‘The restaurant was just as I had seen on the internet. Thank heavens I dressed well.’ I thought, smoothing the nonexistent crease in my dress as the waiter led me to a reserved table. The place is not too fancy, and my simple, semiformal dress made me blend in.‘I don’t get it. Why does Sebastian Warner want to see? Is it about his sister’s wedding?’That question had run through my mind probably a million times since he called me the previous morning, but I still hadn’t gotten the answer. He hadn’t mentioned why and only asked we met at a restaurant, leaving me guessing. He had absolutely no business with me.The only reasonable conclusion I could come up with was he wanted to talk about Bianca’s wedding, but that didn’t just feel right.“Hello, Aurora.” Sebastian said as I approached his table, standing on to his feet and giving me one of his blindingly handsome smiles. ‘Gosh, why did my name sound so smooth on his lips? Like velvet. Ugh, don’t think weird things.’ I scolded mysel
“Wait! Did I say anything to make you mad?” Sebastian asked, grabbing my hand as I tried to leave.“Did you seriously think I wouldn’t get what you meant, or did you think I would be so low as to be interested?” I turned back to him, wearing a nasty scowl.I knew it; I knew there was a catch somewhere, and he just threw it at me.“What I meant? What are you talking about? He gawked at me, staring at me with wide eyes, and his scowl deepened. How dare he try to play innocent after he said that? Did he think I wouldn’t get the innuendo?“Really? You’re acting like you don’t know?” I glowered, yanking my hand away. “You’re lonely, and you want me to keep you company to spice your apartment up? Do you think I’m dumb that I don’t know that involves your bed?”“What!” He gasped as he stood to his feet and gaped at me like I had gone crazy. “That isn’t what I mean! It seems you misunderstood everything. You’re beautiful but that doesn’t mean I want to take advantage of you. I’m not low.”“Yo
'I can do this. I can call him.' I told myself as my fingers hovered over Sebastian's contact ID, yet somehow, it refused to tap it. 'Call him. Just call him. It's not that hard. It's not— ugh!'I dropped the phone on the bed and pressed my fingers to my temple as I paced up and down the small room. 'How hard is it to apologize? Just say you're sorry and ask if his offer is still available.'That was the difficult part. Apologizing for jumping to conclusions wasn't hard, but swallowing my pride to tell him I was considering his help was... was.... difficult. I didn't want to seem like a charity project to a man like him, but I needed the help. I stopped in my tracks and stared at Tiffany, who was curled under the duvet, snuggling with her stuffed bear.'Do this for her. This is for Tiffany. You can't afford to jeopardize her health and well-being because you can't accept help.' I sighed as I sat on the bed. My fingers brushed some strands of her hair off her face, and my lips curl
“W-what is this?” “What does it look like? Divorce papers.” Bruno replied, taking a large drag of his cigarette. “You’re divorcing me.” I whispered, gripping the sides of the file in my hand. The air in the office suddenly became too thin and too heavy, like I was breathing in blades. “Don’t act so surprised. You knew this day would come.” He scoffed, blowing a puff of smoke in the air. I knew. I knew this day would come from the moment I said ‘I do’ two years ago. The countless affairs and the times he threatened to do so were an added bonus. But I never expected it to be this day of all days. Not when I found out the news that was going to change our lives. “W-what about your child?” I asked as my trembling hands dropped the file on the table between us. “What delusions are you talk—” “I’m pregnant.” I breathed, pulling on a paper from my purse and dropping it in front of him. He stared at it with zero emotions in his and took another drag of his cigarette. “T
‘Ouch!’I groaned as the man and I crashed to the ground with him on me, crushing me under his heavy weight.‘Ow! I hope I didn’t hurt my baby! Am I bleeding? I don’t think so, but ow, my back and stomach hurt.’ I winced, pressing my hand over my stomach as he rolled off me.“What the hell is wrong with you?!” A masculine voice yelled, and my brows furrowed.‘Who is he talking to? We are the only ones here. Does he have some kind of psychotic condition? I hope not. I can’t deal with a madman after all that happened today.’ I thought as I stumbled to my feet. Puffy blue eyes glared at me, and I flinched, taking a step backward.“A-are you ok?” I asked, hoping I could disperse the tension hanging in the air. He probably wasn’t angry that I had saved him. Maybe shocked but not angry, I hoped.“Why the hell did you save me?!” He barked, taking a step towards me, and I took two back.“I… I-I couldn’t just let you—”“You could have! You could have turned away and pretended I wasn’t there bu
*Five years later*‘I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.’ I pep talked myself as I tried not to squirm on the couch, which probably cost more than my house rent.The house was intimidating, and though it wasn’t a mansion like I had grown up in, it was still a high-class luxury.‘It doesn’t make sense. Why would someone with this kind of wealth want to patronize me? Me?! With her kind of money, I’m sure she has access to different luxurious designers and brands, so why me? Unless…’ I bit my inner cheek, trying to quench the fear that gripped my bones, and I shook my head.‘No. I’m just being paranoid. From what I saw on the net, she doesn’t have any relation with my ex-husband or ex-family. And it’s been five years. They probably think I’m long dead. I really need to—’“I’m sorry for keeping you waiting. I had an urgent call to attend to.” A young lady said as she strutted into the living room, and I stood up.She was prettier in real life and taller than I imagined, almost a h
