As the first rays of sunlight peeked through the delicate fabric of the curtains, a warm and gentle glow began to fill the hospital room. As the haze of unconsciousness began to dissipate, I found myself gradually reawakening to a world of sensations.
The first thing that caught my attention was a throbbing, relentless ache arising from my broken ankle, a painful remembrance of the injury I had sustained. It seemed as though every movement, every shift of my body, only served to intensify the discomfort. But that was not all. There was another lingering discomfort, a dull twinge that resonated from the depths of my foot. It reminded me of the bullet that had found its way into my flesh, requiring a surgical intervention to remove it. Though the physical evidence of the bullet's presence was gone, its recollection lingered, embedded into my consciousness like a haunting ghost.
As I lay there, my mind slowly piecing together the fragments of my surroundings, I couldn't h
The circumstances of our prior meetings could not have been more dissimilar. The first time he saw me, I was a chaotic mess, draped in a bridal gown, my hair knotted, and my senses muddled by alcohol. It was a humiliating and vulnerable memory, a lapse in judgment that tormented my soul.Now, as he looked at me in the hospital room, I was a very different person from the one he had met on the first night. I was dressed in a plain hospital gown, and my face exhibited the scars of the chaos that had engulfed my life. The plaster cast on my foot was a constant visual reminder of the consequences of my choices.Each encounters an unpredictable nature of fate.Our silence created palpable tension in the air between us as if the surroundings held their breath. Unspoken words unresolved emotions, stretched between us like an invisible barrier.We both were like two souls locked in a delicate dance of avoidance and longing. I was exposed before him in a sta
I was on the verge of being swallowed by theocean of painfulrecollections. In that moment of raw vulnerability, Mr. Colton's mere presence became my saving grace, a lifeline that beckoned me to relinquishthe weight of my long-standing torment."Mr. Colton," I began, my voice quivering like a leaf in the wind, "there's something I need to show you." I reached beneath my pillows, retrieving the threatening note from Arlo that I had hidden beneath my pillows.I handed it out to Mr.Colton. His gaze shifted from me to the note as he accepted it, his expression becoming more solemn.The veins on the side of his forehead throbbed noticeably, and his jaw clenched with noticeable anxiousness. His eye was fixed on the message scrawled across the page. "Is this message from Arlo?" he questioned, his face flushed with rage.As Mr.Colton took his name, I was utterly caught off guard. I had no inkling of how much or how little Mr. Colton w
As the hours stretched into days, strength began to seep back into my weary body. Each passing moment brought me closer to recovery, yet my mind remained plagued by a persistent question. What could have been so urgent that it had compelled Mr. Colton to leave my side abruptly? The absence of Mr.Colton's comforting presence intensified. The hushed whispers of nurses and occasional beep of medical equipment now seemed eerily quiet. I felt lonely. His sudden departure, followed by a call, left me vulnerable and uncertain. Three days had passed since he whispered words of reassurance, promising to return, yet my understanding of his situation allowed me to hold my impatience at bay. He was no ordinary man, a formidable business tycoon burdened with a multitude of weighty responsibilities, undoubtedly had more imperative matters to attend to.I felt reassured, knowing that my safety was important to him. Two vigilant guards stationed in front of my door by him demonstrated his unwaverin
In Twilight moments of wakefulness and sleep, I took a deep breath and could smell the soft aroma of lemon blossom and neroli lingering in the suite, crisp ivory white percale weave sheets underneath my body felt like fluffy clouds, and oh the plump pillows rubbing my cheeks. Sun setting on the horizon and rays cascading through the large balcony sliding doors cast an inviting glow to the room that took away the weariness.I glanced around the immaculate, cream-colored Sterling Suite; this is the finest, most costly accommodation on the Dorian coast. This is more than my six-month income for one night, but it's money well spent. If only I had mastered the art of saving money and adhering to a budget, both of which I have yet to master at the ripe old age of 30.For now, I can at least waltz around the master bedroom pretending to be the sophisticated, cultured lady I can never be, or I can get my job done and not get fired on the last day of work. Twenty minutes per room to run around
I felt a tear of happiness fall from my eye. I was meandering through the Dorian coast downtown area, mind deep in my own little universe. Suddenly a familiar face attracted my gaze, it was Arlo; the sight of him delighted me, and I assumed he had come to surprise me. While I would never describe him as romantic, these gestures warmed my heart. Maybe he came to surprise me on my last day of work; he was across the street, seated in the coffee shop's outside seating area, head bowed, eyes glued to the phone, fidgeting. What a scrumptious thought. I have loved him deeply; he was always my first true love, and after tomorrow's alter ceremony, we will be inseparable.I have prepared a lengthy vow of commitment that I plan to read in front of my loved ones. I know it will be a day I'll always remember fondly and one that, perhaps, our grandkids will hear about someday. I have been diligently saving every penny to make it an unforgettable moment.My tummy was doing a happy dance of butterfl
I felt a tear of happiness fall from my eye. I was meandering through the Dorian coast downtown area, mind deep in my own little universe. Suddenly a familiar face attracted my gaze, it was Arlo; the sight of him delighted me, and I assumed he had come to surprise me. While I would never describe him as romantic, these gestures warmed my heart. Maybe he came to surprise me on my last day of work; he was across the street, seated in the coffee shop's outside seating area, head bowed, eyes glued to the phone, fidgeting. What a scrumptious thought. I have loved him deeply; he was always my first true love, and after tomorrow's alter ceremony, we will be inseparable.I have prepared a lengthy vow of commitment that I plan to read in front of my loved ones. I know it will be a day I'll always remember fondly and one that, perhaps, our grandkids will hear about someday. I have been diligently saving every penny to make it an unforgettable moment.My tummy was doing a happy dance of butterfl
I was able to collect the bridal gown from the seamstress on time, and then I made my way back to Elite Oak Resort in order to keep the promise that I had made to Mrs. Cha. She insisted on seeing me in my wedding dress. At least I can try on the dress and see how I would have looked as a bride if the wedding had gone ahead. My desire of getting married has been postponed for a few more years, and there is a possibility that it will never come true. The odds are increasing that I will become a spinster who doesn't give a crap and spends her days playing with her cats. As I refuse to get married without love.The housekeeping room remained unaltered from when I left, but the feelings I had then and now couldn't be more different. Mrs. Cha's porcelain cups still sat on the table next to the untouched cookies.I dug a hole in my heart, hoping that if I buried the grief there, I might forget about it. I put on the wedding dress and sat there, still, in the time capsule, staring blankly at
He strode off with impeccable style. He positioned himself so that he was facing me directly while leaning back on the sofa, and he waited patiently for a few moments for me to respond. And I was unable to think of a single one. What was I doing on his bed?He picked up the phone with his well-manicured hands and said, 'I should inquire with the front desk; I can't remember ordering a Mail Bride to my room.'The unknown man seemed like a successful businessman who might shred me to pieces in seconds, so I mustered all my strength to sober up before negotiating with him. Nonetheless, I had no choice but to give it a shot in order to keep both myself and Mrs. Cha out of trouble.I needed to interject.In my best drunken attempt at a coherent phrase, I pleaded, 'Please don't contact reception; give me a minute and I will clean everything and leave.''Are you a guest?'I tried to avoid making eye contact by looking away but still maintaining a conversational tone by nodding.'Do you work