Gabriella
I run into the hospital breathing heavily like someone who just ran a marathon for nine hours straight.
My lungs feel ogged and I keep gasping for air as different unpleasant thoughts kept running through my head and I hope and praye what I heard wasn't true or that at least the worst was over now.
I run towards the nurse at the reception who raises her brows cautiously as soon as she saw me panting like I was on the verge of dying.
"How can I help you miss? Do you need some water?" She asks politely, eyeing her colleague who quickly rushes to get me a glass of water.
"My relative was brought in here about an hour ago and I was informed it's a car accident. I want to see him." I breath out quickly, gulping down the glass of water she handed to me.
"His name?" She asks and I almost couldn't say it cause it still sounds so crazy and unbelievable.
"M...Martin Deville." I tell h
Liam "I swear to God, I can't stand mom anymore!" I hiss, angrily barging into Corey's room."Now, tell me why the hell you barged into my room and don't forget to explain to me why should I care about your problems with mom?" He asks in a mock annoyed tone and I huff at his childish behaviour. "I'm not in the mood for your dumb questions Corey. I'm in a bad mood just in case you're too blind to notice and I'm here to vent." I point out in frustration. "I don't think I'm the right person to vent with or throw tantrums with and just in case you don't remember or you're too stupid to realise it, I don't like you. I absolutely detest you and I could care less what goes on in your life." He replies and I chuckle."That is exactly why I'm here to hide out from mom cause I know this is the last place she'd think to look for me." I snap back at him and his facial expression turns sore."So typical
REBECCA. I impatiently waits for my old friend to arrive to the restaurant where we agreed to meet.After years of trying to avoid each other at all cost, Anita finally decides to call me up to meet with her. The audacity of that crazy bitch to actually call me.She must think I'm still that fool that she had the effrontery to mess around with in the past but boy oh boy was she wrong about that. I am no longer the powerless side kick that I used to be and I'm most definitely not going to let her say whatever she pleased today and get away with it."Rebecca?" The familiar voice of Anita Helton calls out my name with a false smile plastered on her face."Annie darling!" I exclaim, faking excitement and walking towards her to pull her in for a brief hug. No matter how much we hated each other, we could not afford to let the world know that we do."How have you been?" She asks as we walks towards our ta
Gabrielle. Something fishy was happening with my mom and I could sense it.Normally, I tried as much as I could to avoid getting involved in mom's business and although I know just how callous she is, I most of the time pretend not to understand her and I play dumb whenever I overhear any of her confidential conversations.After the issue with Martin, mom had assured me that she would most definitely find all means to solve it and I could already imagine how she planned on doing so but as usual, I pretended to be clueless about it. A few days back, I had called Gabriella in order to find out if Martin had told her anything and she actually avoided talking about him but after a lot of persuasion from me, she eventually let the cat out of the bag and told me that he was involved in an accident that almost cost him his life and now, he's in a coma.I would be lying if I said I wasn't relieved to hear t
GABRIELLE.Right now, I'm depressed.I had a lot going through my mind at the same time and honestly, it's frustrating.For the past hour, I have been wanderings the streets of New York aimlessly, wearing nothing but sweatpants and an oversized cardigan that made me look like a middle aged woman. At this point, I could care less if anyone recognised and I doubt anyone sane would even think to assume it's me and not my always regular looking sister.Mom had tried to talk to me and manipulate me with her false tears over and over last night but eventually, she gave up when I angrily locked her out of my room.The fact that I realised all too late that I've always been just a tool to my mom, hurt my pride more than anything else cause I genuinely loved her and I was always happy that she had chosen me but it turns out, she always knew who the actual fool was between my sister and I and she decided that since I would do an
LIAM. Lunch with Ella's sister was partly cool. I mean, it's more than obvious that she's an obnoxious human being but she isn't exactly the empty head that I thought she was.As much as I hate comparing two different people, I must say that both girls are nothing alike at all.Elle, for starters, is basically only interested in things that involve making loads of money and being the centre of attention whilst doing it and she isn't exactly passionate about anything she does. When I tried talking to her as a fellow fashion company director, she basically shut me off and said that she never talks about her work outside work, except when necessary cause it bores her to death.Ella, on the other hand loved talking about her work. It's one of the many things that made me instantly attracted to her. There's so much passion in her voice whenever she talked about being a designer and whenever she talked about how she'd love f
GABRIELLE. Layla walks hurriedly into my office and with the look on her face, I had a feeling she was about to tell me something I wouldn't like very much."What is it Layla!" I snap harshly at her."I'm sorry to bother you miss but they're some strange men here to see you." She says, I frown."Strange men? Did they mention who they are or why they're here?" I ask."No, they didn't miss. They only asked to see you personally and they claim it's important." She replies and I contemplate on whether to let them in."You can let them in but make sure you're alert just in case." I tell her and she nods quickly before walking out briskly. Two large looking men walk into my office a few minutes later and I can most definitely confirm that I do not know who they are. They even seem pretty scary and they also had this dangerous aura around them coupled with the dark look on t
GABRIELLA. Days have passed since I found out about Martin transfering all his properties to me.I've been doing a lot of thinking and so many thoughts on what to do have popped in my head but I still don't know the exact steps to take. I already called Martin's family to inform them of his accident even though they had both disowned him as their child.His mother of course, like any good mother had paid him a visit almost immediately and it was more than obvious that she had missed him. What I can't understand is why she hasn't contacted him in years and why it had to take a tragic situation like this to finally make her come see him.His father, on the other hand, has not even shown his face here once. Martin already told me just how much of a hothead his father is but I honestly doubt that is a reasonable excuse not to see your son who is currently fighting for his life but oh well, his business. I'm not in any posi
GABRIELLA. I wipe my sweaty hands on my dress as I patiently waited for Liam to open the door. I can't exactly explain why I suddenly felt so sweaty but I knew for a fact that I was nervous as hell.It's been a while since I last saw him and I've really missed him so much. I felt a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach although I can't exactly pinpoint what it was. I wonder what he looks like now although I wasn't expecting much changes and I know I'm being a little dramatic and over the top by even wondering what he looks like now since I still saw him about a week ago but who knows, he could have decided to grow his beards or something so I can never be too sure.I was brought out of my reverie when the door flies open and there he was. The ever good looking Liam Helton was standing in front of me and my insides immediately started to heat up.The feelings I always had in me, the sweet and addictive