~Aria~
I sat on a table at the far end of the bar, two bottles of beer and an already almost empty bottle in front of me. I refilled the cup trying to find solace in the alcohol. If everything was to betray me at least alcohol wouldn't, I thought to myself. Or would it? My mind drifted back to the disastrous meeting we just had at the boardroom this evening before I found myself at this bar. I could still see that arrogant smirk on Darren’s face as he told the shareholders I was mentally unfit to lead the company and also a fraud. He had papers. Falsified. Polished. Legal. My own signature had even been forged on those papers. They clapped for him. The very people my father hired had turned their backs against me. I let out a bitter laugh as I gulped down the remaining beer in the cup. I could feel the room starting to spin around me, blurring my vision as I refilled my cup again and again. I blinked hard and tried to stand up but my legs felt wobbly like jelly, causing me to stumble backwards. I immediately supported myself with the bar stool, trying to stabilize myself but my hand slipped and I could feel my body going for a heavy fall Shit I cursed under my breath. A firm hand caught me, stopping me from falling and hitting my butt on the ground. I turned abruptly to this stranger and was met with two piercing blue eyes and a lazy smirk that sent shivers down my spine. Those eyes looked familiar, was that Darren? Had he come to find me? Maybe, Darren had finally realized his mistake and had come to get me. I tried to get a close look at his face but the flashing lights at the bar weren’t helping as they distorted my vision more. “ Are you alright?” He asked, his voice low and thick with so much baritone. Oh no, that isn’t Darren’s voice. I muttered, feeling all my hopes dashed “What did you say?” The stranger asked again, edging closer to me. I felt his breath on my skin. “ I-I…” I stuttered, unable to respond to him due to the effect of the alcohol. I staggered a little and leaned against him His arm tightened around my waist, keeping me steady “Come on, let's get you out of here.” I shouldn't have obliged. I should have said no, I should have pushed him away But I didn't, instead I let him lead me out the door. The night air brushed against my skin, but it did little to clear the haze in my mind. He guided me into a car, which I assumed was his and he immediately drove out of the bar. The next thing I knew, I was gently guided into a room. The room was dimly lit with the moonlight seeping through the window being the only source of illumination. I could only see a shadow of his face but I could feel his gaze burning into me, the air thick with unspoken tension surrounding us. He moved slowly towards me, taking me into his arms. I should have stepped back but I didn't. “I should go” he said, about to turn away from me “No, please don’t leave me here” I whispered, holding his arm His lips brushed my neck as his finger traced my arm, trickling down to my waist. He grabbed it gently and pulling me towards him. My breath hitched, my chest pounded. My body responded before my brain could process anything, arching to his every touch. I moaned lightly, “hmmm..” as his tongue rolled on my nipple “You’re mine tonight” he whispered huskily, his lips brushing my ears And with that, I lost every sense of awareness and melted into his touch. ____________ The sunlight pierced through the blinds across the large French window, burning against my skin. A soft groan escaped my lips as I pulled myself up to sit on the bed while opening my eyes slowly. “ Argh” I held my head, feeling a slight headache due to the alcohol I had last night. My eyes immediately caught onto my clothes lying on the floor. In fright, I yanked the blanket that was hovered over me. I was naked. I turned my head sharply to the side but there was no one. Shit, what have I done? what have I done? I rushed out of the bed as quickly as I could, throwing my dress on. I dashed out of the room, making sure no trace of me was left behind. As soon as I stepped outside the hotel, the bustling sounds on the road slapped me back to reality as I raced to the bar. Luckily my car was still intact at the bar. I jumped in, kickstarted the engine and sped off. Panic surged through me. My sweaty palms held my steering wheel tightly. Oh god, what have I done, my chest pounding as I accelerated my car down the road. I raked my hand through my hair, licking my lips to keep them from quivering. After what seemed to be an eternity ride, I finally reached the mansion, pulled into the garage and headed for the main entrance door. As soon as I stepped in, I was met with my luggages and belongings thrown out. My clothes, my shoes, everything was scattered across the porch like garbage. What the hell?! Why are my things– A slow rhythmic clap echoed behind me, I tilted my head towards the direction And there she was. Laurel. Standing with her arms crossed as she leaned against the door frame, her expression unreadable. “Took you long enough” she slurred, her beautiful manicured fingers tapping against her arm. “Laurel, what the hell is this?” Seeing her standing there with that annoying smirk on her face made my blood boil. “Why are my things scattered on the floor outside?” She laughed without answering me, making me arch my eyebrows in confusion. “ Are you going to answer me or not?” “Oh my sweet loving Aria, you're actually slower than I thought” she said mockingly, walking towards me and stopping abruptly in front of me. “This? This is a goodbye letter” A goodbye letter? What was she even talking about? After what I saw yesterday I don't have the time to be exchanging words with a betrayer. “Move, I want to see Darren” “No darling, Darren is in our room and I'm not going anywhere” In our room. I inhaled deeply, closing my eyes for a few seconds to calm the storm raging inside me. “ Laurel, get out of my way or I'll make you regret it” I said in a threatening voice. She didn’t budge. She stood straight like a vulture, guarding its nest from invaders. I had never seen Laurel this way. I always thought we had each other's backs, I thought she was my sister. Another hysterical laughter escaped her lips, hurting more than the first one. “ Omg, you still don't get it?” I stared at her, a big frown plastered on my face. What was she trying to insinuate. “You were nothing but a pawn all along”~Aria~‘Forgive me this once dear Lord, and save me please’ I muttered under my breath, holding the knife tightly to my chest and praying silently that it should not be Darren.“Chef Aria?” a voice called out Who was that? It didn’t sound like Darren’s all-too familiar voice but it still sounded really familiar. “You stayed late again because you’re making your new recipes.” the person remarked light-heartedly “Gerald?” I questioned, unsure.“Yes ma’am. I saw your car still parked here and decided to come check.” He replied, waving his flashlight at me.Oh, thank goodness. It was Gerald, the gatekeeper. I heaved a deep sigh of relief.“Oh, Gerald. You know how it is with me sometimes. I have to make those recipes to keep our restaurant up to par.” I replied with a half-baked smile, looking around to confirm he was alone.“Ma’am you work too hard, you should rest also.” He responded.“I will, Gerald. I’ll be on my way now.” I said, entering my car quickly.“Alright ma’am, stay safe.
