Kaylle's POV
I'll stop at nothing to see that those two never ends up together. And that frustrated imbecile, Wyatt! I'll make sure he'd never leave my sight.
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It was time to take our vows... Finally.
"Anabella Andrews, thank you for loving me as I am and taking me into your heart. I promise to walk by your side forever. And to love, help and encourage you in all that you do. Through all the changes of our lives. I will be there for you always as strength in need, a consult in sorrow, a counselor in difficulty and a companion in joy. Everything I am and everything I have is yours. Now and forevermore. This is my promise to you. I give you this ring, wear it with love and joy. As a ring has no e
? ? ?I was prepared to take the new wedding vows but before facing the crowd, I was already sweaty."How's my makeup? Hope it's not too much or should I say too heavy like that of kaylle's? I don't want to scare the priest when I walk down the aisle..." I murmured to Sam as she held my cathedral - length veil that sweeps almost every angle of the church.You're wearing the simplest, nude makeup I've ever seen, idiot! You're perfect!!"She whispered but it sounded as if she was yelling."Ugh! Just shut up and let's go.." I sighed and muttered again adjusting my beautiful, laced wedding gown that suddenly seemed too tight.
MONTHS LATER.....Wy and I just came back from Rome where we had our unforgettable, amazing honeymoon...It was the first week we resumed work in our hospital. Kay fell sick and got admitted into one of the best hospitals in the state... Brights hospital.Kay had Kidney and Ovarian cancer which made her really thin and unhealthy. All her body was full of disgusting rashes, all her full boobs dropped.Kaylle Andrews was totally shapeless. She couldn't eat, stand, speak nor sleep well. She was full of pain. She had to go through operation."Ken...Re you a doc?" She asked, trying to move her head to he's but irresistible pain overwhelmed her.
**"My name is Kaylle... I'm your daughter.""What?!""Yes...I'm sorry. Maybe you missed the address 'cause I don't have a child.""I'm Jane's daughter....Jane's my mothe-"He threw his poor self on his unknown daughter. Kay was happy, her father accepted her."Come in." He led her to a sofa, throwing his suitcase to a corner."Daad...You look the same. You know, I wondered how you looked?""What would you like to eat or drink?""Whiskey!"He wore a smile
***Years ago, somewhere in Los Angeles. There was a successful businessman who lived with his daughter in a very big mansion, located around a wide, blue beach. Andrews made sure his princess, Anabella had everything she ever wanted.***One Saturday Morning, On The Seashore...She added water into a pot of clay mud, mixing it together with her hands and a tiny stick to give a good moisture. She dig her soft hands in the pot of white clay again, taking a little to build her glorious castle. And on this castle were two statues, her's and her father's.With so much effort and hardwork she's put in this molding, It wanted to fall when all of a sudden, a bigger, stronger and cleaner hand supporte
For the last two days, I’ve been feeling feverish. I complained to Mrs. Jane, my step-mother but she paid no attention to me and called me names. I had to use half of my savings to buy myself some drugs. With all of these, I was forced to do all the house-chores or else……
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*********************** *** AT LUNCH ***I quietly arranged my books into my old, worn-out, white school bag. My classmates stared at me as they left the class, one after the other. Some murmured something I couldn’t hear clearly while others simpered.I shyly walked to the cafeteria, got some salad and a bottle of water on my lunch tray. I really have no friends at all except for Rilynn Blonca Thompson, the second child of the school’s headmistress even if she doesn't show it.Just then, I saw Kaylle coming to where I was, with her so called 'cliques' or should I say 'upcoming cliques'.“Hi Bella!” Kaylle muttered as she walked majestically away. She calls me "Bella
************* ? My jobless classmates were glancing at me godlessly, all through. As if I had become 'Ariana Grande' overnight.Everything went well untill the last class. It was music class. Mrs. Rafaella Johnson, our music teacher had taught us how to use all the various musical instruments to play diverse music including the waltz. She taught us a new lesson, asked us to go through the notes and learn how to play it with any instrument of our choice.Just as Mrs. Johnson completed her note on the whiteboard, all the students grabbed their schoolbags, ready to go home.“Not yet! Attention please!!” Mrs. Johnson yelled.All the students k