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The house which was with me when my father left me, the house which was with me when I was all alone struggling to meet my end meets. the house which was with me when my mother became ill, the house which was with me when I was broke, then some house that gave me and my mother a roof.How can I let go of that house???
No, I won't
He wants to get engaged, right? Then let me get engaged to him.
And if he is expecting something precious from me then I must tell him, I am going to insult him in every possible way.
"So what do you think Ms Brooke? " he walked again while looking at me from head to toe.I wasn't wearing anything to expose my skin still he had the guts to stare at me.
"I am ready," I tried to say, but it came out as a whisper only.
The chaos of my life has started becoming worse. The
-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+--+-+-+-+- For the whole night, I couldn't sleep. I was struggling to make myself comfortable enough at the beginning of my new life. The ceiling above was old, making me realize that when things get old, it becomes more confident but when the heart grows old it becomes a stagnant deed in the name of affection. *** I woke up when I heard the sound of the doorbell. It kept ringing and ringing without giving me a second to think. The weather was dictating to me that a storm is about to come. Even though it made me shiver through fear. The banging on the door started heavily. It was 5'o clock in the morning. Even the sun was afraid to come out and shine bright in the sky when I was feeling attacked. Who are they? Thieves? But why? I haven't anything precious with me except my mother. Well, she is invaluable. Then who are they? Why I am not able t
Y -+-+-+&--+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-- Nothing hurts the world Not even the power Not even the struggle Except the will to do certain things. I was hung on his shoulders as I weight nothing, only a piece of meat to him. "Put me down! Will you?" I shouted, but the man with determination in his eyes didn't listen to me. We were not in the big airport in the city, instead, it was a private one. There was no crowd, only staff members to welcome him and me, "I don't want to hear anything," his cold voice came more as a statement. And I hated his guts! He was treating me as if I were an object to him. How can he be so heartless? I glared at him, hard enough to let him know that I am still a woman who has the power to do anything according to her will. However, he cannot see my deadly stare, not at least now! Then I realised i
-++-++-+++--+-+-+-+-+-+----+---+-+-++-++ I didn't let him revert because I knew he was furious his one hand was on my waist that's why in a whisper I let him go and distanced myself from his warm presence. He wanted to hold my hand by taking control of my wrist but I didn't let him do that. A black range rover was there with a driver to welcome him. It was all because of him. And I just a substance to flatter. We got inside while having silence between us. His cell phone started ringing, he looked outside while putting down his sunglasses then I saw his eyes in a while. His eyes were pale as he hadn't slept in nights. What happened to him? And to whom he is talking? I saw his knuckles turning white, and a muscle in his jaw twitching. Is he talking to his girlfriend Sophia?? Or is he talking to his father? I looked outside, to glance at the roads of London. Our car passed nearby Buckingham Palace. Its artistic beauty of it was enough to attract anyone. I wanted to go in th
- -+-++&-+-++(++-+-+-+-++++-+-+-+-+-+----++-+- I glared hard at him. "Have you lost your mind?" I growled. Yes, I was mad! Mad because he was the one who asked me to accompany him then out of nowhere he decided to have a chit-chat with Sophia. How dare he? He ordered me so that he could make me a laughing stock. And I won't let that happen. If he wants to play with fire then let him play because he doesn't know his hands will be burned at the hand. "Why? I am perfectly fine. Ms Brooke," he cleared his throat but his hands were doing something else. I felt a cold touch through my knees to my upper thigh. It made me shiver from head to toe. What is he doing? "What are you doing? Get off me now!" I uttered. However, it came more like a whisper. It was barely audible to me. "What I am doing?" His eyes were twinkling from amusement, his breathing was shallow. His chest was rising from up to down. So he wants me to confess that his touch was affecting me? On dear, he made me his
-+-++--+++++++-+-+++-+--+++-++--++---++++ Head held high. Heels we're making noise telling everyone that Ashley Brooke is coming. A girl in a suit is not normal, at least not on the roads of London. Where everyone was wearing laces dresses, and truth to be told I have not expected anything better it is London of course! Where queen Victoria lives in all her glory. Wish I could get a glimpse of her. I want to glance at her, to her royal palace, the royal chariot which gave life to the beautiful artistic culture. I want to see everything with my eyes in a single day so that I can capture everything in my memory. I started walking on the road, my hair loosened resting on my shoulders, telling everyone that I am a woman in Men's clothes. However, I need to analyse quickly how am I going to travel? I cannot walk all day and pretend nothing would hurt me. Neither can I book a cab here, it will be costly for me to do so. Therefore, I need to find a bus station! Though I need to hurry