'It's who? Me?' I blinked as the man stared at me, and a bright smile crossed his face. I swear I was almost blinded it. Did he seriously have to smile? He was already handsome—fatally handsome. He already had the face that charmed women without him even trying, and with a body like his, he had them chasing after him hard."I can't believe I've found you." He grinned, pulling me closer to him, and I stiffened. "Sorry. But I think you got the wrong person." I cringed, pressing my hand to his shoulder and trying to shove him off. Too close. He was holding me way too close. He was huge. His body engulfed me, and for the briefest moment I thought, it was like how bodies matched like puzzle pieces. Silly thoughts.Why was everyone thinking they knew me? First Bianca and then this man. It was worrying. What if one of them actually did? It was obvious he was part of the elite of society. His suit was made with quality material, and he was also in Bianca's house; I doubted she would let jus
“No, Tiffany is fine. She just had a minor relapse. Has she been spending a lot of energy?” Doctor Harper asked as she touched Tiffany’s forehead with the back of her hand. “Yes, she has. She has been getting a little bit more active lately, and though I curbed it a bit, I also didn’t want to make her keep sitting or lying in one place. I thought a little exercise would be good for her, but it seems I was wrong. I hope my carelessness hasn’t caused more damage.” I confessed as guilt gnawed at me. ‘Maybe I should have forced her to stay in bed all day until she fully recovered. Her health is really delicate, but still, I took it too lightly.’ I blamed myself. ‘If something bad happens to her, it would be all my fault because I was irresponsible and careless.’ “It’s not your fault.” She assured me, and her smile grew softer. “You did the right thing by encouraging her to play more, which is needed for her recovery, but it seems we overestimated how fast the recovery would be. She’s
'I can do this. I can call him.' I told myself as my fingers hovered over Sebastian's contact ID, yet somehow, it refused to tap it. 'Call him. Just call him. It's not that hard. It's not— ugh!'I dropped the phone on the bed and pressed my fingers to my temple as I paced up and down the small room. 'How hard is it to apologize? Just say you're sorry and ask if his offer is still available.'That was the difficult part. Apologizing for jumping to conclusions wasn't hard, but swallowing my pride to tell him I was considering his help was... was.... difficult. I didn't want to seem like a charity project to a man like him, but I needed the help. I stopped in my tracks and stared at Tiffany, who was curled under the duvet, snuggling with her stuffed bear.'Do this for her. This is for Tiffany. You can't afford to jeopardize her health and well-being because you can't accept help.' I sighed as I sat on the bed. My fingers brushed some strands of her hair off her face, and my lips curl
“Wait! Did I say anything to make you mad?” Sebastian asked, grabbing my hand as I tried to leave.“Did you seriously think I wouldn’t get what you meant, or did you think I would be so low as to be interested?” I turned back to him, wearing a nasty scowl.I knew it; I knew there was a catch somewhere, and he just threw it at me.“What I meant? What are you talking about? He gawked at me, staring at me with wide eyes, and his scowl deepened. How dare he try to play innocent after he said that? Did he think I wouldn’t get the innuendo?“Really? You’re acting like you don’t know?” I glowered, yanking my hand away. “You’re lonely, and you want me to keep you company to spice your apartment up? Do you think I’m dumb that I don’t know that involves your bed?”“What!” He gasped as he stood to his feet and gaped at me like I had gone crazy. “That isn’t what I mean! It seems you misunderstood everything. You’re beautiful but that doesn’t mean I want to take advantage of you. I’m not low.”“Yo
‘The restaurant was just as I had seen on the internet. Thank heavens I dressed well.’ I thought, smoothing the nonexistent crease in my dress as the waiter led me to a reserved table. The place is not too fancy, and my simple, semiformal dress made me blend in.‘I don’t get it. Why does Sebastian Warner want to see? Is it about his sister’s wedding?’That question had run through my mind probably a million times since he called me the previous morning, but I still hadn’t gotten the answer. He hadn’t mentioned why and only asked we met at a restaurant, leaving me guessing. He had absolutely no business with me.The only reasonable conclusion I could come up with was he wanted to talk about Bianca’s wedding, but that didn’t just feel right.“Hello, Aurora.” Sebastian said as I approached his table, standing on to his feet and giving me one of his blindingly handsome smiles. ‘Gosh, why did my name sound so smooth on his lips? Like velvet. Ugh, don’t think weird things.’ I scolded mysel
