The CEO..The air was always thick around the house, but it was much thicker today. Maybe it was because my father’s voice was sharper than usual. With a deep inhale, I opened the door and walked in. My footsteps echoed, merging with the pounding of my heart—how I hated this house.I nearly bumped into Lucy. Her eyes were filled with panic. My expression hardened; I already knew what was about to happen.In the living room, my father sat on a single couch, four hefty men standing behind him, each gripping a bat, an iron pipe, and a steel rod. I sighed, the sight all too familiar, and braced myself for yet another confrontation.My father cleared his throat, his voice laced with disappointment. "Why do you keep wavering between being a failure and a Wesley? Is this perhaps the consequence of weak blood flowing through your veins?”I stood there without a word.With a cold, disdainful gaze, he continued, "Lucy has told me everything. You even left the house. Damon, I thought you would
The CEO..It was barely up to two weeks, and she was already back here—the hospital. I sat on the chair outside the emergency room. My heart pounded in my throat, and my sweaty palms clasped together. My eyes widened, and I froze as they rolled my Binky out of the emergency room. She lay on the bedside trolley, her pale face barely visible under the oxygen mask. Blood seeped into the bandages around her head and her clothes.Tracy covered my eyes with her hand. “You don’t have to see her,” she advised.I pushed her hand away. “I need to.” The medical team surrounded her. Their urgent movement knotted a tie in my stomach.“We need to take her to the surgical theater,” the doctor stated.I scurried behind them and gripped one of the nurses. “What’s happening?” I asked with a strained voice.“Severe head trauma, possible internal bleeding. We need to operate on her immediately.” The nurse walked away, her words tightening my throat. I smacked my forehead again and again.Tracy caugh
The CEO...My chest tightened as my heart pounded panic into my system. Desperately, I battled with the rope. I had to be set free; I had to protect her. Each futile attempt only led to rope digging deeper into my skin and blisters forming on my skin.“That’s not going to happen,” Tracy stated her voice firm. The clicks of her heels against the floor mingled with the tension. “He’s coming with me.”“How’re you going to do that?” He inquired. My father’s tone mocked her. “Last time you abandoned him.”Another tension brewed between them. Hatred, anger, and pain filled the air; no wonder it was always thick.Tracy inched closer and stared up at him, her gaze unwavering. “You see, Williams, everyone has changed; you are the only one still stuck playing god in your delusional world.” Her demeanor changed completely; it was cold. My father flinched at her words. His throat visibly tightened. “Tracy,” he yelled, but it sounded different—not the way he yelled my name when I disappointed h
Aria (15 years old)..I scurried upstairs, my heart dancing in my chest. My eyes fell on Ariel sitting on her bed, cuddling her teddy bear, her eyes fixed on a book.“Guess what,” I stated, jumping on her bed. Ariel forced a smile. “Did she agree to buy you a diary?” She questioned.“Yes,” I yelled. “Well, I did everything She told me to do.” I pouted. “Get a diary too,” I blurted.Ariel’s gaze shifted to meet mine. “What would I write about?”“Are you serious?” I sprang up from the bed, throwing my hands in the air. “You can write about anything—your day, your crush, and things you don’t want to tell anyone. Secrets,” I suggested. Ariel’s expression morphed as her lips curled downwards. “Anything I can’t tell anyone.” She shook her head. “I don’t want to stop telling you things. I don’t need a diary—I have you.”My face reddened and I turned my face away as she turned her attention back to the book she was reading. “What are you reading?” I jumped on her body, and she winced. I
Ariel (15 years old)..My legs were weak, trembling from pain. My throat was parched as I had screamed as loud as I could—searching for a savior. My stomach hurt—everywhere hurt.Aria tried to touch me, but I recoiled; instantly she pulled back. She sat silently, lost of words. The sadness in the air was palpable, perfectly blending with the musty smell inhabiting the basement.“Did he?” Aria’s voice began to wobble. “Did..he?” Her voice, although shaking, deepened.I tried to speak but couldn’t. Leonard had gone, but his painful touches lingered, making me want to claw my skin. His words still echoed in my head: “If you don’t shout and complain, it only goes by faster,” stabbing my mind. When all she got was tears, she had answers. “I’m so sorry; I shouldn’t have begged you to stay.” Aria began to cry, guilt chipping at her voice. “If I didn’t ask you to stay, this would never happen." She attempted to touch me but froze midway. “This is all my fault. All because of a stupid diar
Ariel (15 years old)..Time heals every wound they say. Three weeks had passed and not a sign of improvement. Instead, it got worse; anytime I closed my eyes, I could still feel him on top of me. My body still tightened anytime I heard his voice echo in the house. I stopped having food at the dining, and in no time Aria joined me. The home became like a prison—bounding me to that night. I lay with my stomach on the bed, my legs kicking in the air, and my attention on the novel I was reading. Aria and my mother’s voices filled every corner of the house, making it hard to concentrate on the book. I could hear their voices from our room. I wasn’t the only one who changed that night; Aria did too. She became more defiant, doing the exact opposite of what my mother tells her.The slamming of the door as Aria stomped in broke me out of my reverie. Her face was red, and her eyes were burning with anger. “She’s so difficult.” Aria sighed as she collapsed and sprawled on the bed.I rose
