"Look," he said at the theatre.He was pointing to something behind her back. She looked over her shoulder, there was nothing."What?" she was confused.He had a piece of paper between his fingers, and he held it close to her face."What's that?" she creased her brows.He smiled and tucked the paper in her shirt pocket."What is that?"She took it out and opened the folded paper, it was his name 'ROMAN' followed by a set of numbers. Her heart sank, another reminder their time together will soon be over."I know you probably won't call it ... but at least keep it? Just in case you change your mind?" he tried to sound casual."I don't even know your last name," she put the paper back in her pocket.He laughed, "Let's not get into what we know about each other ... there's close to nothing ... it's ridiculous."Yet how they felt for each other didn't feel ridiculous at all. She fell silent and rested her head on his chest. He was right, she probably will never call that number, there was
It was a lazy Sunday in Lancaster, traffic was easy. She arrived within 20 minutes at her brownstone house in the elite urban area of the busy city. It was the house they bought a few years after they were married and thought they were going to start a family there.It was close to the commercial area where Declan goes to work every day. It was family friendly because there were schools, and grocery stores a few blocks away, and a hospital within 5 minutes' driving distance.She climbed up the ladder to the front door, it was opened from the inside."Alma ... you're here?"She was surprised her cleaning lady was working on a Sunday."Welcome home, Mr. Hunt asked me to come in and prepared for your return.""Oh, of course, I'm sorry to disturb your Sunday ... I'm alright, really, I can manage."Travis was unloading the trunk on the pavement."It's no trouble, let me help you with your luggage, where do you want them?""My bedroom, please, just put them there I'll unpack them myself ...
The first time he saw his future wife was the time she set foot on the beauty pageant his company had sponsored. Olivia Harmon was 22 years old, she was a model, freshly graduated from University where she studied Interior Design.Her confidence radiates through her wide smile, she was smart and witty from the way she answered the questions that were directed at her. Even from a very young age, she has a distinct elegance about her, the way she carried herself was very graceful and it caught his attention.He was one of the most eligible bachelors in Lancaster at the time, his face was frequently posted in Lifestyle magazines as one of the most influential people under 30 in the business industry. His family owns one of the biggest diamond companies and he was appointed to lead one of their affiliate companies at the age of 28.It didn't take long for him to get smitten by the stunning beauty. She was funny, they were compatible intellectually, and she wasn't intimidated by his reputa
Surviving is probably the word she would use to describe her marriage.It wasn't a secret, people talk. The woman Declan was having an affair with was one of his employees. She was a high-rank manager in one of the companies he owns. A married woman too, it was convenient for them to have something on the side without the other person demanding more from that relationship. That's how it went on for 2 years.All the symptoms were there. Late night meetings, more frequent business trips, secret conversations on the phone, hidden text messages, he would be chatting for hours at dinner time and told her it was an urgent work matter he had to deal with. He wouldn't look her in the eyes when he told her about these things. Deep down she knew he wasn't truthful.But she had her own demon to deal with. Depression was lurking in the quietness of her mind, and not being able to get pregnant took its toll on her. She felt lost as if her marriage was aimless. Her life was purposeless. She lived d
She woke up to the warmth of his breath on her neck. He nibbled in her ear and his hand was rubbing her belly from behind."Wake up birthday girl ... it's your big day today," Declan whispered in her ear.She smiled with her eyes still closed, "Oh God ... it's today?"He laughed softly, she's been dreading her 40th birthday for months. The big 4-O was like an official number for women that puts them in a different category."How are you feeling? It's gonna be a big day, I was too excited to sleep last night," he had prepared something very special for his wife. Her birthday was their wedding anniversary so they will be celebrating their 15th year of marriage as well.She sighed deeply, "I feel old," she laughed."Honey ... whenever you feel that way, remember that I will always be 6 years ahead of you," he kissed her neck and slowly slid down her panty from under the blanket."Let's start the day with something nice," he turned her face to kiss him.His hand was under her nightgown ca
"Do I look alright? How's my tie?" Declan asked in the car before stepping out in front of the venue."You look fine, here ..." she fixed his tuxedo collar and they were set to go.They walked into the venue with her arms looped around his. Some of the guests were already there. Declan had booked The King's Table for the night to entertain close to 60 guests. It was an upscale restaurant in the commercial district of Lancaster.He had arranged for the place to be closed to the public almost two months in advance. The King's Table was not an easy place to get into, and only those who are well connected and with excellent credentials can make such a booking.Declan has impeccable taste in everything. It was a lifestyle he was accustomed to since he was born in it. His taste for luxury rubs on her when she started dating him. The dress she was wearing was one of the results.She was wearing a long sleeve mermaid tail dress with Sabrina neckline, off-white with dark blue intricate embroid
Her blood curled when she heard it. She was unable to process the situation. The conversation around her sounded like a murmur.Roman stretched his arm to shake her husband's hand."What a fine young man, I would never have guessed ... you surely got your mother's gene," Declan said to tease Brian."Nice to finally meet you, Mr. Hunt," he replied."Likewise, please, call me Declan ... and this is my wife, Olivia."Her pulse increased rapidly, her mind was foggy as she reached to shake his hand. She noticed he had an earring on his left earlobe, something that wasn't there when they first met. He looked different, but the same. It was surreal. But one thing was for sure, he didn't look surprised to see her."Delighted to meet you, Mrs. Hunt ... happy birthday, by the way, and congratulations on your wedding anniversary," he said without taking his eyes off of her."Thank you," she pulled her hand back. Did he know this was going to happen? Did he know who she was prior to that night?"
"Brian is so excited about his son's gallery opening," Declan said at the breakfast table. "The prodigal son had returned," he chuckled.Olivia took a sip of her hot coffee, "How do you mean?""He left home before he was 18 to do his own thing ... well, obviously, art and photography is not the kind of thing Brian Murphy would encourage his sons to pursue ... he has too many companies for them to run, but then again ... not everyone wants to run companies like a workhorse."She bites on her croissant, "And now he's back to work for his dad?"Declan creased her brows, "No, he came back to prove his dad wrong, I guess, he's opening his own gallery, he's made a name for himself abroad ... he's been a working artist these past few years and Brian is actually very proud of him ... he put quite an investment on his gallery and artwork which his son insists on paying him back," he chuckled. "Which reminds me, I think it's a great idea to collaborate with him for your studio as well ... I mea
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?"