Lauren walked down the void of darkness not knowing where she was. She tried to call for help but strangely, her throat was parched and no sound came out of her mouth. She was scared. her heart slammed against her chest as if threatening to burst out in no time. She shut her eyes tight and closed her ears with her palms.
She was lost.
“Lauren.” A voice called out in the wind. A voice she knew perfectly well. A voice she could recognise anywhere in the world.
It was her mother.
Opening her eyes, she found herself in a vast dessert with wind that threatened to knock her off her feet. Just where the hell was she?
“Mom?” she called out, hoping she would see her mother, and she did! A hand landed on her shoulders and when she turned, there stood her mother, wearing her ever charming smile.
“Mom.” Lauren called again in a shaky voice. This time, tears slid down her cheeks. She saw her mother
Lauren sat as stiff as a tree in the car, unable to look outside as usual to admire nature. She couldn’t believe she was on her way to the very place she dreaded most! Well, it was all thanks to some stupid nightmare of hers. That morning when Malcolm had asked her, not in his usual I-am-Malcolm-Knight tone but in a kind of caring tone, her heart had stopped beating for the briefest second; she thought she was going to break down right in front of him and shatter all the pretenses but she couldn’t do that. She owed it to her father, and moreover, she didn’t know what this man might end up doing to her if she revealed anything now, so she simply nodded.She missed her mother.She missed her mother so much it felt like her heart would rip into pieces.Then, he gave her permission to go see her mother. To go see Grace; and only then did she remember who her ‘mother’ was. Her first decision was not to go but she knew she couldn’t
Lauren felt her entire energy being drained from her. Her father chose his title over her mother. He chose wealth over her and her mother. Her brain found it hard to process that and the more she tried to make up excuses for him in her head, the more the tears came. The minute the car halted in front of the Knight’s mansion, she walked straight upstairs, trying hard not to break down in front of all these people. She stopped in front of the master bedroom and after some thought, she turned back and headed to the first floor where the guest rooms were and picking a random one, she walked in, closing the door behind her. She sat down in front of a mirror hating the face she saw. It reminded her that she was just a second choice to her father. Without wasting time, she quickly removed it, and at the sight of that face that reminded her so much of her mother, she broke down to0 tears. Bryan jumped about happily, holding onto the big soft hand that held him. it was
Lauren felt her entire energy being drained from her. Her father chose his title over her mother. He chose wealth over her and her mother. Her brain found it hard to process that and the more she tried to make up excuses for him in her head, the more the tears came. The minute the car halted in front of the Knight’s mansion, she walked straight upstairs, trying hard not to break down in front of all these people. She stopped in front of the master bedroom and after some thought, she turned back and headed to the first floor where the guest rooms were and picking a random one, she walked in, closing the door behind her. She sat down in front of a mirror hating the face she saw. It reminded her that she was just a second choice to her father. Without wasting time, she quickly removed it, and at the sight of that face that reminded her so much of her mother, she broke down to0 tears. Bryan jumped about happily, holding onto the big soft hand that held him. it was
Seconds trickled by but yet the little guy hadn’t spoken a word. He only stood rooted at a spot, looking straight at her. Lauren’s body shivered unconsciously. Was he going to tell his father? She could already imagine herself spending the rest of her miserable life behind bars. Beyond that, she could see the hurt on the little boy’s face. Of course, it wasn’t fair hiding all those secrets away from him—what was she expecting. “Bryan, I can explain. Please let me explain.” Tears trickled down her eyes again. This time, it was tears for her unknown future. It was tears for fear of losing this little guy’s faith in her. It was tears of losing a dear friend. “Michelle?” He whispered as if finding it hard to say the word. “Bryan.” She called out desperately. “Bunny. Aunty’s sorry.”Bryan’s face crumpled and so did his heart. it was her!
“What the hell is going on here?!”Lauren froze. She felt a chill run down her spine. She was doomed! D. O. O. M. E. D!She had nowhere to hide now. She couldn’t put on her mask either, not when it was being held by Bryan who already hated her. Maybe this was her fate. Maybe she was destined to die here. She was just sad her life ended too soon. She began to weep afresh. “I said, What. Is. Going. On. Here?!” Malcolm thundered again, punctuating his every word. Despite the fact that her face was almost hidden from him, she could feel his rage. It was almost as if she could see it. Her entire body quivered uncontrollably.This is it, Lauren. Your doom is here. She steeled herself. It was better she turned herself in now and hope for a ‘lighter’ punishment than wait for him to enter the room and find out her secret himself. Sitting on her knees, she turned to face him when her face hit a soft w
Lauren opened the door as quietly as she could, perking into the room and when she saw no sign of Malcolm, she heaved a sigh of relief and dashed for her closet door. She opened it and ran in quickly, closing the door behind her but as she turned, she froze. “You are a second late!” His voice halted her. There he was, sitting on her dressing table playing with her lipstick, like a bored king waiting for some visitors to arrive. “I…I” wait! Why was she stuttering? “What are you doing here?” “Is my wife’s closet a forbidden place to enter?” he replied nonchalantly.Lauren froze. This was the second time he was referring to her as a wife. “No… I thought we had an agreement…” To keep off each other’s privacy. She couldn’t find the voice to complete her statement. Not when the man before her was starring daggers at her.
