We entered the mansion without any fuss, seemingly as I was with Raphael. It’s a three-storey mansion where the main foyer splits into two grand staircases that only enhances the luxurious look. The mansion was full of such extravagantly gilded furniture and grandeur that I thought it would have been better suited to a reigning monarch.
We were directed to the ballroom (I stopped ooh...ing at the main foyer itself. Ballroom! I never knew anyone with ballrooms in their houses) where a different security detail is present to recheck the authenticity. Looking at the guest list I too would recommend it. Hollywood’s well-known actors, producers, politicians what not; you name it, they have it. The party was going with the sort of discreet swing that only serious money could contrive.
Ok, we are in, now what?
Can I ask?
Ask? Ask whom? What are you saying?
My inner diva clears her throat and said,
Attention everyone, this announcement i
‘But Diana, she is dead. There is no need for us to part anymore. Don’t you see?’‘Oh, darling. I understand that her being murdered worked in our favour, but that just made me realize how careless I was being! It could have been easily Edward who caught us. I don’t want to risk it. All this wealth slipping from my fingers... I can’t bear it. He will divorce me for sure if he learns.’‘Does wealth is more important for you? More than me?’, he sounded angered.‘How naive you are? Sometimes I forget your age. I may not reflect your emotions, but I could advise you. Remember this darling, there is nothing if there is no wealth. Only money brings you luxury. Not these silly emotions. For what it’s worth, I’m really sorry darling, we couldn’t be seen together again. So, please leave. And never come back’, the last sentence she said as a warning that will have dire consequences if he d
Scared of blood.His words were ringing in my ears still when Raphael intercepted us.‘God, what a mess! what happened?’‘I... we were dancing... then suddenly I don’t know where that waiter came from. It all happened within seconds. I was cut and your brother... he just... fainted?’, I remiss the story, still mulling over what Nathaniel said.‘Oh yay. It happens whenever he sees blood. He is hemophobic’, he explained.‘What’s a party without a few drinks being spilled, right? You better put him in a more comfortable position and have someone look at him’‘What about you? Show me where you are hurt’‘Here. As I told your brother it’s nothing serious. I will clean it up in the ladies' room. You take him to somewhere quiet’, I said motioning to the onlookers. Actually, I wanted some alone time to think about what conspired here. For someone, it may
He took my hand, stood, and without sparing any glance to the other occupants on the table, announced, ‘we are leaving’.‘You can’t leave now! The auction has just begun. What will the media think? Jacob- ‘Diana is in the middle of profanity when we left the ballroom.Raphael didn’t take me to any other room, but straight to the parking garage which was thankfully away from the prying eyes of the media.He selected a Bugatti la Voiture Noire (the most expensive one) from a handful of cars (I don’t know the names of half of them, only that they would be freaking expensive) and opened the door saying, ‘get in’.Ok. Not. ‘One, I’m not a dog to follow your orders, and two, where are you taking me? I just clarified I’m not ready for any of your hanky-panky’, I said with my cheeks blazing probably a nice shade of red from my blushing.‘You amaze me, Erica. Hanky-Panky? Ev
Raphael Sinclair laid a trap and I fell hook, line, and sinker for it. Looking at the file-indelible scars are left on my heart. I lost...lost my faith in love. Because in my hand is a file that opens to a photo of me- a photo that was taken 3 months back. The date was printed at the bottom of the photo. Each page consists of the parts of my life which were known to only Kade before. My entire life... is packed in this file.The conversation with Kade came to my mind‘Remember you said your sister got the information about you from a PI hired by her boyfriend’‘Yes. I totally forgot about it.’‘Well, I almost tracked that PI. It’s just a final case of pinpointing. By tonight I will give you the details’Well, there is no need for pinpointing anymore. Because staring at the details, I can say that the PI did a wonderful job. An apathetic laugh escaped me. My life collapses before my eyes, and I’m appre
‘You bastard! I’m going to kill you’, I advanced on him, punching my way, my fists connecting with his body with a force that will surely leave bruises. My vision narrowed to hurt him as badly as he hurt me. ‘You coward! What kind of sick person are you to play such tricks!’‘Erica-‘, Raphael tried to speak, but I landed another blow to his face. He was in defense, trying to block my punches, but not attacking me. Yet I don’t care. Given the chance he would fight back, was my belief about him.‘Stop it’, but I was long gone hearing his excuses.‘Did you enjoy making a fool out of me? Did it make you feel better mocking me? Had a good laugh at how gullible I’m?’, I taunted him.‘Erica stop’, now we are in his living room. All that pristine, sterile environment gone with the mess we were making. Books were thrown, glasses were broken, chairs overturned, nothing remaine
