Frier's POVThe bizarre reality of tonight's outcome was still very much pending, I haven't gotten my hands on the piece of vital information that brought me here and somehow it didn't seem like I was anywhere close to finding it! What am I gonna do with these two pile of stumbling blocks?!They’re seriously driving me insane!“Frieren can you hear me? Open the door”Lucious voice broke my train of thought and my lost eyes once again stared at Nicklaus prying gaze. “Let me go”My voice was calm and a little muffled under his hold but it wasn’t for long because he finally released my cheeks and I couldn’t help but flex my jaw in delight. Without any more words, I circled him and took steps towards the door but I didn’t expect him to grab my hands and halt my movement. “What?” My voice took some pitches higher and Lucious caught on “What’s going on? Open the door”.I kept staring at Nicklaus like prey tryna keep an eye out for a predator. He was capable of anything! I watched the
Frier’s POVThere wasn’t a need to guess Lucious next move. Any man would’ve been triggered to leave a punch in Nicklaus's face and Lucious wasn’t an exception. The two men were having it with each other and I took the opportunity to get off the desk and arrange my appearance. Like I said before, I don’t care if they tear themselves to shreds. It’ll only be to my advantage so I planned to slip out in the ruckus but my plans were brought to a halt when my ears picked up a set of baffling information!“Arya died with your child! You deserve to be consumed with guilt for the rest of your life! Don’t even think of happiness!”Lucious raging voice stopped my motion. I was almost at the door but I couldn’t bring my legs to keep walking. Lucious knew? How the hell did he know? At this point, I think a better questing is who the f*ck didn’t?! Does that mean Lucious was the one who told Nicklaus? Well… that solves that problem but then who told Lucious? The only answer I can think of is Al
The cold air found a way to sip through the closed windows. Winter was closer than ever and its melancholy feel matched the heart of Emily’s laying figure. It was nighttime so the room was dimly lit to sooth the temperature but these details went unnoticed by her sickly frame. Her usually bright eyes stared lifelessly at the window. Once a thing of excitement turned into a memory of pain. She used to wait out a window just like this, and each time she stared out with expectations it always came true. After Alex's shift, he’d take a drive to her apartment and wave from below. His beaming smile, her remedy. His cheerful gesture, her delight. Without another word, she’d run down and give him a pouncing hug, one that embedded itself with longing and satisfaction. Every night…But things changed and so did that warm feeling of love. Its sweet taste had turned bitter in her lips and who knows better than the window which she gazes upon every night? But now there’s no one to meet her gaz
Frier's POVThis weather holds a depressing amount of memories, I can't wait to be home already. I've only been out for some hours but it seems I've been apart from Aiden for far too long. The attachment formed between mother and child was indeed a scary thing.Looking back, I'm starting to understand Melissa a whole lot. She didn't want me having any association with the Harringtons and that's exactly what I'm doing to Aiden. Will he resent me from depriving him of paternal love?Am I making the right decision?…these thoughts keep me up at night and even now as I sit in the back seat and stare at the moving scenery, I can't help but wonder. ‘How will this end?’“We're here Miss”I exchanged a glance with the driver from the rear and got down. Damien’s mansion looked magnificent as always. It's such a shame I won't be staying here for much longer. If not for the circumstances and the fact that he is a prince, I would've taken up his offer and married him. That way I’d give Aiden
A wedding they say, is a blissful union. A joining of love poured out to form a pair who'd journey the rest of their lives together but that wasn't the case in this scenario.There’s another world where that word serves as nothing but ink on paper. A tool of agreement and a means to an end. That was exactly the case for Alex and Lucy and while they stood at the altar of an outdoor theme event, none of their eyes held a warmth strong enough to draw a smile on their lips.But that didn’t matter to Frieren, she was determined to give Alex a wedding gift on behalf of Emily. To her, Emily had no say in how she decided to handle this situation.Even if no one said it, she knew. Alex’s sudden breakup and betrayal played a huge role in Emily’s suicide attempt. Not that her actions were justifiable but she was already at rock bottom and the only thing she clung to for hope cast her away but that wasn’t even the most deserting part of it. The reality of him getting married a week after was
Frier’s POV Finally a moment of peace, I knew this was the calm before the storm. A fleeting time of tranquility before I wreaked havoc in the lives of my so-called family. If only they knew what’s coming they wouldn’t be so relaxed but what’s the fun in that?The sweet feeling of payback can only be savored when it hits unexpected and that’s exactly the plan. Right now it’s late in the morning and I just returned from the investigation unit. I spoke with some officers and revealed my true identity but due to the alterations in my looks, they said they’d have to run a DNA test on me using Andrew’s sample to verify my identity. I didn’t know it would be that tiring to restore my identity or is it because I was already declared dead? In any case, I told them not to inform Andrew, that their method of collecting his sample must be discrete. Can’t have them ruining my plans!So, I guess now we wait?…Once my identity is confirmed Nicklaus would definitely get a whiff of it but I cou
Median Hospital “Doctor No! Please, wait! Please...” Her eyes which sparkles like the stars now seemed lifeless as tears rolled down her cheeks, Arya pleaded once again with the doctor to save her mother. “I am sorry miss, without money we won’t be able to operate on her” Arya stood frozen to the ground, she knew it was ridiculous to ask for a free bone marrow surgery but what can she do in this desperate situation. As always life has been so cruel to her, she clenched her fist as the thought of going to ask her father for help flew through her mind, the thought alone enraged her, The very people that made life unbearable for her and her mother are the ones she is forced to ask for help?. “look at this poor girl with her physique she could be mistook for a super model at first glance”. A passer-by murmured “you’re right she looks like a fallen heiress, what a shame such a spec of gold is wasting away in the dust”. their bickering brings her back to reality but she’s unbothered
It was none other than Anna, Arya’s stepsister. “Mhmm, what’s that stench? who allowed this country bumpkin into this house?!” Anna said while gesticulating with her hands as though there was a fowl stench. Arya stopped in her tracks and shot Anna a murderous gaze, she flinched. “Why’re you giving me that nasty look? Did I say something wrong? You don’t belong here and that’s a fact! You and your sickly mother should stay where you belong and stop polluting perfectly clean air!” Anna retorted trying to get back her composure. smiling cynically Arya stated “you’re right, everyone should stay where they belong!.” Anna who was obviously taken aback didn’t expect Arya to be so compliant but then again she’s always been an easy pushover. Unaware that Arya’s words were dripping with sarcasm she put on a smug look and said mockingly.“Yes, seems you finally know your place, I don’t want to see you or your peasant of a mother anywhere close to this mansion or you’ll be thrown out. U