********Darren.I hold her hand in mine. Praying to the goddess that she would wake up. It’s been close to three weeks since she slipped into a coma. The doctors still aren’t sure if she will wake up.Krystal told me to hold on. Not to lose faith but it’s hard to do that with each day that passes a
Mayra.I have never been this happy my entire life. I thought things couldn’t get better after Raya died but they did. Everyone was there to help me heal and to help me pick myself up and move forward. Darren was my biggest supporter. He had been the source of my strength and my pillar on those days
“I so did not need to hear that” she says, making a barfing motion before continuing. “Then if mom isn’t pregnant and you and Aunt Lily are already expecting then it means Aunt Claire’s baby is the one I’m sensing”We all turn to look at Claire who looks like a deer caught in headlights.“Damn it, I
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LaurenI heard the door open and by the clean and citrus smell I knew it was Darren. I didn’t bother standing up to welcome him home. What was the use? When I knew very well that he wouldn’t appreciate it nor would he want me to.I was surprised that he come home. I rarely saw him nowadays and when
I stare in doubt at the humongous house in front of me. I can hear the booming music playing somewhere outside. I could also hear the screams of children as they had fun.It was Krystal eighth birthday and I hadn’t been invited. I hadn’t even known there was a party. How pathetic is that? Not knowin
I walk through the hallways of my almost empty company. My best friend and I had built Ruby’s collection from scratch. Ruby’s had been flourishing. Had been among the top ten fashion companies. Now it was crumbling.Darren had kept true to his promise to destroy me. My name had been dragged through
It’s been a year since I fled from my pain. I had thought my wound would heal, but I had been wrong. I hadn’t healed. Neither had I found closure. Instead something darker had taken root inside me.As the Uber driver drives past the familiar streets. I’m reminded of why I had left this forsaken coun