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Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir Lift me up
Tiffany~ The tension in his aura was readable. The way he paced the reception at sudden intervals made me want to offer comfort to his disturbed mind. His sister, Courtney Logan was in the theater room, getting her surgery done and he really isn't helping himself this way. Although, I watched from a distance.. I doubted it if he really didn't notice me. Ever since that day I spilled the Truth about our relationship to his sister, we barely conversed. He felt betrayed and I, guilty. I did the right thing, anyways. The truth would have still ended up coming to the lime light either ways. 'Why the hell are you standing in my way, Miss Tiffany? Don't you have an appropriate place to be?' I spun around to notice the bald headed nurse who just spilled his complain. 'I wasn't standing in your way!' I strongly defended. 'Oh. So the new development now is you're partially or totally blind? I see. That's why it's hard for you to discern the right place to be!'. His complain was meaningles
Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir A low life
Tiffany~ I struggled out of the building, trying to put on my heels while I walked to the waiting car. The door was held open for me by one of his guards. 'Thank you' I mouthed before hopping into it. I caught a glimpse of him. He was busy on his tablet, made no move to acknowledge my presence. An act I also reciprocated. We'd agree to not do whatever that'll make us uncomfortable, so the no talking attitude must be one of those fulfillment. That's what I concluded at. The engine revved and we were being driven to our destination. However, the silence that ensued between the both of us was awkward. At the hospital that day, I eventually agreed to follow him to his family dinner to save him from his father. His sister had appreciated in the same vein, also promised to be nicer. 'Thank you for doing this' his deep, smoldering voice rang in my ears. I smiled and gave a curt nod. 'You're welcome' Silence... More silence... The only thing heard was the sound of our breathing. The d
Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir Untold truths
Christian~ 'Boss. The car is ready. We should head to the warehouse now'. I gently placed my pen on the desk, closing the pages of the magazine I was reading. 'is it supposed to be today?' Brian stared in astonishment. 'It's been four days already. You were supposed to meet him for answers to your mother's whereabouts yesterday but you were at Miss. Lauren's home. I couldn't bring myself to remind you about it at that moment.' 'Why?' 'Because you made it clear you wanted no disturbance' 'Ohh' I mouthed, remembering I did tell him so. 'How about the dinner coming up at home. When is it supposed to take place?'. 'In two days, sir. I suggest we also head to the warehouse right away' Brian mentioned again, probably sensing the reluctance I gave off. Although, the scarred man was the last clue to finding my mum's whereabouts, it's obvious he wouldn't succumb to blowing off the truth about my mother's whereabouts. He's literally doing everything it takes to protect his little mistr
Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir Rumbles
~Audrey~ She flared. 'It's not a thing, you idiot. It's our baby. Our child. Now, you've ruined his future by earning yourself, bad reputation. A murderer. A man who tried to murder his own brother out of jealousy! It's a shame, Audrey! A big shame!' Her words stung hard. 'He's not my brother.. he's a step child! A bastard! An illegitimate son who doesn't deserve half the property father left in his name. And Maybe if you had gone through with the plan at that time... Assassinated him quietly. I wouldn't be in this state!'. She let out a short, humorless laughter. You're not even a real son either! You're the real outcast of the Forbes' family. You don't even have their last name!. Christian Forbes did nothing wrong to you. I could not bring myself to kill the poor soul. He doesn't deserve death. It is you, Audrey who should be Dead. Maybe when you die, you can atone for your sins so my baby and I can live a free life' 'Is this why you came to visit me? Is this what you had in mi
Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir Coming back
Tiffany~ It was all fun and interesting... Christian getting to finally meet his mum, the real villain finally getting exposed until I was mentioned, assumed to be the long neglected daughter of Mrs. Forbes. At the proclamation, I snorted a silent laughter, concluding it was some kind of joke or mind trick. The sly grin on my face soon turned into a full blown frown when she narrated my whole life in thirty seconds.. it is true that I grew up in an orphanage home. I stayed there my whole life till I was eighteen. I didn't get a chance to meet my birth parents so I could not tell who they really are. I shook the thoughts off, taking few several breaths to calm my banging heart. 'Anybody could be in the same shoes as mine.. I can't be the only girl whose life story is this way...' I mumbled inaudibly. Mrs. Forbes walked hurriedly to wear I sat, suddenly turned my head so my neck can come into full view. I didn't take an easy guess as to why she did that until Christian's mother mention
Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir Forced marriage
