ONE MONTH LATERThe days after Grandma was declared to be in coma passed like a blur. Business was booming, Lucas and I got closer than ever, everything was going well or so it seemed.Mark and Sandra announced their engagement and it was to be scheduled today. Sandra had not been able to stop talking about it all over the net."I wonder how Steven and Sandra feel about this," Grace was watching one of many of Sandra's pre-wedding reels when she absentmindedly said it.I only raised my brows and said nothing. She hadn't looked up for a response so I didn't think she was expecting a response. Besides, I didn't care how the both of them felt to know what to respond. Maybe I do care about how Mark felt but that was only because after Doris made me promise, I sometimes feel responsible for him. My heart grew heavy at the thought of Grandma.With Mark's continuously booming financial status, Sandra's strict and luxurious demands were all met.If I was being very honest, the whole thing was
I sighed and ignored his question. I continued working on his suit. Over the last few weeks, Mark and I had eased into this platonic and business partners relationship but we could both feel that there was something simmering underneath all of our formalities and professionalism. Neither of us acknowledged it; it was also why I usually never want to spend too much time with him, especially alone. Now, I just wanted to be done as soon as possible and leave from there.But I should have known that he wouldn't back down. Mark was never the type to shy away or back down from anything."I asked you a question," he deadpanned.I sighed again. I really wasn't up for any bantering this morning. "It's your wedding day, Mark," I said, sounding bored. "Why would you ask me a question like that?"I shook my head and spared him a glance before I made the final touches on getting his suit well fitted on him. I took a step back, my eyes raked up and down his fit form and I managed a smile. From a di
For a moment, there was silence as the realization of what just happened sunk in, then I broke out of my frozen state and ran over to the crash, my heart lodged in my throat.There were already a number of passersby around the crash. Some called 911 while some uselessly brought out their phone to film the accident.I dropped my bag and squatted beside the wreckage that used to be Mark's car. In there, Mark, his driver and his assistant were stuck in there, upside down. Blood trickled down Mark's temple."Mark!" No matter how many times I screamed his name, he didn't open his eyes. "Mark! Hang in there…" I looked around me and asked for the help of the people standing around. They could at least make their presence useful."Somebody, help!" I screamed and turned back to Mark. "I need help!" I continued shouting as I reached for Mark and attempted to pull him out."Help!" I looked up again and immediately looked back at Mark in the car only to snap my head back up, with a friend on my f
A WEEK LATERI dragged my tired eyes from the screen when my phone kept on vibrating. I knew it couldn't be Lucas because I had a separate ringing tone for his calls and his would definitely ring out, it wouldn't be Grace; she would have stormed up here if she called more than twice and I didn't pick up.Now, this was the fifth time this caller had called. I would give it to the caller though. The person had called for five times straight in a row, their persistence was admirable.I yawned and rubbed my tired eyes then I leaned back against my seat and grabbed the phone from the table. The number calling wasn't saved on my phone and it wasn't even familiar at all."Hello…" I drawled after I picked up the call."Good afternoon, ma'am. Am I speaking with Miss Sydney? You brought in Mr Mark Torres after he was involved in an accident."I frowned and sat up. "Good afternoon. Yes, I am Sydney.""I am a caregiver and I am the one assigned to Mr Mark Torres."I raised my eyebrows. I remember
BELLA'S POVMy face scrunched up in disgust as I peered at the caller's ID.What does she want? Why is she calling me? I thought irritatingly. And most importantly, how come I still have her contact saved on my phone?I stared ahead, my gaze lingering on the smiling faces of the people stepping out of the gate. When she wouldn't stop ringing me up, I decided to pick up the damn call."What do you want?" I blurted out icily."Hello, bestie. It's been a while, don't you think?"I scoffed, the idiot was speaking like were still friends. Was she even ever my friend? She always claimed that she hated Sydney for my sake, yet all the while she was only ogling the man I wanted."What do you want, Sandra?" I gritted out, my hands tightening on the object that I held on to in the pocket of my baggy jean jumpsuit. With how agitated I was just by hearing her voice, if she were standing before me, I wouldn't have hesitated to use it on her without any remorse.She groaned like she used to whenever
SYDNEY'S POV"Wow!" I finally let out and dragged my gaze away from my phone.I just got a call from the police department. They have Bella in their custody for murdering Isaac.These past weeks, a lot had been happening, From Doris to Mark to the trivial matters had to deal with either at work or at the hospital where Mark was admitted. There was just a whole lot and I had been going through them like I was programmed to do them so I had just sat frozen when I heard the news, unable to process what the police officer had said.Now that I think about it, the officer's words replayed in my head, I wondered why I was the one they called. What about our parents?To my amazement, the news didn't surprise me like it should, probably the reason why it took so long before I could react. I really don't think anything can surprise me anymore.Though, within myself, to be honest, I salute Bella. It must have taken a lot of guts and grit to do what she did. Even though she tended to be violent,
Mark's frown deepened and his eyes swept up and down my frame for almost a minute before he burst out, "I may have amnesia, but I'm not stupid. How could I possibly have such a young mother? How old am I?"I couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up my throat. I was sad that he lost his memory but it felt really good, too good, to have him back. To listen to him throw his blunt statements without a second thought.Turns out his memory is the only thing he lost afterall. Thank God. I don't think I would be able to handle him if he turned out to lose his memory and become dense on top of that. He still had his wits around him.I took a seat beside his bed and he shifted, now sitting up. "Of course, I couldn't have given birth to a son as old as you. I'm your stepmother."I couldn't tell know why I kept at it but it was fun. I guess I wanted to utilize this opportunity that I have. Right now, I was just a random woman and he was just a random man - might be a bricklayer, a policeman, a dru
**EXPLICIT SCENE AHEAD***Rose coming in finally to claim the role of Mark's family member meant I no longer had any business there and I pushed myself past the gawking bodies of people with their gaudy outfits and overpowering perfumes that made made me wrinkle my nose in distaste until I reached the end of the corridor.For some reason, I glanced back at the door to Mark's private ward with a wry chuckle slipping past my lips. Just look at all these people acting like the typical bottom climbers they were when they'd been practically nowhere to be found, days ago.We never know who our true friends are until things go spectacularly to hell.Sighing, I sank into the passenger's seat of my car and pulled the door closed after me, then I threw my purse on the passenger side.I looked out of the windshield at the stream of people ebbing in and out of the hospital. And all I couldn't help but think of, sitting there, was the scene of Mark's accident where I'd seen Luigi. I remembered see