By the time morning came, Michael was still wide awake, looking like he had barely gotten a wink of sleep.
He couldn’t think about anything else other than Hailey. Just the thought of her made his heart constrict.
What in the world happened to her? Why did she have to change her identity?
Was it because she feared backlash from her family? The fear of being found?
Or perhaps just the desire to start a new life?
Michael let out a heavy sigh.
Fourteen years. He had been waiting for her for fourteen years now.
Sometimes he couldn’t understand why she was the only woman who occupied his mind for years. It was surprising, to say the least. It was as though his heart never wavered at all.
They had been friends back in high school. Kind of. Rather, Hailey watched over him like a hawk, and she would often scold him whenever he did something wrong. Until now, he didn’t know the reason why she paid so much attention to him. Perhaps it was just her strict and diligent nature. Perhaps she just felt sorry for him. Or she just wanted him to go on the right path and was concerned as a friend.
But that was it. That was what their relationship amounted to. Back in the past, he used to get frustrated that she treated him like a little kid, like she was a mother who wanted to set him straight.
But then as time passed, perspectives changed. When he saw her during one of her vulnerable moments…
Maybe it began that day.
That day when he started to fall in love with her.
Michael was snapped out of his thoughts when he suddenly heard the sound of an alarm coming from his clock. Groaning, he reached out and turned it off.
He had been waiting for years to see Hailey again.
But now… he wasn’t so sure.
Would she even be happy to see him?
***
Matthew spent the entire day buried in paperwork, as though trying to distract himself from thinking about Hailey. There was a fluttering in his heart at the thought of seeing her again, but now that the opportunity came up, he was suddenly very unsure.
It had been a long time since he last saw her. He missed her so much, but seeing how unexpected her change was since then, he couldn’t help but hesitate.
Would she be glad to see him again? Would she still remember him? They had, after all, only met when they were in high school. They had been teenagers back then.
Now, they were adults in their thirties.
Though to be honest, Michael was most afraid of what he’d feel if Hailey didn’t remember him, that he actually didn’t have that much impact on her after all, not like how vivid the memory of her was for him.
Michael sighed, unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt before slowly taking out the pendant of the necklace that he was wearing.
It was a silver heart-shaped pendant that looked polished as new, even though it was probably more than fourteen years old now. He took care of it throughout the years, never allowing it to rust or scrape off. He barely took it off and only removed it whenever he was about to shower or sleep.
He didn’t like leaving it at home and simply wore it all the time, and it was as if Hailey was watching over him through the years, proud of the success that he had gained.
But it was time to return it now.
This necklace that belonged to Hailey van Gowen.
Hailey… who was now named Camille Parker.
It was so surreal. He couldn’t even imagine calling her by another name other than Hailey. To him, she was Hailey van Gowen, and nobody else.
Camille Parker…
Michael took a deep breath before grabbing his phone from the desk and opening his contacts.
He had asked Grady for Hailey’s new number, and Grady gave it to him in an instant. Now, the name ‘Hailey’ stared back at him from the screen, and his palms were starting to perspire.
Funny, he hadn’t felt this nervous in a long time.
Michael steeled himself for a moment before eventually pressing ‘call’.
It rang for a while. Michael could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and the hammering in his eardrums was growing louder and louder.
And then, a clicking sound was heard.
“Hello?”
Michael’s breath caught in his throat.
The voice was deep, mature, but obviously female.
“Hello,” he said slowly. “Is this Hailey? Hailey van Gowen?”
There was a pause before the voice curtly said, “I’m sorry, but I’m afraid you have the wrong number. Goodbye.”
Michael’s heart stopped. “Wait, Vanilla!”
There was a stunned silence from the other end of the line. “What… What did you just say?”
“Va—Vanilla.” Michael swallowed, feeling the anxiety build up in his chest. “It’s me, Vanilla.”
“…Noah?”
Michael let out a breath that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.
Hearing his old nickname brought back so many memories…
“Yes. Yes, it’s me. It’s Michael.”
“Oh my — Noah!” Hailey’s voice was filled with delight. “Noah! Is this really you? Oh my god, it’s been so long! How—How did you know my number? How have you been? I’m…” Her voice trailed off. “Ah… You know, don’t you…?”
“It’s been so long, indeed.” Michael’s features softened. “You can tell me everything when we meet. I… missed you.”
Hailey paused for a moment. “I… I missed you too, Michael. I’m… Okay, I’m really, really glad to hear from you, but… I never expected this…”
“How about we meet up tomorrow at Liezel’s Café? You know where that is, right? We should talk and catch up.”
“Um, about that… I can’t go during the weekends, Michael. I can spare some time next week on Monday during my lunch break, but—”
“That’s fine. I just want to see you again.”
