The Life She Wanted 소설 & 이야기

She realized that her life was passing before her eyes in a matter of seconds, like when the car, at an imprudent speed due to her eagerness not to be late, refused to stop when she tried to brake. She had set out to take the reins of her life, to seek happiness with Valentino, to get married, to have children. All that, something she never would have imagined, leaving the past, Andrei, behind. But now, everything was wrapped in a darkness that reminded her of how far she was from happiness.

However, she stayed, probably for Calvin's sake. "Emma had bargained with Whitney, agreeing to let Whitney step in and be there for Calvin as he grew up. The cost? Emma would vanish for good." James's voice cracked, unable to squeeze out another word. His fists were balled up, pressed hard against his mouth as he fought back tears. He could not shake the 'one thousand and ninety-fifth day' Whitney always talked about. Three whole years. Those were the years Emma had paid for with her life. What had they done in return? He had seen his oldest son treated her: bugs left dead in her room, her carefully crafted projects wrecked on purpose, and that cold winter day, not long after Calvin was born

She claims she has a house in her name and some other properties that could help us live a comfortable life, but I can't bank on her words, can I? I don't want just a comfortable life, I don't want to move to a little house downtown, I can't live such a miserable life. I love my good life, I love the parties, the unrestricted shopping, the boys that I pay to party with me all night, it's what I want. I want my life, my life. I had tried different means to get us out of this terrible situation, but all my efforts proved futile. I tried getting a rich lover but I couldn't find a guy that would want me as a girlfriend or wife because every guy knows of my disdainful lifestyle, none of them wan

I said as we listened to the two adults bickering down the hall as Dave finally caught Trish, "Same, but our parents are too worried about money and their images," Dime replied rolling her eyes at the thought of our parents, "But they could have still loved us," I replied in a small voice as Dave and Trish walked back to my room and heard Dime and I conversing, "That is true they could have loved us, but they chose to love their money and fame more than their own children. If we had Dave and Trish as parents our lives would have been so different, we would be different," Dime confessed as she looked at me with a small smile,

I accept. I sit with her for a few hours talking about her life before she was taken and what she wants her life to be. She's quite depressing. I know she didn't have a good childhood but even her future she says she just wants to live in her cottage and live peacefully till she dies. That's not what she should want. Nobody should want a life like that. She should want a family and friends but no. She claims she likes the quiet and doesn't want it to change.

“So you want to see the real me, do you?” “No.” She had a feeling that it wasn’t pretty. No one who did the things he had to would be all sweetness and light. “You want to know what I want? A boring, suburban existence. I want to fight with the cable repairman, go grocery shopping early to avoid traffic, pay a mortgage. I’ve lived a life of adventure, and you know what? It’s not all it’s cracked up to be. I want to sleep in the same bed every night with sheets that I’ve washed and not have to worry about bedding down in an alley where a drunk might stumble in to harass me. I don’t want to have to kill anyone else.” She looked away. “I’m tired of them trying to kill me.”

Everyone was arrogant and was proud of what their family had earned for them, so they can live their lives, peacefully. In short, they all were rich brats in Sia's eyes and she wanted to keep away from them. She knew, she didn't belong to that world, where everything was money and money alone. She just wanted to be a psychologist and then build her own house near a lake. It was the whole purpose of her life.

His words made her open her eyes and watch him perplexedly. She shook her head, “No, I refuse to accept it. I don’t care about anything else. I just want to go back to my old life – even without my parents and my siblings, I will learn to live but this is not what I want. I am Faith Merchant, and that’s what I always will be.” She told him and put her feet down.

"I thought you might be hungry, so this time it's my turn to provide you with food." Wei had no other choice but to open the door and invite him in. He was rolling his eyes and had all the appearance of a victim of circumstances, which was his natural spontaneous reaction to whatever happened out of the ordinary. Out of his order of things, that is. Most people would consider his whole life out of the ordinary, but to him it was just normal, so he behaved naturally-pissed by habit, but deep down he appreciated not having to cook. Andrew had just lost a chance, but he didn't know about it and Wei wouldn't be the one to tell him.

She wanted her earlier peaceful life in which she had everything, a lovely family, a life full of dreams, her happiness but the vile man took everything away from her. ********************************************************************************************