I close my eyes firmly and tell myself that this isn't happening.He can't be kissing me. What happened to all that aggression? I can't understand for the life of me why my lips are moving against his, why my body is reacting to his kiss despite everything he's done. I remind myself that he killed Aaron, not twelve hours ago. My brother. Still, I part my lips for him, allow him to explore my mouth with his tongue as tears cascade down my cheeks.He breaks the kiss and holds my face, his eyes boring into mine with an intensity that shakes me to my core. "Tell me there's nothing going on between you and that man. You aren't lying to me, are you?"Of course I am, even though I've never been romantically involved with Devon. He's waiting for an answer. I don't have it in me to keep lying. I shake my head. No, I'm not lying. Even though all I've done since I got here is lie."Are you sure?" he asks. "Fuck, Yara. I don't know what to fucking think at this point. Why would you meet him and n
Damien needs time to think.He needs to think about what happened this afternoon with Yara, but he can't judge this situation with a clear mind. He's biased. He cares for her way too fucking much for that. He can't find a fault in her, not because there isn't one, but because he can't bear to. She wasn't herself, though, he'll admit that at least. He could see the hatred in her eyes, it burned right through him, set his soul on fire. He needs to reflect, figure out his next step. She threw him completely off balance. Was leaving an admission of guilt? His head is starting to hurt. Fuck, he needs a drink. The floor is empty, just as he expected. He loosens his tie as he makes his way towards his office. Ethan didn't lock the door on his way out, he realizes. It's a good thing, because he doesn't have the key.He turns the handle and pauses by the door when he sees Elizabeth in his chair.Her presence is unexpected, unwanted, and worsens his mood. Someone's going to lose their job, if
When I hear the front door open, my heart plummets.I'm still in bed. I didn't have the energy to get up. I look at the closed door. Any moment now, he'll come in here. I wonder what he'll say to me. By now, he's had more than enough time to process my lies. What if he found an inconsistency?Five minutes pass and the door remains closed.I frown. Did I imagine those sounds? It's dead still now. What if it was an intruder? I sit up quickly at the thought. I force myself to take in deep breaths. No, I'm being paranoid. There's no intruder. It's Damien. I'm sure it is. I dress up quickly, hold my breath as I approach the closed door. I'm assuming he didn't check up on me because my bags are still in the living room, and I wouldn't leave without them. Or is he waiting for me to come out? I turn the handle.He's sitting on the couch, as I expected, facing the bedroom's door. He's smoking a cigarette and there's a tumbler in his other hand. Something about him is off, I sense it immediate
v6.12.1Welcome to Radish for Writers.Log OutEpisode PreviewStories/Story/Season/Episode PreviewCrestfallenAn episode can only be edited for 7 days after its publication.CrestfallenBy now, Yara—no, Amelia—is dead.Damien gave Hans explicit orders. He would take her to a warehouse, one of many he owns. There would be two men waiting for them. He would deliver her to them and walk away. Simple as that. Coming to this decision took a chunk out of his soul, but it was absolutely necessary. She knew too much, and she had betrayed him. That isn't something he takes lightly. However, he'll admit that he had to viciously fight the urge to call Hans and make him turn around and bring her back to him. Ethan is watching him pensively, his own cigarette forgotten. He shakes his head and says, "Just fucking cry already. Come on, get it out of your system."Damien takes a drag, keeps it in his lungs for a beat longer. It isn't giving him what he wants. He'll need something stronger to forg
"You're my father?" I can't believe this. I think I might pass out. Ferdinand Cooper is my father? How? This can't be true. It just can't. "This can't be happening.""The first time I saw you," he begins, "I found you familiar. Do you remember? You look like your mother, but I couldn't tell you that at the time. I thought it was a mere coincidence. I didn't think Daisy was pregnant when she left. I had no idea at all." Daisy? He means my mother? "I should've investigated. None of this would have happened if I had."I remember that. Damien invited me to that dinner at the lounge. It was the day I snapped a photo of Elizabeth and Ethan kissing in the staff room. I was shaking. He introduced Ferdinand to me as an old friend, and asked me to keep him entertained. He asked me if he knew me, but I didn't take his question seriously.How would I have known?"Close the door," he says, taking a seat. He gestures to the empty chair across him. "Take a seat. I think we have a lot to talk about,
Devon finds Elizabeth sitting with a cocktail in front of her.When he received her text, he has to confess; he looked twice. There was just something off about it. She said she wanted to see him, that she had something important to say to him. She wanted to meet him at the secluded bar downtown, where they first met. He found it strange. Lately, they've been meeting at restaurants, more public places. The last time he saw her, he asked her if she would tell Damien of it, and she said she wouldn't.Her exact words were, "Why would I do that? I want him to get fucked." He didn't believe her, but he didn't do anything to stop her. He figured that it would be better if she outed Amelia. Damien would send her away and all of this would be behind them. But he hasn't been able to contact Amelia for the last seven hours. He has no idea why her phone is off. What if Elizabeth really told Damien, and the worst happened? What if Amelia is dead right this minute?It's the only reason why he res
It's Aaron's funeral today.It's just the three of us here, watching the coffin being lowered in the ground. My mother and I are watching without shedding a tear. There isn't a single tear left inside of me. These past couple of days have been torturous; hopelessness and despair has been clinging to us like a cloud, and by us I mean mom and I. My brother's loss rocked us; I felt worse the second day. I woke up feeling empty, overcome with loss. I felt defeated, deflated, lost. Ferdinand has been trying to reach out to me, but I can't and won't let him in. I'm indifferent towards him solely because he didn't help Aaron, he let him die, but I'm sure that if my mother decides to tell me about him, the whole unfiltered truth, I'll despise him. She hasn't talked to me since the day I arrived. She hasn't said a single word. She was locked in her room the whole time, holding pictures of Aaron. It's heartbreaking and shattering.Ferdinand told us yesterday at breakfast that there would be a
My mother won't talk to me.It doesn't matter how hard I push her, she won't budge. How can she tell me she had an affair with Gabriel Keller and not elaborate? She just left me hanging, and I need answers. She needs to explain this to me in detail. How did Aaron find out about their supposed affair, and why would he want to kill him because of it? This just makes everything more complicated than it already is. I thought it was bad enough as it is. Did Damien know about this affair?I preferred it when I didn't know anything, when I was ignorant about my mother's past. I vehemently wish that I had gone home when I had the chance, none of this would have happened. She wouldn't have come here looking for me, and I would most probably never have met Ferdinand. Aaron wouldn't go to him for help. This remorse kills me. Frankly, I would have preferred never knowing about this. She slept with Damien's father, how fucked up is that?I'm in the dining room having brunch when Ferdinand stride