~Aria~
The tires’ humming sounds were the only thing I could hear apart from my heartbeat pounding due to anger. I kept driving with no destination in mind. Laurel's words echoed in my mind like a constant alarm clock, sharp and fluent: “You were nothing but a pawn all along” How could Laurel do this to me?! I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles almost white but I didn't care. Stepping my foot harder on the pedal I gritted my teeth, accelerating faster past the stream of city lights which became blurry in sight. If I had heard those words from Darren, it wouldn't have hurt this much. But it was from Laurel, the innocent, timid friend that I would do anything for just to see her happy. All that didn't matter anymore, that line had been crossed. I was stranded and hopeless now, especially since all my accounts had been frozen by the Feds because of the ongoing investigation of the fraud scandal which Darren was solely responsible for. Argh Darren! I despise him even so much more now. At this point, I was left with no choice but to go to my father’s house. The last place I wanted to be. I made a U-turn, headed there and soon arrived at the gold-coated gates of the Luxen family house, which stood tall and imposing. The cameras scanned through my face just before the gates opened widely, allowing me to drive in. “Welcome home, young mistress” the butler, Adam, politely greeted. “Thank you, Adam.” I forced a smile to cover the hurt I felt inside even though I knew the news must have gotten to him. He complied, also forming a reassuring smile. “Young master and madam are waiting for you in the garden” I smiled wryly, thanking him and advancing further into the compound while he sorted out my suitcases. By now the news must have circulated widely, the only news I'm not sure would have reached everybody was the fact that I was no longer with Darren Maxwell. All I can think of now is how my stepmother, Mariah Luxen would react to this news after realizing I had returned home with nothing. I took a deep breath before pushing the floral-adorned wooden door leading to the garden. Forcing the most polite smile I could muster up I said, “Evening Mother” “The prodigal daughter finally returns ” Joe Luxen, my brother or rather half brother arrogantly mocked. I rolled my eyes not glancing at him. I didn't have time for his constant bullying right now. Ever since we were kids he had always had this passion for always causing problems for me. And I wasn't even in the mood for any of his theatrics right now. I just focused on my stepmother whom I call mother. Her eyes were fixed on some beauty magazine she was holding, not paying any attention to me and acting as if I was a nuisance. “Evening Mother” I greeted again but she still didn't answer, so I moved closer and greeted her again but instead she snapped at me. “How dare you call me your mother you unfilial child of a snake” Her words never seem to get less hurtful over the years, hitting my every nerve sharp and deep. I should be used to her scrutinies by now, but it always hurts every time especially when all I got in return for the love and respect I had for her was a pond of hatred thrown towards me every single time. I swallowed hard, pushing down the lump in my throat. " Mother, I -" "Don't you dare call me that!" She said sharply, slamming the beauty magazine she was so in-depth with a while ago on the table. "Do you have any idea how much shame you've brought upon this family? You so-called daughter of the Luxen family, abandoned like a stray dog and worst of taking the company your father worked for so long down with your stupidity. How dare you show your face in front of me?" I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out, just a dry ache, so dry that I couldn’t even utter a single word. I wanted to tell them it wasn't me who did everything, that it was all Darren's fault but Joe's sudden mocking laughter caught me off guard. "What? Darren finally saw how worthless you're and finally tossed you out like trash that you are." My eyes flickered a little, tears welling up as if I could burst into tears any minute from now. What was I expecting, that I would find solace or support here? Who was I kidding? I straightened up, my hands balled up in a fist, I wouldn't give Joe or anyone the satisfaction of seeing me break. I looked up at my stepmother whose cold eyes were void of any emotions right now. I now understood my situation, I wasn't going to get help here so why bother asking for permission? "I didn't come here to beg," I said, my voice steady, shadowing the chaos inside me. "This is my house too." Mariah scoffed, rising gracefully from her seat. She strided towards me her shoulders squared and her gaze locked on me. She was oozing so much aura of authority which she wore like an amour. "Your home?" She laughed menacingly, “Oh please, you better think again. What status do you have in your name? A failed marriage and a tarnished reputation? You're nothing!” She shouted out loud at my face, her main aim was to plaster the word to my face which she did. I smiled wryly, the tears I had fought to keep in check resurfacing again. “Pack your things and get out of here.” The words dropped from her mouth so easily causing another drop of tears to roll down my cheeks. “Mom I -” Before I could finish my sentence I suddenly felt a stinging sound in my ear, my eyes widening as her palm landed harshly on my face, making me feel a slight headache. “Don't you ever call me that again! I said get out” After regaining my composure, I turned my face to her smiling, and without a word I dashed out of the garden straight to my car. If I wasn't welcomed here I might as well not stay. I gave the house one final look as I shook my head before driving off. If everyone has deserted me someone won't. If no one else would stand by me… then I’d stand by myself. After much crying and singing off the top of my voice along to the loud music blasting from the stereo of the car for several hours, I arrived at a sign: Welcome to Bedias, Texas~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