Malcolm got off the bathtub filled with cold water when he felt he was calm enough. He sighed. In all his years of handling businesses, contracts, and even women, he had never lost control like he did the previous night. he had always been the cold hard-to-please CEO but she broke that last night. first, she turned him into a jealous husband in front of his own son! Then, she made him want to devour her that he swore it had taken all his willpower to peel himself off her. Sighing, he dried his body and wore his robe. Sitting on his vanity desk now turned mini-study, he thought of working to get rid of the remaining heat but the moment he turned on his laptop, thoughts of her flooded his mind… what was she doing now? Had she slept? Unable to resist anymore, he opened the door silently and peeped, only to see her sleeping already, in an uncomfortable position. Stupid girl. He scolded inwardly and approached her. He laid her in a comfortable position and then c
Bryan entered his room with a sour face, banging the door behind him. He felt like crying. Just last night, he had been so happy that he finally found her and now, she was so close but she no longer looked at him like he was the only one in her eyes. Why did she have to keep asking after his father?! His father was a grown man who could take care of himself but he was still a kid…Kid…His face squeezed up at the thought of that. No, he wasn’t a kid. He was just a six-year-old boy who needed a motherly figure. He didn’t want to cry but he felt if he didn’t make his hurt look real, she wasn’t going to believe him. Slumping on the bed, he sulked, waiting for her to walk right through his door; and she did. It was barely minutes when she entered. “Bunny? Are you okay?” she asked, standing by the door.Bryan frowned. Why must she use his nickname? It made him almost loosen up and run into her arms. Stee
Lauren found herself in a big mansion. It was so big and beautiful that she couldn't help but admire it. Just as she was about to move about to admire it, something clung to her legs and when she turned, she saw Bryan. "Bryan?" She turned and carried him into her arms so naturally like he was a part of his life. She played around with him and just when she was getting tired, she heard a voice call out her name. Turning around, she saw no one. Was she just imagining it? It came again, this time, the voice was filled with longing and loneliness. "Who are you?" She asked. The voice came the third time and this time, a figure appeared by the door, slowly walking towards her. As the face came into light, a wave of recognition hit her and her tears began to flow freely as she ran into his arms. "Malcolm." She closed her eyes familiarizing herself with the feeling he brought and when she opened them, she was no longer in the beautiful mansion.
...Be downstairs in five minutes or forget about living...Warren flung his phone in fear and without waiting for his wife to question him, he scurried downstairs. If the voice he heard on the phone was real, then he was dead. He flew down the stairs to meet the 'visitor' who was seated comfortably on the sofa, sipping from a glass of blood-red wine. "Mr. Knight," Warren called out in respect. The man before him maybe his son-in-law but three was no way he was going to disrespect him. Malcolm finally looked at him, his eyes as icy as ever. "Start talking," Malcolm said.Warren was confused. What was the meaning of this? Was this man trying to play a prank?He smiled, "Is Mr. Knight trying to crack a joke?"Malcolm didn't reply. He kept looking at the giant clock at the other end of the room and after exactly five minutes, he threw a stack of documents at Warren. Realizing how serious the man before him was, Warren pick
Malcolm leaned by the car, smoking a cigarette and staring into the space his son disappeared into. His subordinates looked confused but they dared not question him. They had been there for hours but instead of going after the little guy and bringing him back home, they stood they for close to an hour. Malcolm however, was ignorant of what his subordinates were thinking. He only stood there quietly, with a stick of burning cigarette between his fingers, feeling as nervous as ever. Just then, he heard Bryan scream for help and that was enough to jolt him out of whatever reverie he was in. Quickly, he rushed in and the sight that greeted him, made his blood boil. Lauren laid on the floor helplessly unconscious. Quickly, he dished out an order to call Dr. Alfred before carrying the frail girl into his arms to the car and driving her off to Dr. Alfred's hospital. Bryan ignored his father. His only attention was on his mother. The thought of her death made his heart wrench. He didn't wan
Malcolm stood by Bryan's door, listening to him sulk all night with a sigh. How could he have not known? How could he have allowed himself to be deceived twice by the same person? Now, he had hurt everybody around him, including his son and most especially, Lauren. He wondered how meeting her again would feel like. He didn't even know where she was for crying out loud! Gradually pushing his weak body to his room, his face scrunched at the sight of it. The scent of that woman still lingered. In fact, it had overshadowed the scent of his Lauren and it disgusted him. He walked to the balcony, lighting a cigarette and drawing in the smoke like he was trying to find comfort in it. He chuckle as he choked. He didn't believe that a day would come when he of all people would feel pain. Maybe, karma was finally knocking at his doorstep. He chuckled wryly.Karma.Did he even believe in that word?Anna hummed a song as she took a morning shower. Perhaps, it w
