Raymonds POV;
I sit on a wooden bench beneath a tree and fix my gaze on the moon. It's fully out and is displaying its beautiful glory.
Staring at it now, I wonder how it does what it does. How it remains so beautiful and adored despite all its scares and holes. Despite all the crashes and hurt it's been through.
Despite it being so far from human habitation, we still found a way to get up there to trample on and mark it. Yet, it doesn't stop shinning and doesn't stop being beautiful.
Some trample on it, some worship it and some like me, adore it. It isn't the brightest source of light, yet it is the most adored. One can't stare at the sun despite all its glory and purpose, but this humble moon remains forever flawless.
Why can't humans be treated and seen this way? Why can't humble people who lay low, be honored. Why can't we just be as simple as the moon, and still be loved just like it too?
All my life, while growi
Mr. William's POV;I stand a few feet away from my petting zoo, broken. As I watch the animals get loaded into vans, meant to convey them to another location.Fuzzball runs over to me and I pick the little angel up in my trembling arms. This is a nightmare I never thought I'd have. Talk less of seeing come to pass.My mother was misinformed, I never took a loan to get this place, I saved up for it. However, I took a loan to sponsor Christiana and Raymond's wedding, because my dear mother was against the idea of getting her grandchild married to some 'random, good for nothing stranger'. She refused to pay any of the bills and told me not to hold the wedding altogether, but I knew I had to. Those two may not see it, but they're a match made from heaven.My mother told me not to dare get them married, but I did. I got them married with a loan as I couldn't let my only child's wedding celebration be a flop.I took
Raymonds POV;I walk into my bedroom from the balcony in search of comfort from the morning Sun's blaze. At first, it was soothing and warm, but now it's slowly beginning to intensify and I don't think sunburn is something I'd quite enjoy.I find Christiana at the study table, scribbling furiously unto the document before her. This isn't the first time I'm seeing her with this document and the level of attention she shows to it is very intriguing. I mean, she's so focused, she hasn't even noticed I'm back in the room and staring at her.Her dark hair fallen to aside. Helping to outline the beauty of her face's side view. She keeps writing on the papers and my curiosity deepens. What could she possibly be writing?I clear my throat to gain her attention and this startles her a bit. She looks up at me and a little laughter escapes her lips. Probably laughing at her absent-mindedness."Good
My gaze tightens on the familiar-looking object in grandmas hand as she moves further down the stairs with Stella by her side. Both of them beaming with smiles."Good morning, house. "Grandma says in her normally high voice as she reaches the center of the living room."Good morning mother, ""Good morning Grandma, "Everyone except Stella and I, reply according to their relationship with Grandma.Grandma smiles and looks around. Her gaze lands on me but she averts her gaze like I'm some invisible ghost. Stella spots me, and a crooked smile splits her face. A smile that shakes me to my core and causes my heart to begin a marathon.The fear of what grandma is holding, turning out to be my plan drafts, causes me to tenses so hard, I almost pass out. What could she possibly be doing with my plan draft? How did it get to her? And why is Stella the one beside her and not me? What's going on?"It's another blessed morning t
Raymond's POV;I watch in hurt as Christiana runs out of the house with tears streaming down her face. I know for a fact she's not lying as I've seen her work on that document time and time again.I avert my gaze to the person I suspect, and the way she's moving her fingers through her hair makes it clear to me that she's a culprit.Aunt Lily did this. I remember how she eyes the documents this morning. She stole from her niece to elevate her daughter! What sort of aunt does that?Is this what family does?She looks over at me and finds me glaring at her as everyone begins to leave the living room, hence, she averts her gaze nervously and begins to walk away.What an excuse of an aunt. Poor Christy. I saw the pain and hurt in her eyes. I'd have spoken up to aunt Lily, and made my suspicions known, but, in this family, the worst can happen for being disobedient. The truth eventua
Raymond's POVI sit on my room's balcony. Eagerly expecting Christiana to show up. The sun is bright, the sky is clear, but the heavy wind blowing makes it known that a downpour is coming soon.I look at my wristwatch and find the time reads 3:00 pm. I can only imagine what she's going through. When I came in a while back, I found that the document wasn't where Christiana left it, or I last saw it.It baffles me to know that one's flesh and blood, can sabotage one, just for power and glory. I'm sorry to say, but if this is what family is all about, I'm very glad, my mother was the only family I had before she passed on.Before yesternight, Christiana and I weren't at all close. We just treated each other as humans should, till we decided to form a friendship-based bond. And as human, it's only fair to feel bad at the sight of such injustice.However, as her friend, I feel hurt and angered. I know I'm not her dream husband, but I
Mr. William's POV;In my state of brokenness and hurt, I left my daughter to wander off whilst wallowing in her pain. I know it's no excuse, that's why I've spent the last twenty minutes in search of her.I've checked everywhere around the petting zoo but found no one. Just when my panic had begun to skyrocket and my fear escalate, I spot her not too far off, in the arms of a man.However, my eyes grow wide in shock and joy, at the sight of the man who's so lovingly holding my daughter.Raymond!How did he know she was in pain? How did he know where to find her? Above all, how is it possible that my daughter, the same one who's always seen her marriage to Raymond as a price to pay for her father's happiness, is allowing the same 'unwanted husband ', to hold her so lovingly?"Have you found... "Samantha's voice begins but dies down the same way her running drops to walking. This is as a result of th
Mr. William's POV;"You will do no such thing, William!"She screams and I turn around to look at her."Oh yes, I will mother. You're not the boss of me! "I scream back."Yes, I am. I am your mother... "She begins and I cut her in irritation."Not my God! ""Listen, mom, you may have taken my patting zoo away from me, but you have not taken my passion nor dignity.Mother, I am not a loser, and just in case you've forgotten, I'm just as stubborn as my father used to be.I will not work for you! I'd rather work at a car wash or a pizza palace. After all, the media will take it as me being the usual, humble billionaire.So don't worry, your reputation would be safe."I reply and her eyes grow wide in furry."You will do nothing of that sort. "She replies with a low voice. A voice meant to scare me, but I scoff. Enough of this nonsense."Watch me. "I reply before walking past her an
Raymond's POV;I open my eyes slowly as I'm unsure of how my system is currently faring. My eyes are open, however, all I see is black. Darkness, and a few tiny holes.These holes inform me that there's some sort of cloth over my head, and it takes a few seconds for me to realize that my legs are dragging on the ground behind me, as I'm being held up my unbelievably strong grips.I gently roll my wrist and realize that neither my legs nor arms are bound. I have to figure out a way to get out of this mess.Who are these people? What have I done? Did Stella send them after me? Not possible. She's not ballsy enough. However, if Stella didn't do this? Who did? These are the same freaks who had me kidnapped the last time.I guess one's safety truly is in God's hands, as five guards weren't enough to keep me safe.One of the people holding me up bumps into something and,"Be careful! He could wake up anytime so