I flick my eyes from my plate to my dad. I have half eaten my food. I don't have the courage to start the topic again. But I just can't sit here and let this happen. He knows. I'm not strong enough to fall in love again. I won't find love. It's becoming fussy.
Batting my lashes, I look at my father. He's eating his meal, only the sound of cutlery echoes in the dining room.
"Dad!" I start. I want his full attention. A little part of me is positive, just a little.
He holds out his index finger. His gaze is down at the plate as he cuts through the streak, "Finish your food, princess. You should eat properly. Every bride wants to look beautiful on her wedding day, " His gaze is still resting on his food.
That's f***** crazy!
"I don't want this, Dad. Mom would have understood me better than you," I snap regretting. I can't take my words back.
"True! Your mom isn't here. I'm your father. I will try to give you everything." His eyes lifted, making me feel more embarrassed. Yeap! I'm the spoiled kid of my father. I feel sadness flashing in his eyes as dad pulls his guards down. I'm a horrible daughter but I don't know him, most important! I don't love him.
I push the plate away in an aggravating way. I don't look back at my father as I draw myself on my feet and whirl to leave the room.
"Sarah!" I pause in my footsteps but I don't turn to look at him, " I'm getting old. I want someone to love you when the time comes. I won't be part of your life. You have a long life ahead of you. "
"I'm enough for myself," I mutter.
"No. You're Not. " My breathing is shallow, "You can say no." My lips begin to curl up, "Over my death." He finishes his sentence calmly and returns to his food.
His words are piercing like a knife, leaving a deep cut on my heart. Tears start to burn in my eyes. I take the stairs, first, my pace is slow, then I rush away from my room, to near that room my mother used to spend time with me.
I yank the door open and my weepy eyes rest on my mother's pictures. I'm still clenching the doorknob. I walk into the room and sit on the edge of the old bed. The old things of my mother are shifted to this room. Dad rarely comes here.
I keep looking at her picture until my eyes turn heavy with sleep.
GHOST
His feet are lighter than air as he strides toward her, making no noise, not even by mistake. His feet aren't touching the floor. He's floating in the air, just an inch above.
A ghostly smile plays on his handsome face as he glances down at her, sleeping in an awkward way. His eyes are still roaming on her body, looking for a sign of injury.
Fury burns in his eyes as he recalls her surroundings with the fire. His suit is so dark that he easily bends in the dark.
He shoves one hand out of his pocket. He looks like the most gorgeous man. But he's something else. Everyone is scared of him.
He wants to touch her. But he doesn't. His anger makes the earth shake a bit. He focuses on her calm face. He couldn't gain that calmness. He's burning in vengeance. He's waiting for the right time to come. He couldn't change. What has already been decided?
He raises his finger in the air. Her body begins to move with his finger's motion. He lifts her body in the air and reclines her head down on the fluffy pillow.
She doesn't move and continues to sleep calmly.
With another swipe of his finger, a blanket covers her body. His feet carry him closer to her. His face blanks as he bends down.
He can hear her soft breathing, her blood pumping heart - A heart that is filled with love for him.
"Soon! You're going to be......." He smirks, stopping mid-sentence, "You are not mine, baby. " His smile doesn't disappear. Indeed, it deepens.
She's still sleeping as nothing is happening around her. He stares at her before settling himself in the chair near the desk.
Only looking at her!
His hands tighten into fists as his eyes flash fire.
I open my eyes and my mother's smiling face comes into view. I cover my mouth with my hand as I yawn. I straighten my back jerkily. Wasn't I sitting on the edge of the bed? Dad never comes into this room, not at least in front of me. A smile appears on my face. It fades as soon as I recall our last night negotiation. I climb down the bed and run to my room barefoot. I push the door and walk over to the nightstand and grip the photo frame with both hands. I look at his smiling face, his dark blue eyes. I feel a swift of air around me. I smile, forgetting all my problems. This is the time of the day I enjoy the air around me. It will look insanity to the watcher but I don't care. He has gone far away in the sky but I can feel h
. I took a nap in the car while returning home from the orphanage. I didn't see it at first but there were only a few pounds donated by my father. It is an unsettling feeling. I didn't pay attention to business. In reality, I've spent the last three years in my room, caging myself. It feels cumbersome to deal with the world outside of the walls of my house. When Ben pulls the car over. I pause, staring out in the front garden, "I don't know there's a party." I say as I open the door and put my right feet out first. I look at Ben, "Do you know about it?" I ask Ben. His smile answers me, "Mr Green wants to surprise you." I nod my head and climb out of the car. I close the door behind me. My gaze rests on him directly. His deep blue eyes!
