Whenever she goes to a party at a house like the Murphy Mansion, she always finds the time to separate herself from Declan's crowd. The place is so big, she was bound to find an area where no one goes to.That night, it was the second-floor balcony facing the vast garden at the back. She could see the reflection of the glittering moonlight on the pond. The stillness of the night somehow settled the turbulence in her mind.The sound of people laughing at Brian's jokes was faintly heard from where she stood with a glass of champagne in her hand. She'd been taking a glass from every corner of the house where they serve it, chugged it down her throat trying to forget what Declan said about having a triplet, and ... Selma Curtis.She felt the hair on her back stood up, the low-cut dress couldn't protect her from the chill breeze. She rubbed her arms and sighed. She didn't want to go back inside now that the news about the triplet had become the party's main discussion or more like the part
He noticed his wife had been quiet throughout the party. She even went missing for a while, even though it's not something new. She has a habit of staying away from the crowd to recharge. She never liked the social setting, not with 'his people' anyways. She feels like she had to transform into someone else when she was among them and it's tiring.He slipped his hand to reach hers in the backseat of their car. She pulled away. That's how he knew her quietness was caused by something he did."What's the matter? You haven't said a word since we left the party."She was looking out the window with one hand on her chin. She shook her head and made a gesture that she didn't want Travis to listen to their conversation.Declan pressed a button and the divider slowly rolled up. But she kept silent."Do you want to talk about it?""I don't know ... do you? You seemed so sure about your plan to have triplets, you didn't even bother to let me in on that plan.""Oh ... that?" he laughed lightly,
Medications, consultations, tests, needles, tubes, transvaginal ultrasounds. She covered her eyes with both hands, she can smell the doctor's office in her mind as she read the procedures she had to go through for an In Vitro Fertilization (IVF) treatment. While Declan only had to jerk off his semen the morning of the egg retrieval. She spent her whole working day researching the topic, looking at other couple's success stories, failed attempts, pros, and cons. She let out a long sigh. Her day's work is stacked on one side of her desk, and more is coming for the next day. She won't be done with them if she stayed up all night in her office until morning comes, and she still hasn't got the answer to her question. Does she want to do the procedure? Once she's on that train, she will have to succeed. Otherwise, it will only be a lot of money, time, effort, and energy she didn't want to waste. It's not a sure thing, the treatment can fail, and then it will have to be repeated, and again
Even though he was determined that they're not friends, nor will they ever be, they make the best of companions. They have the same interest, work in related fields, have a lot of things in common, and were interested in each other enough to listen to what the other has to say. Roman likes to make her laugh, and she loves to laugh. The days following Declan's departure for his business trip, Olivia spends with Roman. Working, primarily, but being with each other became a comfortable regularity. He walked her to her building every morning after buying coffee, they have lunch together every day, and they go out for client surveys together. And it didn't go unnoticed by their employees how their professional partnership had blossomed into the closest of friendships. But there's a deep amorous desire lurking underneath it. The restraint from taking their relationship further was merely because Olivia managed to withstand her urges more than Roman even tried. She ignores his flirtatious
Coming in and out of Ludus was not an awkward thing to do anymore. She didn't need to ask permission to go up to his studio or even his apartment. She followed the sound of music that led her to the painting room. She pushed the door gently and peeked to see him fully immersed in his work. He had his back against her, shirtless, and barefooted. The sight of him made her feel at ease. He was a place she could go to whenever she needed comfort. The way Declan insisted on doing the IVF struck a nerve with her, she thought she had made up her mind about it, but the phone call she just had said otherwise. Everything seemed more complicated when it comes to Declan, but with Roman ... it was simple. He was just there, and he made her feel good. She leaned her head on the doorway admiring him from the back. She realized she didn't have much opportunity to do that. She didn't want him to have the upper hand if he knew just how much she was smitten by him. She cleared he
"No one can know about this." He was willing to accept that ... for now. To be her secret. Something she craved in silence, she thinks about more than anything or anyone else, someone she look forward to seeing every minute of the day. He was someone she calls, she texts, she talks to about everything. He was her listener, advisor, working partner, best friend, companion, boyfriend ... and soon-to-be lover too, at least he hoped that's what their relationship is developing into before she was his to claim. For now ... he's happy with her eyes finding him from across the room, she hid a smile and blushed away from his stares. Whispering sweet nothing only when they were alone. Basically doing anything remotely romantic when there's just the two of them, pretending their relationship was strictly professional in front of everyone else. She jerked away her hand when he held her in public, it always slipped his mind somehow. But it was always followed by a whisper, "I'm
Her vision was a bit blurry when she heard Declan's keys jingling and the front door being locked. She straightened her nightgown and unbend her legs on the sofa. She poured more wine into her empty glass. He said he was coming back by 5 PM, naturally, he arrived at almost 10 PM when she was already half drunk. "Hey, sweetie ... enjoying your wine?" he greeted by the stairs. She forced a smile and tilted her head back on the sofa, "Hey ... yup... since 5 PM," she sipped on her glass. "I'm sorry, I had to stop by at the office to sign some papers, I don't want to do it tomorrow ... you know how it is," he put down his briefcase and walked over to kiss her. He could taste the wine on her lips, and her breath was thick with its smell. "Hmm ... I think I will join you ... is there any left?" She scoffed, "Of course ... you have to open another one, this one's almost finished," she picked up the almost empty bottle on the coffee table. Decl
He was the Captain of that boat. He knew it was sinking slowly but surely. The main factor had always been the absence of a child in their marriage, followed by his moment of weakness. As Captain, he did everything he could to repair the damage he'd done. He even let Olivia start her own business which he began to feel like it wasn't the right decision. She's drifting further away from him, and now she doesn't even want to have children anymore. The boat was sinking faster, he knew he had to put his foot down on this, or otherwise they might as well just kiss their marriage goodbye. They are going to try again whether Olivia likes it or not. She said he couldn't possibly imagine how it feels like to have to live with what he did for the past 8 years. In his defense, she doesn't have the faintest idea of how it feels like to have to live with the guilt of what he'd done. It haunts him from time to time. The memories lingered long after the affair was over. He could still reme
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?"