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In his eyes Stage lights
The stage lights glinted off Greg's tailored brown blazer, throwing his well-fitted blue t-shirt into sharp relief. He looked almost…different. Gone were the plain shirts and boring sweaters he wore when he was Graycen's teacher. That version of Greg was replaced by a modern, laid-back sophistication. The way his blue trousers mirrored the t-shirt, the stylish leather shoes completing the ensemble – it was a studied effortlessness, exuding a quiet confidence Nora almost hadn't recognized.As Greg approached, greeting her with a hug, Nora felt a flicker of something within. Was it relief at his presence, a comfort amidst the swirling storm of Angelina's show? Or was it…something more? She couldn't help but steal another glance, she couldn't believe he had successfully fooled her for so long.She had been in a relationship with a billionaire and she had no idea, he had completely deceived her. Angelina's voice broke the spell, her practised warmth as artificial as the studio lights. "Th
In his eyes Caution
The air crackled with hesitant anticipation as Greg took the stage, his gaze searching the sea of faces before landing on Nora. With a deep breath, he began, "When I met Nora, falling in love wasn't even a whisper in the wind. In fact, the last year had been a brutal storm, one that nearly cost me my life."His voice, usually composed and confident, held a tremor that resonated with a raw vulnerability. The audience leaned forward, drawn into the gravity of his words. Memories flickered across his mind -Dripping sophistication and charm, Greg was fully dressed in a black tuxedo. He abhorred social gatherings because most of the time he would have to make small talk with people who didn't know him, people who had their hidden agenda. He enjoyed being backstage running his businesses and growing his empire but today was different. Miley made all the difference, Greg was having all the feelings including butterflies flying around in his tummy. Having spent a whole month in Paris with Mi
In his eyes Dollars
Greg watched as the audience became quiet, they were hanging onto his every word. Even Angelina was caught up in the story but it was Nora’s attention he wanted. He seemed like he was a good storyteller only this wasn’t a story but his life. He lived through the experiences. "Taking Miley to go see my parents was one of the happiest days of my life", Greg began again looking into the audience. "I felt so proud of myself, I had met a woman who was beautiful, graceful with a pure and compassionate heart. I would spend hours going through her website and social media pages, looking at all the charity work she was involved in. My five brothers and their wives had all agreed to come to the farm and meet Miley. I was the last in a family of seven. We had only a sister and although she couldn't make it, she had sent her warmest regards, in her words, ' She is so lucky to have you',", Greg said as he was once again drawn into the scene that day at the farm. Mr and Mrs White, Greg's parents
In his eyes Whistling
The air crackled with tension, thick as the smoke curling from the dying fire. Greg's skin prickled under the weight of his brothers' gazes, each one a laser beam of suspicion. He knew the question hanging in the air was a loaded one, a grenade waiting to detonate the fragile peace."Theodore," he began, his voice tight with barely suppressed anger, "this isn't the time or place for this."But his father, Herbert, cut him off, his voice booming like a cannon across the clearing. "Son," he said, his gaze unwavering, "you're a grown man, you're your own master. You don't have to answer to anyone…" He paused, taking a long swig from his beer bottle, the clinking echoing in the silence. "But we're family, Greg. And family thrives on accountability. So, tell us, what did you do with two hundred million dollars?""He bought a property for her", Theodore said.Theodore's pronouncement, like a stone tossed into a still pond, sent ripples of shock through everyone.Greg heard some people in t
In his eyes Shower
The whistle died a sudden death, replaced by a chilling silence that seemed to crackle like a dying campfire. Greg's blood froze in his veins. The door opened and out came Samuel. Of all the people, Greg thought would be in that shower, Samuel wasn't one of them. He stood rooted to the spot, a fly trapped in amber, as the bathroom door creaked open.He was dripping wet with a towel precariously draped around his waist. His hair clung to his forehead, his eyes, wide with surprise, flickered to Greg before settling on Miley.The air thrummed with unspoken accusations. Greg's mind reeled, his carefully constructed reality dissolving like cheap sandcastles under a tidal wave. It was Samuel, his best friend, the voice of caution, the one who'd questioned Evergreen, who was in his fiancé's apartment, in her bed.Before Greg could even articulate the torrent of questions roaring within him, his body, fueled by a primal cocktail of shock and betrayal, made the decision for him. He turned and
In his eyes Hope
The sterile smell of disinfectant washed over Nora as she pushed through the automatic doors of the hospital, Sebastian's mother's distraught voice still echoing in her ears. Each heartbeat thrummed a frantic rhythm against her ribs, an unwelcome counterpoint to the muffled beeps and chimes within.The hallway, once a sterile conduit to healing, now stretched before her like a tunnel of dread. Neon signs cast an eerie glow on pale walls, every passing nurse a spectral reminder of the fragility of life. Her feet, leaden with unspoken fears, led her to the room number etched into her memory. She charged to the ICU Sebastian had been admitted but his bed was occupied by someone else. Panic clawed at Nora's throat as she reached the designated ICU room. Its emptiness slammed into her with the force of a train. Where was Sebastian? Where was his bed, the sterile wires snaking around his still form, the rhythmic beep of the monitor offering a fragile heartbeat of hope? Nora broke into a s
In his eyes That night
Nora poured out her heart to her friend, every word laden with the weight of her emotions. "I had to spill everything when he showed up, demanding a place in his daughter's life. I couldn't allow it, not when I knew Sebastian is Graycen's father," Nora confessed, her voice tinged with a mixture of guilt and desperation, while Veronica, sensing the intensity, encouraged her to continue."He handled it surprisingly well," Nora continued, her tone carrying a hint of disbelief and vulnerability. "I was genuinely taken aback. I thought he had changed. While I was grappling with the Greg situation that blew up in my face and made me trending topic, Sebastian resurfaced. You know I've been dodging him for years," she admitted, her words reflecting the years of avoidance."Yeah, and I have told you countless times to hear him out," Veronica reminded her, a touch of frustration in her voice.Nora nodded, a heavy sigh escaping her. "You did, but I was ashamed. I couldn't face him, especially kno
In his eyes Saint
Nora Johnson had always been the quiet, artistic soul, lost in the world of sketchpads and dreams. This summer, those dreams took an unexpected turn at Meadowridge Lake's youth camp.The sun-drenched days were spent beneath the azure sky, the air filled with the laughter of teenagers and the scent of adventure. Meadowridge Lake camp had a magic of its own, and little did Nora know, it was about to sprinkle a bit of that magic into her life.It all began when Veronica, her vivacious friend, spotted Nora stealing glances at a certain someone across the campfire. Alexander Steele, the enigmatic and undoubtedly attractive boy who seemed to carry an air of mischief about him."He looks good to look at, but he, Alexander, can be a royal jerk," Veronica warned, nudging Nora playfully.Nora just smiled, dismissing Veronica's cautionary words. What harm could a summer crush do, after all?True to Veronica's prediction, Vivian, Veronica's twin sister, decided to give Nora the full scoop on Alex
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