There was another pause from Hailey. “That… That would be great, Michael. I mean it.”
“Great. Save my number, all right?”
“Of course. It’s nice to hear from you again, Noah,” Hailey said gently.
Michael felt his heart skip a beat.
It was really a different feeling when she called him that.
When the call ended, he slumped against his seat, feeling a fluttering in his stomach that he hadn’t felt for years now.
He confirmed it for himself now.
He was still in love with Hailey van Gowen.
“Who was that just now?” Camille Parker turned around in surprise to see her boss, Christian Callahan, standing behind her with a raised eyebrow. The esteemed CEO of Callahan Group himself. “Oh, it was…” Camille hesitated for a moment. “An old friend.” “An old friend, you say?” There was a wry smile on Christian’s face. “And who might that be?” Camille narrowed her eyes at him warily. “It’s a friend from high school,” she replied calmly. “They got my number somehow and wanted to say hello.” “A friend from high school,” Christian repeated, nodding thoughtfully. “It seems that you’re meeting up with them on Monday?” Camille sighed heavily. “Look, Christian… it’s not polite to eavesdrop on someone else’s conversation, okay? Let it go. It’s not a big deal.” “It’s not a big deal, and yet you’re being strangely defensive.” Christian’s features turned cold. “Is it a man? If it is, you know that you can’t be seen with other men in public except for me, right? Especially when the offici
Camille Parker had once been Hailey van Gowen.It had been a tough fourteen years. Back then, she had lived well, with wealthy parents, supportive brothers, and convenient resources available all around her. She studied hard and had goals of her own.But all of that changed when she found out. The discovery that changed her life from then on.She had already thrown away the name ‘Hailey’ years ago and made peace with her new identity. She was older now, no longer the teenager from back then.A woman in her early thirties who had a career of her own, but was alone with no family. She had never really planned on dating or getting married, and she had no real goal of her own, either.Because she felt trapped.All because of one stupid favor.After leaving the van Gowen family behind, she settled down in a faraway country with the help of her savings, in a small, peaceful city called Vesdale. It hadn’t been easy, but she had the help of a kind nurse who took her in afterwards, so she at l
Hailey had definitely heard of the name Gregory Callahan.Who wouldn’t?Gregory Callahan, or better known as Greg and Mr. Callahan by his friends and the public respectively, was one of the most hardened CEOs in the country. He built his own empire from scratch and worked hard ever since he was young, so he was mostly known for his hard work and intelligence.He was also ruthless whenever it came to decision-making and negotiations. He would not back down from anything and jumped at every opportunity that was meant for the benefit of his company.He was cold and merciless to anyone who dared go against him. Also, he was quite meticulous with every process and detail, which included his staff. If anybody was even the slightest bit incompetent or had a weakness or even messed up just one time, he would fire them immediately and search for someone who was much more efficient.Which wasn’t exactly difficult since everybody — rather, the professionals and the confident ones — wanted a job
“On contract only, of course,” Christian assured in a smooth tone of voice, sounding as though he were simply negotiating with a client. “You can stop working here in the company and come live with me in my mansion. I will make sure that you are well-treated and given everything that you desire.”Camille’s head was spinning. This was all going too fast for her liking. “Wait a second,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “I’m not going to be your wife, Mr. Callahan.”“Of course you are,” Christian said with an arch of his eyebrow. “Do I not have all of the qualities of a fine husband? Besides, you should be grateful. I will give you all that you need. My only condition is for you to not meddle in my business and behave like a good little wife.”“Mr. Callahan,” Camille said stonily. “I am not going to marry you.”She then turned around and attempted to leave the room.“Stop right there, Miss van Gowen.”Camille instantly froze in place.Christian watched her stiff shoulders from behind, smirk
“Leave him out of this,” Camille managed to say.However, she forgot to even out her tone, so the anger in her voice was quite clear.“Oh? Quite sensitive now, are we?” Christian said, having picked up on the change of note.“…”“Is he going to be a nuisance to our cooperation?” he asked.“We have no such cooperation between us, Mr. Callahan,” Camille growled. “And I would appreciate it if you cease meddling in my life and attempting to control it the way you want.”“I have many ways to threaten you, Miss van Gowen. I’m sure you know that quite well.” Christian’s smile widened. “Your mother, your father, your brothers… even Michael McGregor’s notoriety in the past, seeing how much you seem to care about him.”“You—”“But as much as it’s entertaining to keep teasing you, I’m afraid you have no other choice.” He shrugged casually. “I’ve already told my father about how madly in love I am with you.”“What?” Camille was dumbfounded.“I’m quite a good actor, you know. I managed to convince
That was how it all started. Christian Callahan had a trump card up his sleeve, and she had no choice but to go along with his whims. She hated it, but at least she knew that he wasn’t interested in her. She wasn’t his type at all, and she preferred to keep it that way.He was only using her for his own gain.Camille sighed as she went back to her desk, her mind muddled with all sorts of thoughts. She turned on the screen of her phone and scrolled down her contacts list, her gaze resting on the name ‘Noah’.To think that he gave her his private number so freely.They had arranged to meet up on Monday since she wasn’t free during the weekends. During the weekends, she needed to take the role of a good wife at home despite not even being married to Christian yet. He insisted on living together so that it wouldn’t be hard to keep up appearances later on.He even decided that the date of their wedding would take place in October, which was about seven months away. He had it all planned wh
