Helen POV" You should have called before you came," Lucas said as he poured glasses of wine."Can't I surprise my husband again?" He smirked and handed over one of the glasses to me."You keep making me dismiss meetings. The point is I can't focus while you're waiting." A wry smile escaped my mouth. He sounded sweet and sexy. "It's not my fault then, you are probably drunk on love." I teased curling up my legs. He ran his hand over his face before revealing a beautiful smile. Watching him smile like that was rare, but trust me it was remarkable. I don't know Lucas as someone who could indulge in conversations that require teasing. But here he is smiling at it wholeheartedly."Well, I couldn't go home since mum is always busy with cooking. So I decided to stop by and share with you the good news I heard in the office today." Lucas's eyes lit and he rested on his chair."Alright then, I'm all ears." "It's about the Oscars, Catherine told me I should be expecting not less than 8 award
HELEN POV"Why are you crying, Mr. Downell," I said between my breaths, trying to sit up."You are surely stronger than you look. I never expected this from a woman." He stretched out his hand and helped me sit up. I chuckled. "There was a fire outbreak, I saw it spread before my eyes while I was on the phone with you. It was so violent that I thought I would die. But a man came in and saved me. I need to thank him.""The man is right here, I saved you. The little witch wanted to kill you." Perplexed by his words."Did you come with a chopper?" I watch him gently."And who is the little witch that intends to kill me? I believe I was careless with the gas cooker. I must have forgotten to turn it off after heating the water." "After the incident, there was an investigation. Every room was searched and a gallon of fuel was found in Catherine's room. The police even saw your room card in her purse. She set the room ablaze to kill you." My mouth widened, and a rush of chill ran down my s
HELEN To say that I am excited today is an understatement. My joy burns with roses. I was selected to attend the famous models' Grand Finale organized by Classy Heels Talent, the biggest modeling agency in the country. It's a feat I have worked my whole life to achieve. Seeing myself here under the illumination of all these expensive lights, showcasing my talent before important men like Mr. Philip Anderson, the COO of Triple Friends Group of Companies, and Mr. Rex, the managing director of Off-guard Magazine, is enough reason to be euphoric. My life has been from hardship to struggling ever since I lost my dad four years ago. I had just concluded high school at that time and gotten admission into college. I was packing up my things that evening to leave the following morning when my phone rang. The doctor told me he got involved in a vital accident. Whenever I go through the phase of remembering that cold evening in the hospital. I feel tortured, hated, and ill-fated. How he suff
Helen I still hear conversations outside, but can't connect or piece together the words. My dry throat increases my thirst for more drinks, and I smack my mouth repeatedly like a drunkard on a bar stool ready to shut down. My vision has now become vividly blurred, I stretch toward the sound of the ringing phone, and I feel my purse. I bring out the phone and look at the screen. Sadly, all I see is a red light. The substance has finally distorted my vision, bringing it to total shutdown. I shut my eyes and lift my head, reckoning on the dilemma of regaining consciousness and consuming more alcohol that's playing in my head at the moment. After a few seconds, I decide to go outside and get more wine. I stagger towards the door, and my head continues to spin mercilessly. I barely locate the door handle, so I give up and lean on the wall, then listen to the rhythm of my racing heart. Some weird sex scene from the movies I'd seen starts playing in my head, and unconsciously I start lic
Helen “Apologies sir, I never knew she is connected to you. Please release me.” he pleads with a shaky voice, the man utter no word and keeps pacing towards him. He struggles to get free, but he was no match to the shirtless man. He flings his hand once again with speed and absolute strength to free from the man’s grip, he succeeds but ends up hitting me on the head mistakenly as he turns to run away. I feel a strong but cozy hand around my waist, which bars me from dropping on the tiled floor as everywhere turns black. *** Helen As the rays from the morning sun from the window shines into my face, my eyelids tickle, and I open my eyes once again to a beautiful morning of another pain and nightmares. I swam around yesterday, it was terrifying. I remember how cheerful I was at the beginning of the day until everything fell apart. The hanky-panky Bobby tried to play on me. A sigh escaped my mouth. I would have been in the headlines today. Every model would be looking up to me as a
Helen I went inside the bathroom to changed from the night gown to my dress. I looked around the bathroom, in search of the bathroom mirror, the mirror for a long time now has been my best friend. Ever since my mum was admitted in the hospital, the mirror has been my true companion. It’s the only thing that never lie to me. No one really understand my feelings except the mirror. It has seen all the dimensions of me, and still accept every part of it. There was one behind the bathroom door. It was gigantic. It shows my full body, just as I wanted. I stared at the broken me standing with swollen eyes as I changed. The one thing that never cease coming to my head albeit all the difficult times I’d face hours ago was my mum. It's a day and some hours since I saw her last. I wanted to console my self, remind myself that I am always strong, and always ready to subdue any hurdle that may come my way. But I find myself succumbing to it. My heart was so heavy that the weight affect my le
Lucas I was only in Texas for my first mission as the chosen would-be CEO of Triple Friend's Group of Companies. The board of directors had sent me for a preliminary program at Classy Heels Talent Company, a subsidiary of Triple Friends Group of Companies. My mission was to supervise the activities and increase the revenue of the company in 2 years. The plan was to inspect my managing skills to see if I would be eligible to become the overall CEO of TFGC. I was born into one of the 3 families that founded Triple Friends Group of Companies, which means my family is one of the most powerful families in the country, but with the fact that I was the would-be CEO of TFGC makes me and my family the most powerful. I landed in Texas in good spirits, everything was flourishing. Mr. Philip, my assistant, had done a great job in managing Classy Heels. He was the only person my family trusted to play this politics for them. Yes, it’s politics because winning the CEO of Trillions of Dollar wo
Lucas Throughout the night, I couldn't help but push my problem aside like it wasn’t something to worry about and watch her sleep, she became my worry at the moment. I find myself worrying about what’s going on in her beautiful mind. I felt pity each time I turned to see her sleep talk. It makes me wonder how much the substance had filled her bloodstream. Morning finally came, and she mumbled as she adjusted her position. Whenever I want to stop looking, the more I feel something stronger than my inner body draws me to her brown eyes. I exhaled gratefully when I noticed she was finally conscious and away from her environment. But for some minutes she kept looking deep and tears rushed down her eyes. I blame Mr. Philip for stepping in at that moment. I felt a sharp pain pierce my heart as her tears dropped. The same pain that I got when her eyes met mine last night. My heart melted like molten lava. I wanted to hold her in my arms and reassure her that she was fine and everything w