1. Worlds apart

"Daisy."It wasn't her real name, or maybe it was, she didn't know. What she did know was the sisters in her orphanage had found her on a stormy night, wrapped inside a fluffy blanket, with a daisy chain tightly clutched in her small fist.Growing up, she hated that name. She was allergic to flowers of all sorts and felt it was rather ironic that she was named after one."Daisy."She wondered if she still hated that name. Maybe not.Time heals everything.She didn't agree with that phrase. Time didn't heal the scars, didn't wash away the self-hatred.Rather time teaches acceptance. It teaches us to embrace the scars. It teaches us to love the parts of ourselves we used to detest.And with time, she had learned to accept everything she hated about herself."Daisy!"She looked up at the man calling her. Henry Kingston.She was an orphan. And with no family of her own, her naive self had considered her husband's family as her own. Until reality hit her and she realized blood was indee

2. 5 years later

5 Years Later D A I S YI never wanted children.More so, when I wasn't sure I would be able to provide them a proper childhood, one I never got to enjoy.Yet, here I was, picking up my two kids from school.Emma and Ezra Kingston.I didn't want to give them his surname. But I didn't have many options. I didn't know my origins and had always cursed my parents for not leaving me with at least a surname.They could have left me with a birth certificate. That's the least they could have done.Or maybe they were scared I would somehow find them if they left any clues.Regardless, I didn't want my kids to grow up like I had, with no clue of where I came from."Mommy!" A sudden force crashed against me.I looked down to find Emma tightly hugging my waist like the slightest distraction would make me disappear."Emma!" I yelled back with the same excitement as her, she g

3. Seeing him again

D A I S YI always wondered what I would be if the world hadn't decided to fuck me up.I could be a painter.Or a writer.A serial killer.Maybe even a dancer.Anything artistic.I stood before the mirror, straightening my naturally straight hair for giving it a neat look.I had no idea why I was dolling up for meeting him. I did know for sure that I didn't want to impress him.Maybe I wanted to show him that I was doing fine even if he had chosen to betray and abandon me.A spiteful part in me wanted to make him regret ever leaving me, even though using my beauty for it would by no way be an honorable or near satisfying victory.But it would be a victory, nonetheless.I knew I was attractive.Not in the traditional cute way, with freckles scattered on my face, with hazel eyes that reminded one of sunset and forests.But more of a head-turning beauty, that forced one to look back again. With raven hair that reached my waist

4. Humiliation

D A I S YLove is an illusion, they say. And I wholeheartedly agreed with the sentiment. For if it hadn't been an illusion, how come this cruel man sitting before me had once appeared kind before my eyes? It had already been an hour since I had been kneeling down and from the looks of it, he wasn't even close to satisfied yet. My knees had already gone numb from staying in that position and I knew they would hurt for days. "Sir?" Silas pushed open the door after knocking. His eyes looked over at me, surprise flashing in them before he quickly looked away pretending to not see me. To save me from the humiliation, I assume. But of course, Elijah couldn't let that happen. "I want to have all my meetings here today." He ordered curtly, his eyes momentarily meeting mine. I couldn't help but flinch back a little from the intensity of vengeance in them."Yes, sir." Silas nodded without any complaint and left the room. Ten minutes later, Silas came back leading a small group of suited

5. First day of work

9.36 am. Just one look at the time and Daisy knew she had screwed up. If there was one thing Elijah hated more than lying backstabbers, it was tardy people who had no sense of punctuality. And currently, he categorized her as both. She stood up, the sudden action making blood rush to her head and she instantly sat back down. She needed food. Actual food and not those ramen shit. Peeking inside the twins' room she found them still sleeping. She contemplated on whether to wake them up or not. While she knew they needed proper rest, she also couldn't leave without informing them. "Ezra, baby?" She gently shook him. "Mom?" He struggled to open his eyes. Daisy felt a pang of guilt hit her for interrupting his sleep, again. "I'm going to work, sweetheart." She whispered so Emma wouldn't be disturbed. "I'll be back before dinner. Call me if you need anything, okay?" He nodded, going back to sleep the very next moment. Daisy doubted he would even remember this conversation after wa

6. Eenie meanie miny moe

Daisy didn't know what to expect. But she prepared herself for the worst. Releasing a shaky breath, she raised her knuckles and softly pressed them against his door. "Come in," came Elijah's magnetic voice. "Good morning, Elijah." She smiled at him. She was naturally a cheerful person, and despite the hurt, he had caused her, she didn't want to go against her character for him. Unlike Elijah, she knew how to let go of the past. Her actions weren't driven by the past. Elijah's money had practically saved her daughter's life and that alone was enough for her to be grateful to him. "It's sir to you," Elijah snarled, his eyes narrowing with detest. Daisy tilted her head, wondering how a person was capable of bearing that much hatred. "Good morning, sir." She repeated, the smile not leaving her face. Elijah felt his blood boil at how carefree she looked. He hated that about her. Why was she allowed to smile after making his life a living hell? Even though he would never admit it

Todos los capítulos de The Promises We Broke: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 6

1. Worlds apart

2. 5 years later

3. Seeing him again

4. Humiliation

5. First day of work

6. Eenie meanie miny moe