All Chapters of Wine Stained Lips: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

James' POV The show was brilliant. Hault Fashion delivered beautiful pieces,more stakeholders began to invest on Renault Wine skyrocketing the stock market which made my father happy,which made him less irritable to everybody. Hault delivered a show that was jarring at the fingertips of blogs and magazines,while my father finally saw me fit as his heir since my plan worked.Yet, nothing felt right anymore. The void in me expanded and It left like I laid down on the tracks waiting for a train to run over me.The Deal between Calla and I was done,and so were we.I stood by the wine celler,forced to stay in the shadows as everyone else enjoys the party. It was already past 9pm and the after party was just staring. Most of the guests went back to their resistance to change while some stayed back. I've been driving around in the past hour with my sister, Vinora as we went to have diner together and I told her about what had happened. That was almost two hours ago before she dropped off a

James' POV The smell of fresh strawberries pungently filled my nostrils. I got up from the couch that soaked up my tears from last night and the secret wishes I said in silence to stretch my body in a bid to ease the stricking pain shooting up my neck and lower back from curling myself to sleep on Grandma's embroidered couch. 'One of a kind ' she usually called it before she peacefully past away on it one night when I was seventeen.Mum has refused to sell anything from the house since she willed it to her. Even though,Grandma was dad's mum she loved mum like her own, I'm guessing she couldn't stand him like the rest of us that's why she didn't leave anything behind for him. Her house was a modern cottage in the outsketch of town,close to a little lake and it held up our family's most precious memories and most of my teenage years. It was surprisingly clean. In fact,the whole place was sparkling.It was the only stable place I had growing up.The hurt I held last night were heavy ,a

James' POV My white knuckle dying grip held on to the edge of the pool as I sluggishly pull myself up. The blue reflection of the waters glows under the night sky in London. It's been three days since I left Paris. I remember the trembles in my kneels as I left the meeting. I remember my name being called as I walked out. I didn't care. For me,if was a load taken off my back. I dashed back to my hotel room that night, changed my phone,took my suitcase and boarded a train to Italy. I was in Italy for barely a day before Paul tracked me down. I switched off my phone and I escaped and came here to London. I didn't know where else to go so I went to Gus's. He was excited to see me standing in the front of his door at 4am unannounced. His cribs was on the third floor an apartment complex that looked like an architectural failure. The passage was awfully small but it had a decent public pool. It didn't matter though,I was safe. No one knew who I was or where I was. As ironic as it was,for

James POVThe floor was above me, and only now did I realize Gus's room was painted blue. Blood rushed up my head as I layed down with my head hanging upside down by the edge of the bed. Looking at things from this view,it didn't feel as jam-packed as it was. Maybe it was because I couldn't see the whole room from the coner of my eyes because my head was fixated to the only tiny space on the floor of the room."Hey...get up" Gus said followed by a rumpled shirt flying across the room, straight to my face. "Ahhh--" I protested,right before I stared feeling a rush to my head. I scooch my body downward and raised my head back on the bed. This time I was faced to the ceiling and by the corner of my eyes, the pile of Gus's things were visible again."You've been laying here crying your eyes out...let's go out tonight" He said but I couldn't tell if he mean it literally or if he was being sarcastic. The past week I've spent here had been hard, grieving the lies I was raised with and suppre

James' POV I knew she was going to die anytime soon. She told me,it was a secret she swore to me but I couldn't stand the thought of her gone.We're all gonna die one day,but we're never truly ready. Mrs Grayson had choose her fate to wait for death than to fight it. Both are very two hard decisions,and she chose to wait with our worrying eyes from her daughter.I had to be there for Calla. The suffocating thought of knowing that Mrs Grayson wasn't going to make it baffled my mind. Now,I had come true. I have to come clear to Calla but this--this was too much than I thought. It was a weight I'd have to carry with me forever. A one way ticket back to Boston isn't the smoothest way to hide from my father,but I didn't care about that anymore. If I suppressed one more voice in my head telling me to run to her I might just explode. I got to Boston and took an Uber ride straight to her house. I got to Calla's house at 8:05pm, my two headlights shun on pavement as the sun disappeared from