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XII. Promise
"Yohooo!" I was abruptly pulled from the trance the moment I heard Arya's screeching voice while shoving Killiad as fast as I could.
"Arya!" I fumed, mortified as stared at my grinning best friend as she raises her phone above her head and started waving it.I tried taking her phone from her but she immediately hides it from me, running behind Killiad for protection.Now I realized she used her old trick to gossip.I threw a finger at her face as I stared at her accusingly. But instead of cowering behind Killiad some more, she jumped on her feet while both hands clasp together gushing out. "Oh. My. Gosh! It was so beautiful, Elle!"“Delete that!”“No, this picture would help make my life easier when dealing with you.” I scoffed. Am I the difficult one? “And you really thought that you could use that against me? B*tch, I have a lot of demeaning picture of you that would surely vanish you on the PetRelated chapters
Colors of Heartbreak XIII. Retribution
“Elle?”“Hmm.” I hummed noncommittally. It's been a week since I saw Killiad. He said he needs to fly out of state on a merger in Dubai but he promised to be back the day before the wedding. Also, I finally pulled myself out of the apartment and decided to pass my time in my office working productivity than moped around.For a week, every day a message would pop up early in the morning before I left the bed and at night before I sleep wishing me goodnight.It was Killiad. The act may be simple but the fact that he hadn't forgotten me as he goes on his busy schedule makes me smile and feel giddy inside.“What are you doing?” Arya's voice penetrated through my musings had immediately snapped me out from the thoughts of my husband.I shot her a glance. “Working,” I said in a duh tone.“Ahm. Do you want to hang out with me?” My hand froze for a split second before I started typing again as I was finishing a business propo
Colors of Heartbreak XIV. Funeral March
“Helena you don't have to do this. This is your shop and it may ruin you.” I huffed, worry evidence in my voice.“Shush, don't worry about me or the shop. I'll be alright besides, this is your wedding you got to decide what you want well, in this case, what Arya wants.” Helena said with conviction while looking sheepishly in Arya's direction.I huffed glaring at them. “This is childish,” I argued, running my hand through my hair.Pinching her nose, Arya slanted her eyes in an annoyed glare. “It's not, it's taking back what's yours.”I sighed, shoulder slumped in defeat. I'm tempted to go with their plan. But the question is, would it makes me happy? Will it take all the hurt Brad had inflicted on me? Will my insecurities go away?“Will it take the pain away?” I asked no one but it makes Helena and Arya mum.It's a rhetorical question but deep inside I'm also wondering if it could help me sleep knowing I made them feel a fraction of what I ha
Colors of Heartbreak XV. Husband and Wife
I admit, I was born with a silver spoon dangling on my mouth but the thing was, those privileged people envied so much is the thing that was dragging me down as if I’m the most unfortunate being in the world.I know I should be grateful to my parents for giving me everything a girl could ever want. A shelter, clothes on my back, and the most expensive education not many parents could afford. But at the end of the day, everything felt hollow and useless. There’s no love in everything they throw my way, only high expectations.They want me to become a surgeon just like them but I want art, I want the colors, I want everything that makes the world more beautiful. I want those things that I never got to experience while growing up.So while studying at the prestigious University they’ve sent me I slowly crawled my way into being a wedding planner with Arya as my ever-supportive friend before quitting after a year because Brad can't and won'
Colors of Heartbreak XVI. B*tch Face On
The world seemed to stop the moment we stepped inside the reception venue. I hesitated for a second but a small encouraging tug on my side makes me forget my hesitation and continue to walk until everyone can finally see us approaching. I sucked on a breath willing myself not to crumble in front of the mass of people in front of us as I heard my heart breaks all over again. But as I look at the newlywed couple I felt something I never expected to feel at this moment.Hope.Hope that maybe just maybe Brad and I were not really meant for each other and someone out there is really meant for me.That everyone has someone out there.“You okay darling?” Came a gentle and warm voice beside me. I lightly squeezed his hand and smiled. “I will be,” I whispered back, tugging him towards my friends who are already watching us with a twinkle of mischief in their eyes.Then, Arya opened her mouth emitting an ear-piercing shrieked that blankete
Colors of Heartbreak XVII. Knockout Round
I looked up at him, panting. He's already furiously staring at me, painfully gripping my arms while his body pressed against mine, trying so hard to intimidate me.“What the hell, Elle?! Are you that desperate? That pitiful to come here at my wedding prancing with your new husband, no less my boss as an act of revenge? That’s low even for you.” Brad snarled, face inches away from my face.“An act of revenge? Really? Why would I ruin the very wedding I worked so hard for months, Brad?” I waited for some semblance of love I had felt for this man to came. It never did. The fact that the reality had already sunk in but the feeling was just never there. I wish I could have felt something. I just feel empty like the love that was supposed to be there vanish.“Because you're jealous, Elle there's no other explanation.” The funny thing is, as I look at the man I've been with for eight long years I don't feel jealous. I'm mad but I'm not jealous.“Jealous?! Me?
Colors of Heartbreak XVIII. Honey And Moon
The thing about heartbreak was you can’t see anyone other than the person that had hurt you. You can’t see how someone else looks at you because you’re blinded by the pain and betrayal from the past. You looked at everyone like they’re out to get you. Life becomes a series of black and white. Right and wrong. Good and bad. It’s bleak, lonely, and sad.Laughter becomes fleeting and happiness seems nonexistent. And though you appreciate the company and support the wound was still there. Someone may fill up the gap but it doesn’t heal the wound from the past.I was abruptly pulled from my meditative state as Killiad’s voice cut through the thick ambiance inside of his car. I don’t know how long we were just sitting without talking as he let me have my space.“You sure you don’t want it cleaned?” He suddenly asks eyeing my busted knuckles. I shook my head. It’s throbbing but the scrapes already numbed down. Surely if I could handle being cheated and betrayed, I c
Colors of Heartbreak XIX. The First Dance
“True.” I agreed, nodding my head. He took a couple of steps so we were side by side, without asking permission his hand gently grasped my elbow, guiding me to the farthest near the safety railings.Then, he took out his phone. Seconds latera low bass note blared as the first beat started follows by the chord a little higher on the piano.I immediately recognized the music. It's a waltz, the same one I picked for my wedding but have to change it because Brad doesn't like it, he said it's too intimate for a room full of people.“This is late but we never got to dance our first dance as man and wife,” he murmured.“May I have the honor to have the first dance with you, Mrs. Elizabeth Knight?” My eyes misted at his thoughtfulness. How can they say this man is cruel and ruthless when all he did was make my heart sang.I placed my hand on his, accepting his invitation. “It'll be a pleasure, husband.”“I never got to say this
Colors of Heartbreak XX. Letter
Feelings.The feelings of kindness and compassion were outrageous especially when I want to strangle someone with the name of Arya Petrov.I’m not a violent person. I swear. I survived eighteen years in a house with two adults trying to shape me into someone I am not. I didn’t throw things. I didn’t stomp my feet. I didn’t let their lecture and disappointment stopped me from being me. I thought I grew numb when it comes to them.And then Brad happened.Hitting rock bottom is never easy even if I have my friends with me. But for my family, expecting me to just bounce back unscratched is ludicrous and downright impossible.Now, who’s the disappointment?Am I? Or them calling me at three in the morning to say sorry for not making it to ‘my wedding’?Lovely, huh?I told them everything. Well, not everything, I purposely omitted the part where I married a different man a week before ‘Brad and I's wedding’.And
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