The old master walked into the mansion after giving Troy an earful of his words, his gaze fell on Martins who was sitting on a couch in the sitting room staring into thin air as he looked up at the ceiling. Taking further steps in, Grandfather rose his stick up and used it to hit Martins in his leg, this unexpected action made the young man who was staring at the ceiling flinch as he glanced towards where Grandfather stood. "Grandfather..!" his brows creased "Why would you hit me with your walking stick?" he asked, looking offended at the action. "You still have the guts to ask me such a question, when are you going to stop interrupting conversations in the dining room by spouting your nonsense" The old man rose his stick to hit him again but Martins was fast enough to move from there, falling to the floor. "I wasn't spouting nonsense, I was just making the atmosphere lively," Martins said as he stood up from the floor, dusting the sleeve of his shirt. "Making the atmosphere livel

Mirabel glanced up at Arabella who had her jaw wide open as she heard her words, it sounded like Arabella didn't believe. Releasing a breath, Mirabel sat upright on the bed, she was looking for a way of telling Arabella and she didn't intend it to be this early, but she couldn't hold back from vomiting when her insides were rejecting just the scent of the food. "Would you at least say something rather than keep on staring at me that way" Pulling out from her reverie Arabella muttered "What the hell do you expect me to say, I'm so shocked, although I was hoping for this at first, still it came as a surprise, and I need little time to digest the words into my thoughts" "I'll dress up then" Mirabel stood up from the bed and walked to the closet, picking up brown pants and a white shirt. "For how long now?" "Found out about it a week ago," Mirabel said as she made her way to the bathroom to dress up. "No, that's not what I'm referring to. Like how long have you been pregnant?" Mirab

Mirabel felt a shiver run down her spine, but she didn't intend to waver no matter what. She was mentally prepared to handle this. If their safety would only be when they aren't together, then she would try hard to stay away from him. Even if she would have to say more hurtful words than this. "Release my hands, Axel, your grip is too tight" She frowned as she looked down at her hands which were gripped tightly by him. Axel calm down his nerves and loosened his grip on her hands, not releasing her yet, he released a sigh as he looked down at her, his gaze still soft on her, even though his aura was screaming danger to the trio who were there. Seeing the burning tension, Troy cleared his throat and walked away from there, alongside Marcel. "I'll wait for you inside, Mira" Arabella said and walked inside the hotel building giving the duo the privacy needed. "Now, would you please let me go, we can just talk, you don't have to hold me," Mirabel said as she looked down to her right h

The room was silent except for the beeping sound of the machines monitoring the old man's vitals. Axel sat down quietly in the room on a chair beside his grandfather as he awaited a response from him, watching as the old man's chest rise and fall with each labored breath. Axel knew something was wrong but he didn't know what. His grandfather had always been a strong, stoic man, and he had never seen him sick before. "What's the wrong grandfather?" he asked again after he didn't receive a response for a long time. Grandfather glanced at Axel as he hesitated to speak, closing his eyes shut, he opened them again and looked up at the ceiling. Even if he could keep it from others, it wasn't the same for Axel, he had done it successfully for the last few weeks, but he couldn't anymore. Releasing a sigh, he finally opened up and said what was wrong with him "I have pneumonia" Axel felt his heart sink when he heard his grandfather's words, Pneumonia was a serious illness, especially for

The car shook slightly as the broken girl drove down the highway, tears streaming down her face, she was in a daze, her mind consumed by the words of her father, each syllable a painful reminder of the lifetime of neglect and abuse she had endured at the hands of her father. Charlotte wiped the tears with her left hand while her right hand was on the steering of the car, she didn't want to cry, no! but she couldn't stop, she was trying hard to not cry and not feel pained, but she couldn't. Her painful sobs resonated through the car, reminding her that she was alone, she had always been and would always be, and she had no one to lean on. Her heart ached, and she couldn't help but ask herself "Why me?" why couldn't she just have a peaceful life, a life with her mother, a life with a lovely family? The thoughts aching her more, she moved her hands to her neck, she had lost her locket, and she was growing to not think about it, but she couldn't help it, she had always had it around her