She didn’t need the circular-framed black glasses, but she felt they made her look more serious and intelligent, boosting her confidence. She needed all the confidence she could muster, especially since this was her first severe meeting with shareholders and the board of directors During the car ride to Devane Enterprises, she kept closing her eyes and taking deep breaths. Daniel placed his hand on Rory’s. “Koala, you’ll do fine in there. You’ve been preparing for this for weeks. It’s okay to be nervous. Even I was nervous during my first meeting,” Daniel chuckled. “I’m not nervous.” “Then why do you keep taking deep breaths and closing your eyes?” he asked pointedly. “Because it’s hot in here. Isn’t it hot in here, Frank?” To stress her point, she wound down the window. “Ma’am, I think the temperature is just right, and maybe you should—” Frank, who was driving, trailed off when he felt the car grow cold. The couple was shooting daggers at him. “Everyone gets nervous, Ko
"Is that so?" Rory raised her eyelids slowly. "Because if your capabilities were as you say, why isn't Devane Corporation among the top 200 companies when Hector was CEO?" She asked, crossing her legs."This just shows that this company thrived under Andrea's reign because of Andrea, not you. Don't speak nonsense and undermine the woman's hard work for your own selfish gain!" Victor admonished, his anger simmering in his eyes."You simply cannot fire us. We've dedicated decades of our lives to this company! Who do you think you are? You haven't been here for more than an hour, yet you think you can call the shots!" Shaw barked."Mind your tone," Rory's jaw twitched with suppressed anger. But Shaw and Cloy seemed oblivious."Mind our tone? Did you mind yours when you first arrived? Remember, what goes around, comes around.""Listen carefully," Rory surveyed her opponents' faces. Most were silent, weighing the situation, but a few were brimming with unjustified anger. After everything t
The taste of the iced mocha slapped her tongue, and she reveled in the pleasure of both the coffee and the nearness of the truth.“Your mother was very influential and had connections in all the right places. Going against her meant you had a bigger backer, like the Frosters, for example,” Victor said, his eyes distant as if reliving a memory.“Hmm. Is it possible that she might know Mr. Adam Carter?” she asked, considering that her principal had said she looked familiar when they first met. The more people she could ask, the better.“Who is he?”“He’s the principal of my school, T.H.S.”Victor rubbed his chin, considering the idea. “I don’t think so. If he’s the principal of a school, he must have an educational background, and Andrea never associated with them. She thought they were too arrogant. Plus, if she knew him, I would have known him too.”Rory nodded and fell quiet, scanning the coffee shop, taking a break from her muddled thoughts. The coffee shop smelled of freshly ground
She tossed and turned in her bed, her mind wandering as she stared at the ceiling. The National Examinations were coming up and she couldn't help but worry. She was smart and had gotten full scores plus extra points but so did hundreds of students that qualified all over the country. However, that wasn't what troubled her the most. It was the events that happened over the past few weeks and the doubts that constantly churned in her mind.What happened years before that made my mum and Vivian fall apart? Was Vivian just a good actor and deceived everyone or was there more to the story? She had promised herself not to think about it, but her curiosity burned.Vivian was in prison, rotting there like she rightly deserved and Daniel may have ordered for her to be beaten up by other inmates and treated with so much cruelty. She deserved itZStill, this was her mother’s life she was talking about and as a good daughter shouldn't she strive to know more about her?She picked up her phone f
That week, Aurora had a girls' night out with Siao and Asher. The Nationals were next week, and the results would come out the week after. If she passed, which she was sure she would, she wouldn't have to worry about getting into university since she could just pick any one of her choice.Her eyes were set on Eden-Brooke or Lockharte University. Both schools had a 1% acceptance rate for their rigorous medical school program that allowed you to enter directly into med school while learning an undergraduate major. She was thinking of double majoring in Arts and Business, but she wasn't sure if she could handle the stress that would come with it.All this to say, Aurora was on edge, her eyes constantly closing and her insides feeling queasy as they drove to Santiago's mansion for dinner. She was being driven there while Daniel was out with his friends."Is everything okay, Madam?" the driver asked, glancing through the rear-view mirror."I'm fine, John. Are we almost there?""Yes, ma'am.
