"I ran back," Ethan said. His voice was getting sharper as he spoke. He seemed a bit restless, as if hurrying up and finishing all the narration. Words forcefully gushed out of his mouth "I ran to mom. He saw me and asked me how I came back"
"You brat!" Ruso said as he threw Ethan away from his mom "We sold you! Don't show your face to us again!"
"Ina! I came back for you!" Ethan said as Parhi looked at him. Ruso grabbed her hair "So you're the reason! Can you do anything except being a block in the way of my son's happy life!" He said and moved to the kitchen.
He picked a knife and walked towards her.
"Ina!" Ethan shouted.
"Finally" She said with a smile and turned towards Ethan "I love you, Ethan" He slit her throat.
"Ina!" Ethan shouted as he ran towards her and she fell on the floor "Ina! Ina! Ina! Don't go! Ina!"
'You always smile, but you're not happy. If I wouldn't come back to you-- You wouldn't die. Ina...' Ethan cri
Kurosava looked at Ethan as he signed the files he got "Not this one. I told them to change this. I'm not accepting anything vulgar like this" Ethan said."I personally like this idea though""I'm the businessman here," Ethan said."Yes.""You may leave now" Ethan said as he got up and wore his coat."Are you heading out?""Yes" Ethan said "Kirito, you should take some rest. You're overworking nowadays" Kurosava said "It's fine. I'm paid for working""But still, you should listen to me, Kirito," Kurosava said. "Sora, get me the files by night. I'll be at the ramps till then. Today's the first show of the new season. Make sure nothing goes wrong" Ethan said "Yes sir" Sora said."Kirito" Kurosava said "Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were an expert for my life! I'd ask you to continue so that I could take notes. But currently I'm busy, you should be too. You're paid too after all" Ethan said with a smile.Kurosava just
The make up artist quickly gave a make up touch to Vivian's face. Ethan looked at her "Why the frock again? I swear I'm gonna rip off all your frocks" She chuckled nervously."Oh! Right" She said as she left the makeup artist and ran out of the dressing room."Wait- I've only done half of your face!""Vivian!" Ethan shouted behind her"The chords" She shouted and disappeared."Chords?"Kurosava switched on his phone and looked at the live stream on Belleneé's official channel. People were continuously commenting"Why aren't they starting?!""What's taking them so long?""Maybe some technical error?""That has never happened with 'Belleneé'. Shut up""Seems like they didn't prepare properly this time""Too cocky I'd say"He smiled as he looked at all the comments 'I wouldn't be surprised if the sales fall after this' He thought. Suddenly, the lights turned up and the ramp
Kurosava sat inside the ballroom of the mansion, with a chair placed at the center, just below a huge chandelier. The floor was made of marble and was old and dusty. There were various statues all around. He listened to a classical piano piece as he looked at his wine glass.'Twenty two years ago, when I was 13, my sister promised me that I would inherit Belleneé. I was the rightful heir of the company. It was mine! Until he came. He took away everything. My position, my status as the only genius in the entire Hiomi family. He was still a brat but he was such a handful! He was arrogant and rebellious.But I could never point out a flaw in his work. Nevertheless, I was still better than him! I was much better looking, strong and smart. I was perfect but she still chose him! Even when she knew that he wasn't her own blood, she chose him and not me!'"I remember the humiliation I went through that day and all she could give me was this mansion as compensatio
Vivian contacted the talent agency who were madly in search of her. They accepted her immediately and fixed her meeting with their president. She opened the door and saw a young and tall man, perhaps in his 30s, talking on a phone while standing and looking outside the glass walls of the buildings. She stood at the door and knocked it gently. He turned towards her and hung up the phone. "So, you are the girl." He said and she nodded. "Please, have a seat," She sat in front of him while he sat on the other end of the table. "What's your name?" "I'm Vivian Garnette" He walked towards her, grabbed her face and looked at her closely. "The skin is fine enough, we'll cover the rest with makeup. What is this?" He pointed at the key, the choker on her neck. "I can't remove this. It's always been there." She lied. "Fine. It looks classy enough so I don't mind it. It can be your signature style. Now, do you know how to dance?" He
Ethan grew accustomed to not having her around. Every day, he would open the door in the hope that she's been waiting there to hug him, but all that was waiting there was darkness. Everything was just the way he left it. He came in and switched on the lights. He thought of calling her and apologising."Hello?""Vivian, please come home. I'm sorry. I won't shout at you anymore" He felt sad as he looked outside of the balcony."Okay, I'll be right there," She hung up. Then, he turned back and looked at the mess the house was."I should probably clean up"When Vivian entered the house, she was surprised to see what a mess it was."Okay, how is the place so dirty?" She asked as she stood in the living room. It was dirtier than before."I tried cleaning it and it backfired," He told her. Vivian laughed "Okay, you don't have to do that. We have a housekeeper for that""But she only comes in the morning""Wait-- You managed to
Ethan stood on the balcony, sipping on his bear as Vivian slept on the bed. "I feel empty," He turned towards her sleeping face."Vivian, look at me too..." He stood inside the balcony, separated by an invisible wall Vivian seemed to form even as she slept. He couldn't approach her anymore. He turned back towards the balcony."I knew it would happen. Show biz has never made anyone happy except the bystanders. They call this entertainment? This isn't entertainment. I am not entertained. Not one bit." He continued drinking.Next morning, Ethan woke up with a bad hangover. Vivian wasn't there. The dishes weren't done, the food wasn't made."Maybe she left in a hurry, I wonder if she ate."He got up and took a bath. The pitter-patter of the water drops on the bathroom floor was the only sound he could hear. He came out of the bathroom and walked on the carpet to the bedroom.He wore his shirt and looked at Vivian's clothes. He stared at them for
Ethan called Vivian to their apartment. She sat on that chair after one month. He prepared some coffee for both of them and she took a deep breath to remove all her stress in that one cup of coffee. Her hands didn't have those marks like back then, it was her soul that was suffering this time.It seemed as if she was nearing her breaking point and Ethan could do nothing but just be a mere spectator like everyone else in that huge crowd with all their eyes fixed on her. Her breath was so tired, he could actually hear her wheezing. He didn't want to talk to this Vivian. He wanted her to talk but she wouldn't."Why have you not been coming home, Vivian?" He finally gathered the courage to ask."Someone saw me coming out of the apartment and I don't want any scandals.""Scandal? I'm your husband..." Ethan was infuriated. Who were they to decide who she could meet and who she couldn't? She made her vows to him not them."Yeah but I don't want them to fi
Ethan agreed to everything in silence after that night. He stopped fighting back to her because that would just raise arguments. He slept peacefully after many days. Vivian left that morning before he woke up. She called him during the afternoon."The shows are booked! I need to write a new song within three hours! Can you believe it, Ethan? I won't be coming home for a while- The tour!" Vivian complained over the phone."Okay""But hey, we can always call!""Okay""Oh! I've gotta hang up now! Eat properly and don't drink! I'll be home soon" She said with a smile. "Okay," He said as he kept the phone aside and looked at the beer bottle in his hand. He got up and threw it in the dustbin.'If this is what you want...'Vivian looked at her phone as she travelled in her van. Hans drove the van and looked at her from the rear mirror. "Is something wrong, Vivian?" He asked."I feel tired,""You didn't sleep well?"