All Chapters of To have and to Loathe: Chapter 31 - Chapter 39

MiaI bit down on the truffle cake. Uh, this is heaven! I will ask Sandra for the recipe before I go. “Take it easy Mia,” Sandra said as she dropped into the couch beside me. “I just can’t get enough,” I said, the cake muffling my words. “I haven’t had these in a long time.”“The last time I checked, you don’t like sweets.” She said with a raised eyebrow. Please don’t blame me, blame the eating rabbit in me.I shrugged and adjusted on the couch, “Well I like them now.” I crave things I don’t normally crave, even things I don’t like but unfortunately, I can’t have them because Killian said so. “So, Fabian said you called him.” She turned to me. Fabian told her? This is news to me. “You guys talk about me?”She shrugged, “I mean we just randomly talked and it popped up.” She scooted closer to me and grabbed my arms, smiling brightly at me. “So you have made up your mind.” She said wiggling her eyebrows. I nodded as I felt my cheeks heat up. That night Fabian and I had a long conv

MiaI wiped my forehead with the back of my hand. I looked at the rose garden. So clean and beautiful. I could smell the flowery smell coming from the roses. I haven’t been here since the last time Killian went off on me but I don’t have anything else to do now. So I decided to tend to the roses. I don’t care if Killian vents.This morning, I couldn’t come out for breakfast because I didn't want to see his face—ever. He doesn’t even care about it either. Yesterday was a lot to process, I thought he could change his mind in the morning but he sent Imelda to get my phone this morning.I have to discuss it with him. I need to because I’m not a child and I’m sick and tired of him treating me like one.I grabbed my tool kits and headed inside. I feel too hot, my clothes glued to my back because of the sweat. I need cold juice. I heard murmurs coming from the living room, a particular one is too familiar. What is he doing here?“Oh, there she is. The young man said he is your brother.” Ime

MiaI opened my eyes, squinting as the light hit my eyes. I feel a pounding headache in my head, and it hurts the back of my eyes. I tried to sit up. “Lay down please.” I heard Imelda say, I turned to the side and saw her sitting on the lone chair in my room. She was smiling down at me.My throat feels scratchy and croaky. I need water. I pointed at the glass of water on my nightstand. She rushed and handed it over to me. She helped sit up a bit and I gulped down the water. “Thank you,” I mumbled. My head aches and my cheeks and teeth hurt so bad. “What happened? What time is it?” I didn’t remember getting upstairs. The last memory I had was wanting to go upstairs after the whole drama. “It is already morning dear. How are you feeling?” Imelda replied, her smile still in place. “Like I was hit by a truck. And my teeth hurt.” She didn’t say anything but smiled sadly. “Where is Killian?” “He already left for work. And your brother left this morning too.” She took my hands in her

MiaI run my hands across the arrays of cloth that hang in the store. Why did Sandra bring me to this place knowing fully well I can’t afford it? I can’t afford to pay Killian back. “Have you seen anything you like yet?” Sandra said from beside me. “Look what I found.” I turned to look at the dress she was holding up, It was blue and silky. “Sexy right?” She asked, dangling the dress, her eyes lit with excitement.I just shrugged, “It is okay.”“What do you mean it is okay? Have you seen this dress?” She said, her eyes bulging. “Every top celebrity wears this.” “It’s beautiful, gorgeous even but I can’t be getting anything just because I like them. I have to check the tag price.” I puckered my lips at her “and every damn thing in here is expensive.” She looked at me in disbelief, “Mia do you realize that you have with you a black card and you know what that means right?” She raised her eyebrows waiting for me to complete her statement.I rolled my eyes at her, “Ughh!” “It's a lim

Killian“Mom, this is Mia.” I said as we pulled away. Mom turned towards Mia, keeping her face straight. Ugh! Not this again. She always does these whenever we bring someone home but then turns sweet in a matter of seconds. It's just a front.“Mia, hello.” She pulled her into a slight hug. She turned towards me. “She is beautiful, dear. Come in.”I placed my hand behind Mia and steered her toward the door. We entered the foyer and went into the living room. Mia looked around like a child brought to a Christmas shop.“The butler will take your bags to your room. Let me go and check on the cook.” Mom said before disappearing into the corner. I looked around the house. It feels good to be home. This place holds a lot of memories—good and bad included. “Erm!” Mia cleared her throat snapping back to earth. “I thought your mom was dead.” Her eyes wide and searching, I wanted to tell her what she wanted to know but.“Stop asking unnecessary questions and better stick to the script,” I sa