Hayden was against me meeting my father. He said it was just an empty threat. But I knew better—my father never said anything he didn’t mean.He didn’t specify what he’d do, but I knew he’d stop at nothing to get his way if he was pushed far enough.So despite Hayden's protests. I made up my mind to meet him. He asked to meet at a restaurant near the school.When he texted me the location, it became clear he’d known my whereabouts all along.It hurt to realize how resolute he’d been about staying out of my life.And a thought crossed my mind. If none of this had come out, if that video didn’t didn’t get viral, if only I had kept a low profile for the rest of my life, would he have ever wanted to see me again? ...I skipped my afternoon classes to meet him. Hopefully, Hayden wouldn’t find out, or I’d have a lot to explain.Standing at the restaurant entrance, I scanned the area. The whole place was empty, though the place was usually packed with students from nearby schools.I went
Hayden led me to his room instead of mine. Honestly, I preferred it this way. His scent lingered in every corner, calming my nerves in a way nothing else could.I was grateful it was him who found me earlier. During the ride home, he didn’t ask a single question about what had happened. Instead, he casually brought up other topics, lighthearted ones that was meant to cheer me up. He was waiting for me to open up, giving me the time and space I needed. He has always been considerate. And just like the last time he saved me, I don’t know why he was there just when I needed him. I speculated that he may have planted some men to follow me. Though I didn’t question him, I just put my mind at ease and believed that he was just there by accident.He got out for a while to brew me some tea so I was left here to myself to collect my thoughts. I glanced around his room. Everything was so neat—bookshelves perfectly arranged, his bed immaculately made, even the snake plants lined up with precis
I played with the pen in my hand as I listened to my professor go on and on about her lecture. I looked at the clock and saw that there was still twenty minutes before it hits five o’clock. Hayden was gonna pick me up at five and I would hate it if I kept him waiting for too long. I threw my head down, and didn’t look up until the bell rang. I quickly got up and went straight to the parking lot, but before I could reach there, I saw something unfold in front of me. Aiden was dragging Asher. Initially I would have scrammed and run to them. However, there was something odd. Asher’s eyes were squinted, not from fear, but from laughing as Aiden held his hands. I was curious what was going on with them, but since I didn’t have time, I just shook my head, and was just glad that they weren’t on bad terms anymore. It seems Aiden patched things up with him. And now…it’s my turn to patch things up with someone. As I walked to the parking lot, I could see students flocking on the sides as
"What?" I asked, processing what he just said. "I need you to marry someone to secure the company," he said. I didn't want to hear anything further so I attempted to leave, but the next thing he said made me frozen on the spot. "Please, Isabella, hear me out. The company is struggling lately and the investors are pullig their shares. We had to loan a huge amount but everything drastically turned for the worse. He told me that he would save us if you'd marry him," he said, coughing im between while speaking. "Is this really the memory you want me to do have of you? Selling me off so you could save your business?" I asked him, gritting my teeth. "I..." He opened and closed his mouth, as if finding the right words to say. "I just thought by doing this I can help build your future. If you do this, then you will be free to do anything you want after this, you can divorce him and you'll be happy to do whatever you want." He said. "You really think that? Do you think everythi
"Are you sure your going back there?" Hayden asked me for the fifth time thus morning. He was against me going back, but...my father needs me right now. And as much as I want to leave that family, I still owe him my life. This will be the last grace of kindness I will give him, after this, after he...uh nevermind. "I've told you this a bunch of times already. I have to take care of him." I said, putting the last bit of things I need to bring with me. "At least let me drive you." He offered. "Just stop bro! I'm the one giving her a ride stop being so clingy to her it's getting annoying!" Aiden interrupted us as je barged inside trying to kick Hayden out of my room. "I'm his boyfriend I should be the one taking her there, not you." "Do you mean, pretend boyfriend?" Aiden corrected him. Hayden instantly fumed, looking at Hayden as if he was a bunny that he'll pounce and tear at any time now. "Tsk! I'm not planning on keeping it fake for very long," Hayden smirked.Aiden just roll
Father was resting on his bed when I walked in. A few hours later, his assistant, Tom, arrived and told me that he was instructed to take me to the company to tour me around. They we're readying me to face the guy who will either change us or break us. I just wonder who it is. Usually my father can solve any problems, but how the hell did we got buried in debt when the company is supposed to be doing well? "Miss? Let's go?" Tom called for me. I looked at dad one last time before closing the door."So what are we doing today?" I asked, and instead of answering me, he bombarded me with full loads of informations that I thought my brain would burst out of my head from overload of information.So the bottomline is that he told me I have to be well versed of everything that's happening. Currently, the company has just recovered from a major loss when they tried to venture and expand the business overseas, leading to the company having to loan a huge amount to an unknown creditor who wa
His head turned to the side, and clear slap mark was visible on his cheek.I felt bad a little, but what he's feeling cannot be compared to what I'm feeling right now."You told me to trust you. Yet it hasn't even been a day that I've been gone, yet you already did this," I spoke, my voice breaking as I felt a huge lump in my throat. "It wasn't what it looks like, she suddenly jumped on...""Ummm..." And awkward voice suddenly spoke from behind him. I looked over his shoulder and saw a sultry looking woman, looking at me with a sheepish smile. "He's telling the truth. It was me who initiated the kiss." She said, and my brows furrowed. Even so! He could've avoided it, yet he didn't."Bella, please, believe me, I would never do anything to hurt you," Hayden held my hand, his eyes genuine. One look in those eyes of his can really make me forget everything. "So she's the reason why you want to end things with me, huh? I get it now. Sigh, I really thought I already got a hold of you."
