Stefan must've carried her to bed Rella deduced by morning when she woke up in bed covered with the duvet. She must've been bone tired after their bout of lovemaking to not be aware of being carried. By the time she stopped her musing and became aware that the other side of the bed was empty Stefan was already carrying breakfast to her. Her eyes narrowed. "Did I miss something, is there any special event today?" "Nothing. I just felt like treating my beautiful wife to a sumptuous breakfast in bed." Rella scanned through the beacon and eggs and her mouth started to water. "Hmm, looks delicious. I thought you left already." She said taking a bite and chewing slowly to savour its deliciousness. It was just as tasty as it looked. "I have an afternoon flight." He was going to Vancouver for business. Her phone beeped to signal a text message and Stefan grabbed the cell from the night stand and handed it to her. Her countenance changed suddenly and Stef

The sun was peeking from behind the clouds. At most, Van could say that her day was going to be a promising one except as she was beginning to look on the bright side of things Ashton or Ash as he likes to call himself walked into the café she was working at. Van didn't know his last name because she hadn’t bothered to ask and he in turn hadn’t supplied. She swore if she had to hear him throw in one of his smartass remarks she'd dump the hot coffee she was going to serve him on his head. Van had chosen to work for Baby and Rodrigo Martinez, the old couple who owned the little café– the only one in the small town–because it was that, it was little and is likely to draw minimal attention at most, plus it's the last place he'd think to look for her. What were the odds he'd find her in such a quaint little town as Roseville somewhere in Florida. Thinking of Jake Calloway suddenly made her heart ache. Van had said her goodbyes, and hadn’t looked back since not even to ask w

The White Rose invitation came a day after her dinner with her mom it was a white card sealed with a delicate white rose. The card even smelled like roses which she Rella thought was another level of sophistication.Dear Mrs. Diamond the honorable committee of the White Rose would like to welcome you to the fold as a honorary member. We look forward to your presence at brunch this Saturday.The invitation was written with gold cursive letters. "Do you want to send a response immediately madam?" The butler who had delivered the invitation asked. Rella sighed. Guess she has no choice. "Sure go ahead, tell them I accept their invitation and that I'll be at the brunch." Even though she had made herself resign to the fact that this was a legacy she couldn't escape, Rella had a feeling she was going to regret this sooner rather than later. He made a small bow and left. The silence that fell on the room was deafening. Ten heads turned towards her direction and about

Ash was a flirt through and through and Van thought that if she ignored him long enough he'd get the hint that she wasn't interested but the guy was persistent. Many people had approached her and even tried to be friends when she arrived in Roseville, small towns were often like that everyone is in everybody's business. The first few weeks she had unwanted visitors who were curious about her after having heard she was from Manhattan they wanted to hear about the big city and were fascinated by it but Van wasn't interested. She was too heartbroken and down spirited to entertain anyone but Ash had remained consistent. Even now he was sitted in one of the tables pretending to be reading a magazine when Van got to him. "What can I get you?" He put the magazine down and stared up at her in surprise. "You're not throwing a fit that I've been here every day for the past seven days?" "You're a paying customer so who am I to stop you from coming in?"He smirked. "Is that all there is to i

By the time Van stopped walking and her senses was somewhat coming back, she found herself in the middle of an empty pathway far from her apartment. Frustrated, angry and sad she broke down in a sob. Every emotion assaulting her in waves she could not control. She screamed into the vacuum until she lost her voice. She tried to remember happy times she spent with her mom but came up with nothing. Even her face was starting to blur and fade away. "I'm sorry mom. I didn't know. I had no idea. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." If she had known that her mom did nothing wrong. If she had known her grandparents were responsible for half the things that happened to her family. Now all she has left are what ifs. "So what do we do now?" Karl looked at his sister expectantly where she sat curled up on the bed. "I don't know. Those people are strangers to me...to us and frankly all I feel right now is hatred and anger." She said, her gaze was distant. "I feel the same way. I k