-+-+-+-+--+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- His eyes were crystal clear and in the mid of Wembley park, I could see the sorrow in his eyes. What's up with him? "Mr Steward how come you are here?" I stared at his chiselled face. He can be anywhere, but why on earth are two people from New York City designed to meet in London? What is he doing here? Is he too on business purposes?? "I have some work to finish," his jaw was clenched, he was in fuming anger when he uttered the same words to me. And what kind of work he might have to finish? I should ask him about his absence since the last incident where he and Mr Jensen got engulfed in a fight. "Mr Steward, what happened to you after that fight?" Oh boy, I shouldn't have asked him a direct question. His gritted teeth and popping-out veins were telling me I have done a huge mistake. But rather to say something malicious, he just smiled. "I am a very busy man Ms Brooke. I had a project to complete," they stared up at the sky and
-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-++--+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-- He was glancing outside the window.There was no light in the room, not even a glimpse of shine. My heart was thumping in my chest, I was anxious to see him and I should have reached here before him. Now, he will ask me! He will ask me various questions. And I don't understand how could he within a second reach near to the window. His back was on me and in his lean posture he was holding a cigarette and letting out a puff of smoke. He should stop using this cautious element. "Where were you?" A cold voice, hard as stone, shrieked me from thunder and I gulped in horror. " Mr Jensen, are you okay?" I tried to utter in my crumpled voice, that something is not right here. The aura the weather everything is damned. He is making me anxious. And the cigarette in his made me even more in anger. I wanted to put some sense in him, in his stone head that he is making his health suffer. I wanted to snatch that cigarette from his hand and throw it
-+-+-+&+-++-+-+-+-++-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-He, himself was looking like a mischievous person though his attentive personality was alluring, still, I could see his knuckles were turning white.What's the matter with him?And where are we going?Does he know with whom I was throughout the day?I hope he never finds out!I didn't do any makeup. Didn't even apply lipstick. Even in the city of London, I was not in the mood to get dolled up again when he is around me.And I hope he realises soo that I am not the right woman to play this act, I hope he finds me as plain as empty paper.He cleared his throat and extended his arm so that I could grab it, and get plugged into it.He didn't utter a word, didn't even glance at me again. Maybe it is going to work.As we came inside the elevator. There was no one between us. We were alone waiting to reach the ground area as soon as possible."What were you doing Ms Brooke in my absence?" He asked out of nowhere making me come out of my inner world.And wha
-+-+-+-+-+++++-++--+-++++---+++one month laterIt's been one month since the day he confessed what I was not expecting from me. It's been one month since I finally stood up for myself and listened to my heart. It's been one month of revelations and actions performed. our story started from the day he landed his eyes on me at the cafeteria where I was working and from that particular moment he got infatuated with my presence about how can I not get affected by his persona.and later when we met each other at that hotel he wasn't able to keep his eyes away from me. though he had Sophia with her still he wasn't able to control his sentiments. or maybe just say he was attracted to me and he wasn't able to accept the fact that I didn't find him alluring to my eyes.what occurred between us and the incident which changed my life wasn't what he was planning to do so. and later when he got the opportunity to perfectly use his power he did it perfectly.he did expect that if I was near him I
-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-++--+--+-+-+-+-+-+-- I was clueless about my future. Maybe I will run away from here and never look back again and maybe I will never forget what happened to me. I know he will not come after me and why I was expecting him to run after me? I don't even have any clue why I am burning inside. these touches, these marks will fade away but what about the marks john has given me on my soul, what about the scarcity I was feeling for blake Jensen? and what about the life I am living? my mother is almost dead because of me! several people are injured right there because of me and what the hell I did do? I did nothing! absolutely nothing! I had no idea where I was going, the wind around me was in devastation it was changing too in all the parameters in the night, and the moon was covered in shadows alarming me that it is going to rain soon. there was mud around me which was sulking my feet. I wasn't able to see any lights, it was opaque everywhere around, I don't kno
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was a moment of getting into delusion forever, it was a moment of breaking through the edges. he had blood on his lower lip as it was brutally cut and furnished in hell. my eyes were heavy as an ocean not ready to wake up at any moment but when he called my name again to depict to all the almighty that he is here something strange erupted in my chest, a volcano arouse in my eyes and I screamed as I have never screamed before. something flashed in his eyes, it was crystal clear from his rage, from the fuming actions that he wanted to kill Stewart. and maybe he was going to kill too. "look who is here? the fucking Blake Jensen, ha! what do you think Jensen you can save this darling from me? well sorry to break your bubble she is mine not yours now go away otherwise my army will kill you!" "don't you dare
