"Ezra?" Isla raised her head to look at him, and truly he was standing there. "You see him too, right; this is in my mind." Elara leaned in and whispered to her sister, and she nodded. "Oh well," she said, almost yelling and looking up. "What are you doing here?" "I am here for dinner with my sister," she said playfully, waving the menu in hand. "What about you?" she continued. Ezra seemed uncomfortable as she shifted from one leg to another and then shook his head. "Well," he began and then stopped to clear his throat. She raised her eyebrow at him and wondered why it was so hard for him to just say that he was there for dinner. "You don't have to say it if it is that hard," she said and then smiled at him. "It's nice to see you anyway," she said, looking back down at her menu. She felt a bit fuzzy inside; why did seeing him do that to her? "It's not that I don't want to tell you; I just did not want you to hear like this." "Hear what?" Isla asked, being nosy and also because
"Ezra," Olivia-Marie nudged his side after she saw him spacing out. "Yeah?" he muttered, looking around. All the eyes of her five friends were firmly looking at him; they must have asked him a question, and the way they were looking at him indicated they needed an answer. He wondered how someone would have five closet friends and thought it was right. He wondered what their relationship was like. "Why are you spaced out so much?" one of the friends on a pixie cut asked. "He must be busy with work," Olivia-Marie responded, trying to create an impression that was the reason he was so spaced out. "Can you give us a minute?" she asked, sliding off the chair and asking him to follow her. "Don't take more than a minute," another friend yelled as they walked away. All the other girls began laughing, and Ezra knew it was an annoying joke he might never be able to get, and he was not ready to be bothered by it."Definitely," Olivia-Marie said before walking faster. She found a spot where t
"Why are you coming back alone?" the girl with the pixie cut asked as Olivia-Marie approached the table. "Yeah, something urgent came up so he couldn't stay longer." Olivia-Marie lied as she slid back into her chair. "Did you guys make out at the back?" another girl asked, pointing to the direction she was coming from. "What are you saying?" Olivia-Marie pretended to blush as if something had really happened. She could not let these girls know that she and Ezra's relationship was rocky and not what they thought. At first, they always thought that she was making him up since there was never any evidence. No pictures, no gifts, no physical boyfriend to show, and now that he had shown up, they were a bit convinced, even though some of them still had doubts about it. Olivia-Marie had always wanted to prove she would be the first to get married in their crew, so it would not be unlikely that she was staging the whole thing. "I thought he would stay a bit and maybe pick up the tab," t
"Sooo...""Isla, can you please not talk about Ezra?" Elara said that because she knew that was what her sister was about to bring up. "Oh my gosh!" Isla exclaimed as if something surprising had happened. "How did you know what I wanted to talk about?" "Because before we left the restaurant, you have been itching to talk about it." "But still, how do you know what I was about to talk about?" Isla asked, still shocked at her sister's skills. "The same way you were able to know that that one out of those girls at the table was getting married." Elara closed her eyes and rested her head, and the car went slowly over the express. Elliot's one rule for all of his drivers was driving within the minimum speed. "I just don't understand it," Isla said as if she were talking to herself when in reality she just wanted to know why her sister and Ezra broke up. They were the perfect high school couple. The school they went to was only for the rich and wealthy, so when Ezra confessed to Elar
Ezra walked into his room with his tie that was always perfect but was now scattered on his neck and his hair disbelieved. He was holding his suit jacket in hand and looked like he had been drinking even though a drop of alcohol had not dropped on his tongue in weeks. He threw the jacket in hand to the bed and sat on it slowly. He had been searching for years, and yet Elara had not turned up. Why was she turning up just a few months before his wedding? When he saw her, all the emotions he had when she broke up with him eight years ago came rushing back. Elara was the first woman he had looked at and liked, and it had stayed that way. When he finally worked up the courage to ask her out, it was a relief that she felt the same way. They were kids according to their parents, but he thought it would stay the same way forever until the day after graduation."I waited a day after graduation to do this," she murmured as they sat in the garden of her house. "And I said we should do this ou
Elara fell to the bed. She stared at the ceiling, and all of the stars she put there when she was young had fallen out except for one that still stood in the middle. She stood up and switched off the light so the glow from the sticker could fill the room.She fell back as she stared at the sticker. "I guess one star isn't enough to glow," she whispered to herself. As she closed her eyes, the image of Ezra filled her mind, and no matter how she tried to refocus her attention on something else, all of her efforts were wasted.She had thought she had forgotten him; she thought he was in her past; she thought she had moved on and was in love with Micah. It made her really begin to question all she knew: did I really love Micah, or was he a way for me to forget the lingering pain that leaving Ezra had caused?She remembered, crying her eyes out, after telling him that she wanted to break up. Her heart was wrenching into tiny pieces, but she still believed that she had done the right thing.
