Blaze stood up from his work chair as the door closed behind me. He sat on one of the couches, so I sat across him, with a coffee table between us. Kyle placed a cup of tea and a plate of cookies on the desk and then excused himself.
“What do you want so my father’s company returns to it was?” I asked without preamble.
He tilted his head, then smiled faintly. “You seem to have misrecognized me, Sweet Pumpkin.”
“Don’t call me by that name!” I snapped.
“Why?” He smiled seductively. “That name suits you. You’re so nice to everyone that you don’t realize they’re just using you. Darcy praised your marriage when, behind your back, she was flirting with me. Your father and mother asked for so much money, but you were unsuspecting and gave them everything they asked for.”
He leaned closer, resting his elbows on his knees. “You even came here and asked me to save your father’s company. Where is George? It was his company. He should be the one to have come and knelt to me.”
I laughed in surprise. “What? You expect my father to kneel to you? Dream on!”
“Dream on?” He laughed out loud. “Heather, do you still doubt my abilities after seeing your family’s company collapse? Do you know why George didn’t come? Because he knew you would be the one to represent him to see me.”
My heart almost stopped beating at that sentence. What?
He smirked. “I’ve told you. You didn’t realize your family used you. Did your mom or dad call before the news broke?”
I was speechless listening to all that. How did he know everything? Was he telling the truth when he said I was too nice to everyone? But Dad and Mom were my parents. Of course, I was nice to them.
“A normal woman would slap or grab the hair of a woman who has seduced her husband. Your reaction was intriguing. You just held back when your sister degraded you. Then you lightly gave in and signed the divorce papers.” He chuckled.
“Enough,” I said.
“You also kept quiet when I unfairly treated you. You were my wife for the past year but were so understanding by tolerating my behavior. You didn’t complain when I didn’t come home and accepted my apology through all those gifts,” he added.
“I said, enough!” I covered my ears with my hands.
“To answer your question, no.” He returned to his serious demeanor. “I want nothing for your father’s company to return to it was.”
“Why did you do this?” I demanded. My eyes stung when my tear threathened to fall on my cheeks. “What did I do wrong?”
He stood up and stuffed both hands into his pants pockets. “My work is piling up. I don’t have time to discuss your family problems. You should go,” he shooed me away.
His office’s door suddenly opened, and the familiar scent of perfume entered my nostrils. “Heather? What are you doing here? Oh.” She chuckled. “Do you want to beg Blaze to come back to you?”
“Thank you for your time, Mr. Knightley. I take my leave.” I walked with an upright stride out of his office, ignoring Darcy, who was calling my name.
Remembering the necessary thing in my bag, I took it out and gave it to Kyle. He was stunned for a moment before smiling slightly, understanding the contents of the envelope I handed him. Only then did I walk towards the elevator.
But when I was on the ground floor, my strength suddenly disappeared. I staggered towards the main door until I entered my car. The reality of what he said hit me so hard. I didn’t realize that I was being used by my family.
Tears fell on my cheeks like rainwater. I couldn’t stop them no matter how hard I tried, so I gave up. I burst into tears in the car, alone, without anyone from my family to comfort me.
It couldn’t be. Blaze must have been lying to me. What did he know about my family? I couldn’t believe Dad and Mom would do such a bad thing. I was their daughter, so they loved me. Yes, they did. It was Blaze who had used me, not my parents.
With that determination, I went home. My family was all I had. Reporters stood huddled in front of the gate just as they had in the morning. The security guard helped me to squeeze past them.
“Good afternoon, Miss Bailey,” greeted the butler who opened the door for me. He slid a suitcase towards me. “Sorry, you can only enter up to here.”
I looked at him in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“He means you can’t live in this house anymore,” Mom said. She walked down the stairs and stopped a few meters away from me.
“W-what does that mean, Mom? Where am I going to live?” I asked, confused. Since my flower shop burned down, I had nowhere else to go.
