far has moved my heart, but it was
Ronan Last night, I was a beast, and I knew it. However, I just couldn’t control myself around Elena. Having her squirming beneath me, with her hands running all over my body, and asking for more and more… I didn’t expect it to happen so soon. I was ready to help Elena take a cold bath, knowing I was the last person she wanted to see tonight. However, when she offered to get someone else to satisfy her, I lost it. How could she ask that of me? I know I really did a number on her, but the most important thing now is that the drug was cleared from her system, and we also managed to avoid a calamity. That was the most important of all. We both lost ourselves in the passion, going until we collapsed. I must say Elena had it worse. She was so out of it that she didn’t even notice when I carried her to the bathroom for a warm bath. She slept so soundly throughout the ordeal. At least, it gladdened my heart that Elena trusted me enough to leave herself at my mercy. As I watched
Elena I was glad to see Ronan marching into the room like my knight in shining armor. His expression looked so fierce, yet I didn’t know who his anger was directed to. When he knocked a few teeth out of Darcy’s mouth, I finally understood that he wasn’t falling for her schemes today. I raised my head briefly and realized how he stared at Darcy as if she was already dead. Then Darcy’s men were shot in the balls. I folded my knees to my chest, as I fought the drug in my system with all the strength I could muster. Darcy ruined my family. She was the reason my Dad became a vegetable, yet, I invited her into my home. Dad never wanted her at our house when he was healthy, but when he got into a coma, I invited Darcy in to keep me company. When I moved into the Simpsons old mansion, I allowed her to stay in the house for a while, until she betrayed me at the university and moved out on her own. Little did I know that the betrayal started long ago, and I just didn’t notice. She ap