Jasmine watched as Mrs. Hart’s car drove into the compound and parked in front of the mansion. The reporters were already trolling out of the compound one after the other. They met her by the gate. Mrs. Hart did not seem to come out of her car until all the reporters were gone from the compound. One of the reporters stopped to ask Jasmine a few question, but got attacked by Jasmine instead. Jasmine needed to pass out her frustration somewhere, and this reporter seemed to have asked just the right question to trigger Jasmine and make her go wild. “How many men have you slept with? Is your husband the actual father of your daughter?” The reporter asked Jasmine. And this got her the right reason to attack. It was the right reason for her, but not to those who turned on their camera on her to record her harassing a poor reporter as people had put it. They never cared to know what the reporter did. Jasmine was fined for assault and was detained for a while. When she was released on bai
Sixteen Years Later The hall was filled with people, people of high class, sophisticated bourgeoisies. Everyone wore a happy face now and then, a little smile to greet the person next to them. Even if it wearies them, they had to keep that attitude so they don’t look odd. By the telling of their clothes, you would know they are people who would never come across on the streets. Even the smell of them screamed affluence. And if you look closely, you could tell that there were classes higher than some. You could see the expression on everybody’s face. You could tell when someone is being looked up to and taken in awe. And you can tell when another person is being looked down on. That’s the difference, the difference in class. “I have been searching with my eyes and I am yet to find my daughter”. Fabian said. He was hugging the hand of a woman. And she was clinging to him as well. Katherine, once his mistress, now his wife. She has been by his side as his wife for sixteen years. They
“What the fuck?” A redhead yelled with her eyes wide opened staring at the screen of her phone. She threw it on the floor fuming. “How could he decide such a thing without my knowledge? I’m going to fucking ruin this shit”. She said clasping her hand together as if warming up for a fight. “Babes, you should calm down. Your old man certainly mean well for you. He made it clear it’s for business. You won’t be tied up with the Gullivan guy for long”. A young man who looked like he was in his early twenties said. He had really dark brown hair and a sharp pointed nose. His blue eyes will make you feel like you are watching the sea. The sharp cut around his jawline was the only thing that made his face look less prettier than a girl’s. “You should not have asked me to check it out now. I think I’ve lost interest and can’t go dirty with you tonight”. Aria said to him. He looked at her in surprise. “I’ll put you in the mood”. He said. That was not what he planned to say, but he felt like
Flashback“Daddy said you are my mommy? Mommy did you change your face?” Little Aria asked Katherine who was busy caressing the flowers as that’s the only thing she seems to do when she is not in her room. Katherine turned to look at Aria who is dressed in yellow. The little girl seemed curious and was anticipating for Katherine’s reply. Instead of answering Aria’s question first, Katherine started with a drama. She touched her face as if in a frenzy. Then she grabbed Aria with her and went back inside. There’s a full length mirror just when you enter into the foyer. She stood with Aria in front of the mirror. Then she asked Aria if she looks like her mother. Aria was quiet. She just looked at the mirror blankly with no reaction. She had no idea what to do. She was just four. “Tell me, do I look like your slut of a mother?” Katherine said yet again. This time Aria looked up at Katherine’s face. “You are not my mommy”. Little Aria muttered with tears filled in her eyes. Katherine
Fabian opened his mouth to say something, but words failed to leave his mouth. He wanted so bad to yell at Katherine and tell her not to intrude whenever he is talking to Aria and that he will try to handle his daughter himself. But he could not. Instead he told Katherine that Aria has run away again. “She will come back. This is her usual routine. Just block her cards and you will see her come back”. Katherine said. Fabian shook his head. A few days ago and some years back, Fabian would gladly take this advice and do what Katherine said. But now he can no longer bring himself to do that. “Do you know why I talked about her marriage in the anniversary? It’s so that my daughter would come home and talk to me. I would not allow Aria a marriage that will make her hate me more than she already does”. Fabian said. “No reasonable child will hate her father after everything you’ve done for her. Well, that’s one rebellious child. At least you have our son Brandon”. Katherine said. Fabian b
The man screamed and punched Aria across the face. She spat out blood and a smirk appeared on her face. The man was wearing a ring, and her had bruised her cheek with it. The blood that came out with her spat was as a result of her biting her mouth when the man punched her. Ashley seemed to have noticed what was going on. So she rushed over to try to calm the man down. He was a customer and they need not offend him. Ashley tried to hold him back while pleading to forget Aria. She signalled for Aria to leave at that moment. But Aria remained seated. She mouthed a “go” at Aria, still Aria stayed there. Aria bowed her head for a second. Then she stood up from the sofa. Ashley breathed in relief thinking Aria was leaving, but she had no idea what Aria was going to do next. Aria walked to the table next to them. She winked at the group seated there as she picked a bottle filled vodka. With the bottle of drink in her hand, she walked back to the man, opened the bottle and emptied the dri
Kelvin has just gotten out of the police station. He stood by his car for a while as he wondered if that young woman was actually Aria Harts. She is one person he could never forget. They were kids. And if he could remember vividly, she must have been four if not five. He remembered that little girl that was all over him. He tried to compare her to the woman who had emotionlessly broke a bottle on a man’s head in the club. They were not the same people. They only have the same name. Perhaps, another Aria Harts does exist. But still, he could not stop wondering. He recalled that they stopped visiting all of a sudden. And that his mother told him that Aria was on a vacation and so they could not come. But growing up, he learnt that the father had divorced Aria’s mother the mother’s infidelity. And that the father was married to another woman. But whatsoever had followed, he had no idea of. He even heard his mother mentioned to his father a few years ago that she was worried for her fr
Aria saw that he was serious about it. She didn’t want to feel like she does not have things in control. She did not want to look beggarly, so she got out of the car and watched as Kelvin drove off without her. “Fuck you!” She cussed at the disappearing car before muttering under her breath that he was handsome. Then she looked from her left to her right wondering where to go. She felt lost but decided to keep walking. She took the same side the car went. “I can’t believed I called him Kelvin just because that was the only name on my lips”. Aria said laughing mockingly at herself. Just then she saw a white light from afar. She tried to cover her eyes to shield it from the blinding light. But immediately removed her hand and started cussing at the driver. The car stopped by Aria’s side. It was Kelvin. He wind down the glass and told Aria to get in. Aria bit her lips, she looked around and then muttered something under her breath before entering inside the car. “I will drop you o