Third Person PovIt is another wonderful day, and Hayden has made his way to his workplace as early as usual. He had decided to leave without checking up on River so as to not disturb her sleep.Again, something he shouldn't care about. Why on earth did he care? He still had no idea.The sound of the car screeching to a halt in front of his restaurant, jerks his attention and focus back to reality.A sigh escapes his lips, as he patiently waited for the driver to pull open the door for him. He puts on his face mask, before stepping out of the car and then into the restaurant.The moment the entrance to the restaurant is pulled open, everyone freezes in fear. No one needed to tell the customers the owner of the restaurant was here, the way they all saluted him as he walked by already said as much. Hayden doesn't spare them a glance, as he walks past them all, with only a slight dip of the chin as acknowledgement.His guards follow him to the elevator. However, only five of them accom
Third Person Pov The sound of the entrance door creaking slowly as it is pushed open, echoes softly through the sitting room. Hayden heaves a silent sigh of relief, noting the silence in the mansion.It is extremely late, and he had hoped he would be able to evade Mr. Ron, he didn't have the strength for another lecture on punctuality. "And where are you returning from, young man?" a familiar voice asks, from the dark corner of the dining table. Just then, a familiar figure got up, and began to walk towards him.He braced himself, 'here we go, again...'"I had Harsh inform you," he defended, still clutching his blazer in his hand."that still doesn't give you enough reason to be so late, where were you?" Mr. Ron demanded once again, but his reply never came. He was only met with silence.Mr. Ron seemed to take the hint, "Oh dear, who was unfortunate enough to get on your bad side today?" Mr. Ron asked crossing his arms over his chest, waiting for an answer.He wasn't having a
True to his word, Mr Hayden had the agreement prepared within a frame of three to four days, and had them sent to me in my room. He made sure, I was in no rush to sign it, and gave me as much time as I needed. Thus, I knew it was what I wanted. Independence, freedom, and nothing else. And finally, I was getting the opportunity, obviously, I wouldn't let it go just like that. So, with conviction in my heart, I signed the papers. A Month Later... It's a wonderful morning, and another day of work with Mr. Hayden. I've been working in his company as one of the best chefs, for a month now. I had woken up as early as I used to for the past month. I ascend the stairs, and aim for Mr Hayden's room to give him the coffee I had made for him. I knock loudly, to wake him up. Over the past month, part of the things I learned is that he is a deep sleeper. And knocking politely won't do the job. I don't stop till I hear him groaning, and shifting in the sheets. A smile slowly crosses my
Everything unexpectedly goes on smoothly.After work, I wrap things up, checking the time on the wrist watch Mr. Hayden had recently bought for me. He had insisted, saying it was a reward for my hardwork.I had two more minutes to hurry and leave, Mr Hayden is always on time, and he hates it whenever I get into the car late.With a sigh, after making sure the kitchen looked extremely clean, I made my way to the head chef. To tell her I'd be leaving now. I drape my apron at the usual corner, pick my bag and aim for her office. My steps echo against the wooden floor as I near her office.With a knock on the door for permission, I push it open. Only to see a gray haired lady, leaning down on her table with her reading glasses. Deeply, engrossed in the documents she had been sorting."Ms. Sasha, I'll be going now." I inform her, with a little smile. She lifts her head at my words, eyes squinting her to identify me. After some seconds, a small smile makes its way to her face. "Ah, River
Everything around me, seemed to slow down. And for a moment, seeing Hayden this angry was new... but what was more terrifying was the cold chill that came with it.The moment those words left his mouth, everyone present fell silent, too stuned to speak or move. Suddenly, the air in the room began to feel heavy. I tried my best to calm my raging heart, to breathe... and tried my best to not panic. But failed miserably, the moment he let go of my hand. My breath got caught in my throat, and suddenly, it felt like I would collapse. I had to clutch my fist tight to not fall on my knees and weeze.I needed water... and fast.With each step Hayden too towards my unfaltering father, the more my chest constricted. This wasn't good for me in anyway. I wanted to yell, scream, tell him to stop. But, my throat felt clogged, I couldn't bring myself to say a word to him.I did calm down a bit when he stopped a few steps away, as though sizing a prey...The entire air was tense, and the more tens
Third Person's Pov: Hayden didn't imagine, that he would hear such news the moment the doctor arrived at the mansion to check her. He had been panicking so hard, that for a moment; he forgot to breathe. It took him a lot of self control to tell Thomas to leave it all to him. Before he knew it, he had already boarded his car with River in his arms and brought her all the way back to the mansion. He could still remember how his heart had momentarily stopped, the moment the doctor told him about her condition. 'She is in a critical state. She seems to be suffering from a panic attack.' The doctor had stated carefully, stating the possible symptoms. He wondered how he had missed all that? She had a panic attack in front of him, and he couldn't do anything about it. All he could do... What could he do? He had asked the doctor, about her recovery. The reply wasn't what he was expecting, as a matter of fact; it was the opposite. 'Unfortunately, I can't give you a cure. But I can giv
