“You are going to be my wife because of the agreement that your parents and my uncle Jack arranged. You can keep running your café business and I can make my uncle happy. It is a win-win situation for the both of us. Nothing's going to change really, you can do whatever you want and of course same goes with me. However, you are going to carry my surname. I won’t do anything to embarrass you and I expect that you will do the same.” I felt a knife stab my heart after saying those words, but it stung more when Lucy said “Of course, I completely understand. I know my role and I know my place. I may not be as rich as you are nor have the stage that you are on, but I am absolutely capable. Do not underestimate me Mr. Lowell or shall I say my future husband.”
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"RUN! CONNER RUN!" the voice in my head made me shut my eyes tight. "MOTHER! NO! I CAN'T!" the once ten-year-old Conner was torn between stepping towards the door to obey his mother's command or towards his mother lying on the floor crying, nose bleeding, body bruised from head to toe from the beatings of his father, Raul Lowell. He wanted to cover his tiny body over his mothers to protect her from getting another BIG BLOW his father might give her. However, what could he possibly do? His strength is no match from that of his father’s. Think Conner! Think! He was trying to figure out a way to grab his mother and escape from this misery. He was so confused that he ended up standing there helpless and unable to move. His tears were falling madly on his cheeks, but then his mother smiled at him and with a swift move she grabbed a knife on the table near where she was lying and stabbed the back of his father three times and killed the man who made their lives a living hell. After giving the last strand of strength his mother had, she collapsed. He ran towards her and started shaking his mother’s body, trying to wake her up like she was just sleeping. “NO MOM! PLEASE! WAKE UP! DON’T LEAVE ME! PLEASE!” He shouted from the top of his lungs as if it would help her wake up, but she never did, she never came back to life. The only thing that he had were the last words his mother gave him, "I love you, son."
Reliving my past was as swift as lighting and thunder that made my body shiver. My eyes opened wide and tucked in my knees to rest my chin on it. Closing my eyes allows me to draw a line between chaos and silence. It calms the beat of my heart as the wild wind caressed every bruise in my entire body. I allowed to relieve myself and gave out a big sigh signaling my eyes to stare at the setting of the sun, down to where its light will be hidden beyond the horizon. The day started and ended with me at the seashore near that little garage I now call my home. It claims to be little, but it is more to a 20-year-old man whose past could never be drawn by lines or shapes for it was succumbed by darkness and the only plot for him was to run. Little did he know about light for there was not a day with it.
I was staring blankly wanting no more than just an empty space for myself. "I am lucky." I chuckled at the thought. Well, at least that's what most people say. They said not to wallow in my misery and that I was given a chance to move forward to get a taste of what life could bring. But still, I doubted it. Is living alone lucky? I questioned it and every time I did, the pain of the past triples and it is making me more helpless. After my parents died, I grew up living in the orphanage. The nuns talked to me whenever they had the time and there was a therapist who guided me out of the trauma I went through. I was treated there nicely, but throughout those years I had been longing for my mother’s love. I may have found new friends, but there was something missing like a puzzle that lost one piece of it. When I turned 18 the orphanage had to let me go to find the path I wish to take since I was already an adult. That was the time I found this garage and made it my home. I had to look for a job especially that the money lent by the orphanage was just enough to last for a month. Good thing that my orphanage had an educational program which helped me finish high school and this aided me to get a job easily at the inventory department of Lyla’s Café. I must admit that everything went smoothly, maybe I was truly lucky. However, I still wanted to have that space wherein I don't have to think about anything, but even though I do, I don't want to become an empty space which is who I am at the moment. My thoughts went to a halt when I heard a loud bang from a harshly closed door and when I traced as to where it came from I saw a young lady wearing a light, white cocktail dress with hair so soft as the wind feasted with each strand of black. She is running towards the little waves, letting the little devils kiss her bare feet making my face flush of jealousy. "HOLY MOTHER OF GOD," I thought. Is she a goddess from a Greek mythology book that came to life? No, she's an angel. I stared at her intently. "Where are your wings lovely maiden?" I uttered unknowingly. Her face glowed from the rays of the setting sun. I couldn't believe such beauty lives! She must be immortal! or my eyes must be deceiving me. Oh but if I'm trapped in the world of fantasy then let this be my destiny. Just then I noticed that her cheeks gave out a shade of light red, that's when I realized that she was crying. Why? What could be the reason? What should I do? Should I go and ask? Oh God! I can't! I have never felt this restless. I could feel my wanting heart, but I'm hesitant. If I'll make a move she might vanish in an instant and I just can't afford that. However, I don't like to see her in her sorrow. I shook my head and stared at her again, but when my eyes got sight of her I was caught off-guard. She was walking towards that greeting sea. She was heading for the big waves! It can't be?! She's not going to do it! I couldn't seem to have a final decision, but she's too far now and very near danger. Before I knew it I stood up and was running towards her.
