เข้าสู่ระบบSKYLARHer question caught me off guard and almost threw me off guard. My heart clenched, my belly twisted, and my ability to breathe vanished.I stared at her, dumbfounded and filled with so much rage. I didn't like to talk about Kourtney, and definitely not to her.“What?" I muttered in a husky voice filled with raw anger.She must have noticed the anger and quickly backed away, pulling that false smile back on her face."Don't mind me at all, I'll head to the restroom now,” she said and quickly dashed off. I watched her as she walked away, my fist clenchedHow the hell did she even know of Kourtney to begin with? Did fuckass James open his mouth after I warned him?It was definitely not possible. Knowing who James was, I doubted if he said a word to her.How did she find out then? I wondered if she knew just her name or the story behind that name. Even if she knew just the name there was no way she would connect her to my mom. The confidence in her eyes when she said it was what w
SKYLAR My lips twitched into a smirk as I stared at the pale face staring up at me. “Hey,” I whispered.Her eyes widened even more and her lips parted in horror.I had been watching her from the crowd ever since she made her entrance into the hall. I wasn't into analyzing a woman's beauty, but I could swear that she was the most beautiful woman in the hall, and I knew everyone would agree with me after she got everyone's attention the moment she walked in with her father.I followed that black sparking evening gown wherever it flowed to and would always try to catch at least a glimpse of her face even if it was just a side profile.I intended to keep myself hidden throughout the gala but I guessed her clumsiness disagreed with that.I looked up and the smile on my face faded when my eyes fell on my mother's flushed face. Everyone had their gaze directed at us and the silence in the room was infuriating.I wondered why they would never mind their businesses.She tugged on my arm desp
ASHLEY Cameras flashed nonstop the moment the doors of the limousine opened. I stepped out with a large smile on my face then tugged my hand around my father's. Jaws dropped in surprise when the people around saw me. I was sure none of the people knew that I would join my father at the business gala.I smiled at the flashing cameras, my head tilting to the side.After posing for a moment on the red carpet, my father and I headed into the large building where the gala was being held.“Miss Ashley, what do you have to say about the alleged negligence towards your father's illness?!" One of the reporters shoved a mic to my face while another hovered with a camera. I burned inside but I managed to still keep that smile on my face."I will answer that,” my father stepped forward and they shifted towards him.My father looked at me, then at the reporters.Everyone's eyes and attention were fixed on us as my father began to speak.“It has become a norm in our society to believe unverified
ASHLEY The cafe close to the hospital barely had customers in it and that was exactly how I loved it to be.I sipped my coffee slowly, slow jazz flowing across the background. I had a newspaper in hand– the first time I had ever had one willingly.My eyes were glued to the paper, darting quickly through the blurry waves of words while desperately searching for a combination of letters that looked like ‘Skylar’ or ‘Morgan’.One part of me hoped I wouldn't find it, and the other part hoped I would. I flipped the next page, sipping the coffee while scanning the next boring words.My eyes stopped moving when they fell on a news headline talking about my negligence towards my father's illness.“Margaret must be back at that media play game again,” I scoffed and flipped the page.She must be searching for ways to cope with my father's cold, open rejection back at that hospital.I could still remember the way her jaw dropped on the floor and her eyes widened so much that I feared they woul
ASHLEY Everyone's head turned in my direction, eyes wide and faces flushed in perplexity.How could my father ask for me?! Me!My jaw dropped just like the others and the silence in the room was deafening enough to make everyone jump at a pin drop.“Are you sure you're not mistaken?" Aunt Jessica asked, drawing closer to the doctor.He looked at her, frustration flashing across his eyes and a frown tightening up his face."Why would I lie?” He muttered.“Perhaps you heard the wrong name!" Kathy jumped in and my eyes narrowed."Why will my father call for her when my mother is right here? There's a mistake somewhere, that can't be true. My mom had been waiting for him to wake up for hours and she? She's just arrived and doesn't even care. There's something wrong, it's either you heard wrong or my father isn't fully awake, why would he mention someone he doesn't care about –”“Ma'am!" The man snapped and her lips clamped shut. The man sighed and looked up at me, the smile returning to
ASHLEY My feet slipped, almost throwing me down to the ground. I gripped the handle for support before I reached the ground. The room was tight and much more depressing than it was when I walked in. I could barely breathe when I entered, but now, I was dying from the weight of shock, guilt, and the unventilated room. I pushed the door open and rushed out, dropping to my knees the moment I bolted out of the room. I grabbed my dress and dropped my head, whimpering in agony. I didn't care about who watched, who laughed, or who was shocked. I cared only about him. I've always cared about him. Why? Why did he have to die now? Why?! I burst into loud tears, hiccuping and biting my lips. “Why are you crying, haven't you always hated him?" A voice broke through my grief and I slowly raised my head. I turned, my face flushed and my eyes red and full of tears. "What?” I whispered in a quivering voice and looked at Kathy. She tilted her head to the side, her hand crossed under her brea