A few days before the Nationals, Rory got a call from Oliver. “Hello, Oliver.” “Hi, Rory. How’s preparation for the Nationals going?” “It’s a little tiring with teachers constantly on our backs to study or attend extra tutorials.” She shook her head. “Well, it’s for the best, isn’t it? If you win, it’s glory for you and your school.” “I know,” she said. “Did you just call to ask about high school problems?” “No, I have news on what you asked me to find out.” Rory immediately sat up straight. She was tutoring her friends for the upcoming school exam in their classroom. Currently, they were solving a question Rory had given them, while she sat in front of the class, monitoring them. “What did you find out?” “Your mother didn’t go abroad to have you; she was hiding in one of her villas in the city when she got pregnant with you.” “But that’s not what I heard. Her friend and Nana told me she went abroad. Are you sure about this?” She furrowed her brows, trying to keep h
'View your Result." was written boldly on the laptop screen and the cursor was placed on it and as shaky as Rory's hands were, she couldn't bring herself to click it. "Oh my God! I can't do it! You do it!" She turned to Daniel, biting her lower lip. "Okay." Rory shifted to the side and Daniel sat in front of the laptop. "I can't look!" Daniel chuckled, placed one hand to cover Rory's eyes, and used the other to check the result. Silence. Rory's heart pounded in her ears. Did she fail? It wasn't possible, she made sure to answer every question, so why was Daniel so quiet? She couldn't bear the silence anymore and swatted Daniel's hands away from her eyes. 'Congratulations!' Confetti danced around the screen. 'Your score is: 703/700' "Oh my God!" She screamed, her hands hitting Daniel and her laughter was so infectious that Daniel also started laughing. Her eyes were shining. "I can't believe this!" 703/700 was no joke. "I am not surprised. You are impressive so this should
Rory and her friends decided to meet at the same cafe where she tutored them. They sat at a round table in a private lounge. Kay sat beside Rory, Rory sat beside Frank and Frank sat next to Blaire. Anna sat in the middle of David and Blaire and Terrence sat on the other side of Rory, with Louisa at his side.“So where are you all going to study?” Rory asked, tracing her fingers along the rim of her coffee mug.“I got into Lockharte for computer science,” David said nonchalantly, glancing out the window.“Show off,” Frank teased.“Mary Adams for business,” Frank replied. “It’s a top program, and Rory’s tutoring helped a lot.”“Only a little,” Rory said with a smile.“Seriously, you made a huge difference,” Frank insisted.“Okay, I’ll take half the credit and ten percent of your future profits,” Rory joked.“That’s not fair. You’re married to the richest man and have your own business!” Frank laughed.“Who’s next?” Kay asked.“Alistar University for law,” Blaire said proudly. “My sister
I have no words to express the immense happiness and joy I feel over this book. I was very young when I started this book two years ago and I made quite a lot of errors😂. I didn't upload for a while and so many mistakes that I wanted to give up on this book but my editor gave me the best advice that has helped me so much in my writing career: Always keep writing. To all the votes, comments, and readers, I just want to say thank you for joining me on this story. Rory and Daniel’s story will forever have a place in my heart as one of my best works. But this is not the end of their story! You can see them in future sequels of all the characters in this book. No character is being left out but this is their story so any plot points not explored in this book will be explored in their books. I am also done with the sequel of this book, “My Professor and I, on another app. If you want to check it out, it's on the other app that ends with Novel and starts with Web. Thank you for staying
The sun kissed the horizon as golden waves lapped softly against the shore. Rory’s laughter filled the air, a sound Daniel had feared he might never hear again. She ran ahead of him, her hair whipping in the salty breeze, her bare feet sinking into the cool sand.“Come on, slowpoke!” she called out, grinning over her shoulder.Daniel jogged to catch up, a small smile tugging at his lips. The past year had been a blur of pain, healing, and rediscovery. Therapy had helped Rory process the loss of their unborn child, and while the ache would never fully vanish, she had learned to carry it with grace. Daniel had his own scars, some visible, others etched deep within, but seeing Rory’s light return had made his burdens lighter.“Slowpoke?” he teased, catching her around the waist and spinning her. Her laughter bubbled out, bright and free. “I’m the one who kept up with you in therapy runs, remember?”“Barely,” she quipped, playfully swatting his arm as he set her down.They walked along th
The hospital room was a hollow shell of life, filled with the mechanical hum of the ventilator and the faint beeping of the heart monitor. Rory sat by Daniel’s bedside, her fingers gently wrapped around his cold, unmoving hand. The once vibrant man she loved was now a pale reflection of himself, his face gaunt, his body thinner than she remembered. His smile, the light in his ocean-blue eyes, the warmth of his laughter—all of it had vanished into the sterile silence of this room.Rory’s cheeks were streaked with tears, her throat raw from months of pleading. She spoke to him as though her words could reach him, as though somewhere in the depths of his unconsciousness, he could hear her and find his way back.“Daniel,” she whispered, her voice trembling, “do you remember that summer we spent by the lake? You swore you’d teach me to fish, but I ended up tangling the line so badly we had to cut it. You laughed so hard you couldn’t even be mad at me.”Her fingers tightened around his, as
The ambulance lights flickered like a warning, their red glow staining the night. Rory knelt beside Daniel, her trembling hands pressing against the gushing wounds. Blood soaked through her clothes, hot and unrelenting, as though time itself had opened its veins to bleed alongside him. His face was pale, his lips cracked, yet his eyes-oh, those eyes--still found hers, still held her like an anchor in the storm. "Stay with me, Dani," she whispered, her voice a broken hymn. But her words fell like ash, scattered by the wind. His smile was faint, weaker than the last exhale of a dying candle. "You will always... make me stay." And then his eyes fluttered closed. She screamed. A sound ripped from the marrow of her bones, a raw and primal anguish that silenced the world around her. Nate flinched at the sound, his breath hitching as he stumbled back. Rory crouched over Daniel's body, her hands now shaking too violently to apply pressure to the wounds. She was crumbling before him,
Rory’s gaze locked onto the tail lights flashing like taunts in the distance. The night was thick, the road weaving like a black ribbon through the desolate countryside. Nate gripped the wheel beside her, jaw clenched and eyes narrowed in concentration, while Oliver sat in the backseat, his laptop balanced on his knees, fingers flying over the keys.“They’re gaining speed,” Rory muttered, adrenaline flooding her veins. “Can you keep up, Nate?”He gave her a quick, fierce nod. “I’m not letting him get away with Daniel.” His voice was tight with determination, as he pressed down harder on the gas. The engine roared in response, pushing the car forward as it veered dangerously around another sharp bend.Oliver’s face glowed from the laptop screen in the backseat. “I’m trying to hack into Jordan’s phone,” he said, his tone laced with urgency. “If I can disrupt his GPS or disable the car remotely, it’ll give us an advantage.”Rory threw a glance over her shoulder. “How long will that take?