Third Person Pov:Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'.Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.But things are a bit different now. He has his eyes on River, the silver haired girl he had saved few weeks ago. On his way to settle the scores with Hayden. The one Hayden seemed to be so possessive about. He was now curious about her. What could she have done to captivate Hayden's interest?Though there was one thing only dear ones were aware of. Both of the mafia bosses are close friends. Though their friendship has been strained over time."I come in peace." Thomas said, lifting his hand in surrender with a small smile on his lips. Hayden narrowed his eyes at him, as though scanning him for any lies
Things are currently going fine, as far as I'm concerned. Somewhere along the line, I just couldn't bring myself to ask about Oliver. Perhaps, I was just too scared to do so. Scared of the outcome. I release a frustrated sigh, rubbing a palm down my face as I round up my routine at work. It's nearly been the end of the day, I should have been relieved of any negativity; but instead... I can't stop this gnawing feeling in my chest and mind. It feels like I would drown deeper if I don't clarify things right away. "Ughhh," I say letting out a frustrated groan. The rest of the day was awfully slow, no matter how hard I tried to concentrate."You sure you're okay?" I heard Miss Sasha ask from a distance, snapping me back to reality. I turn to her with wide eyes, "Yeah, I think so." I insist, doing my best to focus this time.However, my mood still didn't change, even after the closing hours. With a grumpy expression, I approach Hayden's car. Fully aware that he was waiting for me in
Changing from dress to dress was exhausting, and the funny part?We bought more than one dress, well technically he bought them for me... but that's not the point. The point is, we went shopping for a dress, but came back with countless dresses.I sigh, carrying some bags as we near the car. He pauses, hands over the bags he was carrying to a guard; then he turns to me."I forgot something, I'll quickly go get it. You get in, I'll be with you soon." He says, and without waiting for my reply he turns around swiftly and makes his way back. I slowly shut my mouth, swallowing the words I wanted to say.I let the guards escort me back to the car, and watched them put the bags in the boot. Before opening the door to the passengers seat, and then slipping in, shutting the door after me.The driver gets in, while the guards remain standing at strategic positions to ensure my safety before Hayden returns. I sigh softly, turning away from the window, as the silence envelopes me while I wait for
Just like every normal work day, I had woken up early this morning. It took a lot of will power to drag myself out of bed, especially after the stress I had yesterday. I just couldn't shake off the cold tingling chills which run down my spine each time I'm around Loreen. Ever since she resumed work, I've spotted her staring intently at me. It felt off, it felt cringe... it felt like 'danger'. I sigh, eyes still on my reflection in the bathroom, my mind drifting to another problem. Then there's Hayden, who somehow managed to creep into my head and remain there. I just couldn't shake the feeling that things had changed a bit. Maybe it was the way he spoke to me or the way he was always there when I needed him. Whatever it was, a part of me is scared to find out. Especially after the ordeal with my dad as a child. The trauma of the abuse has left life long scars in my heart, because of that; I fear attachment of any kind. Specifically, to Hayden. I shake my head, clearing the clo
Third Person Pov: The silence in the car was awkward as they progressively drove to their destination. Hayden focuses on his tablet, the sound of his fingers moving on the keyboard filling the air. Thomas on the other hand, is busy on the phone. Sweat sliding down the poor driver's head. The silence was tense and thick, as thick as a blanket. Suddenly, Thomas locks his phone abruptly, turning to Hayden with a sluggish grin on his face. "Why do you look so uncomfortable?" Thomas teased. Despite Hayden's face remaining neutral, his body betrayed him. Thomas could see him stiffen for a moment. "What do you mean?" Hayden asks, voice slightly tense, as he focuses more intensely on his tablet. "I don't know...but; it seems you've gotten so used to her being in the same car as you." Thomas adds, whistling as he faces the window. Hayden stiffens, before baring his teeth at Thomas with a warning glare. "Mind your tongue, unless you want to show up in more than one piece." He
