Author POV:-It's been two days since Trisha and Rain came to live with Jonathan place. It was painful for Trisha to live in the same place again. Everything has been normal so far. She would spend her whole day in the room, sometimes going outdoors with Rain. Jonathan would appear on occasion but was ignored by both Trisha and Rain. Today was the day that Jonathan and Rain went under pre-operative assessment. Trisha was packing Rain's bag in case he needed something while Rain was playing with the games that Allen had bought him."Mum""Yes baby.""Will it hurt?"Trisha paused whatever she was doing. She had expected that Rain would ask this question, but now that he had, she felt overwhelmed. What would she tell her little sunshine about the pain he has to suffer in the coming days? He is so small and has to suffer like this. Trisha wiped her tears quickly before turning to look at her son. She went towards her son and sat beside him. Rain sat on his mother's lap and hugged her tigh
Author POV:-Simon could feel the ache in his hand. The skin where his thumb and pointer met was aching. It was like it was being stabbed with tiny needles over and over again.It started about an hour ago as he was waiting to pick up Zee; at first, it was barely there, but as time went on, the pain became more consistent and stronger.But Simon didn't think much of it.His mind and thoughts were focused solely on Zee. He was terrified of letting him out of his sight ever since he explained things to him. He feared that if he blinked too long, he would cease to exist anywhere but in his dreams. Nothing else mattered to him; nothing else fell on his radar. His soul's purpose in life was him. That's why he'd been waiting at the gateway all night for her to pick him up from her scheduled treatment. He prayed to the gods that those people leave Zee alone.Unfortunately, they weren't able to do anything about Trisha.While the two of them discussed the option of going straight to the source
Author POV:-Zee turned a pleading look to Simon, his fingers once again pinching and worrying the webbed skin on his hand. He couldn't bear the idea of Simon keeping everything, of him dying in his arms.It had been so close. He had been using chest compressions to keep Simon alive until he got him out of the country, and he didn't think he could handle it if he ever had to do that again.His hand felt wet, and he looked down to see that it had begun to bleed."Zee," Simon said, reaching out for the archer to come closer. As soon as he was able, he grabbed the other man's hands to prevent him from causing any more damage. He could tell Zee had been at it for a while, and it killed him that it was his fault. His fingers ached to snap it all better, but the fear in Zee's voice stopped him."I'm so sorry for the pain I caused you, but I don't know if," Simon tried to find the words, "I don't know if I'll survive; have it drained from my body.""Simon..." Zee began but had to close his ey
Author POV:-Trisha came out of the bathroom after spending half an hour thinking about everything. She knew what she had to do. She looked at Jonathan, sitting on his bed and looking at her with hopeful eyes. She looked at Jonathan with a cold expression."What if I said no?" Trisha asks and Jonathan has expected this question will come from Trisha so he had made everything ready beforehand."You will not. And if you did, I would have to get Rain's custody legally. You know, with the power I hold, it won't be difficult for me."Trisha looked at Jonathan with hatred. She didn't like how Jonathan could read her every move. She was like an open book for Jonathan.Meanwhile, Jonathan maintains an expressionless face. He had made his mind. He has to make everything the way it was."So what did you decide?" Jonathan asked again."Did you leave me any choice?" Trisha hissed at Jonathan."I know. But it's not like I also have any other choices. Here, sign this contract.""You are impossible,
Author POV:- Sara examines herself in the mirror, lazy tumbler in hand. Her outfit is impeccable, and her eyeliner is flawlessly applied. She can almost ignore the fact that it took her a lot longer than usual to accomplish this.If she squints and tilts her head just so, she nearly feels like herself again. Like her old self, Brandon's words from this morning echo in her mind unhelpfully. Shoving down the small voice that tells her she can't pretend forever and that those cracks in her composure will only widen and fracture until she's left with nothing but shards, she steps closer to the mirror to admire her handiwork. It's perfect. Anyone who sees her wouldn't know about the aching absence of bugs crawling under her skin. Her facade is expertly crafted, her clothes crisp, her makeup sharp, not a hair out of place. Sara's eyes catch on something that can't be real. As if in a trance, she raises her hand and plucks the offending mistake from her head. It's a hair. a grey hair. S
Author POV:-"What are you doing here?"It happened so fast. One moment, Jonathan opened the door, and the next, Jonthan's mother covered the distance between them and slapped Trisha. Everyone is in shock. Trisha was looking at Rain when suddenly a stinging sensation came to her right cheek. It took her a moment to register what had actually happened. She immediately backed up, holding Rain protectively, and glared towards the lady.Jonathan was taken back when his mother slapped Trisha, but he quickly recovered when he saw his mother raise her hand again. He held her hand tightly and stood between her and Trisha. No one has the authority to raise his hand against his love, not even his mother or himself. He was in rage. How dare she slap his love in his face? She, more than anyone, understood how important Trisha was to him."WHAT IS THIS BITCH DOING HERE?" "AND HER WHORE SON"As Jane Wisdom said this, they heard a loud slap, but this time it wasn't from Jane to Trisha but from Trisha
Author POV:-Someone knocked on the door. Trisha looked at the time; it was past midnight. She thought maybe it was Jonathan at the door. She set up from the bed and opened the door, only to see a drunk Brandon leaning on his door frame."Doll" Brandon slurred in his drunken state. He looked at Trisha, who was standing in front of him with an emotionless face. He slowly raises his hand and gently touches Trisha's right cheek, tears continuously flowing from his eyes."I'm so sorry, Doll.""I am sorry for being such a failure, brother.""I am sorry, I caused you so much pain."Brandon said between his cries. The next thing Trisha knew was that Brandon held her palm and hit his own cheek hard. Trisha was startled, and she quickly released her hand, realising Brandon was about to hit himself again."I deserve this. I deserve every slap and every punch from Trisha.""I deserve whatever punishment you want to dole out, doll. But please don't tell me to stay away from you. Please, I've miss
Before Zee meet with Jonathan:-Author POV:-Jane can't imagine how Zee must be feeling.Simon looked so fragile in that bed, and Jane tried everything-meds, spells, and every other remedy she could think of-to save him, but nothing worked. With all her connections, she couldn't improve Simon's condition by a single fraction.But that's neither here nor there. The doctor will attend to Simon now. All they can do is hope. Despite their fight and the enormity of what currently stands between them, Jane would do anything and will do anything she can to lessen Zee's pain.She takes Zee's hand in hers and watches Zee's eyes flutter open and catch on her, clouded with distress and grief. Jane's heart squeezes, and she wishes she could take some of it into herself so Zee didn't have to carry it on his own.Zee's hand is limp between her, cold and heavy, and Jane rubs her thumbs into his skin. She remembers all the times that Zee held her hand-a reassuring weight that grounded her, a tangible