In the last four days, I've read Serena's letter a four thousand times and everytime, I read the scribbling, a shockwave runs through my body. It leaves me paralyzed and maybe, even betrayed. Yes, I wanted her gone far away but not when I was in my deathbed. I'd only this hunch in my comatose state that she'd forsaken me, I hadn't expected it to be my physical reality. As much as it relieved me of her safety, it angered me that she had even left Nathan. The child didn't had to go through the pain of loosing his mother once more. Did she really reach at the edge of her breakdown to cast us aside like our lives weren't dependent on her? She had ordered me to find a better half when she was all I ever crushed and even loved. and I was the only man she'd kissed in her first meet and drove to a police station, and spent the most enchanting hours of her life. Even if they don't make practical sense, it was like a scene from one of those romance movies she watched and visualized for it to ha
Acceptance of who we are and from where we come makes us into the person we're destined to be. Knowing Serena enough, I know she has confined herself into the loop of Rodriguez sins believing herself to be one of them. If not, then her excuse to leave me wouldn't have been Carolina's relationship with her but my wild attitude with her. I'm considering it a punishment on her part to make amends for the damage on behalf of her not-so-mindful sister and biological mother. There's a beauty in a woman's love but there's a curse when that women is broken from her existence. I have awakened enlightened or maybe, it's the dream I had of my family which has given me a new perspective but the gravity of her disappearance still lurks in the shadows of her family doings. I have thought and thought the entire night, and as much I admire her bravery, I despise the loathing she's developed. Truth has the power to affect the strongest of us, and it has definitely, caused a shift in Serena to the line
"There's a lot of history circulating your friend and at the moment or ever I've no intention of clarifying it, so please call Serena now unless you've also changed your name to she-devil," ordering her, I gave her another smirk, and sat on the couch, straightening my feet on the coffee table. Clearly, my attitude can piss anyone off and that's what I wanted to do now. "You can't talk to me like that. I'll call the cops." She threatened. "If you call the cops then as much as I'd hate to do this I'll have to disclose them Serena's relationship to Carolina. I will file a case on Serena's mother and lead her into a mess that both the mighty ladies won't be able to clear. One question would lead to another and my deceitful love and mother of my son will find herself in serious identity crisis and even murder attempt at me for she left me at the wrong time." When it came to playing hard, Serena won the game but when it came to leading the huntress in the open dessert, I became the apex p
What was supposed to be a reunion turned into a seperation, the unforgettable chain of our deeds. Serena's secrecy and denial were the rising point for me to unleash the hidden anger. I hadn't meant to be a monster to her, I can't help becoming one when I learnt from Rafe that Serena was living with her mother. The woman who had a hand in causing the split or bipolar personality disorder In Carolina. The temperature in the room had gone down with my unexpected declaration. Initially, while driving to her place I had told myself to behave like a civil human being with her but I realize when Mrs. Rodriguez had manipulated her into submitting to her obscene desires, then there's no point of cordial formalities. This breakup might be the demise of us. As I rotated on my heels to peek a look at Serena, she stood there firm, as if there was nothing wrong with her decision. "Your silence is making me question your sanity? You're not even denying my accusation?" I checked for some signs of he
My first visit to Paris especially to the famous island of Lle Saint Louis, on the banks of the River Seine, has gone down the drain. The sun is smiling in the salty water as it flowed across the city, connected through four bridges. And I strolled on one of those with my hands tugged inside my jacket. The weather wasn’t chilly though my mind and heart are becoming stone cold with each step I take away from Serena’s home. I itched to turn around and give it a try once more, but her revolting words threw me back. I scanned the bridge to find John and Nathan standing a little further away near the fence. They looked blanched. Nathan jogged towards me, his eyes redder than a cherry and lips shut tight. He hugged me at the waist, and cried, “She’s bad.” I sighed. “She’s torn and she’s still your mother.” “I don’t love her,” he objected, hugging me tighter. “Let’s go home. It will be just us and Uncle John from now onwards.” John came upto me and gave me a pitiful look. “I don’t know w
I've been posessive all my life. I never thought my posessiveness about my restaurant's future has reached to another height when it's image is probably about to be maligned in the war of love. For the past twenty-four hours, I've tasted atleast a handful of dishes and they all reflected my chef's recipe. At first I'd ben overwhelmed. A round mass of fire errupted in my eyes and I can't seem to spit out at hat someone who I was about to summon for another confrontation. The twist in the dirty tale is that despite knowing the culprit, I can't discharge my fury at the owner and staff for it might create a bad reputation. My staff has worked overtime along with me to bring Price Inns at the top I can't let my past and present ruin the exquisite scenery of that place which actually brought the love in me. How are love life can affect our careers? I always wondered, now I see the reason how competition can play a pivotal role in being a sadistic catalyst to revenge. Serena's revenging me a
Flashback"What are you doing here?" Serena barked the moment, she opened the door. She stood there with a grumpy look plastered on her face while there were dark circles poking out of her eyes. Seems like someone else is becoming an insomniac like me. I leaned against the doorframe, taking in her sight. It didn't cross my mind that I might offend her with my sudden visit but I needed to do it anyway irrespective of the heated disagreement between us. I reminded myself of what I found out after tasting several recipe's of the Clay's. Either she has been working for them or she had decided to rob a job in France by a cheap tactic. Whichever it were, I had a mind to unleash the mystery behind it and this morning I woke up with another intention other than covering the gap. A new aim and a new mindset to change my ways. "Are you here again to bother me with your devious accusations?" Taking two steps further, she added, "Shouldn't you be out of this town already?" "Quite the opposite.
“Fuck you, Daniel.” Serena repeated two more times, completing the circle of three, the great or so I believed. It sounded a ringtone to my ears when coming out from her mouth which I’ve only tasted a few dozen of times. I’m starved of love. Her love which drove me at the edge of maddening adventure.“Feeling better, Darling?” I inquired, handing over another glass of champagne. I’d the conscience to fix us a few drinks for a good travel in the middle of the river from where we could review the top sightings of the city. The captain of the boat didn’t seem to mind Serena’s howling; Nathan stared at us baffled but engrossed in clicking pictures on his tab and as I eyed John, I found him chuckling silently, his head immersed in his phone.“How can one feel better when you’re around?” She snorted.“I’m not that bad of a company.” I defended myself, placing my glass on the trolley and adjusting my shirt collar. It had displaced from it’s position and was causing an itching sensation in my