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
SANDRA'S POVI walked quickly out of the elevator, my heels clicking on the floors in time with the swaying of my hips as I strode down the hall towards my father's office. At the same time, I could feel the eyes of others following my every move. Some of the workers who passed by greeted me, but I didn't turn my head or respond as I continued to walk past.When I reached the door of my father's office, I barged right in, unannounced. Inside, my father was seated at his desk with two other men in front of him. Their heads turned around when I came in.My father raised an eyebrow at my appearance before wrapping things up with his visitors."I'll take care of the rest, you two go ahead."The men nodded and left the room while I watched them go. Then, I turned back to face my father, striding into one of the chairs in front of his desk and slamming my purse tiredly on the table. My father, James Henderson, was a Congressman who has been in politics for many years. He was known as one of
SYDNEY'S POVI watched Sandra's retreating figure with a look of amusement. The woman had a flair for the dramatic entries and exits, even when the situation didn't call for it. As soon as Sandra was out of sight, I glanced back at Mark who had turned around on the wheels of his wheelchair to fix the zipper of his hospital pants.His amnesia didn't take away his feelings of self awareness at least, I thought. Who knew what had happened a few seconds before I arrived at the door. I did hear her complaining about him not being sexually active or something.Mark turned back to face me, his brows arching up as though he was silently daring me to comment on his situation. And I felt heat creeping up my neck all because I was fighting back a laugh. Even with his memory gone, Mark still wouldn't stop acting tough. Talk about the kind of egoistic consistency that ran in one's veins.I folded my arms over my chest and walked into the room as nonchalantly as I could, and with a pointed look, I