“That’s your business. I don’t want a bad luck child like you living here. You broke your marriage and let your father’s company collapse. If you hadn’t brought that pesky man into our family a year ago, everything wouldn’t have crumbled,” she angrily said.
“But, Mom, I didn’t do anything with Dad’s com—” I tried to defend myself.
“Didn’t you hear me? You’re a bad luck. You’re cursed, Heather.” She looked at me sharply. “You were born perfect, with golden blonde hair, glowing and flawless skin, and a beautiful face, but only lasted a few years.
“You carelessly burned your face and ruined it. We spent a lot of money to heal your cheeks. I thought you marrying Blaze would break the curse. It turned out you brought him to destroy us!”
“Mom—” I murmured in a shaky voice.
“Get out!” She snapped.
“Mom, listen—” I was begging her.
“Throw her out now!” Mom turned to the butler, who was waiting for her orders.
I stared at her in disbelief. She kicked me out of the house without hearing my story. Before the servants could move, I grabbed my suitcase and turned around. I restrained myself from crying and walked with my head held high toward the car, though my heart was broken into pieces.
“Wait,” Dad exclaimed from behind me. I smiled because he would stand up for me. He held out his hand to me as I turned around. “Give me back those car keys.”
My whole body trembled at that sentence. What did Dad mean? Was I only allowed to take one suitcase out of this house? Although I didn’t buy this car with my money, it was my birthday present from him.
“We should have done this a long time ago. Not just your face, but your heart is rotten. Just go and live with him. We’ll rise again and get back at you for everything you’ve done!” Mom cursed.
I looked at them one by one. The people I thought were family had the heart to do this. I persisted in being a good child because I thought they would change their affection for me one day. I was wrong. My parents would never change.
All my life, I was treated worse than an adopted or illegitimate child. I didn’t remember what happened to my face when I got third-degree burns. But they hated me ever since this scar marred my left cheek. Were daughters just things for them to give to the rich man who wanted to propose to them?
“Well, well, well. Look who’s staying in a hotel after being kicked out of her parents’ mansion.” Someone clucked from behind me. “This is hilarious. Things are happening faster than I expected.”
I had deliberately chosen a regular hotel and not an expensive one to avoid meeting people who knew me. Little did I know I would meet someone I never wanted to see again. I wouldn’t be standing here if I had not had to wait for the receptionist to process the room for me.
“Why the silence, Heather? Did you bite your tongue?” He chuckled. His laughter grew louder, but I refrained from getting angry. “I’ve been laughing so hard since this morning. Thank you for the great entertainment.”
He stood by my side while resting his elbow on the counter. “I’ve told you, your father’s company is going bankrupt. It’s only a matter of time. How is Darcy doing? Is she panicking about stepping down from the CEO throne of Bailey Incorporation?”
I allowed him to pour acid on my fresh wounds but didn’t show his remarks hurt me. Silence was one way to get people to stop insulting me. After all, I wasn’t at fault for Dad’s company going bankrupt.
“I was surprised to see your flower shop burn down. Wow, Heather, you have a lot of enemies. I thought you weren’t a bad person. I didn’t realize some people hated you.” He clucked again, mocking me.
“Thank you for waiting, Mam. Here’s your room key and credit card. Have a pleasant afternoon.” The woman gave the cards to me.
I quickly grabbed them. “Thank you.” I turned around, but Cullen stood before me, blocking my way. “Excuse me.” I tried to walk from his right side, but he stood before me again.
“What’s wrong? Are you embarrassed to face me? Take it easy. I’m not like you guys who are so arrogant to people in trouble,” the man said haughtily. “We have better rooms. You can stay in one of the empty suites.”
He held up a gold-colored business card. “We were once family. I’m happy to help you. Take it. Show this card at the front desk. They will get you the best room.”
“Thank you for your kindness. I’m sorry, I have to decline.” I tried to smile. “Excuse me. I have other business to attend to.”
“Are you starting to regret rejecting my proposal? I hope you’re strong enough to endure the media bullying. Your sister will find my replacement easily, but you,” he smirked, “will be alone forever.”
