Davina povHe should not have mentioned that word, that name.Stasha. I turned back swiftly at the mention of that name; not everyone was meant to call me that, especially the Campbell families, but here he was, saying it without remorse. “What did you just call me?" I squinted my eyes as I ate up the distance between us and now, we were just a meter or two away from each other. For a moment, he was surprised, then a confused look appeared on his face. “I called you by your name of course." The scoff that escaped my lips made him drop his glass and he threw his right hand into his pocket. “Is there a crime in that?" He demanded like I was entitled to tell him that but the look I shot him made him stop. “What have you always known me as?" I could swear that I did not give a fuck even though I sounded rude. Even if I gave one, it was not to him, it was the people who just walked back to the building. “The last time I checked, I was the first to throw a question." He said as he pr
Davina povI watched as they wheeled in the huge photo of the house that was about to be auctioned and a smirk pushed my lips. “You are not ready for this, trust me," I whispered to Alex, who just chuckled, and I watched Jane sit up. “Trust me," I paused as I placed my hand on her shoulder and she turned to me with a raised eyebrow. “this would be more than a very anticipated Netflix movie." “Then I should see if it's worth the hype myself," Jane whispered to me before setting her eyes back on the emcee.“I'm not a mind reader, but I can tell that this is what you all have been waiting for," he said with a smile, and laughter filled the air. “The European Haven that's located in France!" Energetic cheers and applause filled the air after the emcee shouted while gesturing towards the house, but with a sign, everywhere was quiet once more.“And now, the starting price of the vacation house in France is a whooping sum of ten million dollars!" Applause filled the air again and I could
Davina povTom had taken his about one minute ago but I could still not take my eyes off him. It had just been two days since the ugly incident happened but here he was again. Different. He was completely different compared to the last time I saw him. Buzz cut, more pale, and the thing he told me he had always hated, beards. “Who is he?" Jane's curious voice jolted me out of my thoughts, and I looked at her for a split second before transferring my gaze to Alex, whose eyes were focused on the podium like he was expecting this.“Who the fuck is he?" Jane questioned again, this time, not letting go of my hand. “I guess you're the only one I'm a stranger to," he said in a hoarse tone before adjusting his black suit and pushing his glass above his nose bridge. “Well, you're the only stranger to me here." “So that makes us even, doesn't it?" He added with a smile that later turned to a frown. It was at that moment I knew he had not gotten over it. He probably came here just to distra
Davina pov.Sebastian turned to me with a look of confusion on his face, or maybe he just happened to be fighting with himself about the relationship between Alex and I. I had diverted my gaze to Alex but I had this feeling that he was still staring at me which made me look him in the eye.He was not just looking at me, he was constantly diverting his gaze from me to Alex and I heard a sigh. It was Alex and I saw him fold his hands back and placed them into his pocket. “I never expected that," he said with a grin on his face. “It's great though." He raised an eyebrow but Sebastian remained silent. “But I'll tell you one thing," Alex took a step forward and placed his hand on Sebastian's shoulder. The latter tried to take the former's hand off his shoulder but the former's grip was stronger. “Do your best to steer clear of that man over there,” Alex muttered under his breath, leaning closer to Sebastian as he discreetly gestured toward my dad, who stood deep in conversation with hi
Davina pov.I stood there, unable to move due to the shock, but there he was, standing with his right hand in his pocket and a glass of cocktail on the left. A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I took my eyes off him and walked past him like he was never there, only to see Jane waiting for me some centimeters behind Sebastian with her hands on her waist.“Lucky you," Jane said with a wry smile as we both made our way to one of the VIP tables. “I would say lucky him rather." She added with a scoff as she gestured towards the entrance and I saw my parents walking in. Lights from cameras, phones, and other gadgets flashed on their faces as reporters tried following them in, but they were stopped by the bouncers at the entrance. “Mr. Charez, how does it feel to finally see your long-lost daughter?!” a reporter called out, cutting through the hum of the party chatter.He stopped in his tracks, turning slowly toward the voice. The question hung in the air for a moment, heavy and unexpected b
Davina pov“How the hell did you know where I'm staying?" I asked Jane, who was still beaming with a smile as we made our way to my room. “I mean, you disappeared for nearly three years." She pressed her lips and paused before taking my hands in hers. “Even people outside the country know about the Charez family. Yeah, I know your family has a lot of houses here, but I knew that you'd be in this particular one."“Wow, if you say so then." My voice danced with excitement as I threw my hands around her neck. “Would you follow me to the Charity party today?" She walked into the room without giving a response to my question, and I shrugged even though I never knew why she did that. “Hey, you heard me right?" “Yeah!" She screamed as she jumped on the bed, spreading her arms and legs at the same time. “But guess what? I ignored you because I don't think I'd be able to hold back when I see that bastard named Courtney Stewart." Like the speed of light, my mind went straight to Sebastian a
Davina pov“Miss me?" That word kept ringing in my head as I tried to remember who it was. There was still silence between the person and me as I tried to make out whose voice that was. “I'm not the type to talk to an unknown person for more than three minutes," I said as I took the phone off my ear to look at the number of minutes I'd been on the call. “You've used one minute forty-six seconds already, you are left with one minute and fourteen seconds, so I guess you should use that little time wisely." “Well, giving three minutes to someone unfamiliar is not like you, so I guess you also know my voice sounds familiar, right?" There's no way I'm going to buy this. “You have one minute and three seconds left now," I said in a brisk tone. “One minute now." The voice said and I squinted my eyes after looking at the number again. “Rocky?" I questioned in surprise. “Who the fuck is that?" The familiar questioned in a shocked way tone. More shocked than I was when I called Rocky's
Davina pov.A day had passed since the sad incident happened at the hospital- the death of Tom's child. I rose to my feet and sat up on the bed; today was the day that a lot of people had been anticipating; a lot of businessmen and women, to be precise. A day in which they would seize the opportunity to meet with top companies, but not all would be successful, that was the bitter truth. With that, my mind went straight to the last name I wanted to remember. I jumped to my feet immediately. I started reminiscing what happened between us and strode out of my room, then the sitting room, where I saw my food in the dining room. My parents were yet to get out of their room I guess.Without wasting time, I started with my food. Irrespective of the fact that I today was the charity party, I still made going to work paramount for every one of my workers so it'd be unwise of me to stay back. Not like I could not do it though, but I choose not to. “Where's my Mom and Dad?" I asked Rose, on
Davina.It felt unreal. Yeah, Tom told me the doctor said his child don't have much time again but notwithstanding, it is too soon.Unsure, of if the scene unfolding before me was just a dream or it was real, I took a step forward, one that felt like I used all the strength in me to take. Seeing Tom like that weakened me, I could not deny it. Slowly, I walked up to his child's bed but I gasped in shock, both hands above my mouth. That was his child's deathbed. “Tom?” I called out, my voice barely above a whisper.He didn’t respond. He just stood there; frozen, like a statue built out of grief, despair, devastation. His shoulders were stiff, his eyes distant. But the moment our eyes met, something inside me cracked.A tear ran down my cheek, then another, until I could barely see him through the blur. That wasn’t the Tom I knew. The Tom I knew was steady, cheerful, composed, the guy who always found a way to stay strong for everyone else. But now… he looked hollow, as if the very li