MasukKlara leaned against the door frame with her arms crossed and stared at her brother who is desperate to win back his love. Her lips stretched a little and unknowingly her eyes pictured Ralph in the place of Lucas. With roses in his hands, apologizing her for his sins and crouching down before her on his knees….but her mood darkened instantly as her memories flood back to the time where she almost lost her baby girl.
The very same day she lost the hope to live after Ralph mercilessly left her alone to fend for herself and at the same time she’s desperate to save her baby. She loathed Ralph for his betrayal and cruelty. She cried and cried despite Ric’s pleas and condition until she passed out in the burning farm house. She didn’t know what happened after that and all she could remember was Ralph turning his back on her and how he left her and her baby to die in the flames. She caressed her belly recalling the past and thought about the days she’s abandoned by Ralph. When she woke up from her slumber it’s already been two days since that incident happened and she’s in her room, in her home in Cylantra getting treatment for her injuries. The most shocking thing was, the first person she saw after opening her eyes was father Louis. Though she’s astonished to see him, her brain worked quickly and assumed the reason for his arrival. He’d known what Ralph did to her which pushed him out of his shell and here he was, out in the light with bare faced shocking everyone. Her family might had lost their senses after seeing him alive. She got a lot to ask Louis but before that she should know about her baby. She placed her left hand on her abdomen as the other hand had an IV drip and looked at Louis who sat on the edge of the bed facing her. He gave her a forced smile understanding her concern and nodded his head confirming her baby’s existence. His assurance was like an elixir for her and she heaved a sigh and let her tears out silently. Thank god!! Her baby’s alive. She didn’t know how to express her joy at the moment and only let her tears fall, drenching the pillow beneath her. Nothing else mattered to her as long as her baby’s safe. After few seconds of caressing her belly to feel her baby she finally shifted her attention to the people around her. Her dad and brother were standing at the foot of the bed while her mother was weeping sitting beside her on the other side of the bed. She wandered her eyes around the room but didn’t find Trupiano’s and she didn’t want to face them either because they remind her of Ric who was the main reason for her downfall. Speaking of Ric, where’s he? As long as she remembered he’s shot in the abdomen by Ralph. Though she’s angry with him for hurting her she couldn’t let him die. She turned her eyes to Louis and tried to speak but Lucas stepped forward and told her something that destroyed her world. What the F did he just say? She sat up slowly with the help of her mother and glared at Lucas as if she’s looking at him for the very first time. He said…he said she’s carrying Ric’s child. It’s a bullshit!! Bullshit!!! How can he doubt her like Ralph did? How can he not trust her? Her dad and Louis grabbed Lucas to take him out but she didn’t let them because something triggered in her like she’s possessed by something and without thinking twice she slapped Luc for doubting her baby’s identity and clutched his collar demanding explanation for spouting nonsense. The needle at the back of her hand stung badly but she didn’t care. Her patience died down and the last thread of her sanity broke when Ralph pushed her limits by accusing her of cheating and she’s not letting Lucas to poke her sore spot. Not when her baby’s still alive and can hear whatever her brother or others would say. She definitely wouldn’t let anyone doubt her baby’s identity. Not anymore. But her brother didn’t understand her concern. He knew what happens if he tells her the truth as he’s thinking that she has right to know what’s inside her. He also thought that since she’s still in her early stage of pregnancy, she can get rid of the thing that’s growing in her against her will. And when he told her about everything that happened on the night of Freya’s kidnap, she’s beyond shocked. Every cell in her body screamed to object Lucas but nothing came out of her mouth as she stared at her brother. She tightened her hold on Luc’s collar and shook her head continuously in denial. What on earth did Ric plan to do by impregnating her? Was he in his senses when he asked Freya to….? She let go of Lucas and clutched her hair in distress. First it’s Ralph who accused her of having an affair behind his back and disregarded her baby and now even her brother is doubting her but she knew the baby belongs to Ralph. She can feel it. There is no way she’s carrying someone else’s child. She needs to prove who her baby belongs to. She’s just recovered from her almost miscarriage but to get to the bottom of his brother’s words and to find out the truth she flew to Wartland along with Lucas to confront Freya. She can’t live in peace unless she cleared her brother’s suspicion so she had to approach Freya who her brother hated to the core and was unwilling to meet. The poor Freya fled back to her cousin Aiden after Lucas ruthlessly broke her heart and was undergoing therapy sessions to overcome PTSD. It’s natural Klara thought as she knew what it’s like to survive a life threatening situation and she too thought to attend therapy sessions after going back to Cylantra as her baby needs a peaceful environment and clear heart to grow healthy. With this thought in mind she knocked on Freya’s front door and in seconds the door was opened from inside. Lucas moved his eyes away from Freya and turned his back instantly not willing to face her. His heart thumped against his chest rapidly with just a glimpse of her but he cannot waver least bit after what she’d done to his sister. ‘You let me down Freya. I can’t love you anymore’ Freya was mortified to see Roselli siblings at her doorstep but she didn’t avoid them rather welcomed them with a warm yet distant smile. Lucas didn’t appreciate her efforts as he had his back to her and didn’t step into her home either. He only gestured his sister to get over with her purpose of visiting Freya and waited outside but his ears focused on the conversation between Klara and Freya. “Are you here to taunt me like your brother?” Freya asked pouring a glass of water and gave it to Klara but