บททั้งหมดของ Re-Arranged: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

“You’re surprisingly childish, you know?” Liviana pipes, arms crossed as she stares at the man across from her, a challenging look in her eyes as she looks him up and down. “For a man with a reputation such as yours.”“And what reputation is that?” Blaze asks, holding her gaze well as he waits for her to start fumbling, whether it be with her words or the new confidence she had been clutching onto throughout the day, an act he knew she would let slip sooner or later. “You know which one I’m talking about.”“Do I?” He asks, resting his elbows on his knees as he leans forward, acting as if this were business now, yet his voice was still low with a rasp as he spoke to her, his demeanor different from when he was dealing with anyone else. Liviana watches him, nodding and mumbling out a ‘yeah’.“Spell it out for me.” Blaze says. “After all, I have a fair amount of different reputations. I need some clarity on which you’re referring to.”“The reputation of being a heartless, emotionless,

A safe haven. That’s what Liviana realized this plane ride was. A stop in heaven before arriving in hell - if hell was disguised as a beautiful island, a private paradise. Which, in her case, it was.Liviana lays in her bed, in this beautiful room she had been given in one of the four large vacation homes that the Castelli’s had built on their island, and apparently, this one was specially made for her and Blaze, because every married couple deserves their own private space, even when on a vacation. Liviana was still trying to grasp the thought of it being tradition for every married Castelli to get their own home as a wedding gift, as if Elara and Lucius were giving one final gift after a life of taking care of their children who were their problem no more, a house acting as a college fund would for a young adult going off into the world for the first time alone. It was a strange, expensive gesture, one she never would have dreamed she would be on the receiving end of, yet here she

Liviana had always heard that flashback come at the worst times. Something happens, a loud noise that takes you back to a certain moment, or perhaps someone says a phrase that is so painfully familiar that it makes the one that replays in the back of your mind a hundred times a day so loud it’s impossible to ignore, it just keeps going, getting louder and louder until finally, you snap, and you’re ready to do anything to make it stop.Only when you’re triggered, there’s nothing to make it stop. Suddenly, you can’t breathe. You’re swarmed by all those memories you tried so hard to forget and you get trapped in the middle, stuck in your head as the trauma eats you alive. They did always say remembering things you don’t want to remember hurts. Livi didn’t understand until now, as she stares down the barrel of a gun with her husband on the other end, only in her head, it wasn’t Blaze behind the weapon; it was another man, one who haunted the absolute worst of her dreams, ones that couldn

Days had passed since the surprise apology. The sun had come and gone and with the light the giant ball of fire had brought; it hadn’t just warmed the weather, but that of her soul. And, dare she say, that warmth had started to melt the ice around her husband’s chilly heart.Since the dinner, the energy in not only the vacation home but between the newlyweds had shifted. The house was no longer cold and empty, no dark cloud looming over them while Blaze stormed through the house to make his presence known with the obnoxious slamming of doors which played like alarm bells for the wife who stayed hidden alone in her room, walking around on eggshells in the house that was supposedly half hers, despite the way she acted as if she was nothing more than an unwanted guest, tiptoeing the lonely halls like a shadow. Now the shadow pressed to the wall has stepped out, and she wasn’t so scared that she felt she had to be a ghost in her own home. Liviana started to walk freely, and with cordial s

It was bright and early when Liviana was awoken by one of the maids, Georgia, who had informed her the plane would be taking off in two hours, at 8am sharp. She laid there for another twenty minutes, eyes unable to stay open after a night of stressful overthinking to add to the late night and arguments. With tears shed and a headache that overwhelmed the anxiety flowing through her veins with that of pain, Liviana was exhausted.So when she pulled herself out of bed, prying her body from her cozy bed to start getting ready, she was just about ready to call it a miracle. And then her phone rang. With a huff, the girl trudges back around the side of her bed, pulling the charger out of her phone and letting the cord fall to the floor as she swipes accept, not bothering to read the caller ID when she brings the phone up to her ear and greets the person through a yawn.“Sounds like someone’s tired.”“Morning Tino.” “So, I hear you’re going home today?”“To The Castelli’s home, yes.” She