After gathering their suitcases and leaving them for Cinos to bring, Ryan made one last sigh before opening the door, mentally preparing himself for what he was to find on the other side. With a reassuring hand against his, he repeated to himself that everything would be fine.He didn't need to answer anyone.Oh, if only Violet had the same opinion.There was media everywhere. At least ten times more people compared to when they attended his father-in-law's birthday party. Obviously, someone had tipped them off about Violet's home address, as it was supposed to be confidential for a public figure."Awesome," he muttered, loud enough for Violet to hear. Conversely, as the journalists approached, she grinned like a shark out for blood.Catching sight of them exiting the house, paparazzi began to scurry towards them across the lawn. Uncaring that they were considered to be trespassing on private property.He tried not to flinch at the blinding

Ryan woke to an arm around his stomach.His breath stilled, eyes wide in an instant as sleepiness momentarily disappeared.Aside from the arm, he felt a face against his back, right between his shoulder blades and a leg above his own. It didn't take long for him to understand that Violet had claimed him as her bodypillow. What a way to wake up.However, knowing Violet, she'd just chew his head and punch his face if she woke up now.Gulping, Ryan hoped his wife wouldn't wake up now. He tentatively lifted his hand and was about to let go of Violet's encircling arm, but she groaned softly and tightened her hold on him.He was struck again. Violet never acted like this.To be honest, he never shared a bed with her, anyway, so he had no way of knowing how she was during her sleep. Only that she made a mess when she woke up with how she turned in her sleep.It was quite lovely to find that she ended up hugging him from behind.Unfort

As much as Howard was a billionaire, he was the type to have everything in his own home. Including his own funeral.The atmosphere was high-strung with tensions. One which should not exist in an event like this. However, when Edric was the one who headed the whole event, it was to be expected.People in their black suits and black dresses, holding a glass of something to relax for a while. Carnations around the corridor, on each corner of the rooms, with one grand coffin made from the best wood material, polished to a shine, and half-opened to the guest.It was propped up in front of the room. Taller than any of them from being placed on a high platform. Even dead, Howard refused to be lower than anyone.Ryan turned his eyes away from the coffin that seemed to call his name.Many people looked at him and Violet when they stepped feet inside the house, and even more so when he stopped on his track, rerouting away from his father’s coffin.

Chaplin.Rhea watched his movie show once while helping at her uncle's run-down bar. The little television perched on the corner of the room became her sole focus that night. A black and white movie, without any sound, uttered. 'Hilarious,' she thought for the first time. She tumbled down the floor, hitting the table with her palm she should have cleaned, and accidentally spilled the half-empty glass of faded blue liquid. Her stomach hurt, laughing too hard, and she wheezed her breath. She never thought that there was something else that could beat Chaplin's funny show. But then again, she had yet to watch a show called Mr Bean. Her high school classmate back then often talked about it. They said Mr Bean was way funnier than Chaplin. Well, Rhea would only validate their claim after she watched it with her own eyes. So, before that happened, she would stand by her opinion that Chaplin's show was the most hilarious one throughout the entire history of mankind. Now,

Ryan and Violet's new home was located near Orchard Beach, no more than an hour's drive from the Crowne residence.They had a second-story patio overlooking the beach, letting the sea wind caress their face whenever they stood by it. They could garden in there, too, as Ryan specifically wanted the house for it.Violet didn't care, as long as it was far from the traffic and she had a beautiful view every time she opened the window. Especially this morning, right after she woke up from sleep."Beautiful, isn't it?" Ryan said as he brought plates to the dining table. "I wonder why you don't move out of your family's house.""Clearly, that's because I don't want to live alone with you," Violet said, rolling her eyes at his smile. "Scum.""Ouch." Ryan glanced at her the second time, noticing her messy hair and sleepy look. "Didn't sleep well?""Thanks to your creepy family, no.""Well, they tend to make me have nightmares, too. Even after