"Where were you?" Roman peeked from behind his canvas. He didn't look too happy.
"I was having lunch with Kelly," she closed the studio door and walked to him.
His prying eyes looked at her suspiciously, "Why was your phone turned off?"
She tilted her head to one side and curved her lips, she couldn't believe he was asking her that. "Because you were calling me non-stop, I had to turn it to vibrating mode and eventually turned it off when it practically shook the whole Ritz Carlton's floor."
He didn't react. He went back to his painting.
She put her purse down on the floor and walked over to him. She touched his shoulders and squeezed them gently. She looped her arms around his neck from behind and kissed his cheek. "I was with Kelly, I promise."
Lunch time was supposed to be his time. If she was with Declan, it would be a time stolen from him.
He put down his brush and palette, turned his face to her, and grabbed her wit
"Where is everybody?" Olivia asked after they'd been seated for a while in the dining room. Declan cleared his throat and adjusted his tie, "It's just us." She looked at him for a moment. He was avoiding her gaze. "Just us? I thought everyone was going to be here?" "Nope ... just you and me ... and Mom." Olivia looked hollow at the table, "Great," she exhaled and signaled the waiter to pour her a drink. Mimi loves to be fashionably late, even in her own home. She likes to make people wait for her entrance, even if it's her own son and daughter-in-law. The house that Declan's dad left for her was her palace, she was the Queen of her empty kingdom, and she relish every moment of it. Olivia stretched back in her chair and took a big gulp of her drink. "Let's hope she doesn't fall asleep and left us here drinking all her wine ... you know she takes longer when I'm here, right?" Declan shrugged, "She does that to everyone."
When she realized the plan to do the IVF treatment wasn't purely because Declan wanted to start a family again, she was furious. She had to keep her cool at her mother-in-law's house but her insides were burning. She drank her wine like water. A bad habit she can't seem to put away because it calms her down. Being married to Declan's entire family never crossed her mind when she said 'yes' to his proposal. But in reality, she was married to all of them. What they think, their plans, their fake 'togetherness', all for one and one for all bullshit. Their incessant meddling in her domestic and even personal affairs was intolerable. It was one of the reasons why she insisted to get out of Mimi's house if Declan wanted to have children. She used to live under Her Majesty's roof when they first got married because Mimi didn't want to live by herself in that enormous home, and Declan was her favorite son. It was depressing to say the least, even in a house where the
Marriage ... does anyone really know how to do it properly? The lust they once felt for each other turned into something else entirely. Something constant, and boring, subtle but stronger than they realized. She was angry at him, but she forgave him. The hurt never really goes away. But she was still there. Once in a while, she would hurt him for what he had done, and he would take it because he knew he deserved it. Then she would feel guilty for hurting him and makeup with him in passionate lovemaking as if it was the first time they were making love. He had fallen in love with another woman a long time ago. She had proclaimed her love to another man just a few days ago. But this ... this is what married people do. They fight, they say mean things to each other, they argue, they hate each other's guts sometimes, and they fuck ... to make each other feel better. His body, her body, their bodies together. To think there was ever anyone else between them
She stormed into Declan's private office with a piece of letter in her hand. With one look on her face, Declan knew she had received the news. He was in a middle of a discussion with his junior manager, but all eyes were on Sienna who completely shifted the mood in the room. "What is this?" her eyes were bulging, her face pale with shock and anger. "Could you excuse us for a moment?" Declan calmly asked his junior manager to leave the room. "You can't do this to me, Declan!" she threw the letter on his desk as Declan closed the door and locked it. He closed his eyes for a brief moment before he turned to face her. He was prepared. "I have to." "Bullshit!" His office was not soundproof, not when she screamed so loudly. Everyone in the office knew about their relationship, no one dared to say anything. "You're the CEO of this whole goddamn chain of your family's own company! You don't have to do this!"
