"I can't lose them, dad," I sob, shaking my head continuously. "I can't lose anyone else, granny died last month, and I don't want them to die on me too." My voice is shaky, doleful and so frail. God! I feel so broken, so fucking low, so overwhelmed, and I am so desperate for a miracle at the moment. "You are not going to lose them, no one is going to die, love." He says, squeezing me incredibly closer and I wrap my arms around his neck, clinging to him so tight.It's been a pretty rough weekend for me and being enclosed in my dad's protective arms feels so good. This sense of security and love makes me feel so warm and safe. His embrace is my temporary haven. "I am so broken, and if I lose mom or Kelly-" "It is going to be fine, I assure you," Dad tells me and I smile despite everything. He is trying so har

"Hey. Talk to me?" Rick snaps me out of my study and I heave a sigh as I turn to face him.He takes a few steps closer and leans on the guard rail, looking at me perceptively.He has all of his attention on me.I blink severally when tears well up in my already puffy eyes and I take a long deep breath."How urgent is surgery after an accident?" I ask, and the crack in my voice is back, I sound so desperate and low and very broken. "It depends, what kind of surgery are we talking about?" He asks me and I shake my head."I have no idea." That twerp of a doctor didn't tell us shit. He was so arrogant and very ignorant. "Lets say major surgeries." He looks at me for a long second, like he is trying to read my mind and then he inhales sharply."There are several major surgeries," he pauses for a while, probably expecting me to add something t

"So, how can I be of any help?" Celine asks, crossing her legs and placing her hands on her hip like the refined woman that she is.  Just a glance at her and you'd easily know that she rolls in dollars. Her outstanding makeup, her designer dresses, her expensive shoes, and her aura. Celine walks and carries herself like the boss like she owns the entire globe.It must be a nice feeling.She has her brown eyes cast on me and she is giving me all of her undivided attention."I know it is too much to ask-" I start to say, but she is quick to cut me in."Nothing is too much for my favorite daughter in law," she spares me a genuine smile. "My only daughter in law, actually." She corrects and I shake my head.She still thinks of me as a daughter in law even after everything that has happened? She thinks that I

My mouth forms a big letter O when I glance at the handwritten letter, and my eyes nearly pop out of their sockets.Saying that I am shocked is a fucking understatement."What the hell?" I cuss, eyes scanning the sheet of paper in my hands for the umpteenth time and I shake my head.I am so fucked up, harder than I expected, and I am hella furious.My Jaw is set and I am grinding my teeth furiously as I read the familiar letter, word by word, for the hundredth time.My hands are jerking, hell, my entire body is literally shaking with rage and I am clutching the damn letter so tight almost tearing it into two pieces.And yes, it is my resignation letter.A letter that I wrote a few days ago.A letter that I personally signed.A letter that I didn't put in the envelope.A letter that I didn't fucking send to Styles.

"You did what?" I ask, squinting eyes at him in disbelief.My nostrils are flaring, fists clenched and every muscle in my body is quivering. "I am sorry." I glare at him and shake my head.He is not even at the slightest bit remorseful. He still has that stupid smirk on his face and it makes me want to slap him really hard.He is looking at me as if everything is all okay, like costing me my job is not such a big deal and I am staring at him blankly, loss of words."You offered him money to fire me?" The words comes out stressed.It is yet to sink in my head yet.I can't believe that he would go to an extent of paying my boss to fire me, and I can't believe that Styles actually took the money.The way he was so furious with me.I wouldn't have guessed that it was all pretence, he i