Mag-log inHe reached her hand, this time gripping them tighter. “Listen to me, Kate. Charles loves you…”. “Then why did he get married to Rose?” She cut in, eyes locking with his in despair. “Why would he do that if he loves me?” Vincent’s expression hardened slightly. “Did you see them together? Did you see the wedding happen”. “No”, she admired, her voice small. “But the woman said…” “Until we see it for ourselves, let’s not jump into conclusion. Alright?” She nodded, chewing on her lower lips to hold back more tears. “Vincy..”, she called softly, after she had calmed down a bit. “Yes, cherie?” He replied gently. “What if they really got married…. and Charles forgets his love for me?” He wrapped her hands in his, reassuring. “Whatever is meant for you will always come back to you no matter what. No one can take it away”. “Really?” She sniffled, desperate for something- anything - to hold onto that Charles would come back to her. Vincent was about to respond, but before h
Panic flickered across her face. The glass she was holding slipped from her hand, shattering on the tiles with a loud crash, breaking their eye contact. She wasn’t hallucinating. He really had called her Kate. “So, it is true”, Vincent sighed, licking his lower lips. His voice full of pain and maybe rage. Kate couldn’t tell for sure . But the disappointment on his face, was evident. “Charles might’ve been wrong to go behind your back to figure out the truth…” he said, his voice rising slightly, “…. but you’re just as wrong here for keeping all of us in the dark, Kate”. Kate flinched at the way he said her name. “We mourned you”, Vincent continued, running a hand down his face. “Prayed for your dead soul”, he chuckled bitterly. “Fuck! You were at your very own Remembrance Ceremony, Kate”. She stared down at her feet, unable to hold his gaze anymore. “Kate is dead”, she whispered. “She died in that car crash”. Vincent took long strides towards her, causing her to inst
MEANWHILE Rose stood in front of her closet, admiring the white dress hanging neatly. It was finally happening. Tomorrow. She would be Mrs Donovan not Taylor, not anyone else’s, hers. She chuckled, for once she had listened to Noel's advice and not plotted anything like she had intended and some crazy miracle happened. He had to be her good luck charm. The company was hers and soon she was going to be the mistress of the most influential family in the city.Everything was going better than she’d imagined. She swirled around in her room. A loud ringing cut through her happy moment. A mood turned sour immediately. She grabbed her phone from the bed, glaring at the caller ID. Stacy. It better be important. She snatched the phone. “What?” She snapped. “I know you told me not to call you at night unless it was urgent ..”, Stacy stammered. “Exactly”, Rose hissed. “Couldn’t whatever you wanted to say wait till tomorrow..” “It couldn’t… Ma”, Rosé brows furrowed at
The transferred shares are only effective when you’re with Charles”. She stared at him stunned for a moment. “What do you mean with Charles? Get married to him?” “That would even be better”, Gabriel answered with a grin. Kate sighed, her voice low. “What are you saying grandpa? He’s getting married to Rose in a few weeks”. “And the both of you love each other”, he cut in. Kate looked down, her eyes fixed on her entwined fingers. Her voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t think he loves me anymore”. “Nonsense! Mon Cherie. He loves you”, Gabriel said firmly, cupping her face to look at him. “Grandpa..”, she called softly, her face twisted in hesitation. “Yes, dear?” “How much did Charles love me in the past?” Gabriel frowned slightly but quickly put on a soft smile. He remembered- Charles had told him Kate still hadn’t remembered that part of her life. Maybe it was best that way. “Charles loved you so much”, he began, “and was ready to spend the rest of his life wi
THE NEXT MORNING Kate took a deep breath, her head resting on the steering wheel. “You’re strong, Kate”, she mumbled. “You aren’t getting jealous he’s getting married to Rose” Lies. All liess, a voice screamed in her head. She shook her head, to chase the voice away. It didn’t matter. She would walk into the office confidently, and show Charels she didn’t care. She pushed the door open stepped out of the car, and shut the door behind her, making her way to the entrance of the building. The glass doors slid open as he got closer. The air in the hall shifted. Curious gazes turned to the door. When they saw it was her, they stopped what they were doing and bowed their heads as she walked past to the elevator. Even with the news, they still treated her with respect. She hid her smirk, stepping into the elevator and pressing the button to the topmost floor. The doors were sliding shut when a hand suddenly appeared stopping it mid-way. The doors opened again, someone else
Another tired sigh escaped her lips, standing up. Catherine and Gracie rose to their feet. “Thank you, girls, for coming to check up on me. I really appreciate it”, “I hear a but coming up”, Gracie commented, crossing her arms. “But… I want to be alone right now”. Alrigh babe”, Catherine said with a sad pout, hugging her side. Gracie joined in, wrapping her arms around them. Kate offered a faint smile before gently pulling away and walking towards the stairs to her bedroom. She entered her room, making sure to double lock the door behind her. She collapsed onto the bed, burying her head into her pillow. A muffled scream escaped from her lips. She was the one who wanted to end things - so why did it hurt so much? #### MEANWHILE AT THE DONOVAN’S ESTATEThe air in the dining area was thick with tension, faces marked by disappointments, anger and disgust. And yet in all the chaos, one person smiled brightly. Charles wore a stoic expression. He’d rather be anyw







