REVENGE and TEMPTATIONS

Fear. That was the emotion that hovered over my head as I stared at the paper in my hand. My doubting gaze found that of my best friend and personal doctor, Nova who mirrored my expression. She understood. She had to. We had gone through this scene six times already. The tears I had been trying to keep at bay finally broke through and my vision became blurry as my eyes scanned through the words printed on the paper. A stray tear dropped on the paper, and I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand to make sure another didn’t fall. The result wouldn’t change but I couldn’t help but read it again and again. I needed to make sure it wasn’t a dream. My emotions were conflicting. I didn’t know if I wanted this result to be a reality or a dream. I was pregnant. Again. And it was going to be my seventh pregnancy in four years, all of which never passed the first trimester. The happiness I was supposed to feel with the news had been replaced by panic. My throat was tight and I was aware

I felt like glass as I stood to the side and watched from behind my dark shades as Dad’s coffin was lowered to the ground. I was still finding it difficult to come to terms with it even though reality slapped me hard in the face with the scene in front of me. Dad was gone and he wasn’t coming back. I tipped my head back to stop the tears that were about to fall but my efforts were futile as a stray tear dropped down my cheek, betraying me. It had been three long and painful weeks since Nova found me and delivered the worst news to me. Everything had been a blur up till now. My grip on Nova’s hand tightened painfully but she didn’t say a word of protest. Instead, she rubbed circles at the back of my hand with her fingers. She hadn’t left my side since then and I was grateful for it. If she had not been present, I would have probably lost my mind. Sniffing brought my attention to the side where Silas, Blair and Sabrina stood with fake tears streaming down both women’s faces. I could

FIVE YEARS LATERMy eyes glided over the familiar view of San Francisco as the plane descended, causing my stomach to tie into knots and nausea to hit me harder than a storm. Memories I thought were buried assaulted me like the smell from a lively kitchen only this time, it made my stomach churn. It was supposed to be easy to be back since I thought I was stronger but I guess my supposed new strength was all in my head. I wanted to say that I was back home, but could I still consider this place that was the cause of my nightmares my home? I shivered involuntarily as the plane finally stopped and the door was opened for passengers to exit. I remained seated as the other passengers hurried out of the plane to unite with family members or friends. It felt like I could hear the blood rushing through my veins and I was hesitant to move. I should have allowed Nova to pick me up instead of meeting up at the house. Maybe it would have helped but I needed to do something first. “You’ll

I sat stiffly at the back of the car as Shiro drove us to the penthouse. The muscles in my shoulders were rigid, it felt like the stiffness was clawing up my throat almost making it impossible to breathe. Unshed tears made my golden-brown eyes shimmer as I let my gaze trail the buildings passing by in a blur.The words Davian had thrown at me so casually hit me harder than a train wreck and I was struggling to balance myself before I toppled over.I thought I knew what humiliation was after what Blair and Silas did to me, but Davian showed me that it had different flavours, and his version left a bitter and unforgettable taste in my mouth.“I’m assuming it didn’t go well” Shiro spoke, and I met his eyes in the mirror. There was no judgement in his eyes because that was who he was. He would never judge me. We hadn’t spoken since I ran to the car, like a puppy with its tail between its leg. He drove off without any question and I thought there wouldn’t be any.I didn’t even have to conf

Davian hasn’t said a word since I arrived and I could sense a little bit of irritation in his posture as he ate. The clinking of our cutlery was the only sound in the empty restaurant.Davian was showing off. That had to be the only explanation as to why he would reserve the entire top floor of one of the most expensive restaurants in San Francisco. And yes, I did my research when he sent me the invitation yesterday.I may have arrived a few minutes late but I didn't think it was something that should warrant such a cold shoulder. His behaviour was slowly pissing me off. He was acting like I begged him to be here.Well, I did but he chose to send me a message for us to meet so I don’t know why he was acting like he would rather be somewhere else than sitting across from me and acting like I didn't exist.The only reason I was biting my tongue and holding back my words was because of what I needed from him. Until I got his name signed on the marriage certificate, I was willing to let