Klara didn’t take it as she’s not in the mood to accept formalities. She needs truth. Period. Lucas who was outside clenched his fists hearing Freya’s mocking words. Why does she sound bitter when she’s the one who was at fault? The audacity of her to keep the door open so that he can hear them. Did she think he’d melt his heart and forgive her because of her honey words? No way! But poor Lucas didn’t know that it’s Klara who kept the door open so that he could hear their conversation. If there’s an award ceremony organised for misunderstanding king, of course Lucas will win the award without a doubt.Daisy was an orphan, suffered in her teens because of an abusive boyfriend but after meeting Louis, she felt alive all over again but he was already married to Julia and she suppressed her feelings. Then she met Matthew and her whole life changed ever since. She got married, found a beautiful family, had an adorable son who she raised pouring all her love but her castle collapsed when Klara rejected her son for Ralph.Enrico rebelled and fought against Ralph but at last he was defeated and disappeared without a clue. She knew her son was at fault but how can a mother say that out loud? When she was alone, her thoughts drifted back to the past, stimulating her nerves and her old sickness returned. She’s taking medicines to keep her sanity at bay but she didn’t know how long she can survive on medication. Before she loses her mind, she wishes to see her son and wants to live the best life she can. Louis who is playing with goldie beside Daisy frowned, hearing her words. J
“Say grandpa.”Louis’ voice echoed in the empty corridor as he headed towards his room with the little goldie securely wrapped in his arms. The kids are getting ready for the ball, so he took the initiative to look after his adorable granddaughter. And he is loving every bit of it. “Say it. Say it.”He tickled the little girl, holding her up on his shoulders just like he carried little Klara back in old days and laughed along with her. “Dada! Dada!”No matter how many times they tried, goldie only said ‘DADA’. It’s likes she is reminding everyone about her father’s absence, especially to annoy her mother he guess. “She’s not old enough to say grandpa Louis.”He turned around hearing Daisy’s voice and smiled at her while the little girl kept pulling his hair and she’s having loads of fun, when he reacts to her actions. Such a lovely granddaughter she is, he thought and tickled her again. “Haha! Daisy.”He laughed heartily when goldie smacked his head with her tiny hands an
“Are you not coming to the ball?”Milo asked the man who stood outside the Onyx, probably waiting for master’s arrival. In the morning, Dylan took the bitch to the graveyard as per her request and returned by afternoon while he took master to his secret den, where they are running search operations for a mysterious person. “No.”Dylan answered, checking the time on his wrist watch. Four more hours. Till the ball lasts. Perfect. His nonchalant reply annoyed Milo and gritted his teeth, blocking Dylan’s path. What’s so great about his actions? Helping the bitch who once broke their hearts? Fucking bullshit!“Don’t tell me you are going to spend the night with the bitch?”He snarled making Dylan frown. Milo’s tone is harsh and humiliating but he’s not going to steep to Milo’s level. He has better things to do than participate in his ridiculous verbal war. “Milo!”Milo lost his temper when Dylan still remained motionless even after his provocation. What Dylan did this morning
The hour’s hand moved past five, fifteen minutes ago and still the ladies in the room couldn’t decide their outfits for the upcoming night. “How do I look Klara?”Freya who covered her eyes with the glittery black eagle eyed mask, looked at her reflection in the mirror and shook her head as a no before taking it off and picked up another one from the table beside her where a bunch of colourful masks in variety of designs laid for the ladies on it in a row. “I think I should go with the silver one.”She put the mask before her eyes but it seemed to dull her complexion. She clicked her tounge, annoyed by the fact that she couldn’t find a damn mask that suits her look for the night. “No! Maybe gold.”With a little shook of her head, she held another mask in the place of silver one and her lips curled into a satisfying smile. “Perfect!”The gold mask did not just elevate her skin tone but also complimented her white bodycon dress with a slit that ended above her left knee, sho
The darkness loomed over the place as night fell and the cool breezes from the open window hit the couple nestling on the bed.The sound of clock ticking occupied the serene silence between them until the man pulled away from the cosy hug and started dressing up. “Are you leaving soon? It’s not even dawn.”Came a soft, honey like voice from behind, halting his actions but the pause only lasted for a second before Enrico put on his clothes, his movements neither slow nor fast but calculated. “You should get more sleep. Don’t you have a ball to attend?”His stern voice confused Amina Khan, who sat up supporting her sore body on the headboard and covered her naked self with the sheets but all the time she kept staring at him with her furrowed brows. “Are you mad at me Enrico?”She asked after a brief silence as she slowly realized the reason for his change in mood. He was all over her moments ago and made love to her passionately like he always does but now he is acting distant
The rest of the day went by quickly and it’s time for Klara to leave. The sky turned orange, spreading the gold hue on the couple standing at the door way of the Onyx. “Can’t you stay?”Ralph asked as he wrapped his hands around Klara’s waist and kissed her temple with so much yearning. He didn’t want her to leave yet. He just couldn’t let her go. As the days neared to his daughter’s birthday, the tension in his heart increased with each passing second. There is no lead from Ric and Faisal Khan and the situation isn’t favourable anymore. He let Ric out as a bait to catch the big fish but still there is no moment from the foe. It’s like the bastard is watching him from the shadows while he’s running in a maze without knowing the way out. For the first time in his life, his hands are tied with an invisible rope. He couldn’t predict the enemy’s move or strategy. It’s like he’s playing in the ground alone with his opponent in the dark. He’s scared. Helpless. Scared







