I stilled for a moment and slowly turned my head to see if I was right. And yes, I am. Meters away from us is Mrs. Juliet. She’s standing there while looking intently at me, then her gaze drops to my daughter who's prettily eating her ice cream, unaware of what is happening now.“M-Mrs. Juliet,” I slowly stood up and looked at her.“I'm sorry if I called you Avery. Because I got used to Callum during the four years that Avery was always mentioned." My heart leapt for a moment when she said that. "There is not a day that you are not mentioned in the mansion. And... this year he left the mansion because... he said he misses you and only remembers you there in the mansion. Buy a new condo to stay there.” She's spitting it, not minding what I am thinking right now. Or what Callum and I's situation is.“Uh . . .” I don’t know what to say! Fuck it!"How are you? After you left the mansion… everything went back to normal, eh. Sorry if I’m talking too much now. I just really missed you," he a
“You’re off to work now?” I asked while wiping my hands. I just got finished washing the dishes. I look at him with gentle eyes.He nodded while adjusting his necktie. I approached him and helped him fix his necktie. He stopped what he was doing and let me continue.I’ve got conscious when I felt his stare at me. He’s not glaring, he’s just staring like I’m kind of a puzzle. I looked up at him and smiled slightly.“You're old enough but you still don't know how to fix your necktie.” I joked with him and it was followed by a short laugh. But he didn't even look happy and his expression was still serious.After a while, I gasped when I felt the touch of his warm palm on my waist.I don't know why, but I always get a strange feeling every time our skin comes close. Whenever he touches me by accident or whenever I try to touch him. There was a strange tickling in my stomach. Sometimes my whole body gets hot because of that.It was just a simple interaction from my husband but I feel like
"Dad, you can't do that to my sister!" Kiana shouted at our parents.I just bowed my head and just listened to them in their decision for my life.I lived my entire life like this. Controlled and manipulated by my adoptive parents. We're blood related because Mom is my biological father's sister. I was just adopted by them when my parents died due to plane crashed when I was just five years old. And because Kiana was missing that time, they want me to be their own child. To fill the emptiness they're feeling.They legally adopted me months after my parents burial. It is also because my parents entrusted me to them. I somehow, learned about to love them as my real parents. At the first ten years, they're good at me. They all treated me well. Even sometimes I get scolded, especially when they are hot-headed and beat me, that was fine with me because I knew that was part of disciplining me.Until they saw their daughter, Kiana, when I was sixteen years old. I was happy for them when they
“Callum Travis Villanueva,” he handed me his hand while looking so intimidating in front of me.I gulp before shaking his hand firmly, “H-Hailey Avery de Guzman.” I introduced while withdrawing my hand from him and looking away.“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Ms. de Guzman.” his husky voice sent shivers down my spine.“L-Likewise. And uh... Just call me Avery or Avery, whatever you please. It’s too formal if you’ll call me Ms. de Guzman every time.” I said while looking away from his intense eyes.He chuckled, “I prefer to call you Avery. I like it more.” he said seductively.I frowned and look at him straight in his eyes. “Okay,”“You can call me Callum or Travis.” he said without taking his eyes off me.“Callum,” I seemed to be very used to pronouncing his name when my mouth utter his precious name.It feels like a deja vu.He was my crush... When I was in College. He’s my senior that time and I was a freshman. Way back the time when I was new to school because that was my fi
When he pulled me gently I just let go. I was just dumbfounded until we got in front of his car.I looked at him when he opened his car door for me. I slowly got in there and put on my seatbelt. He turned around in his car to get to the driver's seat. I sit there like a statue, not wanting to move nor talk. I just look outside and refused to look at him.“Your things are already in my house,” I just turned to him when he spoke.I nodded and just covered my mouth before looking away from him. He started the engine of his car before speaking again.“You don’t have to worry about household chores, I have enough house helpers in my house. They can also help you if you want to learn some things. Just asked them away.” I shut up when he finished speaking before looking at him.“Uhm... I also have a work. But... I'll try to cook you breakfast... That's only if you want. But if you don't want it, you can't do it." I took it back because it looked like he didn't expect what I said, my offer.H
“You really should. Because the moment I found out you had a man or flirting a man, I will make sure that your life with me will be a living hell.” I swallowed hard at what he said and didn't move.A strange fear crept into my system causing my body to stiffen. I didn't immediately move and process what he said.His words and menacing voice still lingers my mind even if it’s now evening. His words were still stuck in my mind like a lecture I should memorize.“So you should behave like a faithful wife does.”So does he. Why would I be just the one to behave and be faithful if we’re both in this marriage? I really should know him more. I really should think always that I married a man like him. He’s not as kind as I thought because from the very start he never showed me softness. He’s always rough and shows no emotions at all. I should be careful because I don’t know what would happen next if I did something wrong.Maybe he's just like Mommy and Daddy. He will be rough on me, too. He wi
That's what really happened. After we ate breakfast, he had his car taken by a caretaker at the garage. Before he led me out of the mansion.“Are you really not going to bring your lunch, Ma'am Hailey?” asked Mrs. Juliet. A while ago she was asking me if I was going to bury the food because he said he was not sure if the company’s food was cooked properly.“Not anymore, Mrs. Juliet. Uh, I’ve been working there for a long time so I’m sure their food is good and delicious. But... Uhh... If you will insist, you can pack me a lunch tomorrow?” I promise even though it’s not really necessary.I have money for my food purchases and buy my personal items and necessities. I'm working, so even if you say I want to save money, it's embarrassing. But then... Callum is now my husband. I have all the rights to— No. I can work for my own, though. I can’t just rely on Callum for all that even though I have money and work.“Oh he's fine, tomorrow I'll prepare your lunch for work. I will remember that
I looked up at the ceiling while thinking about the design my client wants. I'm at the study table here in the room and my head is leaning on the backrest of the swivel chair while thinking. The client wants more contemporary theme but with some mixed of modern. It’s possible but hard. That's why I'm having a hard time thinking of what to put there now. I also have a copy of the blueprint of their entire mansion and they let me do what needs to be done.It’s still new and still under construction that's why I still have time to work on the interiors that will be placed in the mansion.“You’re still not sleeping yet?” I was startled when I heard that baritone voice so I looked at where it was coming from.There, I saw Callum standing in the doorway while looking at me.“Uh . . . I am still doing something here.” He nodded before walking towards the walk in closet. When he came out, he had a towel hanging over his shoulder and the clothes he was wearing earlier were now gone. I kept loo