Jason"She is fine, right?" I asked, holding her hands in mine, staring at her pale face, eyes closed as if she were in a deep sleep. The sound of her breathing was the only thing that kept me grounded at that moment, reassuring me that she was still with me."Mr. Grey, she is fine," the doctor reassured me, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. "She just needs some rest and time to recover." I exhaled in relief, grateful for the doctor's words."But why did she collapse like that?" I inquired, feeling a knot of worry tightening in my chest.The doctor hesitated before responding, "It could be due to stress or exhaustion, but we will run some tests to be sure."I sighed and nodded, feeling a mix of relief and concern wash over me. As I watched her sleep peacefully, I vowed to do whatever it took to ensure she never had to go through something like this again. The stress of her dad's death was taking a toll on her, and I knew I needed to prioritize her well-being moving forward."J
KieraI stood in front of the casket, filled with a sense of loss and longing.Memories flooded my mind as I said my final goodbye to my dad.I don't know if he was a good man or not; I don't know if he was the criminal that everyone claimed him to be. I don't even know if he truly loved me. But he was the person who made me feel loved when I was all alone, broken, and lost.When all my hope was gone, he was the one who showed me kindness and compassion. He stood by my side when I was alone; he gave me a shoulder to cry on when no one else did. I will always be grateful for his presence in my life. Whatever little time I had with him was truly a blessing.I close my eyes as I put my hand over my heart, feeling the warmth of his memory."You know, you're a blessing to my life, a blessing that you tried to hide from me for eighteen years." I heard his voice in my mind as I remembered the impact he had on me. His words brought tears to my eyes, knowing that his kindness was always there,
“Mom see, I brought a lot of groceries,” I said, placing a big sack full of veggies, meat, eggs, toiletries, and everything that was necessary for us to survive for a whole week. The last few days have been hard; we barely had enough to fill ourselves, and after Dad's accident, Mom totally scattered. She still tries her best, but I can see how broken and hurt she was after that day. Her smile and the cheerful, bubbly attitude of my mother somehow faded away, and there has been a 180-degree change in her personality. I don’t like seeing her scattered but, no matter how much I try, I can't help her. It's been difficult for me to witness the toll that Dad's accident has taken on my mother. Despite her efforts, it's clear that she is struggling to cope with the emotional and physical aftermath. I wish there was more I could do to support her during this challenging time. “Jason,” Mom called, with her voice sounding weaker than usual. “Come sit beside me,” she said, patting the empty spa
Things don't always go as planned in life, and while that may sound like a quote, it's the reality of my life. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that my life would take such an unexpected turn, forcing me to sacrifice my desires for the sake of my father. Everything was perfect. Now it feels as if someone is waking me up from a strange fantasy, presenting me with a truth that is totally different from my perception. And the person sitting next to me is the root of all this chaos. The reason for ruining our lives, the reason for my father's sadness, and the devil who somehow found the very right time to ruin our lives at our most vulnerable moment, crushing our livelihood without giving us a chance to stand. And that person is Jason Gray, a man of immense power and a cruel heart. The same person to whom I'm legally bound as his lawfully or more forcefully wedded wife, despite the fact that we have shared no vows, promises, or love for each other. And, as much as I would like
“What the hell are you doing here,” I asked, the guy who was standing in front of me and staring at me head to toe like a hungry beast waiting for his meal. His intense gaze made me feel uneasy as if he could see right through me. The air grew thick with tension, leaving me wondering what his intentions were for being here.“It’s my house, and I can come and go wherever I want,” he said as he stood next to the sink to wash his hands. I watched him closely, trying to gauge his true intentions. His nonchalant response only fueled my curiosity further. As he dried his hands, a sly smile played on his lips, leaving me even more unsettled.I didn’t want my husband to see me like this with my body completely bare, so I turned my back, not giving any attention to him, and immediately covered my body with a towel nearer my range.“Don’t you have any manners?_____ How can you enter my bathroom without knocking?” I heard him chuckle at my question without giving it any consideration.And before
What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m so mad at myself right now because of what I let happen in the bathroom. How foolish can I be? I know Jason hates me and is using his charms against me to make things worse for me. But what I did, aside from stopping him, was let him go on, losing my sanity and indulging him. Darn, you, Kiera? “Keira controls yourself and never repeats the same mistake twice,” I repeated the words in my head, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I took deep breaths, trying to calm my senses. I’m mad not only because I allowed Jason to kiss me but also because I cherished every moment of us being like that, being kissed passionately and adroitly by him. With Jason’s arms draped around my waist, his chest pressed upon my body, with our hearts synchronizing together in rhythm, humming a song of their own. ‘It was just a kiss, just a kiss, and nothing else.’ I chanted the words in my head, hoping that it would help me forget the events earlier. Splashing cold wate
I never thought that Kiera would be so kind and caring to Aria and watch her concern for Aria. The way she cradles Aria in her arms, singing for her and caressing her with loving warmth in her appearance, is truly heartwarming. Because, once I thought that Kiera’s kindness made me forget that she’s the same daughter that I hate and that I married, only to see her father suffer. And Aria, whom I couldn’t soothe or prevent the tears from streaming from her eyes, Kiera did in a few minutes. Aria is the only family I have left, and my heart bleeds to see Aria in pain. Not because the sight of suffering makes me suffer, but because I couldn’t do anything to make her pain go away. The same old question continues in my mind: whenever I see Aria like this, thinking how cruel a human can be? For hurting someone so small and charming, someone who couldn’t even describe the pain she feels in words, someone so young as Aria. And I’m so ashamed that the reason for her suffering is none other t
Days passed of me living here in Jason’s house as his wife, and nothing changed. Jason hates me and ignores me as much as he can. The one time I can see him is when I’m Aria or when we run into each other in our own way by default. The thing is, even after living with each other under the same roof for so many days, we are still strangers. Jason doesn’t come or sleep in his bedroom because of me. Jason even moved his things into the bedrooms across from Aria, and his, only to stay away from me. Why does he hate me so much that he can’t even stay near to me? And if staying away is what he wanted, then why does he marry me? All this question is giving me a headache only by thinking about it. Darn you, Jason Gray, I hate you. Aria is the only person who makes me feel alive here, even though she can only say a word, that’s ‘Daddy.’ But if I want to chat or share my thoughts with someone, I have Mrs. Clinton, who is the most cheerful person in this household, with whom I can share my tho