Todos los capítulos de STUBBORN HEARTS - LOVING WRONG: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

I reach the Derhi Hotel at quarter past six. I pay the taxi and after howling my thank you, I hike past the gate.If there is one thing that boss Martin hates, it is lateness. That can make you lose your job in a blink and he won’t even blink as he fires you. And here I am fifteen good minutes late. I crossing my heart as I go through the entrance, hoping that he hasn’t known I have not arrived.The hotel is already full as I walk in. Everyone is in their right places doing their respective jobs. I feel so ashamed as I hike upstairs to the changing room. It is my first time coming to work late so you can image the nervousness.I almost fall inside with the door of the changing room. I meet Hellen doing the cleaning. I was meaning to ignore her until I grab my uniform, but she chose to speak first.“What happened to the early bird today?” She asks, stopping the cleaning.“Hi, Hellen. Does the boss know?” I ask as I pull down the dress.“Unfortunately, yes.”Shoot me! I am so done for!

I topped off my black jeans with a black knee-length trench coat and black boots. I throw a glance at Angel. Again, I picked her up from school, still in her gloomy mode, which didn’t even allow me to shop for my new outfits in peace. On arriving home, she went straight to bed and tucked herself into the duvet. She hasn’t said a word. I kiss her goodbye and head out.I find Julie staring outside through the window at the sitting room.“Hey! I am heading out now.” I said, conjuring her from where she was.She strolls up to me with a smile on her face.“Your prince charming is waiting outside.” She says it, and I sigh.So that is what she was staring at, huh?“I better go now before I keep him waiting for long.” I say, and just then, George’s message pops up on my phone.I opened it and read it inwardly.‘I am outside.XxxGeorge.That simple! That flat!“Shouldn't your face be glowing as you go to meet your knit in shining armor?” Julie asks, and today, for the first time in our long f

I pay the taxi guy and walk inside my gate, feeling so raw for a person who is supposed to be heartbroken. But thinking about this whole George thing, I realize there was neither love nor affection between us. I honestly cannot even tell what it was that I felt for that guy to enter into that sh*t of a relationship.Maybe it was the urge to belong to someone again after so long, the desire to think that someone loves me, or maybe I just wanted to try and see whether my heart is still active. Yeah, I think the latter was the sole reason. I wanted to know whether my heart could love again. If I can feel something as great as what I felt back then before it got shuttered,And after tonight, I surmise I now know the truth. That I was shuttered beyond repair. I can never love someone. The only love I have left and the only feelings I have left are for my daughter. She is the only person I can ever love. And you know, I think that is okay because I know my daughter will never shutter my hea

I step out of the taxi looking like a doll in my white knee-length dress that fits me well. Note that it just fits me. It is nothing like those skin-kissing dresses I see being worn out there that stick to the body like they will stay there forever. Sigh! I topped it with a pink blazer and a pair of two-inch pink stilettos. I look so fresh and new in my new look. All I am hoping for now is that these damn heels will be nice to me and not wear me out. It is my first time wearing these high shoes. I hope I can manage.I am pretty late because the hotel is empty when I walk in. The workers are just doing the final touches on tidying the place before the customers start pouring in.“Hey, make sure to do a thorough job, okay? There should not be any stains on the floor or anywhere, okay?” I speak to them.“Yes, ma’am!” They chorus.Maam? I expected Irma. Or, I know. I am not on the same level with them now. I am their head, and that comes with its own kind of honor. But I think I am too yo

It has been minutes, but our eyes are still diving deep into each other with incertitude. I am still trying to convince myself that I am hallucinating. That is what I am thinking, which can never be. That my eyes are playing tricks on me. After what seems to be an eternity of pure stare, I take a long blink, hoping to peel my eyes and find this nightmare dream all gone. But this cologne This feeling.This cannot be. God, please let it be that I am delirious.“IRMA!”Faint but profound, with an ice-coated tremor Such is the signature demeanor of his voice. It echoes with a very familiar sense that summons my eyes to open as I sample the awful nightmare before me. The aura is choking. Hell has broken loose. Everything in me trembles, and I scorn the fact that he can both sense and feel my trembling.RAYSON DREW MAZUR!I cannot believe my eyes.My worst nightmare is staring right into my eyes, and god knows how much I detest how much his disgusting presence has unlocked the lock to where