Third Person Pov: The ride was unusually long today. Though it didn't feel tense. It felt normal. Normal... It had become 'normal' to come to work everyday with River. Hayden had no idea how this had come to be. Either way, he was perfectly fine with it. With a sigh, he heard River shut the notebook infront of her. Before turning her eyes back to the window. She seemed... worried. Bothered even. He wanted to know what is was. What was bothering her too much? The strange feeling crawling back in his chest. That feeling he had, the one which felt like he wanted to take away all her pain; and erase anyone who caused her discomfort or harm. He couldn't stop himself, and he didn't know why. "Speak." He finally says, breaking the silence which had settled over them both for a while. His voice cutting through it like a clean blade. He could feel his driver tense, but fortunately the man didn't say or do anything stupid. River only sighed once more, peaking his curiosity
Eva I'm well aware of how bad the situation is, but this... isn't what I had expected. I haven't fully recovered my vision, for who knows how long? I was aware they were probably giving me sedatives to keep me from completely regaining my consciousness. I could only imagine where they had kept my sister and father. I could feel my eyes droop, the more I tried to keep them open. My hands and legs were tied to each side of the chair. I turn my head to the side with an agonising groan, the action alone taking a lot of energy from me. I force my eyes open one more time, trying to take in my surroundings. It seemed they had locked me away in a dark room. The carton boxes around making it look like an abandoned basement or storage room. I couldn't see any sign of my family here, and there was no sound from the environment to give off a hint of their current condition. This placed me in a panicked state, as I immediately began to thrash in the ropes I had been tied in. I needed to fin
It'd been a few days since Mr. Thomas had come to take me back. The question he had asked me that day still lingering in my mind. This morning, both I and Hayden had come to office together as usual. He had also smiled at me, before going up to his office. Even though, it was small it meant a lot. I couldn't erase it from my mind afterwards. Moments later, i found myself happily humming as I worked in the kitchen. Making sure to make the orders as quickly as I could without any delay. I was almost done rounding up the last order, when I heard a familiar voice call my name from behind. I pause, stiffening a bit, before turning around. I arc a brow in question, seeking answers from him for suddenly interrupting me. The guy who had called me was Jake. He had a jovial and naive personality being around him felt like a breath of fresh air. Though the little charisma he gave off, often reminded me of Eva more than i cared to admit. He clears his throat, stuttering before he speaks.
Third Person Pov: It was already time to go home for the night. River stiffens as the word hits her like a hard brick.'Home...'It just couldn't leave her mind. With a heavy sigh, she pulls the apron over her head. Ensuring to hang it where its meant to be, before reporting to Miss Sasha."I'll be on my way now. Take care, Miss Sasha." River says, peeking in through the wooden door, leading to Miss Sasha's office. She hums in reply. Her reading glasses were currently on, and her attention seemed fixated on the documents she was currently going through."Get home safely." Miss Sasha adds, finally lifting her eyes off the documents, and then turning to look at River.River blinks, taken aback by the sudden concern. With a nervous laugh, she brushes it off quickly. "I will." River says in reply, with a small smile.Getting her bag ready to walk out the door. Expecting to see Hayden, but instead... Its Mr. Thomas standing there, at the entrance; waiting for her. Arms crossed in a non-c
The silence in the room becomes palpable, as both Mr. Ron and Hayden approach us. "What happened to her?" Hayden asks Mira, who was still shaking in fear. She opens her mouth to answer but nothing comes out. Her hands were shivering. Just before Hayden could say anything more, I immediately step in. "I burnt myself." I blurt out and all eyes turn to me. Immediately, I regret the decision as I fight the urge to shrink back into the couch. As though Hayden read my thoughts, his eyes softened as they stared at me. Just for a split second. The switch was so fast, it got me confused. I open my mouth to say something else, but Mr. Ron cuts me off. "How could you be so careless?" I hear him ask, as Hayden approaches me. My mind goes blank as I watch him grab the first aid kit, before kneeling beside me. Both Mr. Ron's and Mira's eyes widen at this. I on the other hand, didn't know what to make of the gesture. "Show me where you're hurt." he tells me. His voice is so soft and gentle
It was a weekend today, and I still couldn't get over the nightmare I had had the night before. Taking slow steady steps down the stair case, I savor the silence in my environment, as I slowly approach the kitchen. I could hear the sounds of cutleries clashing against each other, fully aware that Mr. Ron's daughter was currently present. Pausing for a moment, I take a small deep breath, making sure to put on a smile before making my way in. "Hey.." I greet with a small wave. Her eyes light up the moment she locks eyes with me, "Good timing, I need your help." She exclaimed. Dumping a spatula in the sink as she quickly goes over to check on whatever she had on the gas. "umm.. sure." I say a bit weakly, but do my best to brush off the pain and heaviness in my chest as I set to work. Moving over to the sink to wash out the dirty dishes. I don't wait for her to tell me what else was needed. I go as far as drying the plates and take my time to neatly arrange them before carefully cl