Danella's vision blurs with tears as she storms out of the garden, her emotions boiling over. She can't stop replaying the scene in her head: Lucky standing beside Alicia, their arms interlinked, as if everything between them had been a cruel joke. She rushes inside the grande mansion and through the halls, muffling her sobs. Suddenly, she collides with someone, almost losing her balance."Hey, what's wrong with you?" a voice asks, concerned.She looks up to see David Tremont. What was he doing here? Alicia must have extended an invitation to him. His brow furrows with worry as he takes in her tear-streaked face."Danella, what happened, are you okay?" he asks gently.Unable to control herself any longer, Danella bursts into tears. David's expression softens, and he takes her hand, guiding her to her room. She realizes, through her haze of emotions, that this is the first time a man other than her father has been in her room. David closes the door behind them and leads her to sit o
“The family home in Oak street will belong to everyone who is family” Daniella notices her step mother’s face grows tighter at this statement. “At least for now. There are conditions that have to be met before the family home will be passed down to a specific person. I will reveal these conditions in due time. For now, everyone has access to it” Mrs.Donna leans in, her voice cutting through the air. "And what about Blackwood Enterprise?" Mr. Hartwell sighs and removes his glasses. "Regarding Blackwood Enterprise, Mr. Blackwood's wishes were specific. Initially, he wanted to pass the business to a male heir. However, since he did not have a son, he set a condition." Donna raises an eyebrow. "Another condition? How typical of him. What is it this time?” Daniella winces at the insensitivity of her step mother. Gloria giggles and excitedly states. "I know what it is. The company goes to the person who actually LOVES him the most. And we all know I would easily win this without try
“A husband? Who would want someone that looks the way she looks?” Those painful words keep ringing in Daniella’s head. How could her step mother and step sister say such things about her. They were the only family that she had left and it hurt that their only thoughts of her were evil. Daniella has always known that she was not conventionally attractive like other girls. Her baggy clothes, tightly braided hair, and unkempt eyebrows made her look even more plain and unappealing. It had never bothered because she had always been her own biggest critic. She hated any form of attention from men and was happy living her life as a recluse. However, it bothered her that they saw her in the same light that she saw herself. She could take the barb of her own thoughts, but it made her sad that she wasn’t just in her head. She really was unattractive. At 21, she had zero interest in men, and found herself perturbed that she felt bothered by the statements made. It wasn’t like she was inte
Lucky Hamilton frowns at his phone as it rings loudly again showing the same caller ID, for the upteenth time.Why did he keep meeting women who tried to ruin the fun?He had enjoyed a short lived fling with the blond haired woman he had met at Rick’s party 3 weeks ago and while he had since moved on, she still seemed to be stuck on him.With a sigh, Lucky decides to let the call go to voicemail. When it rings again, he decides to turn it off completely.He tries reaching for his phone to shut it off when a movement catches his eyes; a car comes toward him at full speed. Thinking quickly, he swerves to avoid the collision, but it's a little too late. The car slams into his, and even though he had managed to swerve half of his car out of the road, the impact is still sudden.The side crash sends waves of shock through Lucky's body as his car comes to a screeching halt. He takes a moment to collect himself, then climbs out to inspect the damage. Miraculously, he's unharmed, but the ot
It's been 3 hours since the accident.Lucky Hamilton stands outside St. Clair's Hospital, his body exhausted from the entire day.His phone buzzes again and luckily for him, it’s a different name on the ID now. Still, he was in no mood to pick anybody’s calls.Sighing, he shoves the device back into his pocket and rubs his temples, trying to ease the headache creeping in.Inside the hospital, Daniella Blackwood had been discharged just half an hour ago. The doctors assured Lucky that she is fine, having only sustained minor injuries. Her car had been towed away, while his own vehicle, despite a few dents and scratches, was surprisingly intact.Despite the relief that both were relatively unharmed, Lucky couldn't shake off the shock of the accident.He steps back inside the hospital, and finds Daniella sitting in the waiting area, he approaches with a gentle smile "Hey there," he greets softly, trying not to startle her.Daniella looks up, her eyes still slightly red from tears shed i
Lucky makes his way to the parking lot of the hospital and is once again grateful that his car had not been impacted badly by the accident.He gets into his car and for some reason finds himself unable to drive off. He closes his eyes for some time and thinks about what an unusual night he has had.When he opens his eyes, he sees a figure walking out of the hospital. Daniella.She walks morosely for a while and then eventually settles on the steps outside the hospital.Concerned, he opens his car door and approaches her cautiously, the soft glow of the hospital lights casting a gentle halo around them in the quiet night."Lucky?" Daniela says as she sees him, surprise in her eyes.He stops a few feet away, sensing her unease. "Hey. What are you doing out here?"Daniela shifts uncomfortably, her shoulders tense. "Just needed some air. It's stuffy inside."Lucky studies her carefully, noticing the tension in her posture. “There’s no friend coming to pick you up, right?"Daniela hesitat
Daniella sits quietly in the passenger seat, stealing glances at the man who had been a part of her very unusual evening. She finds herself strangely drawn to him despite her usual indifference towards men. He had a calm confidence and presence that made her feel secure. It made her want to trust him. "What's your name?" she finally asks, breaking the silence that had settled between them. "Lucky," he replies with a faint smile. "Lucky Hamilton. She chuckles softly. "I guess today wasn't such a lucky day for you, was it?" "Maybe it was," he says, his eyes glinting with a hint of something she can't quite place. She brushes the thought aside, questioning her own unexpected feelings. What was wrong with her? She normally didn’t feel this way about men. "What's your story?" Lucky asks, turning to her, his gaze steady. "What makes you think I have a story?" Daniella counters, slightly taken aback. "You strike me as someone who definitely has a story," he replies
Lucky drives through the quiet streets, stealing glances at Daniella beside him. He notices that her look is very simple. Her hair is tightly braided and tucked behind her ears as if trying to draw attention away from her face. She wears an oversized hoodie that seems to envelop her slender frame.There is no attempt to flatter her face or body.Yet, her eyes, a startling blue, captivates him.He loved hearing her speak and didn’t mind spending the rest of his night just listening to her talk about all the things on her mind. It surprises him that he was feeling this way about a stranger."Are you good?" Lucky asks, breaking the silence.Daniella turns to him, offering a faint smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Yeah, I am now," she replies softly.Lucky's gaze flickers to her hands fidgeting in her lap, and he can sense she's holding back more than she lets on. "If you need to get some more things off your chest,I'm here," he offers sincerely.She nods appreciatively and lean