I remained silent, not returning his insult. When I tried to pass him again, he stopped blocking my way. I used the opportunity to rush to the elevator to my room. I clenched my fists to keep from crying.
As I washed my face in the bathroom, I silently stared at my reflection in the mirror. I remembered Blaze kissing my left cheek gently, his genuine smile, and all loving gestures. Then, the image was replaced with him and Darcy making out.
One by one, the pictures of them together on her phone played in my head. They looked perfect together and joyful - the handsome Blaze and the beautiful Darcy. My eyes heated up, remembering all the details. I should not have seen those pictures.
“You are not a woman worthy of a man as handsome, rich, smart, and virile as Blaze.”
“You must not know what it’s like to struggle with him in bed and hear him say your name during climax.”
“You’re a bad luck charm. You’re cursed, Heather! I thought you marrying Blaze would break that curse. It turned out you brought him to destroy us!”
My family’s words were nothing compared to what Blaze had done to give me high hopes, only to smash me hard to the ground. Even though I was ugly, he had no right to marry me just to throw me away.
I gripped the edge of the sink counter tightly with both hands as I felt my legs weaken. Since I was alone, I let the tears fall down my face. It was the last time. I wouldn’t shed tears for Blaze anymore. Instead, it was his turn to cry.
[Blaze] I saw her exit the taxi and enter the inn's lobby with her head held high. She was very good at masking her feelings by acting tough. I wouldn't have involved her in my grand plan if it wasn't for necessity. My phone vibrated for the umpteenth time, so I gave up and picked it up from the seat by my side. It was an incoming call from Darcy. There were tons of missed calls from her. I was about to turn off the gadget when it vibrated again, indicating an incoming message. I opened it and saw a picture of her in a very revealing evening gown. She smiled seductively at the camera. 'Come home and open your present. We need to celebrate our achievements today,' she typed. Our accomplishment. She did nothing but begging me to come back to her. How dare she say all my hard work was her achievement, too. What a strange woman. She wasn't at all sad to see the company she led go under. "Let's go home, James," I told my driver after turning off the phone. "To the apartment, sir?" he
[Heather] "Good morning, Miss Bailey," greeted the employee who passed me as I walked towards my office. "Good morning," I reply with a smile. I widened my smile as I passed the sales department. All the flowers were neatly arranged in their places, ready to meet their buyers. The employees on duty were also at their posts. The police had finally found the arsonist of my shop, the man I didn't expect. The fire was difficult to extinguish because the alarm was deliberately set off, so the water sprayers didn't work when the fire broke out. By the time firefighters arrived, the fire had already spread throughout the building. He did it after all the employees had gone home. The whole thing was just because he harbored anger since I refused to raise his salary. He was divorced, and his ex kept demanding money from him for their children. That was why he needed a lot of money. Unfortunately, until the court verdict, he claimed to be the sole perpetrator of the fire. I didn't believe
She pulled her hand away so roughly that she hit me with the back of her hand. Several people gasped, so I knew we had attracted the customer's attention in the dining room. I had to be careful that no one recognized us. "After interrupting our conversation, you dare to demand my time to talk to you?" She spoke with her eyes staring at me sharply. "I don't want to talk to someone who has no ethics like you. Bailey failed to educate his two daughters!" "Please, leave us alone," I said to Mrs. Madden. "O-okay." She quickly drank the contents of her cup, then picked up her bag and walked past me behind my back. "I'll see you later, ma'am." I patiently waited for her to sit down. Once she relented, I sat down in front of her. The waiter asked me for my order, so I mentioned a special package on the menu. I could have them pack it for me to take home later. "I know you're active in social activities, but you've never had direct contact with the people you help." I started the conversat
