“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-that was why I went out without your permission today. I went to the doctor, and the test came out positive.” I explained, biting my inner cheek and praying he didn’t yell at me again for leaving the house. It was unfortunate that I just had to get pregnant the day he was kicking me out, but that didn’t mean I wanted to stay. I just wanted to know how he planned to take care of our child. “And so? Do you expect me to keep you because of a child that isn’t mine?” He said, raising a brow and hers furrowed. “W-what?!” I gasped as my eyes grew wide. “It’s yours. I—” “You really have the nerve to try to babytrap me with a child that isn’t even mine.” Bruno hissed as he stood up from his chair and walked to me. “It’s yours. I sw—!” A small scream left my lips as he grabbed a fistful of my blond hair in his hand and glared straight into my amber eyes. ‘Please don’t hit me. Please.’ I trembled at the pure rage in his gaze. “Look! I don’t care about the devil spawn in your womb. I don’t care if you aborted it or if the two of you died. You’re going to sign these papers and leave my house. Understood?” “Yes, sir.” I nodded, blinking back tears, and he let go of my hair. Why did I think he would want anything to do with the child? I was a fool. My fingers shook as I picked up the pen on the table and wrote my signature on the space on the paper. I always imagined a heavy weight would be lifted off my shoulders when I finally signed our divorce, but dread curled up in my stomach. “You have thirty minutes to pack all your stuff and leave. Sasha will be here in the next one hour, and I want your stench to be gone.” Bruno said, walking back to his chair. ‘I’m not surprised Sasha is the first girl he would invite. She has always been his go-to sex buddy, even before we married.’ I thought as I stood up and walked to the door. “You know you’re not getting any dime from me, right?” He asked as I opened the door. I didn’t need to turn back to see his satisfied smirk. It was very audible. And he didn’t have to tell me. I didn’t forget the prenup that completely favoured him. “I know,” I nodded, stepped out, and closed the door. ‘Don’t cry. Don’t dare cry.’ I scolded myself as I staggered to my room, though my eyes pricked. ‘Crying won’t change the fact that you foolishly loved a man who completely hated your existence.’ (´;︵;`)(´;︵;`) “What are you doing here?” My mother’s voice boomed through the foyer the moment I stepped through the door of my family’s mansion. “Mother! Father!” I stiffened, forcing a pleasant smile as I tried not to squirm under my parents’ harsh glares. “I—” “Not a word from you. Bruno already told us. How dare you disgrace us?! Do you know how hard it was for us to secure a marriage with such a good man?!” My father yelled as they stormed to me. Good? There was nothing morally good about Bruno. He was an abusive, narcissistic, egoistic man, but that didn’t matter to my parents. As long as there was a fat bank account and business deal, even the devil was a saint. To them, he was the perfect man. “I’m sorry I failed you, father.” I apologised, bowing my head and clasping my hand in front of me. Tears gathered, but I blinked them away. 'Crying means you’re guilty and you’re only looking for a way to escape’, said my mother always. *Slap* His large, rough palm collided with my cheek, sending me to the ground. Black spots dotted my vision, my head rang at the pain, and I couldn’t stop my tears as I held the stinging spot. “You’re a disgrace to this family! Do you know what people will say when they hear you divorced just after two years of marriage? You’ve brought shame to all of us!” “I-I’m s-sor—” “Sorry?! You’re sorry?! After all my training, you still couldn’t keep your husband. How can you fail in the one thing you’re made to do, you useless, useless girl?!” My mother yelled, and I flinched as my tears hit the floor. “I-I s-swear I-I’ll be a better daug—” “And where are you going with those?” My father growled at the maids pulling my bags into the house and they froze. “Take them out now! There’s no place for uselessness in my family!” “What?” I gasped, lifting up my head to stare at their disgusted faces and blazing glowers. He couldn’t mean what I thought he was saying. “You are no longer a part of this family, Agatha. I disown you. I never want to see you near any of us and our properties unless you want to sleep in jail.” He sneered, and cold settled in my bones. “P-please you.. y-you can’t kick me o-out!” I begged, kneeling in front of them and placing my hands on my belly. “I… I h-have n-nowhere to go, and I’m p-pregnant—” “Then go to your lover, or you think Bruno didn’t tell us about that too.” He spat, turning on his heels, and walked away. “The baby is his. I never—” “James, throw her out now! Beat her if she resists. If I come here in the next two minutes and she isn’t out, I’ll fire all the staff in this house and make sure none of you find a job in this city!” My mother commanded, turning away from me. “Mother! No please! I’m sorry!” I begged, struggling against the man that grabbed my arm and was yanking me towards the door. “You are not my daughter. I regret the day I gave birth to you. I should have killed you like your father suggested. I wish you death!” She spat, glowering at me from over her shoulder. My begging and pleading turned silent as my entire being processed her words. She had said a lot of hateful things to me, and I persevered, but those ones… they shattered the tiny fragments of what was left of my soul, leaving me empty. I was thrown to the ground, but the force or dirt didn’t phase me. I took my bags and stared at the mansion that was once my house but never my home. I was never a part of a family. Everything else went in a blur. One moment I was at my parents’, no, the Jacobs’ family house; the next I was on a bridge, staring at the water below. The darkness and the distance blurred my vision of my reflection, and I was glad. I didn’t want to look at the pathetic girl that was thrown away twice. ‘Where do I even go from here? I have no experience of the outside world, and I’m pregnant. How am I going to take care of a baby if I can’t stand on my two feet?’ I thought, leaning against the railings and staring down below. It was almost like it was calling me, telling me to end it all. ‘If I jumped now, in a few minutes all the pain and emptiness I’m feeling will just disappear. I won’t have to worry about living another day or taking care of a child in this awful world. I’ll be free. No one would miss me, so why do I have to cling to life.’ I leaned forward, lifting a leg up and pressing my stomach against the railings. ‘A little bit forward and it will all be over.’ But my body refused to move. Two sides of me were conflicted at my actions, yelling to jump and stop at the same time. A figure in a distance caught my eye. A man stumbled to the railings like he carried the sorrow of the world and stood a few feet away from me. ‘Does he want to do the same too?’ I wondered as he stared at the water and shook my head, turning my head away. ‘I should focus on myself instead of poking into someone’s business.’ Still, I couldn’t help but watch him from the corner of my eyes. He threw one leg over the railings, then the next and sat on it. ‘I shouldn’t interfere. It’s his life, not mine.’ I told myself as I stood up straight and my feet walked towards him. ‘If he thinks life isn’t worth living, then fine. Let him do what he wants. I don’t judge him.’ The man closed his eyes and slowly, he leaned forward. A little bit further and he would fall off. My tentative walk turned into a sprint. ‘I should let him, but… I can’t.’ My arms wrapped around his torso, yanking him backward.‘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
“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
”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
”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
“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 b
"No, I don't remember that." I said, the lie falling off my tongue before I even realised it. "I would have tried to believe you if you hadn't answered almost instantly." Sebastian said, giving me a sour, unimpressed look. "Fine, I remember, but I didn't think you actually meant what you said that night." I pouted and wrapped my arms around myself. "Why would you think that? I explained my reasons to you, didn't I?" He replied, scrunching a brow. "I know, but I... I still kind of thought it was an attempt to get me to the party. I mean, you popped up the question all of a sudden. I-I thought you were pulling my leg." I confessed and decided that the blank TV was more interesting to look at than him. "Why would you want me to be your date anyway? I'm sure there are other prettier and more sophisticated ladies who would take my place and look so much better by your side than me. If you gave any of them the same reason, they'd understand, and you two will have a great time. Bes
"How do I look?" Bianca asked, strutting in her engagement dress across my studio like she was on a runway. "Perfect. Obviously, the dress was made for you, but you literally upgraded the dress with your looks and charisma." I complimented, gawking at her. I knew I had done a good job with the dress, but seeing it on her was on another level. The dress complemented her figure, hugging her in all the right places and flaunting her curves. And she walked like it was her world and the rest of us were lucky that we were living in it. Not that she was proud or had that main character syndrome, but her confidence was beautiful. "Thank you, but it's the dress. It's gorgeous, Aurora. You exceeded my expectations by far." She praised me and twirled like a princess. The dress fluttered in the air and cascaded to the ground with a smooth motion when she stopped. "You're welcome. I'm glad you like it." I beamed, and if people's heads could physically swell up with pride, mine would have
"We agreed on just a kiss." I whispered, my voice trembling with regret but I continued. "I can't go any further. We shouldn't go any further." Sliding my hands from his neck, I pressed it to his shoulders and gave them a small shove. "I understand." Sebastian sighed, giving me a small sad smile as he let go of me. My muscles itched, burning with the need to drag him back to me and continuing from where we had stopped. I balled my fist together and let out a shaky breathe. "And we're going to pretend this night never... never happened, right? It was all a dream. A... beautiful dream." He stared at me for some seconds and different emotions churned in his eyes but my mind was too muddled to pick them out. His hand reached out to me but stopped midway and dropped back to his side. "If that's what you want then fine. This night never happened and we'll never speak of it again." He assured me with a soft sad smile and my heart cracked. No, I couldn't be pained or sad. He cou
