The Promises We Broke

5 Years Later D A I S YI never wanted children.More so, when I wasn't sure I would be able to provide them a proper childhood, one I never got to enjoy.Yet, here I was, picking up my two kids from school.Emma and Ezra Kingston.I didn't want to give them his surname. But I didn't have many options. I didn't know my origins and had always cursed my parents for not leaving me with at least a surname.They could have left me with a birth certificate. That's the least they could have done.Or maybe they were scared I would somehow find them if they left any clues.Regardless, I didn't want my kids to grow up like I had, with no clue of where I came from."Mommy!" A sudden force crashed against me.I looked down to find Emma tightly hugging my waist like the slightest distraction would make me disappear."Emma!" I yelled back with the same excitement as her, she g

D A I S YLove is an illusion, they say. And I wholeheartedly agreed with the sentiment. For if it hadn't been an illusion, how come this cruel man sitting before me had once appeared kind before my eyes? It had already been an hour since I had been kneeling down and from the looks of it, he wasn't even close to satisfied yet. My knees had already gone numb from staying in that position and I knew they would hurt for days. "Sir?" Silas pushed open the door after knocking. His eyes looked over at me, surprise flashing in them before he quickly looked away pretending to not see me. To save me from the humiliation, I assume. But of course, Elijah couldn't let that happen. "I want to have all my meetings here today." He ordered curtly, his eyes momentarily meeting mine. I couldn't help but flinch back a little from the intensity of vengeance in them."Yes, sir." Silas nodded without any complaint and left the room. Ten minutes later, Silas came back leading a small group of suited

Daisy didn't know what to expect. But she prepared herself for the worst. Releasing a shaky breath, she raised her knuckles and softly pressed them against his door. "Come in," came Elijah's magnetic voice. "Good morning, Elijah." She smiled at him. She was naturally a cheerful person, and despite the hurt, he had caused her, she didn't want to go against her character for him. Unlike Elijah, she knew how to let go of the past. Her actions weren't driven by the past. Elijah's money had practically saved her daughter's life and that alone was enough for her to be grateful to him. "It's sir to you," Elijah snarled, his eyes narrowing with detest. Daisy tilted her head, wondering how a person was capable of bearing that much hatred. "Good morning, sir." She repeated, the smile not leaving her face. Elijah felt his blood boil at how carefree she looked. He hated that about her. Why was she allowed to smile after making his life a living hell? Even though he would never admit it