Elena's POV“Just a little more practice and you'll be walking for the big brands,” The director teased.A smile curled up my lips, my gaze fixated on him,“You think? ” I asked, raising my brow.“Yeah!” he replied. “You’re almost there.”“You are the brains behind all these, I'm so lucky to be tutored by you,” I replied.Exhausted already, I dragged my feet to an available seat, wiping the sweat that dripped down my temple with a towel.“Modeling is so stressful, I must admit. ” I muttered, pressing my ankle which ached badly. I slipped my leg out of the heels and stared at its unusual red color. “You are hurt?” Selina; one of the models asked, with a voice laced with worry.“Yeah, I think,” I replied, rolling my eyes as the pain coursed through my leg.“You don't have to sit down to let the pain go away,” she said, pointing at my ankle. “Let’s go get some ice cream. Maybe, it might relieve the pain. ”I raised my head and stared at her in shock. Why was sh
Raymond's POVDespite masking my uneasiness with a smile, I was still troubled.The doctor's report threw me off balance. How could I be the father of the baby? Was there a mistake in the report?“Fuckimg hospital,” I hissed, cursing under my breath.“Daddy, I love Timon,” Hope yelled, his fingers pointing at the television a wild smile running across his lips.I felt a twinge of anger in me. For fuck sake, why can't he stop calling me daddy for now, till I figure out how I was his father.“Daddy!” his voice pierced the air again as he gripped my shirt, shaking me and trying to jolt me out of my thoughts. I forced a smirk on my lips,“He sure looks adorable,” I replied, trying to sound casual“Do you like him, Daddy?” he asked, his eyes fixed on mine.I exhaled, trying to keep my temper in check.“Can you quit bothering me?” I coughed out, unable to contain my anger, my voice harsher than I had intended.He looked at me, his face frowning as if he was to cry.“Da
Raymond's POV“What the fuck are you doing here?” I barked, a twinge of anger in my voice.She hissed loudly, her sound, a noise to my ear.“That shouldn't be the reply to the question, what are you doing in my room?” I asked again, rising to my feet.She stared at me for a while, as if my words fell on a deaf ear, an awkward silence engulfing the air.“That shouldn't be the question, Raymond,” She scoffed.“I don't know what you think about this, but I bet it isn't funny. Eavesdropping on people's conversations is a dumb thing to do,” I barked, my eyes blazing in fury.“Look,“ she began, “shying away from the topic will do you no good. You're Hope's father, interesting,” she grinned wildly.“And you shouldn't be bothered about that, right?” I asked, still looking her in the eyes.Just then the door creaked open, revealing Elena. Her countenance changed the moment she noticed Alana in my room.“What’s the problem, Alana?” Elena asked the smile on her lips vani
Raymond's POV“What do you want, Violet? ” I asked, my eyes piercing into hers.A weird smile tugged beside her lips, her eyes a reflection of her dark cold soul.“You don't have a problem speaking with an old friend, do you?” She asked, her words as cold as ice.“I won't repeat myself, what the fuck do you want? Why did you call me out here?” I asked, my voice laced with anger.She exhaled, her eyes fixed on the floor for a while before it rested on my shoulders.“You're confused, Raymond,” she complimented. “I never called you here. I was having an ice cream at the corner,” her middle finger pointed at an empty table.“You didn't?” I asked, confusion etched in my expression.“Nope. I dragged my feet here to say hello to you,” a wild grin on her chin.“Cut the crap, violet. What the fuck do you want from me?” I asked, a grim look on my face. “That isn't a way to talk to an old friend,” she snapped, cursing under her breath.“I’ll prefer speaking to you behind bars,”
Raymond's POV The rays of the sun rose to my eyeballs and my eyes fluttered open. I adjusted my position and squinted, trying to get my pupils accustomed to the light rays that peeped from the curtains.“Saturday morning,” I said, sitting upright on my bed.My eyes scanned the room for any sign of Elena but she wasn't there.I slid my legs into my sneakers and traced my steps to the bathroom, my legs as heavy as lead. Perhaps I was exhausted from late-night thoughts. The warm water from the shower head drenched my head, washing out exhaustion which seemed to weigh me down.“Gonna be a long day,” I whispered, scrubbing my hair.After I was done, I slid a towel on my waist, watching it wrap lime a second skin.I walked to the wardrobe, in search of any clothes which would lighten my mood.Suddenly, my gaze caught a familiar dress, a dress that triggered a memory.“I love you, Raymond,” I could hear her whisper to me.“I love you too,” I whispered back as I pulle
Elena's POVMy eyes fluttered open,my head comfortably lying on Raymond's broad chest.I could hear his heartbeat, a symphony of the soul.He kissed my forehead, as his fingers raced towards my hips.“Morning, sunshine,” his baritone voice roared. Immediately, a smile curled up my lips as I lifted my head to meet his chiseled face. He returned the smile, raising his brow in an iconic manner.“I love you, Elena,” he whispered, leaning forward for a kiss.“I…” I was halted before I began my words by the shrill beeping of the alarm.My eyes raced to the clock,“Shit,” I muttered as I sprang up from the bed.“What’s wrong, Elena?” Raymond asked, sitting upright and adjusting his position.“I have an appointment with Mr Brooks,” I whispered, rushing into the bathroom and shutting the door.The warm liquids cascaded down my body, a temporary warm relief washing over me.After a brief moment, I turned off the shower, the towel gluing onto my chest like a second ski
Raymond's POVI dragged my feet into the mansion, exhaustion washing over me.My gaze swept across the house, a cold expression running across my face as I beheld the beauty.The scent of the freshly plucked flower engulfed the air, the sunlight streaming down the Italian window, as it cast its rays on the artwork.As I moved further, my steps echoed off the hardwood floor, the soft rustling of the fabric of my expensive suit, the only sound that punctuated the air.The dining room was poorly adorned by the chandelier which hung on the ceiling, casting soft rainbow colors on the floor beneath.All this beauty I beheld was interrupted as my gaze fell on Elena.I could feel my heart racing as I stared deep into her glassy eyes, which reflected pain as she looked down the mezzanine.“Elena,” I said, trying hard to sound casual.I could see disappointment flood her cheeks,“Thank you for the birthday gift,” She whispered a hint of betrayal in her voice.Darts of guilt hit m
Elena's POVI got up, moved to the window, and watched him leave the Laurence mansion, striding gracefully to the parking slot towards his car.A sigh escaped my lips as I retreated to my bed, trying to get my mind to think straight.“Why is Alana always intervening in my relationship with Raymond?” “Why is my husband attached to my stepsister?” I whispered, my mind reeling with thoughts.I had wanted to spend my birthday eve with Raymond and see what surprise he had for me, but Alana ruined everything.“She just can't wait to take away all the people I love from me, but why?” I mumbledThese questions swirled in my head, plunging me into darkness, an endless world of different questions.I felt weariness wash over my body as my thoughts ran wild. I could feel my headache as if a huge party was bustling in my head.I needed to clear my head and seal my mind, to avoid all these thoughts from entering into my head. My eyes darted around the room as I stood up,