Michelle let go of Bryan's chin quickly and staggered backward, her eyes not leaving the figure at the door.Malcolm.How come? She didn't even hear his car drive in. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came. Bryan glared at her and then his father before slowly walking away to his room upstairs. His face, clearly showing how to hurt he was. "Welcome baby." Michelle greeted in the most natural voice ever, hoping Malcolm hadn't seen what had transpired earlier since Bryan had his back to him. Smiling she walked up to him and made to collect his briefcase but his firm hold on it told her he had clearly seen the scene earlier. Like an executioner approaching his victim, he took cold steps towards her, her mind skipping at each step he made.He flung the briefcase to one side of the sofa, "Start talking." He said in a calm voice.Huh?! " Baby I don't know what you are talking about." Michelle tried hard to maintain her innocent look despi
Bryan stayed with Anna and her family, unwilling to return home. Anna tried every technique she could remember but the little guy was resolute. He wanted to stay with her. Anna panicked. It was getting pretty late. The sky was turning dark. She had successfully spent her whole day with the little guy but yet even now, he was ever reluctant to return to his parents. "How about this? We will meet at the lake tomorrow. Is that okay with you?" Anna negotiated, finding it funny that she was actually bargaining with a little chap.Bryan blinked, "Pinky promise?"Anna sighed. She hadn't meant her word but she really wasn't expecting him to hold her by her words. "If I Pinky swear, will you return home?"He pretended to be in deep thoughts and after a while, he looked up to her and nodded. "Fine then." She gave in, bringing her pinky finger close to the guy, and just as their Pinkys met, images began to fly through her head at a ridiculously
Bryan sat almost lifelessly, starring straight into the lake. He looked downcast. Things have never been the same ever since his mother left. His father had become so into that woman that he no longer listened or care about him.Mommy... His heart cried out, Bryan has been a good boy. Please come back to little Bryan.He didn't feel like going home despite the fact that he knew guards would be on the search for him. Luckily, that woman didn't know a thing about this place. He frowned at the thought of her discovering his mother's most treasured place. It would be like a weed entering into a place where it isn't wanted. "Little One?"Bryan froze. Had he been imagining too much that he now heard her voice in his head? Tears welled in his eyes. But just when he concluded it was an illusion, a hand touched his shoulder and the voice came again. This time, he couldn't resist it. He turned around and at the sight of her, the tears that
Anna sighed in relief after they were settled in. Luckily, Grandpa Worth had a friend in the city who was willing to accommodate them. As she looked at the family of three, her heart swelled with gratitude. They knew nothing about her yet, they risked leaving their home to accompany her to a hospital. She could only hope in her heart that someday, she would be able to repay their kindness to her. She gazed lovingly at little Gwen who was busy watching the city through the window. From her exclamations, Anna could guess it was her first time being in a big city like this. "Anna, why don't you take a walk with your sister? I think I'm going to have a headache listening to all her nonsense." Keira suggested with a smile. Behind Anna, she shared a brief meaningful gaze with her husband. If a part of her memory could flash the minute they entered the city, it only meant she was somehow connected to this city. And who knows? Perhaps, she might end up recalling more if she ge
Michelle looked in the direction of the open door, her mouth wide open in shock. She even forgot she was naked! By the door, stood Malcolm with an extremely chilly aura. God! She was doomed! She turned to look at the cause of her problems but instead of being as shocked as her, he actually had a sly smile on his face. "Malcolm..." Michelle lacked what to say. She had been caught red-handed so she couldn't whip up a single lie. "You really don't know what is called bad timing, bro, do you?" Christian said with a satisfied look on his face. It was like he had done it on purpose to piss his brother off.Quickly, Michelle grabbed her shirt and flew out of the bed. She put it on and quickly approached the man with the vicious aura standing by the door but before she could reach out to touch him, he evaded her touch. "Darling, it wasn't my fault. Christian tried to force himself on me." She said, sounding grieved.The man didn't say