I stood in the doorway, her heart sinking as she took in the all-too-familiar scene before her. Her mother, Sandra, sat slouched on the couch, a glass of Brandy in her hand, her speech slurred, and her eyes bloodshot. It was a sight that I had witnessed far too many times.Anger welled up within me, mixed with sadness and frustration. She couldn't bear to see her mother like this again, destroying herself with alcohol. Tears streamed down I's face as she rushed towards Sandra, wrapping her arms around her in a desperate attempt to provide comfort."Why, Mom? Why are you doing this to yourself?" I sobbed, my voice filled with anguish. "You can't keep going on like this. It's tearing me apart to see you like this."Sandra's gaze met I's, and for a moment, there was a flicker of remorse in her eyes. She let out a heavy sigh before finally speaking, her voice laced with defeat. "I... I just got fired. I lost my job today. Everything is falling apart, and I don't know what to do."My grip
The driver parked the Ferrari and Taylor came out of the car. He went into the luxurious hospital building, which was owned by his Aunty. Why did he have to see her? He was going to teach her a lesson. He was going to put her in her place. He was going to tell her that she had made a big mistake by coming in contact with him.He was directed into Alicia's ward by one of the nurses. Taylor's heart pounded with a mix of anger and frustration as he stared at the girl his car had hit. Alicia lay on the hospital bed, her face turned away from him, her body battered and bruised. The room was filled with an uncomfortable silence, broken only by the rhythmic beeping of the machines monitoring her vital signs.Summoning all the sarcasm he could muster, Taylor called out her name. "Alicia," he said with a bitter edge to his voice, "I hope you're enjoying all this attention."Alicia managed to turn her head towards him, wincing in pain. Her eyes held a mixture of confusion and pain. "Who... who
Taylor's private office was a statement in architectural drama. High ceilings, marble floors, a window that was a wall of glass, in front of which a large slab of gray marble rested on legs of forged steel. As he moved across to it, the pale sunlight of a winter morning shot shards of cold steel through his black hair and added a sharpened cast to his lean dark profile that spoke of his ruthless and cold-hearted personality. Stepping around the edges of the slab of marble, he slammed the newspaper down on its smooth gray top. It unfurled on impact, showing him the inner-page headline that his personal assistant helpfully presented to him. It was Marcus' job to scour the world's newspapers, his job to mark those items he believed would be of interest to the acting head of the Schultz International Company. But Marcus would not be making the same mistake again very quickly, Taylor mused as he glared at the train for all of his anger. His car had run into a lady, causing her a fatal
The driver parked the Ferrari and Taylor came out of the car. He went into the luxurious hospital building, which was owned by his Aunty. Why did he have to see her? He was going to teach her a lesson. He was going to put her in her place. He was going to tell her that she had made a big mistake by coming in contact with him.He was directed into Alicia's ward by one of the nurses. Taylor's heart pounded with a mix of anger and frustration as he stared at the girl his car had hit. Alicia lay on the hospital bed, her face turned away from him, her body battered and bruised. The room was filled with an uncomfortable silence, broken only by the rhythmic beeping of the machines monitoring her vital signs.Summoning all the sarcasm he could muster, Taylor called out her name. "Alicia," he said with a bitter edge to his voice, "I hope you're enjoying all this attention."Alicia managed to turn her head towards him, wincing in pain. Her eyes held a mixture of confusion and pain. "Who... who
Two weeks agoThere's a soft knock on the door. "May I come in?" Cassandra stared at the figure. Of course she knew who it was. She heard the soft sound of her mother's favourite flip flop on the floor as she walked across the hallway. Jane is a tall, petite, beautiful woman. Cassandra was often told she looked exactly like her. Her mother smiled at her and reached out to touch her chin but she pulled away before she could reach her."What does he say?" Cassandra asked coldly. She is almost correct that her mother will never come into her room just to check up on her. They aren't that close enough. Not after what happened– after the news. "He wants me to see if you're getting ready" Jane paused and moved across her daughter's bed, stared at the dress lying on it then back at her daughter. "They'll be here any moment" Cassandra didn't reply."Do you need any help?" "No. Tell him I'll be down soon" She replied in the same cold voice not meeting her mother's gaze.She heaved a sigh as
The man on the phone must have heard the loud ugly yet demanding voice of her father because he looked up to her window and their eyes met. Only for a few seconds before her father charges again."Cassandra!" She flew away from the window instantly, hurriedly shutting it and pulling down the blinds as soon as she could. She opened the door before her father could even knock or call her name again. "I'll be out in a moment" she said then locked the door right in his face not giving him the opportunity to speak further. She is sure he understood that she is mad at him. They were never close to begin with but no, this is the limit. Over the years she thought they would have time to make amends and finally have the father to daughter relationship but he only thought of the possible way to ruin that for her. Marrying her off to an unknown stranger all because of a will. Fortune, money.She turned to the bed again and the dress, thinking that tonight, she will be meeting her future husban
What? What is he playing at? "When did you two meet?" Her father asked, curiosity evident in his voice.Something amused and playful danced on Sebastian's face and before Cassandra could make up a story, Sebastian already spoke."Earlier, while I was on call. Right Cassy?"Cassandra could not believe her ears. First he's claiming to have met her when the only thing they did was to share a glance for the briefest moment. Secondly, he gave her a nickname when they barely met for five minutes. What more is he up to? She ought to be furious but she wasn't. The way her name—nickname rolled off his tongue was more like he is familiar with it. She stared at him in disbelief while he smiled. A dangerous one. Her father made a small laugh, breaking the tension that's starting to gather between the two. "Well, that's good then. I'm glad you met her Sebastian" her father nodded at Sebastian then back at Cassandra."I'll leave you two to talk. I'm sure he has questions for you Cassandra" He pa
PresentCassandra. A wedding ought to be a beautiful thing. A joyous and memorable occasion. Where two souls are joined in holy matrimony. Bonded by laws. To love, to Cherish and obey. In sickness, health and otherwise. The day where two young lovers vowed to spend the rest of their lives together in each other's arms. A percent union of two imperfect people. Like the happily ever after. It is meant to be a loving, intimate, selfless relationship between a man and a woman. If you tell me I'll be getting married three weeks ago, I'll laugh right in your face and call you stupid. Three weeks ago, I never imagined I'd be walking down the aisle or being led to the altar by a complete stranger. A man I met just once. On our engagement day. The very day he threw my ring so carelessly. As soon as I got back inside that night, I ignored everyone and went to bed immediately. I didn't care if my father got angry or that I had an engagement party going on. All I needed was space.Sebastian Spe