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
My heart's racing.He looks like he's seen a ghost, and perhaps that's exactly what I am to him. I don't even know if he found out about Ferdinand's deal with Hans, or if my presence here is a shock to him. I guess that shouldn't matter right now. I'll find out soon enough if the latter is the case. I wasn't expecting him to be here. I never in a million years would've guessed that Ferdinand would bring me to an event Damien would be attending. Perhaps he didn't know, but why do I feel like this was a set up? He didn't mean to introduce me to anyone, or rather, that wasn't part of the plan. I'm not an idiot, mom told me that he always planned on having a daughter so he could marry her into the Keller family. And I don't think he gave up on that plan.We stare at each other for a long time. Well, it feels like a long time, but it's probably only been a few seconds. I'm the first to look away, because I can't stand the intensity of his gaze. I can feel his hatred—or is it something els
Devon pours himself a drink first.I sit and wait patiently for him to start talking. I know he's doing this on purpose, he doesn't want to tell me anything. But I'm determined, and I'm not leaving until I get answers.He sinks into the couch with a groan, and I'm really trying to stay calm. He sips his drink, then sets the glass on the coffee table between us. He says, "Where do you want me to begin?""When you left town with Aaron, Ferdinand's was the first place you went, right?" I figured that out by myself. It's pretty obvious, where else would they go? Ferdinand was the one who sent them money to leave in the first place.He nods. "That's right. He took us in, showed us around the city. Aaron was excited to see him, he thought he was dead. He had fond memories of him, in fact he would tell me when we were younger, about parties and presents. I thought he was crazy. Or making it up. All I knew was poverty and I didn't think people lived different lives. My mother always told me t