‘Do I?’, he questioned in return flippantly.‘I don’t want to presume any more. Especially in things related to you. And according to Sophie, her boyfriend Jack hired the PI. Meaning you’, I said with a dead voice.‘You think I’m Jack? So that’s how you work out I’m her boyfriend? It’s Nathaniel. He is called Jack at the house. Sophie loved Nathaniel. Not me’, he clarified to me as he walked into the kitchen and threw the ice pack in the sink.‘But... your middle name is Jacob and Nathaniel’s Jonathan. Then why is he called Jack?’‘Haven’t, you met my family? It’s Diana’s version of a sense of humor. Calling him Jack since I was a small kid... was one way of her showing what she could do’, he replied bitterly.The one hour back I would have shown sympathy...felt rage for treating him like that, but this new me doesn’t feel a thing
The street was lit with the hustle that is New York. Thankfully, I took my wallet yesterday. The same cannot be said about my clothes. I was still in his shirt and shorts. But hey, this is New York. Thinking of not subjecting myself to the judgmental looks in the subway in my current mood, I hailed a cab.The person who was hiding in a car and doing the continuous surveillance of the building the entire night, got into action when a woman wearing a man’s shirt and boxer shorts appeared outside. Dialing the number, a text was sent writing-‘she left the building. Following now. Probably reaching the destination. Be ready’.I was lethargic from lack of sleep. All those accusations drained me emotionally. I was not thinking anything other than my bed when I entered my floor. So it came as a surprise when a hiccup that is more like a sob disturbed my thoughts. I looked up expecting Richard’s tactics which I got used to but not in a mood to handle it
The deafening silence that came after the gunshot could be described as annoying, giving the whole scene a dramatic flair that demanded in this situation. I didn’t give her the satisfaction of my reaction other than blinking my eyes. She knew she was aiming above my head while firing. I hoped she would aim anywhere other than on my body. Because, if nothing else she craves gossip. And a chance like this to tattletale her prowess...she would hardly miss it. I was counting on it and the angle of the gun, of course. As I know one thing about her...she thrives on sharing the information that no one guessed. That’s...Rose for you.‘Aww... I know you are cardboard when I first saw you in the office. No emotions, no eagerness to share any juicy titbits... even when you started secretly seeing Raphael Sinclair. I have to give points to you on that stunt. How did you pull it off within a month? Anyways, you always treated us, mortals, like we are beneath you. As thou
He extended his hand, before everyone important to us, to join him. I searched for Kade. Understanding what I’m asking, Kade appeared beside me, to walk me through the aisle.When I reached Raphael, he joined our hands together and turned us to the pastor. We both looked into each other’s eyes ignoring the pastor, until the time he asked Raphael, ‘do you Raphael Jacob Sinclair take Erica Anderson as your wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness, and in health, keeping yourself solely unto her for as long as you both shall live?’Raphael said ‘I do’ while looking into my eyes.Then the pastor turned towards me and asked ‘Do you Erica Anderson, take Raphael Jacob Sinclair, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and health, to love, honor and obey, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself solely unto him fo
Two days have passed since I cut our ties.Despite telling him no, I was suffering from a lassitude, a vagueness, that prevented me from doing anything more energetic and profitable than wandering the streets of New York listlessly. A strenuous exercise may help, but my body was not obeying my commands. What I need is, I decided fretfully, something to take my mind off Raphael Sinclair.Remind me why are we doing this again? Asked my inner diva.Self-respect, I gritted out.It must be nice sleeping with that self-respect, my inner self said sarcasm dripping from her voice.Decide which side you are before sprouting your nonsense.Can I say, peace? My inner b queried.There was nothing dramatically changing in my life once I said no. No light pointed out whether I have done the right thing or not. No mini-Raphael’s asking, ‘Why did you leave daddy, mommy?’ In the dreams. All the same, I felt lonely. Sometimes I questi
‘That’s the point. You never considered how I may feel! Normally, when a girlfriend says she is pregnant, her boyfriend asks-how does she feel? Is she happy? Does she want this baby?... you know the basic things. But do not place surveillance on her as if she is a fugitive. Who does that? You always canter to what I may want without consulting me, yet never wait and think what I may need, Raphael?’‘You are being unreasonable Erica. I explained to you the circumstances and the delicacy the situation warranted’‘No! You had your turn, now you listen to me. This relationship’, I swallowed the lump that formed on what I was about to say, ‘this...whatever we are having is not how a relationship works. There must be a give and take. There must be dates, talking...not soulful silences, sharing each other’s feelings, emotions, fear’s, hobbies, musical tastes, not to forget the past(like have any more surprise family