Being a father was everything he ever wanted. To learn the news through a secret telephone call in his office, Declan shed a tear. Will he ever see his son? Will he ever know that he was his father? And will he ever forgive him for what he had done to his mother? He couldn't come home that night and told Olivia he was working really late. He couldn't face her. He locked himself in his office, sobbing in the dark. Gil Isaac knew it. He took a vasectomy a few years before his wife had an affair with her boss. He did it because he slept with all kinds of women when he was working delivering goods from one city to another. He didn't want to impregnate another woman when his very successful wife couldn't. It was a slap in the face when he heard the news. They were high school sweethearts and madly in love with each other. They married young and enjoyed their lives together as long as it lasted until they were finally forced to face reality. Their marriage was by no means
She always thought of herself as someone who can only be attracted to men older than her. Never had she imagined something like this could happen. When she's alone with Roman, their age difference never seems to matter. But when she's with other people, the one thing she often thinks about was their age gap. She was having brunch with the wives. The fact that they are Roman's mother's friends didn't escape her, she could've been his mother's friend too if they had known each other before. The way those women talked about him was degrading by any measure, to themselves, to Roman, to reduce a person by their age and their looks and basing it on sexual attraction. It made her re-evaluate her own attraction to Roman, was it just physical? "His abs." "His tanned skin." "The bulge on his pants." "How long do you think he'd last?" "Hard." "Long." "A boyish smile." Yikes, she thought. She forced a smile once in a while pretending that it
His life was about to change. He hoped that it would be for the better, if not the best because he finally get to that place he'd worked so hard for. There's just a tiny problem. Someone is trying to taunt him by sending pictures of his ex-lover and illegitimate child. After Gil denied it, he didn't wholly cross his name from the list of people that has the potential to blackmail him. It was quite a long list. He didn't get to where he is without stepping on other people's toes, even if he had done it smoothly. Most people envy success rather than embrace it when it happens to others. He couldn't trust anyone, not even his mother. Mimi and his brothers were all on his list. He had at least five business rivals who pitched on the same deal he made with Brian Murphy. They were considered on his list too. Even Brian Murphy was not free from suspicion because he, too, would have something to gain from holding on to Declan's deepest darkest secret. They know his h
She sat on a stool in front of the canvas of a half-painted picture of her naked back. It was something Roman had been working on for weeks without a model. Just a very vivid memory of when they were together on the boat. A few passionate nights neither of them will ever forget. Roman stood behind her holding her hand and the brush in her grip. He moved their hands together and did strokes on the canvas. If only she knew how special it was to be the one holding the brush. In his entire career, he never let anyone hold his brush, it was sacred. He never even let anyone look at his work, not when he was still working on it. He pressed his face against her head, stealing kisses while his other arm was wrapped around her waist. He nibbled on her ear and tickled her with his prickly beard. She wriggled then he'd brush his face on her bare shoulder. She laughed. He kissed her neck. The painting was never going to be done. He was too in love with the person he tried
The moment they arrived in London, a call came in. The family lawyer informed them that their brownstone house in Lancaster had burned. The lawyer would contact the insurance company, and an investigation was underway. Declan left the matter to his lawyer's hand. He told them they could not return because they had just arrived and Olivia was not feeling well. They will have to do all interviews and communication through video calls. A few days after that, the news broke. Bodies were found in a family home in Chestnut. A mother and an 8-year-old boy they assume were her son were found in their car. It seemed like they had been dead for a few days. The police were looking for the husband. The scene indicated that the two deceased people had died from asphyxiation, an apparent murder-suicide inside the car. However, the car was already turned off when they found them. Someone was already there and failed to report the incident. Gil Isaac was now a wanted man.
Somewhere in Chestnut lies the body of a mother and son that had yet to be discovered. They had to go on knowing this and not do anything about it. They had to act as if everything was normal and they were leaving for London as scheduled. Their bags were packed for a month's stay, they left their instructions to their employees and gave their house staff a paid leave. Declan leaned on the doorway while Olivia was already waiting in the car. He looked around one last time to see if they had everything they needed. His eyes fell on the Blue Flame. He had bought the piece from Roman early on when he didn't know what it truly meant for any of them. "A blue flame represents many things to many people. It represents illumination and enlightenment. It could mean destruction and renewal, spirituality and also damnation ... it depends on which aspect you can relate to." Roman's voice echoed in his mind. "While blue is a color that presents coolne