------_-------------------++----------------+-------------------- "I will leave Blake Jensen in shred by making you mine," these were the words of the man who used to behave like a gentleman and now look at him what is he doing. if he is man enough then why shouldn't he fight with his competition blake Jensen eye to eye. why is he using me to furnish his good for nothing plan? I saw his eyes when I was trying to get myself from the knot of the rope, the knot was hard for me to even strangle, but I had to do it anyway to get myself free. I stomped my leg in anticipation of horror and I hate myself; I hate myself for shedding a tear, and I hate myself for sobbing. the tears were dead on my skin they have mixed with the blood of my heart, if only my hands were free I would tell this good for nothing man to get lost. if only my life wouldn't have all these affections in my life. I was trying anything to create a distance when I failed miserably in losing the ties when he almost ripped m
-+-++++(+-+-+++--+--++++++++++++++--+++-+ Am I dead? Or am I alive? I can't see anything, everything is black around me. My head is spinning in circles and my breath was short too to think of anything else Maybe my face was covered and my hands are crushed too in a rope. I was only capable to hear what was transpiring around me, and I have no idea why I am believing that I am in major trouble. Trouble is not just a small word to comprehend my feeling, I am in big trouble because I have no idea where am I I remember was about to go to my house to meet my mother so can we run away from this good for nothing state which only gave me horrible memories, which only made me more miserable in all the scenarios. I was about to leave New York to go to Alaska where no one can find me as I decline to be just another girl to blame Jensen and I decline to be a pawn of John Stewart.However, I didn't understand who took me here in my numbness. I wasn't able to see anything, wasn't able t
-!-+-+&+-+-+-+&+-+-+-+-+&+-+-+-+-+- John Stewart wasn't the man I was thinking he would be. His father never gave his name to him and Stewart is his mother's last name. His mother was a secretary who was accepting income from the owner of Jensen's Industries. He had the only mission in his eyes to snatch the whole empire from the only son of the owner, the one and only Blake Jensen. On the first day when he embarked on his presence in Jensen industries, Blake didn't know who he was, nor anyone from the office premises knows what he was doing and who he was as he came under the disguise to monitor the workings. He kept his keen eyes on everything related to him to conclude that he has a very sophisticated image in the media and to ruin him he simply has to crush his image along with Jensen's industries. He planned the explosion in London because there was no way left for him to defeat him in business and to get things done he crossed his limits. He planned the most harmful thing f
-+-+++-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-++++++(++++-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- The car halted and made me almost jump from my seat. Outside the weather was not tempting, maybe a storm is about to come to divert our lives. His eyes were still dark and captivating from that moment when I took him by surprise by doing what he didn't expect me to do. To be honest I had to do anything to divert his mind and nothing is better than doing this. He cleared his throat and unlocked his seat belt, I glanced outside and revised we were outside the hospital. And what are we doing here? Does he secretly want to kill me? I didn't realise when he stepped outside and knocked on the window to ask me to come outside. I sheepishly without thinking anything else opened the door but forget to realise that rain has made the road wet. The muddy road was too wet and I lost my balance, I know I am going to fall hard on the ground to my butt. Nevertheless, I didn't fall, he saved me from falling onto the muddy ground. The only dilem
-+-+-++++++--+-+-+++-++++;+-+++-+ "He wants to snatch what is mine and you are one of them," these words are not just words these are emotions for me, these syllables were more dangerous than this man who was standing at the corner lurking outside the window, glancing at those tall buildings as I don't exist anymore. Did he just say that I belong to him?? And what does that even mean? Did he want to say that I was an employee and I cannot be his rival's employee anymore? And did Mr Stewart do such a remorseful thing to my mother? How can I trust you, Blake Jensen? When you left me dying in London when you didn't care about me to find out if I am dead or not then how can I trust you now? I cleared my throat and took a step ahead near to his existence when he was engulfed in smoking a cigarette, maybe I should also advise him that if he wants to die he can die by my hands rather than this smoking. "I want you to give me the evidence!" I could sense his shoulders were tensed so wa
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- When I was a child I used to watch people walking toward multiplex to watch movies and I used to stare at them all the time when children like me were walking with their parents to live their life the fullest I used to build dreams of my own that maybe one day I will be capable enough to do what I want. And when I listen to this man who is making me believe that my life has more twists and turns than a reluctant movie. What he is saying is beyond my thoughts, the statement he has made is ridiculous enough to let anybody know that this is a lie. How can Mr Jensen be related to Mr Stewart? If he would have been his half-brother they would have the same surname besides Mr Jensen lives with his father and Mr Stewart doesn’t! Or maybe they have the same mother that’s why Mr Jensen doesn't talk about it anymore. However, this must all be rubbish and this can’t be true, he’s