SYDNEY'S POVI helped Grace to her car. I went back inside and snatched her phone from amongst the spilled content of her bag. I didn't even need to search far, right on her lock screen was a picture of her and a man that looked familiar.I tucked her phone in my back pocket, I found a pair of flip-flops and went back to meet her in the car. As I drove to the hospital, she didn't say anything, her head was lopsided on her neck as she looked out the windows, a haunted and sad expression swirling in her eyes.I had no idea what to say or how to comfort her. What if she actually wanted the silence. So occasionally, I would squeeze her hand and slowly, ever so slowly, her fingers wrapped around mine too. And I felt a sense of relief washed over me. She was still there. My feisty Grace was still there.When I got to the hospital, a nurse met me halfway and the both of us helped Grace to a ward. They instantly started treatment on her after I settled the bills.I held Grace's hand as the do
He looked taken aback as his eyes took in my furious expression. "Sydney," he reiterated and the sound of his voice repeating my name had seriously started to irritate me."Where is Joel?"His lips seemed to wobble for a while before he was able to get his words out. "How did you get here?" Then his brows creased and his eyes softened as he took a step forward toward me. He pointed at the door behind me, "For how long were you behind that door, Sydney?" His eyes searched mine, probing, "What did you hear just now?" He started to stride toward me after he asked the last question.I raised my palm in the air to stop him. He instantly halted his strides and concern and confusion swirled in his gaze as they met mine."Sydne-" he started, but I couldn't bear to hear my name from his lips one more time."Can you stop saying my name and just tell me where the fuck Joel is?" My words burst out hotly, fueled by frustration, anger and hurt."Why do you want to see Joel? Is there any problem?" H
As Mark stood grounded before me, Sandra suddenly fell silent and the men respectfully took quick steps back.Then before he said anything, he signaled for the bartender to come over. The lanky boy who seemed to be covering his shift, with his eyes wide, didn't hesitate to run to Mark."Good day, sir," he bent his head in greeting, his hand firmly by his side. He seemed to be doing his best not to look my way. I didn't blame him, he just watched me smash a bottle on a man's head."Go to whoever your boss is and get every single person, apart from us, to get out of this bar. I'll settle the bills."He bobbed his head eagerly, "Yes sir! Right away sir!" Then he turned and fled.I reasoned why Mark would do that then I concluded that he had a point. We all came from well known families in elite society but I didn't care. There is no way anything that leaks out of this ruckus will cause harm to my reputation. Since no one, apart from the employees at Atelier studios, really knew that I co
Joel seemed to shrink into his skin as he turned to Mark. His brows furrowed in confusion, "Dude, I thought we were best friends? I thought you'd always have my back." His said with disbelief."We are best friends and I would always have your back," Mark replied indifferently then he shrugged and tucked his hands into his pocket. "But she's my wife and trust me, I'm not supporting anyone.""So you're just going to stand there and let your wife bully us like that?" Joel murmured with a still disappointment in his eyes."Are you just going to let my wife bully you like that?" Mark retorted calmly, his brows arched, leaving Joel speechless as he gaped at him. Mark shrugged, "What? Am I supposed to be your bodyguard or something?Joel's words came out with frustration as he lashed out, "I'm holding back because of you!"Please, spare me," I confronted him in disdain. "Don't be a coward now. Treat me just as you did Grace. Let your whore showcase her claws and scratch my face like the sava
I stormed out of the cafe, ready to speed back to the hospital, away from all of these despicable humans and back to Grace.About a dozen feet away from the car, I heard heavy footsteps rapidly pounding after me. They caught up to me and their hands dropped on my shoulder."Sydney, wait. Calm down."I rolled my eyes, of course it was him. No other person there had the arrogance to not let me walk out of their presence or hardheaded enough to still follow and tell me to calm the fuck down!I shook off his hand on my shoulder and continued to match forward. He caught up to me and grabbed my shoulder again. "Come on!" He gritted his teeth, "Alright then, let me take you home. You're too emotional to drive now."Emotional! I scoffed and roughly shrugged off his hands again. I looked at the car in determination. Just a few more steps and I'd be in that car and driving off away from this bastard."Sydney, you shouldn't drive when you're this angry? It's dangerous."I still ignored him. Why
When I got to Grace's ward, her face was ghostly pale and her lips were dry and she was still asleep just as I had left her! I asked a nurse who came in to note down her temperature and condition."Did she ask after me when I was away?" I asked, hoping for an assuring response but she only confirmed my suspicions. She shook her head, "No, she has been asleep since you left."With my throat closed tight in panic, I went in search of the doctor. I found him stepping out of another ward. I ran to him, "Why is she still asleep? I was gone for quite a while!" I left the formalities and went straight to the main reason why I was before him.He arched a brow, "The patient in room seven?" I nodded, then he smiled calmly, "Don't worry she'd be fine."I relaxed a bit. The doctor's smile was reassuring. But when I sat by Grace, listening to her infrequent ragged breathing, I couldn't help but worry. Was she really going to be fine? The bastards really did a number on her. I gritted my teeth and
With a sigh of resignation, I boarded another taxi and headed for the Torres mansion. I knew it was where Grandma Doris would be. The mansion was more her own than Rose's.But since Grandma Doris was barely around, her vivacious nature would not allow her stay stuck in a place; she didn't allow her age or responsibilities to clip her wings, the mansion was solely left in Rose's care since Mark didn't stay at the mansion, leaving Rose the opportunity to wad around the place bullying and commanding others - her best traits.As I entered the compound of the Torres mansion, right in the garage of the mansion was the car I left at Milli bar yesterday. It was probably driven over by Mark. Good, then I can just go with it when I'm leaving here.My mind was still occupied with the prospect of seeing Grandma and what she might have to say when I was pulled out of my thoughts by Grandma's shrill voice."Sydney!" Her voice might be weak but her body definitely wasn't. I watched, a mixture of hap
Doris and I walked out of the living under Rose and Mark's watchful gaze, feeling their scrutinizing eyes boring into us as the door closed behind us.Stepping out into the tranquil courtyard, we walked through the courtyard then into the garden. The garden cocooned us in its serene stillness. The occassional gentle rustle of leaves, and the soft fluttering of birds' wings disrupted the calm stillness. The vibrant hues of the various flowers lot up the the whole area, their petals swayed gracefully in the breeze and the equally colourful butterflies of all shapes and sizes flitted avout in the garden, adding an ethearal feel and look to the space.I admired the flowers and butterflies. I sighed quietly, if only my life could be as effortless as their beauty.Grandma Doris had her hands clasped behind her back as we walked along the pathway between the garden. It would pain me to say no to Doris but it was what I have to do."Sydney ," Doris finally called, her voice was a soothing bal