I climb down the stairs, wearing a black long dress, my hair straight and down. I keep my gaze on my father. though I want to smile. Dad smiles at me. He stands near the last step. I smile, but it falters when I see Luce walking toward my father. He mutters something. Dad leans in to hear him. He's taller than my father. With a nod of my head, dad walks toward the courtyard. I fasten my steps and look at him with a frown, "What have you told him?" I stare at him. He smiles softly and roams his gaze on my dress. His hands shoved in his pockets, "It seems a ploy for attention," He accuses. I blink in disbelief. I put my step on the last stair. I glare at him in his eyes. I push my emotions away, "What did you say?" &nbs
I could sleep. I keep on curving on my back most of the night. I close my eyes. But it also couldn't help. Exasperation! I sit up and drift my gaze around. The electric and fashionable lamps are spreading dim light in the room. This house also belongs to him. In my sorrow, I forget. Dad may need me. I have brought this upon me. I can't blame anyone. I pick his picture and run my thumb on it, "Will you forgive me?" I pause, looking down, "Try to. If you couldn't. I'm prepared for punishment." Tears pool in my eyes. Pure annoyance flashes on my face when I look at the ring, "Luce is handsome. So gorgeous. Um, every girl's dream. But he's not my dream. You're my dream." I smile looking down at his picture. I feel hurt, saying it aloud. I don't know. Why? I don't even kno
I peer at my father, seeping his words into my mind. "You should pack your luggage. Edward doesn't like to be late. Though he owns a private jet." My dad continues to beam on his every word. I roll my eyes. I'm happy to see him happy. I would be more glad if he talks about someone else. "I don't wanna go on a business trip with him," I say, controlling my resentment as dad is praising him nonstop. "Why?" He slowly says, looking at me. A little frown appears on his forehead. "Why do you look so shocked, Dad?" I ask, flashing a full smile, "You never forced me before," I sigh, joining my hands in my lap. "I will never force you, princess. You'll comprehend when I... " I cut him off. "Don't say it. You have already said a lot." I almost chided hi
I look around the Gulfstream G650ER business jet. This man is crazy. He has owned it. I have never travelled out of London in the last three years. There was only a tour with my friends in business class, never a private jet. Though I can afford it, I wanted to fit in with Louis's lifestyle. "A luxury business jet with all modern facilities," I mutter to myself. "My business clients are also joining me," He says. I arch my brows at him, "You already have a company to keep you busy." And I'm going to be bored. It's not as I'm hoping he will entertain me. "There must be a room," I asked him. He motions with his index finger at my back, "You can rest after take off." He says. I shrug my shoulders and
I swallow, looking at the king-size bed, covered with pearl white sheets. I feel him coming behind me, "I'm not sharing a room with you." I say, wandering my gaze around. My gaze halts on the painting of the castle and the lone angel with white wings is flying in the sky. "It's our room," He says, "We're still unmarried." He arches his brows, his expressions are guarded, "You're my wife." He looks back at the painting. My heart begins to race hearing his calm voice, "I won't be available. So our room is yours." "Thanks," I sat on the sofa and bent slightly to remove my snickers, "I'm tired." I look at him from under my lashes. "There are guards outside if you wanna go out, feeling hungry. Use the intercom." He says, pointing at the nightstand.&nbs
I blink my eyes several times as it begins to adjust in the dark. Another blink, I wasn't in the dark. The garden seems familiar to me. The confusion clears when I see some known places. It's the garden area of our high school. A smile appears as I feel excitement rushing through me. I start to walk toward a known path. I hear my own laugh, louder than my imagination. "Baby, you can't escape. I need my notebook back, " My heartbeat races as his merry voice pours in my ears. I stop, puzzled. My eyes begin to roam around finding only one particular face. My laughter echoes again. At that time, I felt a shiver running down my spine. I couldn't catch myself as I wasn't laughing. 
My feelings for Luce have grown. I'm used to him being around me, something reminding me constantly of him. I don't get mad at him. My rage is mostly for myself. I wanna erase the fondness in my heart that he's creating without my permission. I am scared to love again. I'm scared to lose again. "We are home," Uncle announces, smiling at me. I look out of the window. I smile, hoping to feel myself like before. When I can open and close my eyes without fear. Where I'm not frightened of taking another step. I smile finding my dad with his files, laptop. He's looking a little perplexed, "Dad," I say, softly. Dad looks up at me. His tense face erupts into a full smile, "My princess," He pushes the files away, getting on his feet. He opens his arm. My eyes glisten with tears. It feels like
The moonlight reflects the road as I stare out of the small window. I need to talk to my father. I'm not going to wait for the morning. I couldn't help but steal glances at my husband. He's sleeping and calm. He looks handsome while sleeping too. I had booked a cab from his number. Mentioning his wife. I'm waiting for the message. Yes! I'm taking his cell phone with me and leaving mine. In case, he needs to make a call. A smile tugs at my lips, he's going to hate me. I'm going to see his stern look. I let out a long breath and rolled my shoulders. His phone vibrated in my hand. I swipe and look at the awaited message. I grabbed his warm coat as I didn't bring anything with me. I head to the door. I glance back at him. These feelings! I thin my lips and open the door.