Michael was uncharacteristically while he nervously waited for Monday to come.He was a seasoned businessman who was trained to handle any kind of situation or crisis that might arise, especially during critical moments. So, he learned to put aside his emotions and focus on the current situation while thinking of a proper strategy.His father had taught him back then that he needed to be at least two steps ahead of his opponents. That way, he would be able to achieve his goals with much more certainty.With that, he also learned to keep calm even during tough times and not succumb to pressure. It took him a while to get used to it, but in the end, he succeeded. It was all so he could achieve this one goal.His goal of reaching the top, just so he could find Hailey again.A year later after Hailey graduated high school, Michael attended his own graduation. It had been bittersweet, especially after knowing that he could never see her again.A year ago, his parents asked him if he prefer
Time flew by, and before Michael knew it, Monday finally came.It had been a while since he last paid serious attention to his appearance. Of course, being the head of the company, he was expected to dress appropriately and carry himself with a dignified aura. He needed to be consistent and professional at all times, something that he learned through years of training and experience.However, this was the first time that he really looked at himself in the mirror, wondering if he looked good enough to impress. He had light-brown hair with a few strands that fell across his eyes, and his skin seemed smoother than average. The lighting in the room cast shadows on his features and highlighted the contours of his face, making him think for a moment that he was staring at a stranger in the mirror.How curious. So this was what he looked like up close…‘It’s not like I look at my face in the mirror each day,’ he surmised. ‘Usually, I would only pay attention to my outfit and then go about my
The girl was still staring at her, her back pressed against the wall and her hands clenched in tight fists.Camille took a few cautious steps towards her, and the girl flinched involuntarily.“S… Sorry,” the girl finally croaked, swallowing hard. Her wide eyes darted from Camille to the men on the ground. “I’m… you’re… I mean… thank you.”It was clear that she was struggling to remain calm, but failing.Camille’s features softened.It was then that Michael finally rushed up to her, slightly out of breath. His attention was entirely on Camille, not noticing the way the girl took a step back at his sudden presence.“My god,” Michael breathed out, looking a little ragged. “Camille, you—” Then, as though deciding against what he was about to say, he showed her his phone instead, probably deciding to say it later. “I called the cops. They’ll be here soon.”Camille nodded and turned back to the girl. “Let’s get you out of here, okay?” she said softly.The girl seemed to hesitate. “I… I don’
A young woman was pinned against the wall, her eyes wide and terrified as she trembled before the three men surrounding her.She looked so young, probably still in her teens. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, and she was wearing a black hooded jacket, blue jeans, and white sneakers. Basically just casual clothes, with nothing about her standing out.One of the men had a hand over her mouth to muffle her whimpering. Another leaned in close and spoke to her in a sickly sweet tone, apparently taunting her about something.The third man stood a short distance away, probably acting as a lookout, but he seemed to be so involved in what was happening that he failed to see Camille lurking in the shadows.“Come on, sweetheart,” the man closest to the girl crooned. “You made things real hard for my buddy, you know? You think you can just walk away from us like that?”The girl squirmed, trying her best to push the man’s hand away from her mouth.But she didn’t have the strengt
“Hear what?” Michael asked, puzzled.When she didn’t reply and started wandering towards a certain direction, he paused and strained to listen.He really didn’t hear anything, but that was probably because he had been too distracted by Camille.Meanwhile, Camille moved towards the source of the noise, hearing it more clearly now. Maybe it was because of her self-defense lessons and her natural attentiveness to her surroundings, but she could usually pick up on small details that no other person would notice unless they were paying close attention.This time there was another sound, and it was like a low, threatening voice, followed by another scream that sounded even more desperate. They gradually faded, though, as if they were slowly receding.Camille couldn’t let them do that.She walked briskly until she spotted something. An alley. Of course. Alleys, especially dark, narrow ones like this, tended to drive people away out of caution and fear. Crime didn’t disappear in a big city li
Fortunately, when they arrived at the burger joint, no one recognized them or anything. Maybe they did a good job of looking and acting normal.They quickly found a booth in the corner, conveniently away from prying eyes.As they sat down, the familiar smell of grilled burgers and fries filled the air, bringing back a flood of memories.“This place has changed a bit, hasn’t it?” Camille said, marveling at the renovation of the building. Back then, it had been smaller and had dull colors for wallpaper.But now, the surroundings were vibrant, and it certainly looked bigger.Michael grinned. “It has. It’s been ages since we were last here.”They eagerly ordered their usual: cheeseburgers with fries and milkshakes. They didn’t usually eat like this, especially on weekdays, so it was like a nice treat after working so hard.Camille was especially excited. She had been upset earlier, especially after what had happened with Christian, but now all that was fading away in the back of her mind.