-Lucy’s POV-I was uncertain, but even though I was, it felt right. His hand clasped on mine was as comforting as I remember. Agh! Never mind, for the baby. I’m accepting his comfort now for the sake of the baby nothing more. We entered the room together and as I laid down, I closed my eyes anxiously waiting to hear the heartbeat of my child. Lub-dub…Lud-dub. My eyes opened wide hearing the heartbeat of my baby for the very first time. Tears rolling down my cheeks seeing the little peanut inside my socket. So small yet so precious. It finally hit me that yes, I am going to become a mother. I was crying and didn’t realize that Conner was already embracing me crying as well. My thoughts went back to reality when I heard him whisper “You are going to become a great mother.” I slowly broke free from his embrace and distanced myself from him. I fixed my shirt when Dr. Ivy said, “Mr. and Mrs. Lowell I will be right back with the printed results of your baby. Congratulations to you both!” I
-Lucy’s POV- I am not sure if what I am doing is right especially that I will be using Chris again to escape from this whole mess that I am in, but I think that I don’t have any other choice. When I asked him if he could take me away he blinked a couple of times trying to digest and let everything sink in. When he figured things out, he held both of my arms and caressed them softly as he gave me a sweet smile. “Lucy, you are truly extraordinary. You never failed to amuse me.” Now, it was my turn to be confused. What is he trying to say? “You are smart woman.” He continued. “and since you are a smart woman. I think you know better that this is not the way to solve things out. We don’t want to do things that we might regret in the long run especially now that you have an angel inside your belly.” He gently placed his hand over my still small belly. Conner was trying to restrain himself from striding towards us and Ronald was quick enough to sense that for he placed his hand
-Lucy’s POV-I slowly opened my eyes when I felt the warmth of the heat of the sun coming from the windowpane. My sight was still a little blurry and so I tried blinking a couple of times to clear my vision. My head was buzzing and I could hear voices talking not far from where I was laying. When my vision cleared I finally realized that I was in what it looked like a clinic. I shifted myself to a sitting position trying to get a glimpse of who the voices belonged to. I then saw Ronald and the doctor was right beside him. It looked like they were listening to somebody else. I was about to stand up when his eyes glanced at me, he immediately rushed towards me to assist me. “Lucy, be careful.” The doctor then followed him and checked on my vital signs. While the doctor was checking on me another figure came inside the room. It was Conner. My eyes widened at the sight of him. Oh for the love of the heavens! Why is he here?! Agh! Ronald! You’ve got some explaining to do! I looked at Ronal
-Conner’s POV-I am in rage! It has been three days since the search for my wife has started and I am truly disappointed. How big is Brisbane for them to not immediately locate my wife?! This is frustrating! Where could she be? I couldn’t sleep well knowing that my wife is somewhere out there on her own and it’s all my fault. Paperworks were piled on the table, but I couldn’t think well. I-I can’t go on like this. I have to concentrate because people are depending on me. I’m going insane! I took out a folder and reviewed its contents when my phone rang. I checked who was calling and it was Ronald. I answered the call in a trance wanting nothing, but good news from him. “Hello, Mr. Lowell.” Ronald started saying when I answered his call. “I’m not really sure how to start, but I want you to know that I want to be loyal to you, but I also want to be loyal to Lucy.” What the heck is Ronald doing. I impatiently groaned and just wanted him to be direct to the point. “Can you cut the crap an
-Lucy’s POV- I am not certain of what to do. The only thing that I wish right now is for Ronald to be by my side. He is the only person I can think of that would truly help me out in this situation. I was too clouded with the emotions I felt because of what Conner did to me, but I didn’t expect this kind of danger that I might put myself into. Of all people, why did I have to encounter the arch enemy of Conner, Amber and Bernard Yates. If I wasn’t Mrs. Lowell I wouldn’t be cornered like this. I sighed. However, I am the Mrs. Lowell and so I no choice, but to find a way how to face this. Should I go back to Conner? My thoughts trailed off, but it was cut off when my phone rang. It was Ronald. “Lucy, I just entered Jhon Street.” I nodded and said, “Just go forward and to your right you should see a mailbox with a print ‘Woods’ on it.” “Got it.” Ronald responded. Just then, I heard voices from outside. I hurriedly stood up and peeked through the window. It was Christopher blo
Lucy’s POV- This day couldn’t get any better. Amongst all the people in the world, why she? The woman who also almost broke my relationship with Conner. What Luck!?! But, wait a second, Bernard Yates. The name sounds so familiar. Could it be? Oh my God! Bernard Yates, the person whom Conner and I had encountered before! The person we had a confrontation with! The CCTV guy! Oh no! this is bad. I have to do something. “What an honor to have THE Mrs. Lowell here in my humble café.” She placed her hand on her chest acting so noble and dramatic. Doesn’t suit you b*tch! “What brings you here Mrs. Lowell? Where is Mr. Conner Lowell?” Her neck could stretch like elastic girl while looking for Conner. “Don’t stress yourself out Amber, I didn’t come here with Conner. I came here with Christopher.” When I looked at Chris I can see the surprise in his eyes. “Y-you’re married? Y-you’re THE Mrs. Lowell?” I almost forgot that I was trying to hide my identity here so that Conner wouldn’t
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