I clear my throat. Lisa is constantly looking at him. Lisa wants a party. So he offered dinner at our favourite restaurant. "He's da** da** s***!" Lisa mutters in my ear, leaning closer. I glance at him through the corners of my eyes, His angelic face is glowing under the light, his muscular body is draped in a white shirt. He's more than handsome. "Can you eat? So we could go home." I ask her. She looks at me and shrugs her shoulders. Her eyes halted at him, "Where are you staying, Luce?" I coughed as I heard her seductive voice. My big eyes turn to them. I kick her foot. Smirking at me, she shrugs her shoulders again. &nbs
I lay on the couch. It's noon. I have an entire day ahead of me. I haven't seen anything gruesome after leaving his house. I believe it's all related to his haunted house. I wanna go and confront my father. Lisa is right, I shouldn't do anything in anger and frustration. I close my eyes. Instead of dark, I find myself in Luce's room. I try to move, get up from the bed. My body feels like glue to bed. Dread grips me. I try to lift my hand. I feel helpless. Tears prickle in my eyes, but it feels dry to me. A figure walks toward me. I hold my breath though, I'm not able to do anything. It is only my eyes that can move. I focus my eyes on his face. My eyes would have bulged out if I could have moved. Louis walks
Her house is simple, clean and cozy. More than half of her house is turned into a store. I can see sketches from distances. It's beautiful. She has earned everything with hard work. I avoid looking at the mirror wall. My feelings regarding Luce are messed up. But I can't deny, I'm missing him being around me even though we don't talk much. "This is your room," Lisa told me, pushing open the door. I let out a long breath, giving attention to her. The room is big, a comfortable bed, a single couch, a television screen mounted over the wall in front of it, light blue curtains and bedsheets. It's simple but beautiful like her apartment. I embrace her. I want to cry. But I hold back my tears, but my sight turns blurry. She hugs
Twenty days! To our wedding! I'll get a lot of opportunities to get to know him. He could spend these days attending meetings and conferences etcetera etcetera. I do not know. I'll be back in London and he'll absorb himself in his business. So I'm not seeing him anymore. He's bound to the wedding, because of business. I'm bound to save my father and hundreds of workers' livelihood. The thought of leaving this place makes me feel uneasy. I shouldn't be. This house is haunted. I'm having nightmares with open eyes. I glance at the clock. It's dinner time. I lift my hand to rap on the door of his office. I pushed it to open when I saw it was already cracked open. My gaze rests on the mirror wall. I saw Luce's reflection. He isn't alone. I should come
I put the curler down and look at myself. The lack of sleep could be seen on my face, eyes looking lazy, skin pale. The dark circles are forming under my eyes. I move to the window. A fresh breeze blows over me, I close my eyes, sucking in a breath as I have never breathed before. The sun shines down on me. I can feel the heat over my skin. The air suddenly feels like it's disappearing. Making it difficult for me to breathe. I snap my eyes open. My eyes widened. I stumbled back and hit my arse hard on rough ground. The sky above me turns burning red. But there's no sign of smoke around me. Panicked! I look around to see if it exists. My breathing turns shallow as all I can see is only red. I couldn't ponder as dread made me paralyzed. It's beyond horror. My heart is pounding in my chest. I push myself up. My hands are cov
The warm air wipes my cheeks, making my hair wave. I smile, looking at the setting sun. The sky is a beautiful color of orange and red shade. "It's beautiful, baby." My heart leaps with happiness seeing him at my side. "Louis," I spin and cup his face, "I can touch you," I look into his deep blue eyes. I always find love in them for me. But it seems to me full of darkness today. My smile falters. "Of course!" He chuckles, cupping my hand over his cheek, "We're far from the past. It's a new world. My world," His voice changes, heavy and crude. I blinked looking at him with confusion, "I didn't understand." I say, pulling my hands away. He grasps my hand. His smirk turns evil and dark. His deep blue e
The night sky is clear and full of stars. The door cracks open. I don't look back and move away from the window. "My parents are coming tomorrow," He says, making me jump on my heels. I shoot my gaze at the door. Which was closed. Luce is standing behind me, "They were coming this weekend." I say. "Some changes in the plans," he says, shoving his hands in his pockets. I flinch and stare at him, "You just can't change your plans," I thin my lips. He looks at me. "You're pathetic." I snap when he doesn't say anything. "Your dress will arrive in the morning. We're going out for breakfast with them," He says, calmly.