[Blaze] "I'm sorry, Mr. Knightley. We did our best, but he had chosen another candidate." Kyle gulped in fear, afraid of my response after hearing that bad news. "We lost meant we didn't do our best." I looked at him in the eyes. "It's the first defeat I have ever suffered since I started this company. Where did we do wrong?" He only bowed his head, looking at whatever was on my desk. Of course, he didn't know the answer because, besides me, he was also surprised by this final result. We'd been trying to get along with the target for over three months, doing everything we could to gain his sympathy, but we'd failed. I had been eyeing the company for so long to get a place in Las Vegas. After winning New York, that city was my next target. There were tons of people who visited the place every year. It was a perfect location for a hospitality business. I didn't have much budget to open a new building or buy an old hotel for sale, so I started by buying shares of the biggest hotel th
Time seemed to stop when I realized the woman's presence by my side was in danger. I shielded her as much as I could with my body so that neither the flames nor the car shards would hurt her. I should have realized sooner what that sound meant. We must have been out of range of the explosion. The atmosphere around us was suddenly as bright as daylight because of the explosion. The temperature around us was so hot that I didn't dare check the state of my backside. I hugged Heather, who got down on the pavement by my side. It wasn't long before there were shouts of people calling to put out the fire. Only then did I dare to turn my head and see several men running while carrying fire extinguishers. I puffed out when I saw every glass in the flower shop shattered. I hoped she insured the car and building. "Heather, are you okay?" I loosened my embrace and checked on her. From the looks of it, she wasn't hurt or exposed to the flames. I managed to protect her. But her body was shaking
[Heather] Hot. I felt so hot. I forced myself to open my eyes. I saw fire surrounded me. I quickly sat up and looked around. I couldn't see anything except fire. I called for my sister because her bedroom was right beside mine. Hearing no answer, I called my mom and dad. I was so scared there was no one around me. Where was my family? Why didn't they come? Couldn’t they hear my screams? Did Dad and Mom abandon me? No, they wouldn't. They loved me. Darcy would have told them I was still here. "Daddy! Mommy!" I called as loud as I could. "Help me! Darcy! Help me!" My chest felt tight, and I started coughing from the thickening smoke. I could only cry, shouting for them until I lost my voice. Attempting to get out of bed, my foot burned as my sole touched the floor. So I stayed on the bed. I didn't know what was happening but knew I was in my room. I sobbed and prayed to God to help me. My teacher would be mad at me if I didn't go to school and submit our craft assignment. "Heather,
"Where are we going?" I looked at the road his driver chose. I had no idea where he was heading. I was both curious and worried to find out who had ordered people to put a bomb in my car. Trying to get back on my feet for a year, I hadn't offended anyone. Apart from Blaze, of course. But he was a specific case. I knew he wouldn't end my life, no matter how painful my retaliation for his actions might be. After all, I was careful to choose my missions so that my life wouldn't be in danger. Then, who had I offended that he intended to take my life? I thought hard but couldn't find the answer. Mr. Madden couldn't have done this. He didn't have much money to pay people to hurt me. My problem with Mrs. Channing was over, so we had no tension. My relationship with the customers was perfect. No one had a problem with their order. "What are we doing here?" I asked, looking at our destination. Instead of answering, Blaze got out of the car. I sighed loudly and followed him. Therefore, I r
Darcy took a surprised breath. "Yo-you?" I pulled away, but the man wrapped his arms even tighter around my waist. I raised my head to ensure I hadn't misidentified the person I had hit. Sure enough. The man with the seductive thick lips and perfect Greek nose was here. His sharp eyes stared at my sister coldly, without emotion. It was a very contrasting sight when I recalled the events of more than a year ago in this house. He lovingly looked at Darcy as if no other woman he had ever cared for. "It's good I don't need to interrupt the dinner. I've come to pick Heather up." He looked at me. "Come on. James is waiting." His hand on my waist urged me to follow him. I looked at him and Darcy in turn. What happened between them that their relationship was this cold? Didn't they love each other enough to divorce their respective spouses? "You did this on purpose, didn't you?" accused Darcy, who finally recovered from her shock. "You coming here to pick up Heather is your way of making