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The Tale Not Old As Time 32 “Miss”
Thirty-TwoFlorence’s heart pounded in her chest as Chaos spoke her name, his voice filled with a warmth and intimacy she had never heard before. The absence of the formal word “Miss” prefix sent a shiver down her spine. It was as if he were speaking directly to her soul, acknowledging her as an individual, not just a name on a list of interviews who probably interviewed him and had crossed the line as professionals who were obviously more interested in the women he slept with.Her eyes met his, and she felt a spark ignite between them. It was a moment of recognition, a realization that there was something more to their interaction than a simple business meeting.“I understand that the ‘billionaire playboy’ stereotype can be difficult to shake.” He smiled genuinely as there was silence from the both of them for a few seconds, and continued to say, “However, I want you to know that I am more than just that. Like I said, a caricature of what people portrayed me to be.”“Because it is th
Last Updated : 2024-11-09The Tale Not Old As Time 33 “The Spencers, The Battenkurts”
Thirty-ThreeFor once, Chaos was stammered. Out of words because he was just shocked. He wanted to smile, since he was amused by this kind of confidence that she had. After all, she was a graduating journalism student, so he assumed she needed to suck this interview up to get better grades. He had never really thought about it in those terms before since he had always assumed that his wealth and status were simply a part of who he was knowing that his mother is from the Spencers, and his father is from the Battenkurts.“Hmm,” Chaos hummed and smiled weakly, “I suppose it is a double-edged sword,” he replied in a really calm tone, after a moment of thought. “On the one hand, it gives me opportunities that most people can only dream of. I can travel the world, live in luxury, and make a difference in the world. But on the other hand, it can be isolating. People often treat you differently and they become more focused on my personal playboy life, as if they have this hold in my personal
Last Updated : 2024-11-09The Tale Not Old As Time 34 “Different
Thirty-FourFlorence justified in the back of her head that she was only doing this for her college project, and once it was done, it was done. She had always been a woman of integrity despite what she went through, as she was a person who valued honesty and loyalty. But in her pursuit of Chaos, she had compromised her principles. She had lied to her husband, deceived him, and broken his heart.The thought of facing Heath filled her with dread once he would find out about it. She knew that he would be devastated, heartbroken, and angry. She had promised Heath, she had signed the contract, and she vowed that she was not going to be seen with men for Heath’s social status. Florence felt a pang of regret for her actions. She had allowed her infatuation with Chaos to cloud her judgment, to lead her down a path of deception. She had forgotten her commitment to her marriage, though fake, it was her vows to love, honor, and cherish her husband. She needed the money, and she only had four ye
Last Updated : 2024-11-09The Tale Not Old As Time 35 “Third Chance’s A Charm”
Thirty-fiveUrban Eats. Of all the expensive restaurants he knew that would impress women – Le Grand Chateau, The Velvet Room, The Sterling Spoon, The Golden Goose, Ember & Ash, or The Curious Mouth, she chose a cheap and really unhealthy joint. Chaos scoffed softly under his breath and just smiled, “McDonald’s, Marx.”“Sir?” Marx chirped, in shock that he asked for those unhealthy foods since he rarely buys them. “Anything specific?” Chase asked Florence, ignoring what Marx had said.“I…” She hesitated and finally let her know, “I would like to have a cheeseburger please, and some nuggets with large fries. Maybe a large cola. Thank you.” Chaos informed Marx of the order but doubled it. As soon as the call ended, Chaos just stared at her.“Is there something wrong, sir?” Florence asked.Chaos shook his head, “No, you are just someone different.” She blinked, “Different?” She asked.“In a good way.” Chaos answered while he settled on the couch, “So, let us set the questions aside,
Last Updated : 2024-11-09The Tale Not Old As Time 36 “Renewed”
Thirty-SixFlorence spent her time working on her project for days listening to the recorded interview, rewinding minutes after minutes. She typed and edited her article, thrilled to have interviewed one of the wealthiest individuals in the world.“Florence?” Heath hollered as it was a nice morning as he had finally returned. “You here?”“In the kitchen.” Florence chimed as she was busy working on her laptop.Heath popped out of nowhere, “I’m going to be busy for the whole morning in the clinic and then we can have dinner. I have your dress and jewelry ready for tonight.”Florence’s eyes widened, “Are we heading somewhere?”“Yes, I have an important dinner to attend to. Use the expensive makeup I bought you, and please make yourself more human? Thank you.” Heath spoke and then left the next second.Florence felt offended with what he said, but at the same time, she knew that she looked terribly simple and pale compared to how lavish and pretty she always needed to be when she was out
Last Updated : 2024-11-09The Tale Not Old As Time 37 “Vibrant Red”
Thirty-SevenF L O R E N C E “What have I gotten myself into?” I asked my own reflection the same question that I have been asking ever since I started putting makeup on and dressing more provocatively for a man I did not even love. I took a deep breath in and exhaled while telling my own reflection, “You had no choice. It’s okay. It’s okay. You’re going to be okay.” I put on a vibrant red lipstick which matched my white skin.“Are you done?” Heath hollered loudly, feeling annoyed since he was never the type of person who was attending parties or dinners late with his so-called elite circle. “Yes, I am.” I rushed towards his side while he donned a beautiful dark green suit with his light brown leather shoes.When the clock struck five thirty, Heath and I headed to The Alchemist’s Secret Table. I wore this insanely beautiful emerald green strappy satin midi dress with a cowl neckline with a high slit which made my skin look whiter and paler, as if it was glimmering against the dress