ARIA...We were back at school. My heart pounded with anger as I spotted Ariel crouched in a corner, tears streaming down her face. I hurried over, my concern sharp. “Ariel,” I called out, “what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”She glanced up at me, her eyes red and swollen. “Aria,” she whispered, using her sleeve to try and dry her tears.“Tell me what happened,” I pressed, my fists clenching involuntarily. It was clear someone had hurt her again.“Louisa and her friends attacked me,” Ariel said, her voice quivering with hurt. Louisa? She again?The name sparked a scorching fume within me. Louisa had always been envious of Ariel and seemed to pick on her every chance she got, making her life miserable.“Yes,” Ariel said, her voice breaking, “she told me I was worthless and that no one would ever want me because Logan showed interest in me.”My heart twisted painfully. Just like every other girl, I had my own feelings for Logan, but as usual, he chose Ariel. It stung, but I had to mov
Aria(16 years)..After taking the first letter from the post box and opening it, my hands trembled. My breath quickened. The rejection was clear. I had somewhat expected this, but it still hit hard. With a heavy sigh, I opened the second letter. I was accepted into a community college. A small ray of hope gleamed, yet it was overshadowed by a wave of sadness. It wasn't what I wanted, but it was something. It seemed Ariel and I wouldn't be together as we had planned.I trudged back into the room, my shoulders slumped. Ariel rushed towards me, her eyes sparkling. . "How is it? Did you get accepted?" she asked.I managed a weak smile, reaching out to gently ruffle her hair. "No, I was rejected," I admitted, my voice soft. "But I did get into a community college, so it’s not all bad.”Ariel tried to mask her disappointment, but I could see the hope draining from her eyes. . We had dreamed of this together, and now it felt like a part of that dream was slipping away.I sank onto the bed
Lucy pov ...Amidst the lush greenery, the breeze sung a calm song to me. I sat on the bench watching other patients. They were all crazy. I scoffed and skimmed my hands on my patient outfit. I turned and faced Logan, who arrived a few seconds later. “It’s been ages.” Logan smiled. “I wanted to get red roses, but you said you love yellow flowers." He handed me a bouquet of yellow roses.I smiled and accepted it. “How’s your sister?” I faced him. “Tell me you have stopped smoking.”It’s been a long time since I had a conversation with the outside world. I had no family and no friends ever came to visit. It was nice to see him.Logan chuckled. “I have stopped smoking.” His green eyes gleamed beneath the yellow hues of the sun. “And for my sister.” He paused and clenched the edge of the wooden seat. “She didn’t make it.” His voice softened.“I am so sorry.” My chest tightened. I knew how much he loved his sister.“But I opened a bar.” A wide smile formed across his lips. “When you g
Lucy ..(This chapter contains violence that might disturb viewers. Viewers' discretion is advised.)The news had already spread like wildfire. Damon hadn’t said anything, nor have I; people could only wonder what happened that led to us canceling our wedding a day before. My friend had asked, and I told them that I ended it after discovering Damon wanted to absorb my company just like his father did to other companies.Leaning back on my office chair, I sighed. I was this close to having him. I jolted up as the door opened. “There’s a meeting with the board of directors,” Tina announced. “Now?” I raised a brow. “Why?” She adjusted her glasses. “Yes, Ma’am. I really don’t know. But all the members are around.” I sprang to my feet. The clicks of my heels echoed. My heart pounded. How come I wasn’t aware of the meeting? Sweat swathed across my palm.Opening the door, my eyes fell on the seven members—they were all here. It was hard for them to gather together, except something v
The toy ..I dragged the last luggage down the stairs and placed it at the door. I was tired of being his toy. I was stupid to think that we would end up together. I had enough savings to start up my life. I need to run away from Manhattan, from New York. I need to move far away, to another place.I glanced around the apartment; so many beautiful and ugly memories; both of them haunted me.Opening the door, I gasped as my eyes fell on Damon. I held the tears that welled in my eyes. My heart twisted yet fluttered. Pain and relief fought to dominate my chest—neither won.His eyes fell on my luggage, and he frowned. “Where are you going?” What is he going to say to me? No, stay here and watch me get married to another woman. I rolled my wet eyes. “I’m leaving Damon.” I tried to bolster my voice, to show resolve.He inched closer and shut the door behind him. His beautiful amber eyes burned into mine. The eyes I had loved so much, that had caused me so much pain. Now one of my babies
