Victory groggily woke up to the sound of machines beeping loudly next to her. She tentatively opened her eyes and they were instantly flooded by bright lights, causing her to squint. Slowly her eyes adjusted to the brightness and her blurred vision came into focus.
Where am I? She asked herself.
Her green eyes roamed slowly across the small room that she was in, trying to note of her surroundings. White concrete walls, bright flourescent lights and sterile linoleum floors greeted her eyes.
I'm in a hospital room, she realised.
She looked up to her left at the machine that was beeping next to the hospital bed where she lie, it's high-pitched sound reverberating in the small room. Her eyes moved down and followed one of the transparent intravenous line that were connected to a drip next to the machine, leading to the back of her wrist.
It was then that she noticed a familiar mop of dark hair resting on the right hand side of the bed next t
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Things became extremely chaotic for Victory and Arthur as theirwedding day loomed closer. Both of them were only given respite from wedding duties for only one day. And thatwas the day that theyhad returned from the hospital. In the following days, both their mothers had demanded the two of them to attend fittings, rehearsals, food tasting, wine tasting and so many other things that the bride and groom are supposed to approve for the wedding. It is not a surprise to find both of them refusing to attend to any of these nonsense. Nonsense is what they both labelled the various appointments that their mothers had arranged. Victory needed to recover from her miscarriage whileArthur had pleaded he couldn't attend due to work. Both gave free rein to their mothers to decide on whatever they wanted for the wedding. Despite using work as an excuse, truthfully, Arthur did not step into Knight Towers after Victory's mi
My wedding day had felt like the worst day of my life. And most probably it is. It was the day when I decided to leave everything behind, my fiancé, my family, my best friend and the cushy lifestyle that I had. Literally everything that is Victory Sinclair. It is said that most brides would experience some semblance of cold feet right before their wedding. For me, the deathly cold feeling seeped through my bones and oozed through every fibre of my being the day I found out that I had miscarried. Oh, the irony. It was an unplanned pregnancy and with the least likely person in the world. The pregnancy forced us to declare our ill-fated association with each other. Then, we were demanded to host avery public engagement party, creating the illusion that a romantic bond have been formed between us. A bond did exist between the two of us, tying us together in the most mysterious way, a bond that was cr
This is it. Today my bestfriend is marrying my brother and there is nothing I can do about it. At this juncture, all I want is to make sure that this wedding goes well so that she and Arthur will have their happily ever after. Surprised? I must confess, my feelings today are quite contrary compared to what it was before. Just a month and a half ago, I had punched my brother in the face. Heck, if I could kill him, I would have, back then. Arthur had abused my trust, despite knowing full well that I love her. I have waited for her to love me back for eight long years. Victory is my first love and she is unlike any girl I have ever met before. She has never tried make herself prettier over some guy, she's never tried to make herself look dumb just to appease a man's ego, she's always game for new adventures, she'd never judge you based on your looks, social status or money. Basically, she would accept you as
I didn't know it then but my bride did not plan on attending our wedding. Yes, you read that correctly. Our wedding was like an appointment that she stood up. As per our wedding rehearsal, the bridal procession arrived at the altar before Victory did. Everyone was asked to wait for one minute before the bride would walk in, so that we would be immersed in the beautiful song that was chosen as our wedding march. As the tunes played, my eyes roamed to survey the beautiful hall that we were going to be married in. Impressively tall arches, marble columns, nave ceiling and colourful lights streaming from stained arched windows greeted me. Wearing a custom dark grey Armani suit, I stood erect in front of everyone who is important to me and my family. My chest puffed and pride gleamed from my eyes, knowing that in an hour, I will leave this cathedral with my wife in tow. If only I knew. Sixty seconds had passed. From wh
Victory's body was shaking with rage as she slammed the door of Arthur's apartment, the door almost falling off its hinges. Her heart was pounding wildly and her head was spinning so hard, her mind refusing to register what had just happened. Her body was shaking so much, she couldn't even stand properly in front of the elevators. Her fingers trembled as she furiously tapped on her phone, booking a car that will take her as far awayas she could from Arthur Knight. Breathe, she reminded herself. Pull yourself together and just inhale. She screwed her eyes shut and forced herself to take in long deep breaths to calm her nerves. She finally got to see the other side of Arthur, the side that he had carefully hidden from her. She knew that he had a callous persona, his reputation preceded himself. His business would not be successful if he wasn't and for the past few months, he had carefully contained the ruthless side of him whenever he
Arthur leaned back into the leather carseat of his dark grey BMW with a deep sighas his eyes scrolled the paper that he was holding in his right hand. A frown had wrinkled his otherwise smooth forehead and the muscle under his jaw was ticking in annoyance. Just like every other morning since the past two months, Gerald was driving him to court. Due to his wedding day fiasco, his company had been slapped by numerous lawsuits and today is no different. Every single day he would start the day in court and once that is done,in the afternoon he would be burrowed in his office with a team of lawyers trying to sort out the details and defence strategy for the next case. One bloody court case after another. His heart clenched painfully as he was reminded by the cause of his problems and a sneer unconsciously appeared on his lips. Swiftly pushing thoughts of his ex-fiancé aside, he shifted his focus to the details of today's court case.
Victory looked up from the brochure that she was reading to stare up at the rustic antiquated building in front of her. Heaving a deep sigh and with a resigned look on her face, she told herself sternly. Okay, I can do this. This isgoing to be my home for the next six months. The International Culinary Arts School Lucerne Campus is housed in a former hotel which was built in the 1900s. The four-story frescoed building stood on the picturesque shores of Lake Lucerne, a majestic irregular lake overlooking two mountain of the Swiss Alps, MountPilatus and Mount Rigi. The turquoise waters gleamed proudly under the morning light, sparkling as sunlight bounced from ripples on the water's surface, brought on bythe morning breeze. The campus is made up of two buildings, The Union and the Lime Light building and it appears that she will be spending a lot of time in both structures, as both buildings housed the students' classes and residency.
It has been two months since Victory Sinclair has disappeared from the face of the earth. Well, technically that is not true because she is still very much alive and kicking. The fact is, the billionaire heiress has simply disappeared from the New York scene only to reappear in the picturesque city of Lucerne, Switzerland. Since the wedding fiasco, Victory had left everything behind in New York and chosen to live her life as a student in Europe. Her mind wandered to Liana, the dark-haired, hazel eyed, petite Italian whom she seems to have formed an attachment to.Over the past few weeks, both she and Liana have settled into a comfortable schedule together. On weekdays, they would have breakfast, amble to class, grab lunch or dinner and then return to the room that they share. While on weekends, they would roam the quaint city of Lucerne and try to explore any hidden gems in the city. Despite being caught red