Last Updated : 2024-11-09The Tale Not Old As Time 38 “Discreetly”
Thirty-EightF L O R E N C E I locked eyes with him for a quick second as he signed again, “I am bored to my mind.” His gaze was gentle, and unwavering. A silent conversation passed between us, a connection that transcended without the use of our voices that only the both of us could understand. I could not really suppress a smile, a response to the unspoken understanding that had formed between us.“I feel the same,” I signed discreetly. He signed back, “It’s all pointless talk,” and took a sip of champagne.I stole a glance at him, and our eyes met. Flustered, I quickly averted my gaze. From the corner of my eye, I could see him smirking as he took a sip of champagne. A surge of heat rose to my cheeks as I realized the intensity of his gaze. It was as if he could read my thoughts, see the confusion and attraction swirling within me. He seemed amused by my reaction, a knowing glint in his eyes that sent a shiver down my spine.Esmeralda, with a saccharine smile and a tone laced wit
Last Updated : 2024-11-09The Tale Not Old As Time 39 “Intensity”
Thirty-NineF L O R E N C E “I’m a married woman,” I uttered, a feeble attempt to deter him. The words hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the intensity in his eyes. I knew, deep down, that my marital status would hold little sway over him. He was a man accustomed to getting what he wanted, a man who defied convention and expectation. In that moment, I felt small, vulnerable, and utterly powerless.“Marriage, Florence,” Chaos began, his voice low and deliberate, “is merely a societal construct. It does not define your worth or limit your potential. True connections transcend such superficial bonds.” As he gently placed me in the car, his gaze held a knowing intensity, a silent promise of a future that defied convention. His words, though simple, carried a profound weight, challenging the very foundations of my understanding of love, commitment, and personal freedom.He slid into the seat beside me, his presence a stark contrast to the quiet luxury of the car’s interior. A pl
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The Tale Not Old As Time 105 “Afternoon Sun”
One Hundred FiveThe afternoon sun streamed through the window inside Florence’s room, casting a warm glow on the worn leather armchair where Florence sat. Her eyes, though clouded by the fog of Alzheimer’s, still held a spark of recognition when Chaos entered the room.“Hello, my love,” he greeted her, his voice soft and gentle, despite his weakened knees and how his doctors had been telling him to stop walking distances for long hours since it has been bad for his health.Florence smiled, a fragile, fleeting smile that touched Chaos deeply. “Hello, I do not remember you, but I think you were the old guy who kept reading me about stories.” she replied, her voice a mere whisper.“I am.” He settled into the armchair beside her, taking her hand in his. “Shall I read to you?” he asked, his voice filled with a tenderness that never ceased to amaze her.Florence nodded, her eyes fluttering closed. Chaos picked up the worn leather-bound book from the side table. It was a collection of short
The Tale Not Old As Time 104 “Tale”
One Hundred Four“Mama? Dada?” Rhys called out sleepily from the doorway of the kitchen, his eyes barely opened as he stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he yawned sleepily. “Look who just woken up.” Chaos called out as they smiled, staring at their sleepy looking son.Chaos pulled back slightly, his gaze lingering on Florence. The sound of their son’s voice, sleepy and sweet, filled the kitchen. Both parents turned towards the doorway, their hearts melting at the sight of their little boy, his eyes still heavy with sleep, rubbing his eyes with his tiny fists.“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Florence cooed, scooping him up in her arms. Chaos smiled as he walked towards Rhys and the little boy immediately snuggled into her neck, burying his face as he was sleepy while yawning which made Florence smile.Chaos chuckled, his eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and affection. “Looks like someone’s ready for breakfast,” he said, his voice soft.He walked over to
The Tale Not Old As Time 103 “Sunday Morning”
One Hundred ThreeThe Sunday morning sun streamed through the kitchen window, painting stripes of light across the gleaming hardwood floor. Florence, with a smile on her pretty face, hummed happily as she stirred the pancake batter, the scent of cinnamon and butter filling the air. Her eyes, filled with a quiet contentment, glanced at the delicate band glimmering on her left ring finger. It was a symbol of the years they had spent together, a testament to their resilience and their unwavering love. Three years of marriage had been a challenging journey, a tapestry woven with threads of joy, sorrow, and the unwavering support they offered each other as they navigated life's ups and downs.Chaos, ever the early riser, was already outside, tending to the vegetable garden he had painstakingly cultivated in their backyard. Despite his status, he wanted to do the normal things with her. Cultivating their backyard garden had given him some sense of peace and calm.She glanced out the windo
The Tale Not Old As Time 102 “Mind”