“Well… I currently have a problem with my accommodation.” I started as I stood up from my bed and walked to the kitchen.“I just suddenly got evicted, so I’m currently looking for a new place to stay. It might take some time for me to settle down, like one to two weeks, so I just wanted to inform you that I won’t be starting your dress immediately. I hope you’re fine with that.”‘Please let her be chill about it. Please, please, please.’ I begged, crossing my fingers as I stepped into the kitchen.“That’s messed up. Does your landlord have the right to kick you out like that? You should get a lawyer.” Bianca scowled, and my lips tipped to a strained smile.A lawyer? With what money? How could I afford a lawyer if I barely had money to feed?“It’s a really long story, and my friend and I have always wanted to move but never did. This was like the push we needed.” I lied as I pulled out a cup from the cupboard.We, no, I, never planned on moving until I had enough money to rent a better
”What?!” I gawked at her. “You have to be kidding. Please, Dorothy, just tell me that that was a joke.” “Here.” Dorothy whispered, dropping the paper on my hand. I held my breath as I unfolded it. My gaze soaked in the printed words, and my stomach tightened. Was this some kind of prank? April fools when it wasn’t April? Why was I seeing words that weren’t making logical sense?“This is impossible. No, it can’t be.” I threw the paper to the ground. “How can he increase the rent by fifty percent?! Fifty percent! Who increases rent by fifty percent?! We can’t pay that!”It was exorbitant. Who just woke up one morning and increased rent by a whole fifty percent?! Our landlord, Charlie, already knew it was always hard for us to pay the old rent. Our rent had expired, and we had begged him to give us a month to renew. How could he have said yes and yet pulled this stunt?“He knows that’s why he’s evicting us. We have just two weeks to leave, or he would kick us out.” She scowled as she p
”Hello, it’s so good to see you, Aurora.” Bianca said as she strutted into the living room. “Can I call you Aurora? You can call me Bianca.” “Of course you can. It’s good to see you too,” I smiled, standing on my feet. ‘He’s here? Why is he here?’ My lips twitched as Sebastian came in behind her. ‘What am I saying? Why won’t he be? He’s her brother. But why is he here? Doesn’t he have work or something? Did they discuss me? Both of them did think they recognised me. Have they figured it out? Is that why he’s here? Do they want to talk to me about—’ “Good evening, Aurora. How are you and your daughter now?” He asked as Bianca sat down on the couch opposite the one that I sat on. “We’re good. Thanks for your help that day, Mr. Warner.” I said, as I tried to keep my nerves in check. “Please call me Sebastian, and you’re welcome. If you need any help, you know you can always call me.” He beamed, giving me a dashing smile, revealing a set of dimples, and my stomach fluttered. Aw
“Yes, it was Sebastian. He just wanted to ask how Tiffany was.” I hummed as I just stared at the phone in my hand. It was like the last few minutes were unreal.“Are you going to tell me how you met Sebastian Warners, or do you want me to beg?” Dorothy joked, forming a serious expression and crossing her arms over her chest.“Um, I don’t know. Maybe I want you to beg.” I smirked, checking my nails, and she rolled her eyes.“You wish,” she scoffed, and I giggled. “Do you seriously not know who he is?”“Not really; maybe I’ve heard of him before, but I don’t think so. It’s not like he’s important.” I shrugged, and she facepalmed.“Sometimes I swear you’re living at the bottom of the ocean. How can you not know Sebastian Warners?” She scolded me, shaking her head like a disappointed mother.“You know I can’t keep up with all these kinds of stuff. It’s too confusing. I only follow those that concern me.” I lied, wearing an innocent smile.It wasn’t too confusing. I just didn’t follow the
“No, Tiffany is fine. She just had a minor relapse. Has she been spending a lot of energy?” Doctor Harper asked as she touched Tiffany’s forehead with the back of her hand. “Yes, she has. She has been getting a little bit more active lately, and though I curbed it a bit, I also didn’t want to make her keep sitting or lying in one place. I thought a little exercise would be good for her, but it seems I was wrong. I hope my carelessness hasn’t caused more damage.” I confessed as guilt gnawed at me. ‘Maybe I should have forced her to stay in bed all day until she fully recovered. Her health is really delicate, but still, I took it too lightly.’ I blamed myself. ‘If something bad happens to her, it would be all my fault because I was irresponsible and careless.’ “It’s not your fault.” She assured me, and her smile grew softer. “You did the right thing by encouraging her to play more, which is needed for her recovery, but it seems we overestimated how fast the recovery would be. She’s
'It's who? Me?' I blinked as the man stared at me, and a bright smile crossed his face. I swear I was almost blinded it. Did he seriously have to smile? He was already handsome—fatally handsome. He already had the face that charmed women without him even trying, and with a body like his, he had them chasing after him hard."I can't believe I've found you." He grinned, pulling me closer to him, and I stiffened. "Sorry. But I think you got the wrong person." I cringed, pressing my hand to his shoulder and trying to shove him off. Too close. He was holding me way too close. He was huge. His body engulfed me, and for the briefest moment I thought, it was like how bodies matched like puzzle pieces. Silly thoughts.Why was everyone thinking they knew me? First Bianca and then this man. It was worrying. What if one of them actually did? It was obvious he was part of the elite of society. His suit was made with quality material, and he was also in Bianca's house; I doubted she would let jus