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(Third person POV) Two hours before “ Are you sure you got the right address?” A woman in her fifties asked for the umpteenth time. She watched the elevator ascend, with keen attention, like she couldn't wait for the wait to be over. Looking up from an ipad device, the teen by her side shakes his head, his red hair falling over the large headphones around his neck. “ For the one millionth time, Mom. Yes! I got the venue right. And it's not my fault…” he paused and turned his wrist to look at a limited edition Rolex watch sitting like a wealth tag on his wrist. “ Two hours?” He scoffed, and threw his hands up in frustration, yet careful not to drop the device. “ Who comes to a wedding two hours early and expect to see everyone from the entrance of the building.”She shot him a quiet stare, expressionless, but it managed to keep the teens lips sealed. “ This is my niece we are talking about. It's been really long since we discovered that Roman is not our sister's son. This girl…Hazel,

(Hudson)Hours later, I'm out of the ER I set up in Hazel's dressing room, blazers ditched. Only God knows where I tossed them. With my sleeves rolled up, I closed the door quietly, careful not to wake the prince, but my heart burns within.Maybe it's the gripping career-long fear of ever losing a patient. Or maybe I'm just broken after witnessing the young boy try to correct something the adults in his life should have done a long time ago.But they didn't.“ How is he?” Hazel quickly asked, voice tinged with sorrow. Her eyes are crimson red, and slightly swollen. Her gaze darts between me and the door. I know that she can't wait to hold him again, or be by his side, but that's going to wait until I'm done emptying my heart now.I held her gaze, with a cold look that was foreign to me, shoulders tense, and patience gone into a humourless smirk.This three have pissed me off. They have really pissed me off. “ I'm surprised you care about him given that you were quick to turn your bac

(Hazel)From the moment Sam Hudson talked about the truth, with his eyes on Roman, one thing crossed my mind: his memory.He remembers. He has long remembered, but he kept me in the dark and watched me grope like the blind without help. A mere suspicion. But I trust my guts enough to believe he watched me all these while. From the side. And never said a word. Not even when we lost our son.Now, another one is lying in bed, without an idea of when he would breath his last.Withered, I stared at him, waiting, not with longing, or rage, but with stifling emptiness.And when he spoke, he didn't waffle or fritter. He struck home and cut my breath momentarily.He remembered everything.He remembered me. Yet, he chose to leave me in the darkness of distant past.It carved out a part of my heart that has long held on for too long and left silence behind. Emptiness. My heart should gnaw now. It should pull painfully at my nerves. I should seethe and fume. It should sting. It should stab. I s

(Hazel)I got off the phone, and turned to meet Piper and Barn unboxing. But those aren't mine. “ Where are those from? They're not mine.” I inched closer to them. Both men shared a glanced and looked down at my belly, the maternity gown leaving a breathy space for me. “ Well you're not the only one who just moved in.” Piper said and lowered his eyes. I looked down at my stomach and folded my arms while they continued. Hours later, Piper was in the adjoining room, hammer pounding against nails, and wood scraping noisily against the floor. On the other hand, with gloves on, Barn and some men checked the walls for some devices Piper had instructed them to look for. He called it bugs. Once they were done, Barn supervised the next group to put up wall papers around my bedroom and repainted the sitting room. Coming out from the adjoining room, Piper lowers his head, wiping his hands with a small towel. “ I spoke with Roman. Once Christian wakes, he and his nanny will join you here. The

90: While waiting for the results, he and I sat on a hospital chair on the corridor. Silence and the growing suspense kept any conversation from happening. Hudson walked out with the results and marched up to us. He pulls a smile. A wide smile. Nervous. Breath shaky. Eyes unsteady. I have never seen him bring so many times in a few seconds. He looks in my direction but his eyes barely met mine before he threw them off like he's struggling to mask something beneath his shuddering breath.“ This is not good.” I thought, getting up from the seat with the hesitation of someone with a load on the shoulders. “ Sit already. It's not as if he's about to announce your death.”I snapped my neck. “ Well thank you for an unsettling dark humor.” I snapped, feeling a coarse blend of nervousness and a quiet dread working its way to clog my throat. I can hear the thrum of my heartbeat. Every drum. Every note of anxiety, striking the chords to a looming flatline. “ You know I liked you better when