One Hundred Two “I am losing my mind!” Kamille yelled in frustration and anger, as she threw the letters towards Chaos’ office floor which caused shock from him and his secretary. These were letters that he had not known before. Letters that Theresa had never mentioned before. Letters that Kamille had never mentioned ever before. Kamille cried, as if she was having emotional breakdown, but she was calming herself down, “My mind, my guilt, every fucking thing is killing my mind! And you have no idea about the pain and… and the struggle that I had been through!” She shook her head as she stomped and left angrily as if she had been knowing something that she had been hiding for years.Kamille’s composure shattered. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she cried out, “My mind… my guilt, everything is killing me! You have no idea the pain, the struggle I have endured!”She shook her head violently, the words tumbling out in a torrent of raw emotion. It was as if a dam had broken, releasing y
The Tale Not Old As Time 101 “Captured”
One Hundred OneA year had passed since that fateful day at the cemetery. Florence and Chaos, through open communication and unwavering support, had nurtured their relationship, allowing it to blossom into something truly beautiful. Florence had met his parents, their initial apprehension quickly melting away as they witnessed the profound love and respect that existed between their son and the woman who had captured his heart. Despite their vastly different backgrounds, Florence had seamlessly integrated into their lives, her warmth and kindness winning them over completely.The aroma of roasted chicken and Caroline’s famous apple pie filled the air as Florence settled into the worn-in armchair opposite Chaos’ parents. Edward, a man of few words but a kind heart and Chaos’ father, beamed at her from across the table. Caroline, however, was effusive in her praise.“You know, Florence,” Caroline began, a mischievous glint in her eyes, “Chaos has not stopped talking about you since th
The Tale Not Old As Time 100 “Profound”
Hundred“I am so sorry.” Florence’s voice was soft, as if he could hear the hurt in her voice. She reached out and gently took his hand, offering him comfort. “But you could not have known,” she told him very softly, her voice filled with empathy. “These things… they happen. They happened because… because it was what she wanted.” “She did not even ask me what I wanted.” He answered and his words hurt her.“Guilt and self-blame can be incredibly powerful, especially when you are struggling.” She told him sincerely.She knew he blamed himself, but she also knew that blaming himself would not bring Theresa back. He needed to forgive himself, to find a way to move forward.“Hey,” She caressed his cheeks with her hands, “Let us not dwell on the past,” she said softly. “Let us focus on healing, on honoring her memory.”She looked at him, her eyes filled with a gentle understanding. “You can do this, Chaos,” she said, her voice filled with a quiet strength. “No one blamed you. And I do not
The Tale Not Old As Time 99 “Passion”
Ninety-NineThe sun cast long shadows across the cemetery, the air thick with the scent of freshly cut grass and damp earth. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the ancient oak trees, creating a soothing, almost melancholic soundtrack.Florence and Chaos sat on the cool grass in front of Theresa’s headstone, a comfortable silence settling between them. Florence, her gaze fixed on the inscription, felt a strange sense of peace. The initial shock of the revelation had subsided, replaced by a quiet understanding, a profound sense of connection to the young woman whose heart now beat within her own chest.Chaos, sensing her quiet contemplation, reached out and gently took her hand. His touch was a silent affirmation of their shared grief, an unspoken acknowledgment of the profound connection they now shared.“What was she like?” Florence asked softly with curiosity.“Theresa… she was a whirlwind,” Chaos began, his voice thick with emotion. “She was a dancer. Ballet.”Florence nodded he
The Tale Not Old As Time 98 “Between You And Me”
Ninety-Eight“I have been thinking lately about everything that has been happening between you and me.” Florence continued to speak as she was staring at her feet while they were walking.Chaos nodded his head gently, his heart pounding with a mixture of hope and dread. He waited, holding his breath, for her to continue. Florence continued, her voice barely a whisper, “Thinking about everything that is happening between us.”Chaos nodded again, his eyes fixed on her face, searching for any sign of emotion.Florence took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly. “And I realized… I realized that I have been selfish too.”Chaos shook his head, “No, do not say that. I was the one being selfish.”“No,” she said, her voice breaking. Tears were welling up in her eyes, threatening to spill over. “I was being selfish too. You have been through so much, Chaos. Just the same as me, you went through something too. And I… I was letting my anger and jealousy consume me.”She took a deep breath,
The Tale Not Old As Time 97 “Miss”
Ninety-SevenAs Florence stepped out of the school, she spotted Chaos standing by his car. His shoulders slumped, and a look of weariness etched his face. He missed her, desperately. Florence’s heart ached as she saw him. She missed him too, the silence between them stretching on like an endless desert. They both knew that the longer they remained apart, the deeper the longing and the more painful the separation would become.He exhaled as soon as he saw her emerge from the school, her shoulders slumped slightly, and his heart ached. He wanted to reach for her, to pull her close and hold her until the pain subsided. He wanted to hug her and just feel her warmth once again after days of being away from each other.But he knew better. He had hurt her, deeply, and he had to earn back her trust, one small step at a time.He watched as she approached slowly and almost unsurely, her gaze fixed on the pavement, her footsteps heavy with unspoken emotions. He wanted to call out to her, to apol
