HonourCampbellI even changed my clothes, but none of this is comfortable. I don't wear dresses, I prefer jeans. They help me work in the vineyard and I even ran with them wherever I could. In fact, I brought a pair of shoes for better movement. Now, Nutty loves me more. I'm a runner with her."That dress was unbelievable," commented Iris entering the bedroom."I'm really comfortable with it." I admire the fabric of the perfect red knee-length dress. Nobody can beat Iris about fashion. She knows what adorable fashion stands for."Then we should buy you some new dresses... change yourself. More comfortable clothes... Wearing jeans can help you move, but you can be sometimes sweaty." Iris suggests. She respected my choice and Star still supports... Overall, I have the best woman in my life."But we can't leave at weekends... I'm learning to drive.""This is progress." Whistling Star came in with his husband and daughter. She was holding a box... especially a jewellery box. "I was searc
DerekCampbell"Stop worrying... She'll be fine." Vivianne massaged my shoulder. But that's not helpful. Nothing is going to help."Do you have to?" I asked."What is there to do?" Questioning, she stopped her massage. "Are you in need of a good massage? I can arrange it for you." She was concerned."This marriage business.""Of course, one day she'll marry somebody." She was laughing. I couldn't stand this side of her. She acts like nothing happened when the whole thing happened. She won't consider it. The truth."She's old enough to come up with a good life partner." I tried to convince her. We have the upper hand in this deal. We can withdraw at any time. No matter if it's after the wedding. Even so, that's after a child is born. A signal from Honour and I'll take our name off the agreement."She's still so immature... do you remember what she did three years ago?""I remember... you don't let us forget it. But she worked hard on it. She doesn't even have any friends." My voice goe
ChanceWhitfieldThe voice mails on my home number was bombarded with unwanted messages."This is too much." Infuriating, I smashed my phone on the wall. Fuck!!! "I need another phone."Hurrying to the laptop, I emailed Chase. I need a new cellphone as soon as possible. Picking up the pieces from my broken phone, I was retrieving the required pieces when my laptop chimed for the arrival of e-mail. Chase is faster sometimes.I went through e-mails when again I noticed these junk emails. I was about to smash my laptop too when my landline rang, and I was forced to calm myself.Breathing for relaxation, I received the call and greeted the person with my award-winning voice, but no response. What the hell?I got so frustrated in the middle of the day by doing nothing. Being the weekend, I was obliged to give holidays to the staff otherwise they would all have to work day and night. They are all efficient, and I know they can manage their personal lives equally well while working on weeken
ChandlerLyons"Why do my siblings hate you?" I was blown away by her question. She's no relative of Campbell, SHE'S A CAMPBELL. They are her brothers. So why doesn't she resemble any of them? She's the only one with the same hair as her father... Derek Campbell.I looked at her to come up with the answer to my question. Maybe she got adopted into the family. I don't think she's Campbell. Despite my claim to move from past events, I'm still stuck with my resentment toward the family. No Campbell is ever innocent. If she's a Campbell, that means the old man is a Campbell as well. I didn't read the name of the property when I walked in. Shit!! I am in a Campbell property. I'm a fool, I paid Rogers to investigate for her address, but not for her details. Rogers is precise when it comes to words. He does what he's asked to do, nothing more."Are you their sister?" I eventually managed to form words... more precisely a statement. Please my nymph say no."Well, I'm the youngest." She was sc
HonourCampbellPushing the trolley, I whistled for Nutella. She run towards me but soon beat me and left me alone to pull the trolley to the sorting table next to the Wine cellar that has a capacity of holding just 500 bottles. Rest bottles are in the cellar near the city.The sky is about to get dark, and I should be home with Papa. I do not fear the dark, because the vineyard is always filled with workers. They will help me, whenever I will ask. We give them a place to stay here as we need guards to secure our vineyards. Papa told me the story of how a thunderbolt hit the only Oaktree and the whole 20 acres of vineyards about to turn into ashes, but it was saved. Now it's thriving and twice as large.Leaving the wagon at the sorting table, I picked up my bike and whistled back to Nutella. She barked to announce her whereabouts as I was still calling to inform her of my position. Soon I heard her paws beating on the ground to get to me.Like a good girl, Nutella was waiting for her
HonourCampbell"I hate you," I screamed at the grey clouds, which made fun of me with thunder."It will hate you more. Kiddo." I heard a deep voice chuckling. This is a man, who is laughing at me."I am not a kid." I groan like a frustrated child, without looking at the silhouette behind me. People looked at me like I was a kid. For crying out loud, I'm already 18. I'm an adult, I know what's bad and what's good."Why don't you stop somewhere? It's going to take time, kid." He really advised me when I was walking away.I turned around and found myself in front of the garage. Dark one. My fears came to the surface. The presence of a stranger didn't help my case. I'm already late, and I was worried about Nana and Papa. They're my safety net. Only family I ever had. But I knew this would help every one of us."Mr......" I walked into the new temporary shelter and looked around to call him. I had little hope, but I had no option. I had to take this risk. It's raining like crazy. I'm terr