"What?!" I gasped, and my face turned so red that the ripest tomato would shrivel with envy. "You said you wanted to have your first kiss, so allow me." Sebastian said, moving closer to me, and my heart rate went up times four. "Y-you're joking. Y-you don't have to do t-that for me. Because I said it doesn't mean I'm asking you." I stuttered, pressing my back closer to the wall, but it didn't create any more space between us, nor did it quench the heat zipping under my skin and pooling between my legs. "I want to do it, Aurora. I want to kiss you. I want to know how these luscious, tempting lips taste against mine." He breathed, tracing his thumb on my bottom lip. His eyes were firmly locked with mine; the dark shadows of desire and lust swirled in them. "I c-can't... I s-shouldn't." "You can't or you shouldn't?" He asked, placing his other hand on my waist, stroking the fire dancing through me. "What's stopping you? Do you not find me attractive because I do. I find you att
"What! No!" I blurted out a little too quickly than I should have. "Oh... then what new dress are you talking about?" Sebastian said, his smirk growing wider. "So you think I can't just suddenly decide to make a dress for myself? I'm a fashion designer. I can wake up one morning and say, hey, why don't I make a cute dress for myself? I can because I can." I sassed as I stomped out of the kitchen. "But we both know you won't. You aren't one to suddenly decide to do something without any reason." He trailed behind me like a fly following a carcass. "You're not that spontaneous, and I know you won't spend your money like that." "Who said I won't?" I huffed, spinning on my heels, and my hair almost slapped his face. "For your information, I'm no longer broke as I was before I moved here. Bianca paid me for the engagement dress so I can decide to treat myself to a new dress." "Liar!" He snorted. "I'm not saying you're broke. I'm saying you're too responsible. You have your debts
"You're right, Sebastian. I love it so much, but I can't take it because you've done too much for me." I confessed, leaning against the kitchen island; my eyes decided the floor was pretty interesting. "You let me and my daughter stay with you for almost nothing, which I'm completely grateful and thankful for, but it still makes me feel uncomfortable. What I paid for rent can't even cover the electric we use, and I don't even want to talk about the groceries and water too. You're literally gaining nothing, and it makes me feel bad. Like I'm some sort of parasite, leeching off you." "You are not a parasite, Aurora. Not you, not Tiffany. Don't you ever feel that way?" Sebastian scolded and stepped closer to me. "I set the rent, knowing that it would cost me, so it isn't your fault. I want it that way, and I'm happy to cover all the expenses. I can refund the rent you paid right here and now if you let me." "No!" I gasped, snapping my gaze to his face and furrowing my brows. "Don't
*Knock knock* A soft knock echoed through my studio, and I looked up from sewing. "Come in." I said, grabbing my phone and checking the time. A quarter past midnight, I still had like an hour to work. "I hope I'm not disturbing you?" Sebastian asked, walking into the room and holding up a glass cup filled with light yellow liquid. "I brought fresh apple juice. I thought you would need a bit of natural sugar to boost your energy." "I didn't know we had fresh apple juice." I replied as I stood up from my chair and stretched my body. My bones gave a small pop, and I sighed. "We don't, but I there were some apples, so I made some for you." He replied, handing the cup to me. "You didn't have to. I know you must be tired after your flight. You should be resting." I fretted and touched his cheek. "There are eye bags under your eyes, Sebastian. You should be in bed sleeping." "I know you're hopelessly worried about me but I'm quite stronger than you think." He teased, and I snor
"Then I'm sorry; I won't forgive." Sebastian shrugged, grabbing the castle, and began walking away. "Sebastian! Wait! You can't really mean that!" I yelled, running after him as he went out of the kitchen. "Yes, I can, and I will." He replied. "But it isn't fair. It doesn't make sense. You can't blackmail me; accept a present. I did something wrong; I shouldn't be rewarded." I exclaimed, throwing my hands in the air. Why couldn't he just get that that was odd? "And you can't force me to forgive you based on your terms. I was the one hurt, remember?" He argued, walking into the living room, and I stopped at the door. 'Ugh, this is so strange.' I thought and stared at the box in my hand. The jewel glinted in the artificial light, and I stroked the middle gem. 'Gosh, it's so pretty. No, gorgeous. Honestly, gorgeous is the only right word to describe Sinclair designs. And crazy expensive. I wonder how much it is? No, I don't even want to be tempted to check; I don't want to ha
"A princess Lily magical princess power castle." Sebastian replied, a hint of amusement in his voice, and my scowl deepened. "That's not what I meant, and you know it. Why did you buy it?" I asked, keeping my anger at bay. Dorothy told me to know what he was saying or his reason for doing something before jumping to conclusions, and I was trying my best to do just that, but that was hard. Especially when his reason was already as plain as day. "Because every princess needs her castle." He shrugged, and the sides of his lips curved to a smile. "And you heard what Tiffany said, Princess Lily needs her princess power castle or she'll be weak and King Bearyon would take over the world." "Are you trying to spite me?" I snapped, and his eyes widened, every trace of amusement dropping off. "What? No!" He exclaimed, reducing the gap between us until I was barely a hair’s breadth away from him. His cologne swept through my nose, and his powerful presence lit small flames in my vein