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Hilary had a long day at work, and driving home was the last thing she wanted to do. She was exhausted and tired of dealing with the incessant work demands. As she drove home, her thoughts wandered to Daryl, her boyfriend of two years.Lately, things haven't been smooth between them. Daryl's work schedule was unpredictable, leaving little time for them to spend together.To make matters worse, there was the occasional argument they had regarding his previous relationships. Hilary felt that Daryl was holding something back regarding his past relationships.Finally, she arrived at their apartment block and drove to the parking lot. She got out of the car and walked towards the entrance, slowly taking deep breaths to calm her nerves. She felt a sudden burst of anger, which she couldn't explain. Entering their apartment, Hilary tried to relax by taking off her shoes and coat. She walked into the living room to find Daryl sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone.Without even sayi
Mr. Cruz woke up feeling groggy from a restless night's sleep. Rubbing his eyes, he glanced at the clock on the bedside table, only to realize he had overslept.He jumped out of bed, his heart racing, and hurriedly got ready for work. As he rushed through his morning routine, his mind began to wander, fixating on his daughter Chelsea's situation with her husband, Daryl.Ever since Chelsea left Daryl's house a few weeks ago, tensions have been high within their family. Mr. Cruz had hoped that the separation would be temporary, allowing Chelsea and Daryl to work through their issues and reconcile.However, as time went on, it became apparent that the situation was more complex than he had initially anticipated.As Mr. Cruz entered the kitchen, he found Chelsea sitting at the table, sipping her morning coffee.Sensing his unease, she looked up and asked, "Dad, do you know when I'll go back to Daryl's house?" Her voice carried a hint of worry and uncertainty.Mr. Cruz sighed, a mix of fru
_Everything you want is on the other side of fear._ A lone mansion stood gloriously in the heart of Birmingham city, unperturbed by the city's late-night bustle. In one of the many rooms of the mansion, a man treaded a mill. The one who controlled most of the business flow in Birmingham and the country at large pushed himself to the limit as his lean muscles bulged with each move he made. Daryl's gym was one of the biggest rooms in his mansion. It was well-equipped as expected of one of the most famous bachelors in the city but over-equipped for one person. Daryl kept moving on the treadmill, exerting more energy with each step as he sweated buckets. His muscles burned, running out of their share of oxygen but he was lost in thought seemingly unaware of his body's protest. His mind wandered here and there unable to focus. He couldn't make sense of the day's events. He was trying to catch onto one thing but caught onto another. It all boiled down to one memory of his. A memory he
At the break of dawn, Chelsea woke up groggily, feeling sore all over. Her head still ached like she'd been hit over by a trailer, though she might have been considering she knew nothing of how what exactly caused the accident. She forced herself up and found no one else in the room. She hoped last night's event would turn out to be a delirious dream of hers due to her condition. She looked around the room, the broken vase, the blood from her shoulder injury, everything was the same as last night which further proved she wasn't delirious. A bitter feeling settled in her heart and her eyes stung. Holding back tears Chelsea pushed the feeling and thoughts aside, she had to get out of the house first. Steadily, she stood to her feet and made her way out of the room toward the house entrance. To her relief, the door wasn't locked. Moving from one dark alley to another there was only one thing on her mind, home. As much as it wouldn't have solved anything, she'd rather prefer the comfor
Chelsea groaned as her alarm pierced through the air and woke her from her slumber. She felt a rush of anxiety at the thought of taking her Career Test NAE, almost wishing she had never even applied in the first place. Technically speaking, she wouldn't have applied if she didn't need to get off the leash her family put around her. Sitting up in her bed, she saw the long list of tasks she had to do before heading out for the test. There were workers in the Willows mansion and attendants too that could run those errands, but somehow she was always the one assigned to do those things for Emma. Taking a deep breath, she swung her feet over the edge of the bed and forced herself to start her preparation. She wished she could run away again back to staying in a one-room apartment, but things weren't so simple and her mother wouldn't make the same mistake twice and let her 'tarnish the family's reputation.' Although it was only seven o’clock, she had to be ready in two hours, so she
Emma crawled out of bed with her disheveled hair and ruined make -up she did recently, her face was pale, and her reactions showed how she had wanted to be in bed for extra hours. She went to the washroom for her bath and came back to dress up in a pink blouse and a black balloon skirt. Since her sister was set to start working at the company, she was overjoyed with her success in the interview. Nothing would prevent her from achieving her objectives. The estate where they live was chilly, and the sparkling shine of the sun revealed how much better the day was going to be despite the short amount of time that had passed. She stood in front of the mirror and admired her beautiful looks. Her sexy body shape matched the outfit she wore, and that was also a perfect attraction to her skin color. She dashed out of her room afterward and bumped into a cab behind her house portico. She took a glance at her wristwatch and noticed that it was getting to 8 O'clock. Oops, my ba
After being satisfied with her nap, she came back to the living hall to check on her parents. She was right with the thought she had."I guess, Mom is already at the office so Daddy is the one I'm going to see in the living hall". Her Dad, Mr.Cruz was sitting in the armchair with his wine. He crossed his legs and with his left hand was a newspaper he held. She recently heard a conversation between her Mom and Dad, it was about their next trip to the United States. She was quite happy because she wouldn't be restricted until they come back. "That call for celebration right, guess what"?. She put a smile on her face and went to sit on the couch after greeting her Dad. "My daughter, when are you going back to campus"? Mr.Cruz asked patiently Emma also beamed and answered "I will get back to campus on Monday, I have a few days left to go and I wish Chelsea would accompany me to campus". "That's good but your Mom and I will be traveling to the States on Monday, we wil
Fear, joy, hope, and an inward peace filled Chelsea's mind as she strutted down the road to Daryl's Incorporations; a big organization that was one of the leading conglomerates in the country in terms of popularity, stockholders, consumer-related feedback, and consumer satisfaction management. It had its root in textile, music, art, estate marketing, construction and supervision, and fashion up till the edibles. When she got their letter of approval two days before, she could not believe what she saw, she made a call immediately to the person in charge to confirm the letter and he affirmed that indeed she had been picked; not shortlisted, for the office of the Personal Assistant of Daryl.She was overjoyed. As a newly employed worker in his work. Chelsea had little faith in the job but after numerous pleas from her mother to apply for it, she did and it brought success after the interview with Emma, her little sister. Dressed in her white blouse and cartoon-colored skirt,