Christian~ Police vehicle sirens could be heard from the mansion's compound. I looked over at Lauren. Who called the police? Who is about to get arrested?. Answers to my questions were soon witnessed when an officer came into the dinner hall, approaching Linda and cuffing her from behind. 'What the hell do you think you're doing?! Release me at once!' she yelped. 'We implore that you cooperate with us, ma'am. If you have any complains, you can lay them at the station' 'You've no right to arrest me without a warrant' They turned deaf ears to her as she was being dragged away. 'What are you doing, Miranda?' there was an edgy tone to the Chairman's voice as be inquired. 'Taking care of what's supposed to be done'. 'You didn't have to bring the police in to take her away that way'. 'She damaged too many lives and she deserved what she got.' 'She is still my wife, Miranda. My legal wife..' Lauren grabbed my wrists, simultaneously stood up abruptly. 'We should get out of here, C
Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir Forced marriage 2
~Joan~ Rhodes stepped in that instant, his eyes darkening as they fell on me. He knew I wasn't happy with it but there was nothing he most definitely could do about it. I wonder if he was also unhappy about me getting married to some stranger. He should be. 'You would soon be called out to the altar. Your father says to tell you to get ready. He will soon be in to get you' I inclined my head once, tore my gaze from him and concentrated back on my reflection. My heart churned when I heard the door shut close behind me. Doesn't he have anything to say? Something... Anything regarding this... Words of encouragement, consolation, promises that I'll do just fine.. I sniffed, pushing my head to the back to keep more tears from falling, lest I ruin my make up. I felt even more abandoned. I was all done. As if on cue, my father came in. All smiles, ignoring the fact that I was nothing close to happy.. He offered his hands and helped me to my feet. 'Since Christian Forbes didn't work out
Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir Escape 2
Few moments passed, my feet dragged as I climbed onto the altar to meet the groom. Shortly after, the wedding vows were made andi swore I heard my father heave a relief sigh when everything went perfectly well.... 'If there's anyone here, who opposes to the union of these beautiful couple, speak now or forever hold your peace...' the priest declared Apprehensively, everyone waited Silence. The priest repeated his statement again.... Still silence... 'I now join you as husband and wi...' the priest started to say. The words hung in his mouth when a female bursted into the room, approaching the altar while breathing annoyance. 'Gerald!! What do you think you're doing?' she bawled, removed her slipper and threw it towards the groom's direction. My eyes widened in disbelief and I stared at the groom in amusement...'Who is she?' 'I swear. I don't know her' he denied, releasing his knotted tie. I scoffed. 'Lying now wouldn't help matters.. just come clean' I mention, happy that
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Fired
There are no real friendships, no true relationships, and even if the feelings somehow turn genuine, they're immediately muddled by the talks of business and incessant urges to tie the knot in marriage if the family is a favourable one. Only if the family is a favourable one. If it isn't then they do everything to ruin those feelings and create discord between the ones involved. It was a messy life filled with pretense, politics and numbers. It made me sick to the bones. My father has apparently disowned me because I have yet again disappointed him after he fixed a wedding for me without my knowledge. I found out at the last second and fled, causing a effect I didn't quite expect and I didn't regret either. Apparently, I underestimated the publicity of this particular event and it spread pretty quickly that the daughter of one of the most influential businessmen in the country ran away from her wedding. People were quick to point fingers at my father, accusing him of forcing his
A Mail
Raising a kid isn't exactly easy, you know," she said. "We're not suffering yet, but we're struggling. I would very much like to walk away from her, give you the middle finger and pray you die in an accident on your way back, but I can't." I flinched as she said those words. I forgot that she was also quite emotionally violent when she wants to be. "Why not?" She chuckled at my question. "Weird. Normally, one would be happy when they realize that they can't be cursed to death." I shrugged. "I can't say that I don't deserve it. Sometimes I wish for the same thing too." She gave a surprised look before continuing. "We need help, and even though you are a heartless, devilish, godforsaken, rotten, disgusting piece of shit, you have the ability to help us. You are rich and we aren't. Raising my daughter has been the greatest joy of my life even with our current situation, so raising her in a comfortable environment where she would be happy promises to bring even better joy. Despite t
A Humble request
The aroma of sizzling seafood pleasantly assaulted my nostrils as I looked around in search of the blonde beauty I came here for. I found her at the far corner of the restaurant sitting by a window wall and staring directly at me. I tensed up for a few seconds at the intensity of her stare but eventually relaxed as I walked towards her table. Even if I'm apologetic, I still have a reputation to uphold. I'm not gonna appear weak in front of her. "Hi, Donna," I flashed my best smile at her as I sat down on the seat opposite hers. "Hi," she said, her melodious voice filtering into my ears like a song. "It's...uh...nice to see you again," I said awkwardly. "I can't say the same, sorry," she shrugged. "I'd rather be with my child right now, or working." "Speaking of your child," I looked around her. "Where is.....your child?" "You don't know the gender, do you?" she asked and I shamefully looked away. I couldn't bring myself to answer that. "Well, she's okay, and happy where she is."