‘Before I speak any further, why don’t you go change while I order something for you?’ He pointed towards his wardrobe that has his second set of clothes.‘Are you going to charge this one too?’ I joked, reminiscing his demand to pay for the clothes he bought.‘Consider this my investment’, he countered.Once I changed into his shirt and ate a sandwich that no doubt one of his possums provided, I asked relaxing on the couch, ‘so, what do you want to talk about?’‘Do you love me?’‘Just go to the jugular, why don’t you? You don’t have the right to ask that question. I’m not here to listen to this’, I tried to get up.‘Sit down Erica. Trust me, I will explain later. Just answer my question’I snorted at him demanding my trust. ‘Why?’‘Because I want to know how you feel about me before I say anything&rsquo
It didn’t help to improve my mood either when I stepped outside the subway to encounter the rain. The way my life is going I really ought to have known better than to think the weather would cooperate. A wry glance at the dense cloud-packed sky confirmed that the rain wasn't likely to let up. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound. I had no alternative but to get soaked in the rain as I walked. By the time I reached my former office, I’m drenched wet to the bone, my cream shirt and black skirt, no doubt liberally splattered with dirty rainwater spots. I don’t know what I’m going to accomplish once I meet Raphael, however, in my current mindset I would probably stab him with his pen that’s always neatly placed on his desk.Once I entered his floor, my eyes landed on none other than the woman who was cast alongside Raphael in the picture. She was lounging casually on the couch outside his office, doing her touch-up. Why, oh why? Can this day get any
All I’m saying is he is human... treat him as such. Don’t condemn him without listening to his side, Raphael’s new friend aka my inner b advised me.That’s not true. We talked about what happened, I mulled.No, you dissected, and he listened patiently, my inner b was on a roll.Yet, not once did he object, I countered.At this, my inner diva started counting his virtues while pacing the imaginary floor. ‘Did you give him the chance? You were the one to build an impossible castle of dreams on an insecure foundation. You were the one to abandon a relationship that has leavening magic which lacked in this generation. You may reason yourself with whatever you think is right, but just think... he was the guy who held you when you cried. He was the guy who listened to your blabbering and didn’t blanch at your imagination. He was the guy who rescued you when you are in danger, not once but twice. He was the guy who wanted to a
‘I... but doctor, how is that possible?’‘Are you asking me the basics Ms. Anderson?’, he asked playfully.‘What? Of course not. What I mean is... doctor it’s... it’s actually only been a month since I entered a relationship. You see what I’m getting at?’, I asked hopefully with my cheeks blushing red, hinting at a probable malfunction in the scanning report.‘My dear, if I can be blunt, all it takes is only one time done at the right moment. And you are six weeks pregnant from what I can see in the reports’‘But... how? Six weeks?’Please ask again, I want to have a nice laugh, my inner d said sarcastically.‘Well, many new would-be mothers’ get confused the first time. The counting starts from your last period, not from the date the sperm enters your body’.‘Oh...ok’, I mentally cringed, visualizing the scientific side.
‘No!!’, my scream was joined by another male one. Rose looked surprised at the blood coming from her. The bullet was lodged near her heart. I could feel her life force slipping. What a waste! A Life is driven by greed and envy. Though I didn’t agree with her choices, I didn’t want this for her. I wanted justice, yes, but this feels... cheated.I looked at the guy who was the cause of this mess and was shocked to see his facial characteristics. He is by no doubt Raphael’s half-brother. His jawline... his nose...his hair... They look like Raphael, only younger. How could Diana sleep with him, knowing he resembles Raphael? That was one twisted mind I wouldn’t touch with a ten-foot pole.He knelt beside Rose, gingerly holding his hand, ‘Oh Rose, I’m sorry’, silent tears can be seen leaking from his eyes.‘I knew... you were always ...a poor...shot’, Rose joked with her last breath.Even though
‘Stop your riddles and say clearly Rose’, I spat the words.‘Erica...Erica...Erica, you always had a problem with power. First, Raphael when he made you a workhorse, now, me for not spilling my guts faster. It’s ok though, as this will be your last conversation... I will tell you. You know, as a friend’, she said sarcastically before continuing to reply to my questions, ‘so, where was I? Oh, yes, children. Me and my brother. Where does Sophie fit into this?’, she tapped her finger on the Chin and said, ‘right in the middle of it. We are... the three musketeers’‘I won’t believe you’, I said, not wanting to see the image she is projecting.‘Whatever! Believe it or not. Just because you closed your eyes doesn’t mean it’s dark outside. However, I agree she was not part of the plan in the beginning. It all started four years ago. My mother’s bedtime story on her deathbed,