Se connecterLiora. "What are you doing here, Seris Quinn?" I questioned, doing everything I could to contain my anger, yet my voice still trembled with the purest of rage. It had been months since I last saw her. I thought my hatred for her was gone; I was wrong. The sight of her face, and that fake smile stretching her lips, had all the pain I had spent months trying to forget surging back to me, and I clenched my fingers, tightly The Quinns had betrayed me. They had abused me for years, and as much as the truth hurt, what totally shattered me was Seris' betrayal. She had me fooled for years. While every other Quinn hated me,Seris made me believe that I still had her. For years, I had seen her as a sister, a close confidant, yapping to her over and over about how I couldn't wait to marry Tavian, telling her about the number of children that I planned to have with Tavian. And what did she do when I least expected it? She stubbed me on the back in the cruellest way possible. And
Third Person "You are the reason she got separated from her family, after all, Soren." Reagan sneered, his jaws flexing with anger. At Reagan's words, Soren stayed still, quietly observing him, and for a moment, something that closely resembled surprise flickered in his eyes before a frown settled on his lips. For a suffocating second, no one said anything, as the two who used to be best friends stared at each other, their gazes heated with everything they weren't saying. Finally, Soren nodded, with disappointment framing his features. Maybe he had been disappointed by Reagan's betrayal. Maybe the fallout had taken him by surprise, but what seemed to have finally broken his heart were Reagan's final words. He had finally crossed the line, it seemed... "Get out, now!" At the end, Soren ordered, his eyes deep red, his fingers resting on the gun around his waist, raw anger rolling off his entire being. "For the sake of our past relationship, I will let you go, Reagan
Third Person. "Open it, Reagan Clark!" Soren stated, his lips pulled up into a mocking smile, his eyes deep and piercing as he looked at the man he had known as his best friend and brother for years. There were traces of disbelief on his face too, as if he couldn't believe that they were there. For a moment, Reagan hesitated, fingers shaking briefly as he held the folders. "What is in here?" His voice came out strained as he asked, with poorly masked traces of panic painting his features. "Stop wasting my time, Mr Clark. How will you know if you don't open it?" Soren asked, impatience rolling off his tongue. "Fine!" Reagan snapped, then tore open the envelope in one swift motion. "What.. What?" After seeing the contents on the first page, Reagan's eyes went round with shock before he stuttered out, instinctively taking a few steps back, as if he couldn't wait to create distance between him and Soren. Unbothered by Reagan's reaction, Soren took unhurried steps to the
Liora "Look who finally decided to show up." A voice cut in, momentarily making Soren pause in his tracks. It was vaguely familiar, and out of pure curiosity, I lifted my head from Soren's chest, locking eyes with the familiar figure. It was Reagan Clark, a very a famous name in the country. He was a rich heir from one of the rich families in the capital, and also, Soren's best friend. Although he wasn't unfamiliar to me, it was the first time I was seeing him in person,I had only seen him in the news and the finance magazines, after all. While Soren was cold and unapproachable, Reagan Clark was the opposite, refined, and effortlessly easygoing. Unlike the many times that I had seen him smile in the news though, the current him looked like an ice pool, almost like a bomb, about to explode. When our gazes locked, his eyes deepened, almost in scrutiny, then his eyes softened, before he flashed me a smile, charming, like the heartbreaker he was. Yes. Aside from being a
Liora. It felt like yesterday when Soren and I landed on the private Island. Back then, our relationship was rocky, the kind that forced you to stay on your toes every other second. Back then, I had to be extra careful around him- how I talked, how I sat, and how long I stared, afraid of upsetting him, or even worse, breaking the contract terms. And again, two weeks ago, I was scared to let him know that I had fallen in love with him. But now, after two weeks of sleeping next to each other, limbs tangled and breaths mixed, all that- the contract and the need to be cautious around him was forgotten. Now, the two of us were practically inseparable. It was weird how many things could change in a span of just two weeks. And just like that, our two-week honeymoon break was over. As I sat next to him in his private jet, I couldn't help but get emotional. Those were the best two weeks of my life. Spending time with Soren, the quiet and peaceful sunset moments, the delicious b
Liora. "Are you disappointed that I didn't regain my memories like you had hoped by telling me all that?" My voice was a little low, barely masked sadness coating it as I asked. I didn't even lift my head to look at Soren. My eyes were glued on the steak on my plate, and yet, I couldn't even see it. My mind was far away, and my thoughts were muddled. "Are you sad?" Instead of answering my question, Soren asked, his voice so deep that against my better judgment, I lifted my head to look at him. Heavens! He had a way with his voice. Even in the middle of an emotional disaster, I couldn't help but get distracted. And to answer his question? Well, I gave him a feeble nod, very unconvincing. Who was I kidding? I was more than just sad. I was heartbroken. I had hoped to regain my memories sooner, know my roots, and revisit my relationship with Soren, back then. Yet, even after the outlined images, and everything, my mind was still blank, beautifully vacant of the truth that I w
Liora. A deep and pounding headache yanked me awake, and I stirred groggily from my sleep. Deep silence stretched heavily in the room, not the usual calming silence, but the kind that buzzed deep into your scalp. My body felt weak, fatigued, like I'd been run over by a speeding truck. An
Liora. Outside, the air was still the same, cold, just the way I liked it, and yet, I didn't get the familiar comfort it used to give. The snow was falling, Christmas lights flickered, merry Christmas songs weaved softly in the air, cars passed by, hooting, honking, and my eyes stung just f
Liora Quinn Christmas had always been my favourite season, and I couldn't exactly explain why. Maybe it was about the calm in the air, the soul-soothing Christmas songs, the fairytale-like snow drifting lazily through the air, or, maybe, it was about the cosy Christmas nights Tavian and I spen
Liora. After our last confrontation, the following weeks passed in a blur. You know? The same routine, interning at the elite company that the Quinns paid for me to attend, playing the perfect daughter, donating blood for Seris, organising their upcoming grand engagement party, and most impo