Meeting Donna
AUDREY HEPBURN I calmly exited my room once I was done with my exaggerated preparations to meet Donna. The maids gave me an apprehensive look as I made my way down the stairs before bowing respectfully as they hurried past me to do their jobs. "Good morning, sir," they said before heading in multiple directions and focusing on their chores. Even then, I could feel the tension in the air caused by my presence. "Everyone's acting like I'm the first person to attempt a murder on planet earth," I thought as I rolled my eyes. "There's a woman literally being called the worst human in the country and they just wouldn't ignore my little transgression." "Good morning, Audrey my boy," a calm sonorously thin voice greeted from behind me and placed a small frail hand on my back. "You look good today." I turned around with a sigh of relief as the old but beautiful nanny Helen graced me with her beautiful smile. She's been my nanny ever since I can remember and devoted all of her life to raisi
Free but not free
AUDREY HEPBURN The alarm clock blared in my ear causing me to slam it quiet with a groan. Rolling over on my bed, I let out a sigh. "I don't want to leave my room today." Just like every other day, I don't want to have to leave this room. I don't deserve to. My world has been turned upside down since that incident with Christian and sincerely, it's all my fault. I can't even blame it on anyone else. At the time, it seemed like the best course of action but now that I think about it, attempting to kill your step brother just because of a misunderstanding is quite extreme and malicious. Especially if it turns out that the woman you believed to be your mother was a lying bitch and you were infact biological brothers with the same step brother you tried to kill. That just brings it to a whole other level of terror. That was exactly what I did and now I feel like shit. For the most part of my life, I've always seen Christian as my step brother. I've always envied him, hated that he
Fired
There are no real friendships, no true relationships, and even if the feelings somehow turn genuine, they're immediately muddled by the talks of business and incessant urges to tie the knot in marriage if the family is a favourable one. Only if the family is a favourable one. If it isn't then they do everything to ruin those feelings and create discord between the ones involved. It was a messy life filled with pretense, politics and numbers. It made me sick to the bones. My father has apparently disowned me because I have yet again disappointed him after he fixed a wedding for me without my knowledge. I found out at the last second and fled, causing a effect I didn't quite expect and I didn't regret either. Apparently, I underestimated the publicity of this particular event and it spread pretty quickly that the daughter of one of the most influential businessmen in the country ran away from her wedding. People were quick to point fingers at my father, accusing him of forcing his
The search
He was mocking me," I retorted. "Who in their right mind, would risk their reputation and business influence over a murderer's nobody daughter. For all I know, he might just be thinking of using me for some publicity stunt, and the last thing I need right now is more publicity." She sighed again. "From my standpoint, it seemed like he was genuinely trying to help. You were the one being difficult." I swallowed hard, the truth of her words hitting me but my obstinacy wouldn't let me succumb. 'I was trying to protect myself.' 'You've been so hard on yourself lately, Tiffany. Please, relax. Open up to someone who seems to understand more. He said nothing wrong' earlier, You turned his words against him and made it into something offensive." "Didn't you hear him yelling at me?" She let out yet another sigh. "It's hard to not be frustrated when the person you're trying to help isn't letting you help." "I don't need his help," I hissed. "I don't want anything to do with him." She let
Tiffany's adamancy
I placed my hand in my pocket and slowly brought out my business card, then proceeded to carefully lay it on the table before backing away. "Call me when you've calmed down," I said as I headed out. "I'm sorry for the things I said." "Yeah, get out," she hissed. "And make sure to close the door behind you." With a heavy heart and a little anger at her reluctance to listen to or believe me, I closed the door behind, letting out a sigh before making my way to the car. My phone rang as I opened my car door and the caller ID was Courtney's, making me think twice about answering. I really am not in the mood for her requests and taunts. "What?" I asked as I reluctantly answered the call. "I assume it didn't go well?" "It's none of your business," I retorted. "What do you want, Courtney? I'm busy." "Well, first of all, stop using that tone with me," she warned. "Second, I think we can still find ways to help clear her name." "Nevermind that," I sighed as I got into the car. "She doe
You pity me?
"Would it kill you to say thank you?" she rolled her eyes as she revved her car engine. "You know what, never mind. Thank me by funding my newest project. Surely that's easier for you than saying the words, right?" I ignored her as I adjusted my clothes and walked away from her car. I crossed the road swiftly and headed for the house with my head down, hoping that she doesn't recognise me before I approach her door. I knocked on the door, praying again that the door opens before she realizes that I'm the one. It seems like luck's on my side as she opened the door while looking behind her. "Delivery?" she asked, her eyes still focused on something behind her. "Hi, Tiff." She froze at the sound of my voice. She remained frozen for a few minutes, as if trying to convince herself that she hadn't just heard my voice. "I know you heard me," I added as the silence stretched longer. She slowly turned her head to look at me and immediately gasped. "Oh, hell no." She tried to close th