"Dad, Mom," Zara said as she walked into the house. Sarah glanced at the clock and shook her head. She wanted to reprimand her daughter, but it was too late at night for them to begin to throw words back and forth at each other. If her daughter was out working and not partying, then she would not have a hard time allowing her to come back to the house at this time. "Where is Dad?" Zara asked, looking around the dim living room. Sarah was catching up on her favourite shows. "He is in the room," Sarah replied gently. She had wanted to ignore her daughter, so she did not feel the need to talk to her. "I will get him; can you please turn that off?" "What?""Can you turn off the television?" Zara asked as if she were the mother. "And why should I do that?" Sarah asked."Can't you act like a mother for once?" Carlos asked, coming into view. "Like a mother? And what is that supposed to mean?" Sarah asked, whipping her head in the direction of her husband. "If she is asking you to turn
"I have not yet introduced anyone to him yet, but I told him that I was a Quinn." "A Quinn?" Sarah asked confused. The name struck a bell in her mind, but she could not quite put her hand on it yet. She shook her head as it all came to her. "A Quinn? Your dad's boss?" she asked, her voice going up. "They have a daughter who has been missing for years now, and no one knows what she looks like." "And why would you do something like this?" Sarah asked."I am sure she has a plan, so maybe you let her...""A plan? What kind of plan do you think it can be? There is no justification for this madness," Sarah said, standing up as she began to pace around. "She lied; she is a Quinn to Amy, a rich man, I suppose. What then would happen after the wedding when he finds out that you aren't who you say you are?" Sarah could not believe that her husband. If she was not her daughter, she would have sworn that she put some kind of black magic on her husband to make him act the way he was. He would
"My hair? I should dye my hair blonde?" Chole asked, standing still in the middle of the room."Yes, I like my women with blonde hair," he said, and she coughed. She did not know what she was doing, but she knew she had to push through. She did not even know this stranger's name, yet she was about to alter her looks for him. "We are getting married, so I am sure a little dye wouldn't hurt anyone," he said, getting comfortable like he had done earlier."Are you going to stay?" she asked as he took a magazine out of the stack. She was glad that luck had shone on her and made sure she was the only one in the salon at that time so no other person would see how pathetic she was now."Of course, we still have a date to attend," he replied, flipping through the magazine. He raised his head to the salon attendant who had gotten up to attend to them. She stood there, still shocked at the situation and with the way she looked at Chole, Chole knew that she would jump to help if she cried that sh
Chole had taken the advice of the girl at the store and gotten a two-piece tweed; she had said that it was perfect for first dates and meetings, as it gave the wearer some kind of fair skin and made them look like a doll. She knew that no matter how smart she was, the reason this man was looking to marry someone from abroad was that he wanted a doll. Not someone who supposedly knew too much or spoke too much, but someone who would look good while being silent by his side. She already had the good looks; all she needed to do was be a doll."Reservation under Mr Lewis?" she said as she stood by the desk of the restaurant. She did not know who picked the place for meeting but the person had good taste. The girl looked up at her, pressed her lips together in recognition nodded before turning out of the cubicle she was in."Follow me," she said. Chole did not mind the treatment; she smiled and walked with the girl, trying to keep the smile on her face as she walked by. "He is not yet here
"You caused this, so you have to do something about this." Chole had explained all that had happened to her father and he seemed calm. She thought he would throw a fit but he just stayed in his seat and declared that she had to take responsibility. He did not seem adamant that she must get together with Ronan again, which made her realise that he must have a plan."Something like what? What do you want me to do?" Chole looked at her father, and it was obvious that he was serious. "How do you want me to fix it? If you tell me, then I would do all in my power to make sure that it is done," she added.Alfie looked at her; he wondered where exactly he had gone wrong. When Ronan approached them and asked if he could marry her, he was elated because he knew what that meant for his name and company, so he did not expect that his daughter would throw away the opportunity so easily. He thought he was being a good father to her all this while but in reality he has spoilt her silly.Chole just b
She fumbled with the keys as she was unable to concentrate with Ronan breathing down her neck. He held her hand and helped her unlock the door. As soon as they were inside, she turned to him and pulled him down, capturing his lips with hers. He reciprocated immediately, kissing and exploring her mouth. She leapt, and he caught her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he supported her with his hands under her. He walked into the house, not leaving her mouth.They pulled apart, and she held his face. "Took you long enough," she murmured, and he was about to respond when she kissed him again. Her fingers trailed his face gently; she pulled away and looked into his darkened eyes. "You have to go all in," she whispered in a commanding tone. Before he could think of responding, she was already taking off his jacket.She jumped down and helped him till he was standing there with all the buttons of his shirt hanging loose. He pushed the strap of her dress until it hung low on her arm.
