All Chapters of Sacrificed My Kidney for a Cheat: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

This time I had a really scary and upsetting dream that I had last night. It was an odd feeling to step back into the small, friendly café where Theo and I chatted. It was a pleasant smell of baking and there was the smell of fresh pastries in the air and the hue of the sunlight cast on the furniture. With a grin on his face and a red heart-shaped cake on his hands, Theo arrived. He walked over to me, his eyes were warm and I could feel that he was genuinely fond of me, way back I used to blush when he looked into my eyes.Upon bringing the cake, he said, “Varya, I made this for you.” I still recall the dream as being rather realistic; I could easily feel and almost even taste the sweetness that was in the air. But even a dream and a happy bunny were not enough for the subconscious to forget that the man was a traitor, a liar, and a pain in the neck.I opened my eyes wide and I already had a heartbeat that said ‘I am awake!’ And the fleeting emotion of the dream stayed with m

The company had a night party this weekend, generally a fancy event that is organized by the company to mark the accomplishment of a large project that has been executed.The setting was a grand hotel’s banquet hall, the light of crystal lamps hung from the ceilings, and beautiful furniture. When I alighted from the car, the flashes of cameras immediately lit up as the media crew was ever so ready to cover the event.Next to Kylo, I had some anxiety but at the same time excitement. He was as usual calm and looked very confident; this provided him with equal authority among the others. I, however, had the feeling of being rather out of place wearing my elegant gown as I struggled to wear a better grace as the occasion set in.Choosing a ballroom, there was the noise of conversations with laughter sounding in the background. I was able to identify some of the officials from the office and VIPs from the business circles. It was a climax that could be outdone only by high-society parties

He didn't answer, turning instead to the stove where I had been cooking. "What are you making?""Dinner," I replied, feeling the tension slowly dissipate. "Chicken Alfredo."He nodded his head just slightly, and there was a small twinkle in his eye as if he wanted to smile but restrained himself."Smells good. "“Oh, I see,” I replied, then I faced back to the stove and started stirring. “I hope you like it.”Making ourselves comfortable on the sofas, I was especially curious about what was going on in Kylo’s head. His lack of interest was protection, one that I was getting used to, but there were instances, such as this, where I saw a glimpse of something else.That evening there was no loud laughter, the dinner was served in silence. Cassandra had gone to her room and was still evidently angry when she came down Kylo and I ate almost in silence. The nature of our relationship, though, changed and I could not define in what way exactly.Since it was evening then, I thought it was bes

It was a normal day as anyone would have ever wished it to be. I got to the office with numerous things that I had to do running through my mind. This had been a tense week and today did not look any different from the rest of the week.I walked to the desk and noticed that my fellow workers were muttering behind my back and looking at me with odd glances. Office gossip used to be common in the office; however, this time, it felt somewhat off. It was so intense with such a different twist around it that I felt uncomfortable when I observed it.I got comfortable in my chair and started going through my mail when the mumble of Cassandra’s voice in the corridor could not be missed. She was the new face for the photo shoot for our company’s series of new clothes, and this seemed to make her happy with the focus she was receiving.She spoke confidently with a rather resounding but cheerful tone that gave me a hint of the raging disdain that she had for me.Just when I got fully engaged, th

I just came out from taking breakfast in the kitchen to my room, I heard a crash. In trying to find out what had broken, that’s when I headed towards the living room and started feeling sick to my stomach.But there she was standing right in the middle of shards of ceramic from the small antique vase that father had given to me when I was little. The satisfaction on her face was enough to tell me everything I needed to know.“What have you done?” I whispered those words in a shaking tone fear and anger welling up inside me.Cassandra just rolled her eyes and said, "Whatever," with a most conceited look on her face. “Oh, that old thing? it was a mistake besides, It was just taking up space.”Tears clouded my vision as I knelt down to try and pick up the pieces I bet I could barely even see. And that vase was one of the very few items I had from my father, or for that matter anything that belonged to my family. It was officially given to me when I had turned eight, he had said that it w