The voice felt so familiar to Allison. She recognizes the voice that has a lot of effects on her. She looked back over her shoulders, and her gaze met the man approaching her, her heart skipped a beat. It was the man from the previous night. This man was doing things to her, things she couldn't even explain. His hazel-green eyes were as deep as the abyss, laced with a killing intent.How could he be here? Was it a coincidence, or was she being stalked by him? She hated the idea of being stalked or followed by anyone. “You've been caught trying to hit the same woman twice in less than twenty-four hours. What wrong has she committed against you?” Tristan asked, his voice firm and unwavering, as his gaze darted from Allison to Charles. “You have no right to question my actions. Who do you think you are to always meddle in my business?” Charles yelled, his voice dripping with disdain. Tristan smirked, “I'm someone you don't even wanna mess with.” “I have no business with you anyway,”
Lee’s Mansion. “You just got back and the first thing you did was to get involved with a random woman? Have you forgotten you are engaged to the first daughter of the Millers'?” Mr. Lee growled at his grandson, Tristan. Abruptly, his left hand flew to his chest as he winced in pain, and the other hand curled tightly around the handle of his swivel chair for support. Tristan darted towards him, his hands gently lowered him into the chair. “You are not in good health, do you have to raise your voice when speaking?” “I will stop raising my voice when you listen to your grandfather.” Mr. Lee said. He had brought up Tristan since he was twelve after the tragic death of his parents. Tristan had always believed that his parents’ death was not natural but caused by his uncle, Raymond. Only that his grandfather was trying to cover it up for some reasons that he couldn't fathom. One of the reasons why he decided to take his father's name as his last name. “I've always done everything you
“Stay focused.” One of the judges said to Allison and she sighed deeply to calm her nerves. “For your audition challenge,” the head of judges announces, “you will have one hour to sketch a quick design inspired by a theme that will be revealed now.” She stated. A massive digital screen lit up the design studio, and revealed the theme - “Rebirth Through Fashion.” Upon seeing the theme on the screen, her eyes lit up with understanding, she knew she had a unique perspective to offer. She felt a surge of emotions, her past struggles and the pain she overcame all flashed before her. She took a deep breath, calming herself, this was her chance to express her transformation through her work. She knew what rebirth meant, she had lived it. She had experienced death and survived. She began sketching quickly with both passion and precision. Her experience of personal transformation motivated her creativity, allowing her to pour genuine emotions into her sketch. Her hands moved with purpose,
At night, Allison received a call from one of the organizers of the competition. “Allison Stuart right?” The organizer asked. “Yes ma'am.” She replied, her heartbeat raced expecting what was to come. “Miss Allison, we are very sorry, although you did so well at the audition today. But it was noticed that you do not have much experience in design. You do not meet the requirements of the competition.” Allison had expected something like this but still felt a bit sad. “Didn't the competition requirements say that anyone who has a great passion for design can participate?” Her lips inquired, she knew nothing about experience was initially part of the requirements. “Well, that's true. The requirements were changed today after the audition. I believe you've not checked yet.” The caller muttered. “What if I can provide proof of my experience in designing?” “Good for you then. But you will also need a recommendation from an influential person or a well-known design company to back up
Allison's grip tightened on the doorframe as she clutched it for support. Her heart sank as she saw a woman on top of her husband on their matrimonial bed. She broke down in a cold sweat. “Babe! Why don't you just divorce her now? I mean you already have what you need from her.” She heard the familiar voice. It was Bella, her half-sister, whom she loved and cherished. Allison couldn't move or make any sound, tears gushed down her cheeks, her chest tightened and her legs went weak. Everything seemed like she was dreaming. She pinched herself to see if she was gonna feel any pain. It was real. Everything that was happening was real. The man she had loved since childhood and even married for three years was on her matrimonial bed with the sister she had sacrificed almost all her life for. “I need more time babe. I still need her to secure more investments for the company before divorcing her.” Charles Reynolds protested. “You sure? It's not like you falling in love with her a
Allison slowly opened her eyes and took in the familiar environment. For a moment she didn't know what was going on.What's happening? Had she not just died? Why was she here? The same room where she had died. She remembered she had been struck with a glass table on the head by Bella, and Charles never helped her despite pleading with him to take her to the hospital. She thought of the smile that crept on his lips at her last moment as if he had been waiting for her to die. Was she dreaming? No, it was not a dream, it was real. She brushed her hand against her head to see if she'd feel any pain but she didn't. She reminisced about how awful it was when the vitality of life was slipping away from her body and all she felt was weakness, coldness, and horror. She regretted marrying Charles. She picked up her phone and flipped through the calendar. It says August 2020. “2020?!” Her eyes widened in shock and disbelief etched on her features.She had traveled back in time to three year
Allison got home and the two maids at the house welcomed her. “Welcome, Mrs. Reynolds. What…”“I don't need anything for now.” She interrupted them. Charles' mother will be here to dismiss them soon, leaving her to do all the house chores alone, in the past. When Charles asked her why she dismissed them, she said it was to cut off expenses.Her mother-in-law never treated her well in the past, but Allison was able to endure her mistreatments because of Charles. With an exasperated sigh, Allison darted into her room and started packing her stuff in a brown suitcase. There was not really much for her to pack because she didn't bring much when Charles married her. Soon, she was done packing. She slammed the door shut behind her and strode down the stairs with the sound of her suitcase hanging in the air. Getting to the living room, she met Charles' mother, Elizabeth Reynolds, sitting on the couch with one of her legs crossed on the other. “Oh shit! Why does it have to be now?” She
“Are you serious about divorcing that asshole?” Gloria, Allison's best friend, asked her for the umpteenth time. She couldn't believe that Allison was divorcing her darling husband. She was surprised when Allison suggested that they go to the club to drink because Allison isn't the type who goes to clubs.Gloria felt so sorry for her best friend. She knew how much Allison loved Charles. It's just sad that Charles had to hurt her this way. “You deserve better, sweetie. How could he cheat on you? With your half-sister?” Gloria roared. “What will you do about your stupid half-sister?” She inquired again. “I will make sure I make her pay for what she did, not only her. Both of them will pay dearly.” Allison replied to Gloria as she gulped the wine in her glass cup. She couldn't tell Gloria that she was killed and reborn. She knew how reckless Gloria was gonna act.She sighted a familiar figure walking towards their table. It was Charles. “What's he doing here?” Gloria asked with her