Ronan stopped in front of them both. He tried to stay more to the side of Noelle to make sure that Chole did not get the wrong idea. "Is everything okay here?" he asked."Chole here says that you are going to be leaving me for her," Noelle said without thinking twice about it."What? When did I...""Are you saying I'm lying and you did not say that?" Noelle cut her off before she could act all innocent. "Then shall I play the recording of our conversation from earlier?" Noelle had no recording, but she knew that Chole would want to be the saint in the eyes of Ronan, so she would cower in fear."You recorded our conversation?" she asked, biting her bottom lip in fear. The expression on her face was enough to implicate her. Ronan could sense the fear as well. "Well, seeing that I was trying to have a mature conversation with you, but all you cared about was being the pick-me girl, I guess I would have to leave." Chole knew that all she had said now made no sense, but she had to say some
Noelle stood up from where she had been sitting all evening. It was almost midnight, and she did not see the need to still be out that long. She knew it was going to be difficult for her to see Ronan tonight, and she had forced herself to come to terms with it. She could go to the mansion to see him first thing the next morning before she met with Celeste. Over time, she became more comfortable with Ronan and his family. The Quinn family accepted her, which made her a bit delusional that she was from a well-to-do family. As much as she tried to ignore the feeling in her heart, she still thought that he would leave her in a heartbeat if he found a better fit for himself.She stopped behind him and poked his shoulders lightly. He looked back at her and smiled. "A moment," he whispered before turning back to the crowd in front of him. He wrapped up with them quickly, and they all understood after seeing her stand there. Their relationship was no longer a secret to the public, and after R
A FEW WEEKS LATERAfter all the madness had died down and both Cora and Micah had been charged in court and sentenced by the law. Mixah was sentenced to ten years in prison for drugging and aiding in kidnapping. Even though everyone knew that he had nothing to do with it, they couldn't find proof that he was not a part of it, and he confessed, so he was charged accordingly. Cora, on the other hand, was sentenced to seven years for kidnapping.It was finally the day when Ronan would be introduced as the new chairman, Isla would be given a role in the company and Elara would be promoted to vice chairman. Elliot was a bit giddy about it. It felt surreal that so soon his children were all grown and he did not have to pick up after them again.The evening started slowly with soft music blasting the auditorium. Everyone high and powerful was present. Finally, after a while, Elliot got up to the stage; he knew that once he spoke, that would be all and then everyone would get to socialising an
"At least we finally found her. I am so happy about that," Noelle said as she brought a cup of water for Ronan, who was sitting in the living room. It had been a crazy week for all of them, and they had not really had time to be together. Ronan had made his way to the hospital, and after he made sure that Elara was fine, he came straight to see Noelle. "I am glad too," he said, taking the glass from her hand with his fingertips slightly brushing against the back of her hand. She jerked away as if she had been scalded with something burning hot. He shifted the glass from one hand to the other and held her hand before she could sit down. "What was that reaction?" he asked with his eyebrows going to the top of his head. "What reaction? Nothing," she murmured as she tried to control the swirling of butterflies that had taken over her stomach from the contact. She cleared her throat and tried to avoid his eyes, but he noticed that something was off. "Did I do something wrong? Are you m
Elara's eyes fluttered open as she began to adjust to reality. She had been so scared about being kidnapped, but she tried her best to act brave all through. She looked around the hospital room as far as her eyes could carry her, and they landed on her mother by her side. She thought that the nightmare would never end, but she was glad that it did. She saw her mom's body rise and fall gently, and she wanted to try not to wake her up. The kidnappers were not as bad as everyone thought, but then she could not trust them, seeing how badly they dragged her there. She had refused any meal they had given her and only relied on water because she was somehow convinced they could not poison the water. As she tried to take the covers off, her mother stirred and sat up, scanning the entire room. "Elara?" she murmured as she stood up and stood beside her bed. "You are awake," she said, hugging her daughter gently. Clara had been so worried that she had gone out three times in the night to ask w