Sylvia pushed open the door to the medical room. A frown settled on her face when she saw the doctor was wrapping bandages around Blake’s body. She felt livid.Blake then dismissed the doctor.Sylvia stomped over to him and glared at her husband.“You think I wouldn’t find about it if you hid this from me?” she questioned, folding her arms over her chest.“Don’t create a fuss. This is a small injury.”“Small injury?”She laughed humorlessly.“It sure looks like that. Why don’t you just get shot at your heart and be done for? At least I wouldn’t have to worry everyday.”“I will protect myself better next time,” he voiced out.“Next time? When will be that next time? Do you know how I feel when you are out to work everyday? How would you feel if you were in my position, worrying if I would make it out alive?”Blake didn’t even want to think about that.He extended his hand to grab on to hers and said, “I am sorry. I don’t want to make you worry. And didn’t I give you my word that I won’
Blake’s eyes fell on the woman lying beside him. He reached out to touch her hair and pushed it back. Even though years had passed, just the sight of her managed to fill his heart up with adoration.Never before did he think that he would end up being so lucky.When his eyes fell on her for the first time in that restaurant, he knew that she would be the one. It just took him time to cope up with the truth.He felt defensive about it. He didn’t want to fall down the same dark hole as his mother, especially since she was the daughter of that man.He was doing this because he hated her. At least that’s what he thought as he troubled her. But he knew it was because he craved her attention.Even though he tried, he couldn’t hate her.Whether it was the way she talked or carried herself, he couldn’t understand what attracted him to her so much initially. She was simply entertaining. There was never a boring moment for him around her.He tried to push her way and convince himself that she d
"First and foremost, this is a work of fiction, and no correlation should be made with living people or incidents. The author doesn't support any of the ideology or the relationship— friendship or romantic— being presented in this story. This was merely written for entertainment sake, not to be followed and used as an ideal. There are many things that are wrong in this novel morally, and therefore, don't let this novel influence you."At the young age of six, Sylvia White had lost her father, and her mother turned to depression then, constantly drowning herself in alcoholism. After that, probably in order to get over her father, her mother, Lydia, engaged in relationships with various men.None of those lasted for more than a year. They were quick yet fleeting relationships, and it resulted in Sylvia changing houses very often to the point she had given up thinking her life could be otherwise.All of this made Sylvia to grow up faster than her peers and be more responsible. She had le
Sylvia made no effort to engage in the conversation nor did they take the initiative to include her. Her mother did the talking for the most part while Liam gave occasional responses.Concentrating on her pasta, Sylvia assessed the man, really feeling Lydia got involved with someone noteworthy this time. Earlier, she had seen the prices at this restaurant, and to call them astronomical would be an understatement.The plate of pasta in front of her cost more than two months worth of her monthly expenses, and that was one of the cheapest dish on the menu. Neither the taste nor the quantity was worth the price in Sylvia’s opinion.She could totally whip up something better!The high class society was something she very much felt separated from, and she felt angry at her mother for getting with such a man. Couldn’t she have chosen someone normal?Sylvia’s inner thoughts were put on a pause when the door was slammed open, and she turned her head towards the noise. Her breath was stuck due
Making an effort to look excited, Sylvia clapped her hands together as she saw Lydia and Liam kiss.The wedding was held in a lavish garden. A canopy was set up decorated by foliage and various complementing flowers. Red roses, her mother’s favorite flower, was in abundance. Majestic and elegant floral accents beautified the venue.In a white gorgeous dress, coupled with that hours long make up routine, her mother appeared youthful and stunning. Opposite to her was Liam standing in a black suit, appearing regal and charismatic.Sylvia was at awe, thinking about the amount spent behind it.However, seeing how this was a wedding out of her mother’s dream, it seemed that Liam genuinely cared for Lydia— at least that’s the impression she got.What was off putting for Sylvia happened to be the number of bodyguards. Dressed in black suits, they were assigned all over the venue and on a look out. This did imply whether Liam was paranoid or his life needed constant protection.Sylvia believed
Staring at her with unadulterated ridicule, he turned away and was about to leave when Sylvia grabbed his wrist. At that, he faced her with those unfriendly cold eyes.Sylvia froze. She didn’t understand what gave her the courage to stop him.Her throat felt dry as she voiced out, “Explain. Did you set the fire.”He shook off her hand and looked at her as though she was something filthy prior to scowling and uttering, “Don’t touch me.”Then, he stepped closer to her. His breath that fell on her face caused her heart to beat rapidly, and he said, “This is merely the beginning.”His threat made her blood go cold, knowing he meant each of those words. Sylvia didn’t have the desire to deal with the fire and decided to not move in at Liam’s place. Her mother can deal with this on her own.Reaching into a conclusion, she nodded her head and then smiled at him.“I will stay out of your way. You can have my Mom if you want,” she honestly vocalized, not exactly worried about the women.He snee
Sylvia woke up in cold sweats after dreaming of being shot at by Blake. Immediately sitting up on the bed following that, she patted on her chest to calm her rapidly beating heart.This was the first time she had seen a gun in action in real life, and the target had been her as well. It was scary to think of what could have happened if the trajectory of bullet had been different.Then, she heard the knocks, leading her to collect herself and get down from the bed before going over to open the door. Stood before her was a woman in her mid forties, dressed in an uniform. She was most probably a maid here.“Ms. Sylvia, you have been called for breakfast downstairs,” she enunciated.The formal tone caused the corner of her lips to twitch, and she voiced out, “Just stick with Sylvia. Give me five minutes. I will wash up.”°°°Walking into the dining room, she saw her mother feeding Liam, and seeing how the man complied along with it caused Sylvia to feel disgusted at them for not acting th
Her shift was over. After closing up, Sylvia looked forward to having a comfortable night’s sleep without feeling terrorized.Grabbing the trash bag, she dragged it out when she was met with a shock. A gasp escaped from her lips as she took a step back at the dark silhouette. On a careful inspection, she recognized him to be brooding teenager she wanted to seriously avoid.What was he doing here?“Get on,” he ordered. Sylvia noticed his bike that was parked in the alleyway.Confusion and speechless crossed over her face. Did he seriously think she would get on because he said so?His tone wasn’t even friendly neither did she know him well. Moreover, the way he treated her previously was enough of a reason for her to stay cautious.The corner of her lips twitched.She wanted to ask whether or not he had gone nuts but held back her tongue. She didn’t want to unnecessarily add more to her overflowing plate.“I have to clean up inside,” Sylvia responded. Placing the trash bag inside, she