EIGHT MONTHS EARLIER ~Aria~The raindrops chattered loudly on the pavement outside the kitchen windows. I was in the back room of the restaurant training the newly employed staff how to fold the table napkins neatly when Claire, the assistant chef, barged in with her phone in hand.“Did you hear?” she said, her eyes wide. “The restaurant’s new owner is live on Texas Times.”I froze.Darren Maxwell “Waiittt..” I said slowly. “What’s he saying?”Claire scrolled her phone for a second and turned the screen to me.There he was.That smug, polished face in a finely-tailored suit as usual, seated calmly on a two-seater couch in the live interview.‘Darren Maxwell acquires a signature stake of ownership in another restaurant in Central County. Promises to be in the restaurants to start overseeing the operations by himself.’ The host of the show remarked.Everything inside me went numb. My knees nearly buckled at the sight of him.So he would now be present in the restaurant and I would hav
~Aria~My heart pounded so hard I was sure that Claire seated beside me could hear the loud thumps it made. I could barely breathe.My throat went dry, and my legs threatened to give way as I looked from the man standing beside Pa Rogers to the one seated at the table across me.There were two of them.Two.Same face. Same sharp jawline. Same piercing eyes. But something was different. The man at the door carried himself with so much confidence that didn’t need to be performed. So effortless and powerful. He didn’t need to announce his presence in any room for the people there to feel it. The man I was married to always made me feel cold, but this one… this one radiated heat that made my skin feel warm.My ex-husband who had been talking before the other man walked in, went silent. He shifted slightly in his seat, his head was dipped a bit low, his fingers twitching against the edge of the table.What was happening?I blinked, and my mind searched for answers in its memories. My mind
~Darren~The moment I looked up and saw a young lady walking out of the kitchen in her well-fitted apron and hair tied up in a messy bun, the smirk plastered on my face disappeared and my grip tightened on the wine glass. Is that Aria? It can’t be. What would she be doing here, she is not supposed to be here. It’s been six years since I last saw her, and I thought she had disappeared completely from the earth.My jaw tightened and I immediately straightened up in my seat, masking my thoughts with a stern look, my gaze unfazed.I wouldn’t let her see the surprise on my face.She kept walking towards me and stopped right in front of the table, but there was something different about her. She looked tired, yes. But she also seemed… fierce.She wasn’t as timid as I remembered. My eyes scanned through her from head to toe like she was a threat and then our eyes locked.“We meet again, Mr. Maxwell.” She said firmly, her voice wasn’t trembling and her eyes stayed fixed on mine.I expected t
~Aria~ My life was a mess. After the shame and humiliation I went through, I locked myself in my room for two days straight. I barely ate, barely moved. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was the way my late parents looked at me, the way my father looked at me.I had failed him and my mother. I had jeopardized their hard work and fed it to those vipers.I was a failure. Curled up in my misery I decided to just lay there, expecting the worst to come. After all, there was nothing left.But my grandmother wouldn't let me drown in it. She kept knocking, kept calling my name, kept forcing me to remember that I wasn't alone, that I had a baby now, a life growing in me.When I finally stepped out of the room, I felt like a ghost of myself. My body was weak and worn out, the morning sickness had kicked in, making everything worse.I caught my reflection in the mirror hung on the corridor, I barely recognised the girl staring back. I couldn’t even remember the last time I gave my
~Aria~The cold wind bit against my skin as I drove down the lonely road, I gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white.The dusty town of Bedias looked exactly as I remembered it, plain, dry, and almost as quiet as a graveyard. I could have bet the whole town could hear me sniffling inside my car right now.No not now, not now. Tears threatened to pour down my cheeks.I had nothing left in Houston. My reputation was in ruins thanks to my husband and my so-called sister and friend who had turned their backs on me and worst of all, I was being discarded by my own family. Staying there was no longer an option.The only place I could feel a little safety from everyone and everything was home in Bedias, where my Nana was.By the time I had arrived at my grandmother's house the evening sky was already at its peak, illuminating a mix of orange and red hues showing that the day was already coming to an end I pulled up in front of a familiar small, wooden house. It hadn't cha