“Right!” She yelled, jerking away from Jordan’s evil touch. “Really? Well, I’m sorry, love. Your guess is wrong!” Jordan informed her and she closed her eyes, trying to stop the tears from flowing.“Please don't kill them! Please!” She pleaded and Jordan clicked his tongue repeatedly. “Awww. But you should have guessed properly!” He brought out a gun and shot the woman on the right in the head. ‘Bam!’“No!” She shrieked. “No, no, no! You monster! You freak of nature! No wonder your parents die! They deserved to die than to see the monster that you've become! Yes! They deserve to die!”“What did you just say?” His head snapped to hers, looking her dead in the eyes, his gun pointed at her, daring her to speak.The gunshot echoed in her ears over and over again but she didn't care. He should get it over with. “I said that your parents deserved to die the way that they did! Who would want to have a deformed and debased being as their son? I most certainly would not even if my life depen
[Trigger Warning: Mention and mild depiction of SA. I tried my best to shorten it.]***They said darkness enveloped you when you were dead. However, Rory felt the opposite. Darkness shrouded her because she was hopeless. Because no one was going to save her but herself. That's what she did. She played the part of a docile girl after the beatings Jordan had given her. She stopped saying, ‘Fuck You’ and curled herself into a ball and sobbed. Jordan crouched down beside her, as her shoulders shook. “Awww. Weren't you the one who wanted to pretend to be brave, Aurora? You know I like you like this. Weak, defenseless, and helpless.” He reached out and touched her hair, twirling them in his fingers but Rory kept shaking, tears streaming down her face.It felt like a thousand horses were stampeding on her body and that she was being thrown off a cliff, over and over again that the pain became a sound. It was a sound at this point, pushing her to the brink of insanity.Jordan smiled, a rea
The table was the only thing dividing Oliver and Daniel. But what kept Daniel calm was a mystery to Oliver as the video on his laptop played. Daniel had aged badly. He had stubble, his eyes were heavy, and dark circles covered the beauty of his steel eyes, still, the sharpness in them swirled as he peered at the screen. What was playing was a blurry video of a woman in the car who had almost hit Nana Clarisse as she tried to escape. It was very fleeting and unclear but he got a glimpse of those blue eyes and he knew who it was. His Koala. “How is the old woman?” he asked monotonously. Life had been sucked out of him these past few weeks and to make matters worse Rory’s family had been attacking his company non-stop because they blamed Daniel for everything. Oliver understood that they had lost their daughter twice and this was a normal reaction but how did this solve the problem? Although both sides were working together to save Rory. That was the most important thing at this poi
The car sped down the road, its headlights cutting through the night like blades. The hum of the engine was the only sound in the tight space, broken occasionally by the crackle of the walkie-talkie. Rory packed at the side of the road, gathering her thoughts. “This is The Riddler to Sleeping Beauty, do you copy?” Jordan’s voice came over the static. “The Riddler. I like ‘The Riddler’ but that’s already taken. What about ‘The Puzzler’? No that sounds terrible. What do you think, Sleeping Beauty?” Aurora hesitated, her fingers gripping the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles whitened. Her eyes narrowed in on her target. The task he gave her was to run over Nana Clarisse, who was buying something beside the road. He wanted her to kill her Nana? How could she? How would she? “Sleeping beauty? I asked you a question. Which name do you want me to use? I need an answer.” Rory would never take for granted his light and playful tone. He never joked around. Everything he said was