That last part was out of jest, Camille was sure. It made the corners of her lips threaten to tug upwards.She looked down at her clothes. She was still dressed in her business attire — a fitted blouse and a pencil skirt — and she was also wearing a long coat to stave off the cold. Summer was over now, so the nights were usually chilly.She felt around her pockets and touched the hat that she had hidden in one of them. It was a black beanie that she liked to wear whenever she wanted to hang around outside, but rarely had the occasion to do so because she was always so busy.Her thoughts soon wandered into an uncertain territory.Was it a good idea to have dinner with Michael so late?What if someone saw them?What if…While she was still pondering over what choice to make, another message from Michael came in.‘I thought we could go to that burger place that we used to go to back in high school. We could also get some snacks at the nearby food stalls if you want.’Camille blinked, her
When Camille ended the call, she leaned back against the bench, feeling the energy drain out of her.Now, all pretenses were gone. She closed her eyes and allowed herself a moment of peace, feeling the sensation of the evening breeze against her exposed skin.It was a cold night, but she didn’t really mind. The day’s events had taken a lot out of her, and she preferred to cool off rather than simmer in the heat of anger any longer.She could act strong, independent, and reliable in front of her brothers like the big sister that she was supposed to be, but once she was alone with nobody to display that mask to, she was a wreck. A mess of emotions. Someone who had developed a limit that grew shorter and shorter through time.Now, she was a woman who could barely control her anger and frustration, completely unlike the calm teenager she used to be. With these negative emotions making her mood fluctuate often, it made her feel like a shadow of who she once was.‘Since when have I become t
After shutting down the computer, Camille cast a glance at the closed door of Christian’s office and felt a grimace contort her features.He had gone home earlier before her, but that was only because he needed to get ready to entertain guests at his father’s mansion tonight. Maybe his relatives were coming to pay a visit, or maybe they were very important clients. Camille didn’t really care.At least she didn’t need to face him again later on. The thought of that kiss that he had forced upon her made her feel like gooseflesh were crawling up her skin. Not a pleasant sensation at all.Camille shook her head vehemently, as if that would help force the memory away.She refused to think about that dreadful incident anymore. If she continued to dwell on it, she would only end up tearing her hair out from anger and frustration.She had more important things to do than let herself sink into rage over Christian’s thoughtless actions.So, she packed her things and headed home.Since she worke
Camille didn’t know how she did it, but she managed to return to her desk without collapsing to the ground or stumbling in her steps.When she reached her chair, she immediately sank into it, feeling the hot vestiges of anger running all over her skin. It was as though lava was overflowing through several parts of her body, not yet evaporating into thin air.‘I need to calm down,’ she thought.When she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror on her desk, she was almost startled at what she saw.Her face was flushed, and her eyes were bloodshot. Her hair was also a little tousled in some angles.In short, she was a mess.She quickly turned away, unable to stomach the sight of herself.She felt so exhausted that she was already longing for the comfort of her bed back at home. To be away from all this confusing, chaotic mess. To slowly untangle all the knots in her mind and try to figure out what to do next.So much had happened in such a short time, and she wasn’t physically an
At first, Christian hadn’t planned to kiss her.He wasn’t an impulsive man, but in this particular situation, he found that the urge to do something reckless was quite strong.Not exactly a reckless move, per se, but one that came along with his irritation.It was just that, as he watched Camille’s expression and heard the subtle change in tone in her voice when it came to Michael, Christian felt a growing urgency inside of him that he couldn’t bear to ignore.He could feel it, that her heart was drifting towards another man, that her feelings were growing until they became a big part of her.He felt that time was running out and that if he didn’t act now, she might belong to him physically, but not emotionally.And he would never be able to make her heart waver in the slightest.And oddly enough, despite his pride in the fact that he was not the kind of man who would be carried away by his emotions, the thought of Camille never being able to be completely his unsettled him greatly.S