“You need to make a more gentle stroke there. It’s your face, don’t you know what your own face looks like?” Aira’s grandmother nagged as Aira sat beside her working on the huge painting that was supposed to be her own wedding gift.Aira sighed and redid her stroke looking at her grandmother.“No, grandma. I don’t stare at my face in the mirror all day long, so I can’t just paint it out of my memory,” She said.“You painted your husband’s face well enough though. I bet you stare at him long enough to paint him out of your memory,” Her grandmother retorted.Aira sighed and put the brush down,“Alright, that’s it. Your time allowed in your workshop is up. You should be heading back to bed,” She told her grandmother who sighed not having the strength to protest against her.It showed how much her grandmother still hadn’t recovered from her stroke. She was still weak and would get tired after spending less than twenty minutes out of bed. Most of her time is spent either napping or trying
Aira stopped by the bathroom making sure that her eyes weren’t puffy from crying earlier. Washing her face, she looked at the mirror for a moment before sighing. Vincent was here again.He only left this morning, if things keep going like this her goal to stay away from him would be completely ruined.Pulling out her phone, she updated the news on it. A habit she had learned since she got that text from Jace with Vincent’s scandal article. Later on, she told Jace to stop sending those kinds of things to her. He had been trying to get back with her since the day of her wedding. For someone not to get that things were really over between two people, he has to be one hard headed idiot.Making her way out of the bathroom and down the stairs to the sitting room where Vincent was waiting for her, she took a deep breath before going inside.Vincent sat there staring at his phone intently not noting her presence until she started walking toward him.“Oh, hey,” He said with a tired smile.He l
Aira Stared at the woman before her as she smiled coyly. She was wearing a tight fit shirt and jeans in black with leather high heel boots. Her long hair was much like Vincent’s and her eyes were a deep green that made her wonder if she was his long lost sister. And her smiling lips painted red made her look like a predator who just finished eating his prey.Except that she felt like she was the prey and she had yet to be eaten. Because there was no mistaking it, despite the resemblance, there was no denying who the woman who stood before her was."Hello there, Nice to meet you.” She said before Aira said anything, “I'm Carla Valory," She said with a smile.“Nice to meet you, Carla. You must be one of Vincent’s cousins.” She answered.She’d only seen these kinds of things in scenes in soap operas. When the wife and the mistress meet. Or should she say the fake wife and the mistress?“You must be wondering what Vincent’s cousin is doing here visiting you like this,” She said.“I’ve ask
Vincent parked his car in the driveway trying to fight the weariness that was creeping up on him and steeling himself to go into the dark silent house once again.Before Aira moved in, he never thought about returning to his townhouse while empty as something tedious. Now it was something he dreaded.Looking up, he spotted Aira’s black beetle parked in front of the house and he perked up hurrying up the stairs and opening the door.He entered the house and spotted Aira on the counter through the dark, then looked down at her luggage by the door. “You’re really here. I saw your car.” He said then added, “Did you need something?” Wondering why she needed this much luggage in the first place.He stepped inside removing his tie and he looked back at the luggage still thinking about the luggage. He was already having a hard time without her, if she tells him that she was prolonging her stay at her grandmother’s he was going to ask her to let him stay with them.“Why are you sitting here i
Warning: This chapter may contain some explicit content. Please read with caution. “I wanted you,” Aira wanted to reach out to Vincent when he said that. Her hopes perked up, but she tamed them down as her cynical side won over her emotional side. “I know that too. You needed me to accomplish all this. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have been able to accomplish any of this,” She said repeating what that cynical voice whispered in her head breaking her own heart with each word. “I was told several times that you were a manipulative person. And I thought that I understood what they meant back then. But it turns out that I didn’t,” She said, “I never understood to what extent your manipulations could run,” Vincent’s silence was like a spear through her heart. She wanted him to reach out and swear that he didn’t do any of this. That this is another misunderstanding. Another one of his family’s schemes. “No, Aira. You don’t understand,” He said, not denying anything, he simply clarified, “I
Warning: This chapter may contain some explicit content. Please read with caution. Vincent knew that he should stop. He knew that he was supposed to pull back. That what he was doing is wrong. But he couldn’t. It was as if a veil had been covering his mind, a red veil of anger, passion, and… fear? He was afraid that he was losing Aira. No, he knew that he had already lost her but he refused to let go of her. Even if he has to tie her and lock her up somewhere where no one would find her. No one but him. He watched as she moaned in pleasure bneath his touch, she was beautiful. her face was flushed with desire, but her eyes burned with something that looked like anger, betrayal and hate. She probably hated him by now. He would hate himself by now. But still, Vincent couldn’t stop. It was as if the beast that he had been trying to hold back since he met her got unleashed and there was no controlling it anymore. The first time Vincent saw Aira, he remembered something primal moving w
“Wha- Vincent….” She said her voice heavy with panting as she looked at him with horror. What was he going to do with her phone?Without answering her she taped on the screen of her ringing phone answering the call. “Hi, Ian,” he said as a way of greeting and blood drained from her face at the realisation that her brother was calling her at this time.That’s right, he was supposed to visit their grandmother that night. “She stopped by to pick a few things up,” Vincent answered, “she seemed tired so I didn’t let her drive back today. She will be there tomorrow,” She wanted to scoff at that act he was putting on. He was so good at those that she almost believed him. That damned man.“Alright man, I’ll let her know when she’s awake,” she said.She glared up at him as he finished the call and threw her phone back on the pile of clothes.“Untie me,” she defied but he only smiled at her.“What are you doing?! Untie me already!” She repeated and he smirked this time.“You think we’re done
Aira told her grandmother everything. From the contract to their relationship, how he had made it like her father was going bankrupt.She had clicked her tongue at that cursing her father for being a stubborn old goon.After telling her the whole tale Aira’s hat felt lighter. It felt extremely light and freed as if she had been holding it all down for so long.“If only it hadn’t been for that stubborn father of yours,” Her grandmother sighed at one point, “But my dear, I would have expected nothing less from you. You’ve always held your family dear since you were young no matter how much they hurt you… How much WE hurt you,” She muttered,“Grandma, I told you to stop beating yourself up about that,” She said wiping her tear-swollen eyes.“Oh, what is it that I have left if it’s not for my lamenting and wallowing? At least let me wallow about it for a while…” She said and Aira smiled at her grandmother’s antics.Her grandmother smiled back and covered her hand with hers.“Honey, I know