~Author’s POV~ They had exited the car, Rael's shirt soaking in his own blood from the wound. Harriet's face twisted into something unfathomable. Pain? She'd gotten hurt herself, but seeing another person get hurt from shielding her, she felt her eyes moistening. What was wrong with her? She was never one to cry. Rael noticed the girl's tears and immediately felt at a loss for words. He had never seen a woman cry, so didn't really know how to Cajole them. At the moment, the girl who looked all brave and sassy while seducing him now looked like a scared kitten. He quickly pulled her into his embrace, stopping her from looking at the damaged car. It wasn't because he wanted to, it was because the car at this point had been dented to a point of no return. If she saw it, she would wonder how they had survived the accident at all. Harriet, feeling Rael pull her into his arms, stiffened, beads of tears rolling down her cheeks and soaking his shirt. Why was she even crying! Was it because
~Author’s POV ~Livia’s face paled as Harriet’s words hung in the air. The classroom, once buzzing with gossip, had fallen into a heavy silence. Even Kylie, who had been enjoying the mockery moments ago, stiffened in her seat. There was something different about Harriet. Something sharp that hadn’t been there before.Livia swallowed hard, forcing a laugh. "Oh, come on, Harriet. When did I say that?" Harriet tilted her head, her gaze unwavering. Didn't think you were the one to quickly forget your own words. Shall I remind you?" Livia’s fingers twitched. She hadn’t expected Harriet to call her out so boldly. The other students were watching, some with amusement, others with curiosity. If she backed down now, she’d look weak. But if she actually ate dust—she couldn't bring herself to think about it. Damn this woman!Before she could respond, Harriet stuffed her hand into her pocket, pulling out a cloth that had been tied. Opening it, the sand nestled in it came into view. She sco
~Author’s POV~ Harriet sat, her eyes glued to the TV as she tossed a few pieces of popcorn into her mouth until her vision slowly began to dim. Meanwhile, Rael, who was seated just beside her noticed this, his eyes coated with something unfathomable as he stared at her. Her head rested onto the backrest in an uncomfortable way, and the box of popcorn in her hand was almost spilling. Rising to his feet, he turned off the TV, picking her up and heading to the room. Once he placed her on the bed, he didn't leave. Instead, he sunk onto the bed beside her, pulling her closer as he buried his face in her neck. She stirred in her sleep before finally settling down. The night seemed peaceful. The next day came, and Harriet's eyes fluttered open. She groaned before trying to stretch, only to notice something heavy holding her down. Her gaze trailed to rest on the hand wrapped tightly around her waist, making her eyes widen. Since when did the man start sleeping in her room? She managed to
~Author’s POV~Harriet’s lashes fluttered as she stared at him in a daze, wondering what he was doing at the hospital after dropping her off. And he seemed to have changed his clothes, looking more casual, yet he still had an air of grace surrounding him. Had he returned to pick her up?“Let's go,” came his deep, baritone voice in the rain, making her shiver. She suddenly realized the rain had started to pour. Nodding her head, she followed quietly as he led her to the car that had been parked to the side of the road. She was quiet, unable to say anything. Her heart hurts–the same way it always did when her father treated her like an outsider. The truth was that he hadn't always been like that, or he had been pretending the whole time. As soon as he married his mistress, Miranda, he no longer cared about her and only listened to his new wife. She had the urge to chuckle at her luck. After getting into the car, she cast a glance at Rael, feeling something tug at her heart. She had s
~Harriet~ It couldn't be. I couldn't be in love. I turned to her, a polite smile plastered across my face. “Don't worry, I won't tell,” she muttered, but my smile only widened.“I'm afraid Miss Delphine is mistaken,” I muttered, hearing my own heart drum furiously against my chest. She nodded, a hint of amusement on her face before she washed her hands and left. I stared at my reflection in the mirror one time before sucking in a deep breath. Once I calmed my emotions, I walked back to our table. Just then, Delphine seemed to have finished eating and bit Rael goodbye. Once she was gone, I wasn't in the mood to shop anymore and just asked Rael if we could return home. He nodded without saying anything and I could only sigh as I pondered Delphine’s earlier words. Shaking my head to get rid of the thoughts, my gaze moved to stare outside the window, where the sun was already shining. Just then, my phone buzzed once more, and this time, it wasn't my father calling. It was Miranda.
~Harriet~ My eyes fluttered open, taking in the light that filtered through the curtains. My skin brushed the sheets, and I groaned. Rubbing my bleary eyes, the incidents from last night flashing through my mind. The banquet, the wine, and then nothing. Had I gotten drunk? I got off the bed, my dainty feet hitting the floor. This didn't look like my room from Rael's mansion. Just as I reached for the door, it swung open, revealing the man. His eyes were devoid of any emotions. “You–why didn't you wake me up!” I almost yelled, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. The man calmly stared at me before going to take a seat in a chair resting at the side of the room. Tsk! I rushed into the bathroom, taking a shower before changing into a pair of clothes I'd found in the closet. I'd just walked over to the door to pull it open when Rael's voice stopped me.“You don't have to go to school today,” He stated, and I watched as an attendant pulled the door open to serve us some food. “And wh