"How are things there?" Hayden asked at the other end of the line while I read a bunch of papers in father's office.His health was deteriorating day by day, which is why I can't focus much on the task that Tom is bombarding me with. "It's fine, I'm just really struggling emotionally. I can't help but get worried of father. He's alone at our house. I know Benjamin is there but I still can't get rid of the feeling." I said, massaging my temples."Do you want me to go over and take a look?" He asked. "No, no need, besides I know your bu..." Before I could finish the call ended. I looked at the phone to see that my battery was dead. I groaned, flooping my head on the table. The papers were all the same. It was all contracts of our artists that needed to be reviewed and signed. I was told the company will fo a temporary reolacement of CEO just until when I finish college. Father seemed to have agreed to it as well so the question now is who exactly are the boards recommending?...I
The hallway outside Hayden’s room smelled faintly of disinfectant. It was quiet, except for the occasional footsteps of nurses and the distant beeping of machines. I stood just outside the door, my arms crossed in frustration. The doctor stood in front of me, his expression calm but serious. His white coat was slightly wrinkled, and there were dark circles under his eyes. Still, his voice was steady as he explained everything to me.“What happened earlier,” he began, “was likely a neurological episode triggered by a surge of memory. When the brain starts to recover certain fragments of the past, it can become overwhelmed, especially in cases like his—where trauma is involved.”I nodded slowly, processing his words.“So, it means he’s starting to remember?” I asked quietly, afraid to hope too much.“Possibly,” the doctor replied. “But it’s not always linear. The brain doesn’t return memories like pages in a book. It’s more like scattered pieces of a puzzle. Sometimes, a sight or a sou
Since I took a short leave. I figured it would be best that Hayden and I go out for some fresh air at the park. He seemed bored staying in side the house, so when I asked him if he wanted to go out, his eyes practically sparked with joy.We walked side by side along the park, with a small but noticeable distance between us. He didn’t say much. Actually, he hadn’t said anything aside from short replies since we left the house. I tried to start some conversation, but he would reply with lesser interest.“Do you want to sit for a bit?”“Okay.”Silence again.I tried not to show the sting on my face, but I felt it. I felt everything, and maybe that was the problem. I was hoping we’d been making progress. That the garden walk, the brief laughter, the almost-familiar smiles—maybe those meant something. But here we were again, back to the flat responses. I wanted to scream and cry and demand, Please, just remember me, but I swallowed it all like bitter tea.Patience Isabella, patience…We pa
Hayden needed fresh air. The four walls of our home, though familiar to me, still felt foreign to him. I thought maybe a little walk through the garden would help. It was one of the few places we both cherished, we would take a walk when we had time—at least, before the accident. The sun had just started to dip, casting a golden hue across the sky as we stepped outside. The garden was just how we left it. A little messy, maybe. The lavender bushes leaned slightly too far into the path, and some of the tulips had bowed under their own weight, but it was still beautiful in its own imperfect way. It felt alive. Unlike the silence that often wrapped around us since he came home. Hayden walked a few paces ahead of me, hands in his pockets, his eyes drifting across the flowers as he gazed at them with a smile on his face. “I planted those,” I pointed at the small bed of daisies near the bench. “You helped. You said they reminded you of summer.” He looked at them, tilting his head sl
I messaged Dominic where we’d meet.I wasn’t even sure if he’d show up.The café was quiet that morning, tucked between an old bookstore and a flower shop. The kind of place people passed without looking twice. I chose the table near the window—half for the view, half for the distance. My fingers tapped anxiously against the ceramic cup, the latte I ordered was untouched and slowly cooling.Then the door creaked open, and there he was.Dominic looked... cautious. He didn’t walk in with the usual confidence he carried like a second skin. His steps were careful, his eyes searching for mine before he approached. There was no smirk, no witty remark, just a nod and a quiet, “Hey.”I gave a small smile, the kind you force when you don’t know where to begin. “Hey.” He sat down across from me. For a few seconds, we just sat there in silence, me staring at the swirling foam of my coffee, and him watching me like I might change my mind and leave any second now.“I’m glad you came,” I said firs