The CEO..I climbed the stairs, each step feeling as heavy as the weight pressing down on my heart. Pearl had handed over the remaining 10 percent of the company shares to me, knowing that once the engagement and merger were finalized, the Wesley Corporation would likely dissolve Beckham Construction. The certificate was cold in my hands, but it felt meaningless now.As I passed by Lucy's room, the sound of her soft chuckle drifted out, followed by her mother's voice. I glared at the door. The thought of me spending the rest of my life with her was mentally gnawing. I was doing this for the child; once the child is enough, I'll get a divorce and just focus on my child. The memories of my childhood after my mother flooded in—just me and my father. "Damon isn’t around, right?" Mrs. Beckham asked. "Are you sure he is?"I was about to walk away, but the question glued my feet to the floor and, like a magnet, pulled my ears to the door."He isn't," Lucy replied, a note of excitement bub
The toy ..Tears streamed down my face, warm and bitter as they traced the curves of my cheeks. The room around me was silent like it was holding its breath, waiting for me to break.And I did.I muffled my sobs, pressing the back of my hand against my mouth, trying to keep it together, even though no one was around to witness. My elbows dug into my thighs as I leaned forward, staring at the two red lines on the pregnancy test. They glared back at me, mocking me. I shook my head, refusing to believe it. This couldn’t be real. What now? My mind raced, thoughts crashing into each other like waves against a rock. Damon’s wedding was just two days away. Two days. Even if I told him, what would change? I could hear Mr. Brian's voice in my head, loud and clear. Men know who they want to marry, and they keep the others around just for fun.I had brushed off those words when he first said them, but now they are repeated. in my mind, each repetition drilling pain into my heart—I should ha
The CEO..The drive was perfect, the kind of perfect that only comes once in a long while. The wind whipped through my hair as the convertible glided down the winding road, the sun casting a golden glow over everything it touched. The expression on my father when I testified against him in court felt like an award—a medal.Opening the door to my house, my gaze fell on Mrs. Beckham and Lucy.Mrs. Beckham stood in the center of the room, her presence cold.My smile faded, “Mrs. Beckham,” I greeted her with a curt nod. Mrs. Beckham was the female version of my father, so I spoke, a knot formed in my stomach as her presence gnawed at me.She didn’t return my pleasantries. Instead, she placed a crisp white envelope on the burly wood table, her eyes boring into mine. “Open it,” she instructed, her tone strict and firm. I hesitated for a second before crossing the room.I hardened my gaze as I snatched up the envelope, the paper cool and smooth against my skin. I tore it open and pulled
(This chapter contains violence that might disturb viewers. Viewers' discretion is advised.) The CEO . . I had changed into another outfit as I sat on the bed in my room. I constantly rubbed my hands, although they were clean. I could still feel Zach’s blood on my hand. How could I lose control? How could I hurt him? I smacked my head with my hand, letting out a grunt. Tracy trudged in. She only kept thinner and paler. “How are you doing?” “How is Zach? Is he up?” My fingers fidgeted. “No.” She tossed a file to me. “That’s the rest of my company.” “Why are you giving me?” Tracy’s expression softened. “Damon, I can die any moment. I need to leave my company with someone competent.” A weak smile stretched her lip. “Now let go and take your freedom from your father.” She gripped my hand, a failed attempt to pull me up. My chest tightened; this heart of mine had experienced too much pain. Another gloominess lingered at the mention of her dying any moment. I was too
The CEO . .Lying on the bed, I felt the sheets beneath me, my eyes closed, yet my mind was restless, buzzing with haunting images I couldn’t escape. Binky's tears haunted me; her face burned into my thoughts. But it was my father’s smile that truly kept me awake—the coldness, the quiet satisfaction he always had when things went his way. My hand gripped the bedsheet, twisting it, hoping it could ease my pain— but nothing.I couldn’t shake the thought—if only I’d been better, if only I’d been stronger if only I could’ve been more than this... this puppet he so easily manipulated. But I wasn’t. I was nothing more than a piece on his board and moved around to suit his game. The bitterness of it tore me from the inside out, choking with helplessness. If only I could turn the tables and make him pay for all of it. I wasn’t that person—not powerful enough, not anything enough.Stumbling to the closet, I flung open a drawer, my heart racing as I reached for the revolver inside. The c
Toy..I sat in the large, imposing courtroom. The air thickened with tension, but Nope still hung over, hoping Justice could be served. The murmurs of spectators seized as the proceedings began, leaving the shuffle of the papers. My eyes fixed on Damon’s father, who stood in the defendant box. Occasionally, he would stare at me and flash a smile that aggravated me. His words still rang in my ears, the way he casually told me how I looked softer than Aria outside the courtroom. I clenched my fist, hoping he would rot in jail for eternity. Mr. Jackson stood at the defendant's box. His eyes constantly darted between me and Mr. Wesley. My chest was tight like I was carrying the weight of the world on my chest. The flutters in my stomach were so grave that I might have developed stomach cancer. I sighed, hoping Damon’s threat should have walked in. Damon had messaged Mr. Jackson once he confessed to Mr. Wesley. He would protect him as Mr. Wesley would be powerless and be behind bars.