Declan ... my love ...If you're reading this ... that means I'm gone ...I have been contemplating this decision for the longest time.Our last meeting convinced me there is no hope for me ever to be together with you again.I don't want to live without you, especially when you love someone else on this earth.God knows I tried to do that, and it's killing me inside. It might as well kill me forever.Damien is such a sweet boy. He doesn't deserve this. He doesn't deserve an unhappy mother who's always bitter and angry because she couldn't be with his father, who has no love for either of us.He doesn't deserve to be in a world where he is not loved and treated like he didn't matter. I couldn't give that to him because I can't convince you to be the father he deserves.So I'm not leaving him behind. He is mine. He is my heart and soul.I promise this won't hurt. Not as much as knowing that you don't love me.I hope you find what you lost wit
The silence was deafening. The clock on the dashboard said 3.30 AM. They had probably been cleaning since 12 AM. She could still smell the blood though she couldn't pinpoint where it originated. She scrubbed herself clean almost to the point where she scratched off the first layer of her skin. But the scent remained. They drove for almost an hour when Declan pulled to a construction site. She took a glance at the sign as they entered the area. It was one of his company's ongoing projects. They were building a factory. Heavy equipment was parked all over the site. The land was dug up in the middle. She started to get the idea of what Declan was planning on doing. "They're scheduled to dump the soil in the morning ... they had done the inspection yesterday. I'll dig a shallow grave, and they'll cover it up with tons and tons of soil in the morning," he sounded confident. She looked at him with an empty stare, still unsure about everything they were doin
"What?" Olivia froze. Her relief was short-lived when she realized it wasn't Roman. Panic sets in almost immediately. "Who the hell is that?" she was reluctant to look closer. The sight of blood on a dead body was not something she wanted to observe. Declan was breathing heavily. He shook his head and stroked his hair. "Get the tarp, Livy ... get some tapes and plastic, whatever we have ... hurry!" She ran down the stairs. She wasn't thinking anymore. She just did what Declan told her. "Oh ... God!" Declan muttered to himself. He rubbed his face with both hands. He was sure it was Roman when he first saw the dark images on the CCTV monitor. He checked the pockets of the dead man in front of him. He took everything he could find from the corpse. Gil was dead. Blood was still leaking out of his wounded head through the soaked cap. Declan would've seen a clearer image through the monitor if he hadn't worn that cap. Or not. His
She was in a haze. Everything was blurry. It was as if her mind was filled with fog, and tears were filling up her eyes. Declan was talking. He held her by the side of her arms. She remembered screaming, and Declan put his hand over her mouth. This was not really happening. The next thing she heard from Declan was, as the fog was getting clear, "We can do this ... you and me ... we'll clean this up, get rid of the body, and no one will know." He nodded profusely as if to get her to agree with him. "I did this for us ... don't you see? He gave me no choice ... I love you, Olivia, this is the only way we can be together peacefully ... he won't leave us alone ... he'll never leave us alone." She pushed his hand off her mouth, "You're crazy ... you'll never get away with this." Her breaths were heavy from the immense pressure of his crime. "You killed him." "You did too ... you think you'll be free of this? I didn't kill him ... we did." The realization o
She woke up in a daze by a beeping sound from the computer. It took a few seconds for her to recall that they had fallen asleep on the floor of his study. Declan was sitting in front of his computer. The look on his face sobered her up. "What's wrong?" she asked as she gathered and put on her clothes. "Sshh ..." he put his index finger to his lips. His eyes were nailed to the monitor as he clicked away with his mouse. "Someone's in the house." Her heart fell to her stomach. "What? What do you mean?" she whispered and hurried to dress. Declan stood abruptly from his chair and switched the light off. She looked at the computer monitor to see what he had been looking at from the CCTV, but it was turned off. "He's upstairs ... he's going to the bedroom," he walked back to his desk and got a key from the drawer. She was numbed by fear. "What are you doing?" He didn't reply, but she immediately knew he was going for his
He said it. It was done. He had severed the tie that bound him with his entire life, his family. But Livy was his family. She had been for more than 15 years. She was the family he chose for himself. He had done more to keep his relationship with Olivia than anything he'd ever done to be a Hunt. Was he an idiot, like his mom said? Maybe. Whatever Olivia did with Roman made him even hungrier to win her back. It was his nature. It was how he strived to be the best in business. It surprised him. The relief he felt after telling his mom. He was free now. No more judgment of who he chose to be his wife, why they had not yet had a child, or what he decided to do with his marriage. His life was finally his own. He couldn't believe he waited that long to do the one thing that could've saved his marriage from the start. He walked into the silence of their home. It was the only thing that mattered from then on. To build back what had collapsed beneath their feet. The woman he
Declan sat in the dining room, waiting for his mom to enter in her fashionably late manner. This time she brought some files with her. Her sumptuous smile subsided when she saw her favorite son looking scruffy and worn out, as if he hadn't showered or eaten in days. "You look like you just crawled out of a cave ... what happened?" she sneered. He stood up and kissed his mother's cheek, "You look lovely as always, Mom. How are you?" "I'm as well as I can be," she sat on the chair next to him and put the files on the table. She turned to him with a concerned look on her face. She touched his arm, "Is there something wrong with your business?" "No ... business is good," he said. She raised a brow and turned away, "It's your home then ... where is your pageant wife, anyway?" Mimi started to look through the papers in front of her. He rubbed his temple. He was not in the mood for his mother's cynical remarks. "Why am I here, Mom?"