The car ride home was quiet. Too quiet.Hayden sat in the passenger seat, his eyes fixed outside the window, watching the city blur past like it was an unfamiliar terrain. Blake had fallen asleep in the backseat, curled up with his seatbelt still hugging his little body. Aiden followed behind in his own car, giving us space. Maybe he knew I needed this time with him. Maybe Hayden needed it, too.My hands gripped the steering wheel tighter. I didn’t know what I expected the ride to feel like—but this emptiness wasn’t it. I should’ve been happy. I should’ve been relieved that Hayden was alive, that he was beside me. But instead, I felt… lost.The man sitting beside me had the same face. The same heartbeat. The same soul.But he didn’t know me.And worst of all… he thought I was someone else.Cassie.The name had looped in my head ever since he first whispered it. The way his brows creased in a mix of pain and longing. The way his lips moved, hesitant, like the name itself was so importa
The doctor explained to us what had happened. Since his head was damaged by the impact, the memory loss must have been a result of that. But he said he’ll be fine, and that we didn’t need to worry much since he’ll recover everything back. As to how long that will take—that we are unsure of. Aiden stood beside me, quiet, his arms crossed as he watched Blake wander the room, his eyes flickering with concern. He hadn’t said a word since we walked in, and I knew why. We were all pretending like this wasn’t the most heartbreaking moment of our lives. “Is Uncle okay now, Mama?” Blake asked, looking up at me with those wide, innocent eyes. He was confused, worried, even. His little brows furrowed in a way that reminded me so much of Hayden when he get’s worried of me. Blake had really caught some of Hayden’s antics. I nodded, kneeling to his height. “He’s better now, baby. But he needs some time.” Without hesitation, Blake trotted toward the hospital bed. His tiny hand reached up, gen
Back at the hospital, the atmosphere felt heavier. Too sterile. Too quiet. It was the kind of silence that I hate. The only things that you you basically hear is the beeping of the monitor.Hayden still hadn’t woken up.I sat next to him in the VIP room where the nurses led me to earlier, my eyes fixed on the bandage wrapped around his head. There were scratches on his face, some bruising on his jaw. But nothing prepared me for the moment I walked in and saw him lying there, still, pale, tubes hooked to him.The nurse had said his condition was stable, but that word barely gave me comfort.Stable meant alive. Not okay.“Ms.?” A nurse peeked in. “Do you need anything?”I shook my head. “Thank you.”I asked Aiden to go home first to take care of Blake. So it was just me and Hayden right now. We have also notified their parents and Auntie almost fainted at the news and had to be taken to the hospital. Uncle said they’ll arrive tomorrow since they were o
I was expecting him to yell. To meet fire with fire, like he always did. But Dominic just stared at me, his expression unreadable.And his stillness made me even more angrier. My hands were still slightly trembling from the slap, and my heart was pounding in my chest. But then I saw something unexpected, his eyes… it wasn’t filled with rage. They looked… concerned. And tired.He took a step forward. “Why are you crying?”I blinked, feeling the heat of my tears finally streaming down. I didn’t even realize I was crying until he said it. My throat was dry, and my chest hurt, but I wasn’t about to let him touch me—much less see me like this.When his hand reached up to wipe my face, I slapped it away. Hard.“Don’t touch me,” I said through clenched teeth. My voice cracked, but I didn’t back down.To my surprise, he didn’t push it. He actually pulled his hand back and… obeyed me. That was the scariest part. The calm before whatever twisted storm he had plann
My heels echoed through the hospital loudly. I didn’t care if people were staring. My heart was racing so loud it practically drowned out the sound of my steps anyway. I followed the nurse, my eyes trained on the walls but my mind all over the place.Please be okay. Please, Hayden, be okay.“He’s in this room, ma’am,” the nurse said, stopping in front of a door. She looked at me with a bit of sympathy in her eyes. “His condition has stabilized. It was a road accident—some reckless driver at an intersection. We’re still waiting for the official report.”Road accident?My breath caught in my throat as I stepped into the room.There he was.His head was wrapped in white gauze, a few cuts lining his forehead. His lip was split on one side. He had an IV in his hand and an oxygen clip on his finger. He looked... pale…and till. Too still for someone who never stops moving.My knees buckled slightly, and I had to grip the side of the door to stop myself from fall