Hillary POV"Dad!" I sniffled as I stood in front of my father's grave with lilies in my hand. It was my father's favorite flower when he was alive. As I dropped the lilies on his grave, tears pooled out of my eyes and I knelt in front of him. "I'm sorry you didn't get to walk me down the aisle!" I wiped the tears off my face but they wouldn't stop pooling out. "you shouldn't have died yet Father," I bite my lips as I lamented about my father's death. If he were to be alive, he would have given his word of encouragement like he always does. "Your time will come to Hillary," Those were my father's last words to me. If I had known that he would die soon, I would have spent a lot of time with him. "Everything is going to be alright," Loukas said as he was wheeled towards me by Rotimi. They had paid for everything and I was grateful that they could help me even though Loukas still acted like a dick, I could never forget what he did for me. "Your father is proud of you," Loukas placed hi
Loukas POVA kiss on my lips since a long time ago. Even though the kiss was accidental, I liked the taste of her lips, and don't blame a man like me. Having a paralyzed body and a cheating wife would make you do things that you are not expected to do. I am incapable of love, but what I felt for Hillary was just mere lust that my body reacted to. It wasn't going to happen again because I was going to make sure that it didn't. The rest of the drive was in silence and as Rotimi drove into the mansion, I heaved a sigh and turned to face her. Surprisingly, she was staring back at me. "What are you looking at?" I frowned at her."Nothing," she corrected herself and looked away.Her face makes me remember my ex-wife, and seeing her seated beside me made me think about my ex-wife. I thought she was the world to me, but she had gone behind my back with my stepbrother. Because of her, I almost lost the chance of ever walking again, but now that I've decided to try therapy again, I'm going to
Hillary POVI facepalmed myself for the umpteenth time as Loukas disagreed with my choice of exercise for him. Ever since we started therapy that morning, he had been against everything that I was doing. "Can't you massage my legs without caressing them?""Loukas!" I turned to face Rotimi, who was moving the equipment needed for the therapy with three other men. After signing the contract a day before, he gave me one of his empty rooms and, within a few hours, it was remodeled into a physiotherapy room. Loukas made sure everything was made available, including a mini glass desk, a leather chair for me, and a brown couch that fit his height in case we decided to have a discussion, which I knew was never going to happen. While Rotimi and the men were bringing in the equipment, Loukas and I began his muscle exercise, but he disagreed anytime I tried to help him move his hand."Aren't you going to let me raise your right hand?" I asked Loukas, who slapped my hand when I tried to touch him
Hillary POV: Every story has a backstory. Most of them are epic, while some are bad. Just like how the alley leading to my apartment is dark, how my life has been dark and lonely ever since the beginning.The street's light glitched as I walked toward my apartment, reminding me that my life was a story with a bad backstory. Dogs barked as I walked past different houses along the alley. The waste bin at the front of each home creates a nauseating feeling in my stomach. If I'm to throw up, I will probably throw up nothing because I didn't have breakfast.As I got to the front of my apartment, I met my landlady seated at the front of my door. When she saw me coming, she stood up and rushed to meet me. "Glad you are back," The petite woman who was my landlady clapped her hands. She always does that whenever I don't pay my rent on time. "You are two months late on your rent, Hillary," she shouted and continued clapping her hands. Her voice echoes down the alley, and everyone must have hea
Hillary POVI yawned for the umpteenth time today as I became bored with the therapy session with my patients who refused to pay for their sessions. All they talked about were their personal lives and solutions to them as if I were God.All they had to offer were talks. They took the liberty of coming again because I would always listen to them."That's it, Gary. You are going to be fine." I told my fifth patient, who kept talking about his wife and children. Gary was a fifty-year-old man who lost one of his legs in a factory accident, and ever since then, he had lost every bit of respect he deserved from his family. They rendered him useless, and Gary, who used to be a hardworking man, became a man who had no value to his family."I haven't eaten for days, Hillary. They won't give me anything. "I stared at the man who I thought was better than me, but after listening to his stories, I found out that there were some people I was still better than. "I feel so weak, Hillary. At this ra
Loukas POV"How could you try to kill yourself, Lou? You made me leave you so you could kill yourself! " Rotimi yelled angrily as he continued to rant about my committing suicide. I didn't say a word and watched as he paced around the room. "If that girl hadn't come in time to save you, then you'd probably be dead by now."He was right about that. My mind went over to the girl who saved me, and I couldn't help but think about what would have happened if she hadn't kept me. Amanda would have been on top of the world and taken all my inheritance.Inheritance I don't care about."Are you even listening to what I'm saying?" Rotimi shouted and kicked the door. "That's it, Lou. I'm not leaving you again. We are going to be together forever. ""Including when I need to go to the restroom?" I finally said something.Rotimi rolled his eyes and groaned out in frustration. "I am increasing the security around you. Who knows if you'll kill yourself when no one is watching?"That would be great,"
Hillary POV"I am sorry, Hills, but you can't bury your father unless you pay off your debts." That was what John told me yesterday when I demanded my father's body.It's been a whole day since my father died and when I tried to request his body so I could bury him. The hospital refused because I owed them. It's not like I wasn't going to pay, but I hoped they could let me take my father and bury him so he could rest in peace.I have been on my couch ever since then thinking of how I could make money and bury my father, but every time I spent alone was agonizing as I cried every time I remembered my father.Was that how people die? They just die and cease to exist. Memories of them would be stuck in your head forever.While thinking of how to make money, I got a call from an unknown number, and when I picked it up, it changed everything. "Hello.""Is this Hillary Williams?" The person on the call asked ifI would maintain silence as I wasn't sure who was calling. It could be a fraudst
An actual ghost was standing in front of me, which means the ghost story was real and the only people I know to wear all-white outfits are ghosts.The ghost tried to touch me, but I moved backward and tripped over my luggage. To cut the story short, I landed on my butt."Miss Hillary, are you alright?" The ghost asked me.The ghost could talk. I haven't seen Ghost Talk except in movies and novels, and they are not actual ghosts. "You..." I pointed to the ghost. "How are you talking right now?" I questioned the ghost."It's me, Rotimi. I called you a few hours ago. " Rotimi was a ghost. I've been talking to a ghost."Oh my!" I exclaimed and covered my mouth. "You are a ghost!"Rotimi narrowed his eyes but didn't say anything. He offered his hand for me to take, and when I refused, he bent to my level and grabbed my hand. "Can a ghost do this?" I noticed his hand didn't go through my hand, which means he was not a ghost.Why did I mistake him for a ghost? I have gone crazy thinking that