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Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir Drop that knife, right now
°Christian°'There's a problem, boss. I was on my way to the hospital to visit your little lover's brother when I saw him' Donna said into the phone, her voice barely stable I muttered cuss words beneath my breath, can I ever get my time to myself? Why are they so after me?!. I very much knew this is another Audrey problem.'It's an Audrey problem, isn't it?' I groaned, my palms on my throbbing eyes.'Not this time. We might have found the other enemy you earned yourself''Tell me, who is it?' I ordered, getting bored of the suspense.'It's your ex boss, Gabe . He is after Tiffany.'My hair stood at end.. 'What? How's that even possible? How come he knows who she is?' I raged on the phone.'He must have seen you associate with her all the times you did'I searched through my mind. It had only been very few times and the meetings had been short, well, except for earlier today when she tried to get me down with her...'So what do you suggest I do? Has he gotten to her already? Why the
Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir Your brother's dead'...
~Lauren~I retreated when I stared out the window, it was impossible for me to escape this place through the window. The house was a tall four storey mansion and the fact as I placed in a room on the last mansion convinced me it was impossible to escape that way. I collapsed back on the bed, deciding on another way to escape from this hell of a place. My thoughts were disrupted by a knock on the door. I immediately lay down, feigning slumber.'Miss Lauren? Are you awake? I brought some snacks for you' a little voice uttered from outside.'Who are you?' I asked. That definitely isn't Christain or one of his hostile looking men. I never knew there was a kid in this house. Did Christain take him an hostage too? 'Can I come in?' 'Uhm. Sure' I responded.The door creaked open to reveal a little boy of about seven years old. He had a short blonde hair, some freckles on the right side of his nose which looked quite nice on him. There was something more to his appearance..... He had a str
Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir An accident
•Lauren•My world froze instantly, my vision got blurry almost immediately.'Ai... Aide.... Aiden Palmer is de..' I took in a deep, shaky breath, unable to complete that word. My mind screamed at me for being an unworthy sister, contempt built up in my mind all at once for Christain.. he was the cause of it. If he hadn't come to me that day, if he had not forcefully taken me to his god forsaken island, he must have still been alive. The grief, strife, pain came crushing down on me. The guilt became overwhelming and at that moment, I knew the panic was coming...'Aiden Palmer?. Is that your brother ma'am. He has been transferred to another hospital. I must have mistaken you for someone else' the doctor corrected. 'I'm sorry for the mistake'.Those words were enough to draw me back into consciousness.'My brother is alive. Aiden Palmer isn't dead?' I whispered, excitement busting up my insides.He nodded in affirmation. 'I'm sorry for having you bothered in the first place'Tears stream
Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir Nine years ago
*Lauren*••Nine Years ago••We all were clad in black, watching as the coffins were laid into the ground carefully. They were able to find a space where my parents can be buried side by side, one of the things that made it all relaxing for me. They'd lay peacefully at rest knowing they aren't far from each other. My baby brother nuzzled against my neck as I endlessly patted his back softly while Aiden wouldn't let go of the hem of my dress. He was only three years old while I was thirteen. The responsibility I felt I needed to fulfill at that time broke me. I've been left alone with two brothers, one whose need I have to cater for under every circumstance...'Let's pray for the dead' The priest announced, causing everyone to close their eyes in concentration. I did also, muttering an Amen to the few word of prayers said. As soon as they were successfully laid to rest, most of the few family members and friends that attended made their way out, departing the cementry ground quickly. N
Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir He took care of you, In coma
*Lauren*A slamming head ache welcomed me the instant I gained back my consciousness, accompanied by the strong stench of antiseptic that filled my nose. I tried to move my hands to rub my throbbing eyes. I was unable to due to the stiffness my hands felt. It began to play in my memories. The inciden before the accident.'My brother. I've to find my brother' I said inaudibly.'I think she's awake' I heard an unfamiliar voice pronounce.'Where am I? Why am I finding it difficult to move my body' I questioned, my eyes still squeezed shut. I was having a difficult time in opening them.'This is a hospital, ma'am. Just relax, your husband will be here soon'. My eyebrows knitted... 'Husband?'As if on cue, I heard the door swing open. 'Lauren?'Hearing Christain's voice, the hatred I had for him started to awaken... 'What the hell are you doing around me? I told you to stay away from me' I yelled, struggling to get on my bum. 'Stay still...' he ordered, 'You can't get up now. Not in the
Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir Temporarily blind
*Lauren*.Two Weeks LaterDarkness was a new normal now. It has become a part of me and I, a part of it. Today makes it exactly two weeks of being temporarily blind which has been a hectic, emotional exhaustive one. Thanks to Dora and Damien who are always here to help out whenever I needed one. They made me feel better to an extent. So good people. I was allowed to talk to my brother on several occasions to be assured he's doing very fine. He can walk all by himself now, gained a little more weight and looks much better. He told me all of that himself. Truth be told, I'm really grateful that Christain helped out in this situation but my ego wouldn't let me appreciate him sincerely. I rolled uneasily on the bed, uncomfortable at my every position. Will I really be able to see after one week and maybe, get justice for myself. Christain had tried to collect information about the man that attacked me in the vehicle, unfortunately for us, I was unable to give a perfect description of h
Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir I've no intention of letting you go, , Dear Lauren
*Christain*My heart skipped a bit when I saw her lying on the bed helplessly. She had a blank stare, her facial features showed how much oblivious she is of her surroundings. I stealthily walked further into the room then placed the plates of pancakes on the bed side table. She made a twitch in reaction to the sound.'Damien? Is that you?' she asked, her hands carefully searching around to feel. She furrowed her brows when I said nothing.'Dora?' she tried again.No response.She sat up, leaned her back on the bed frame. 'Are you mad at me for not eating the pancakes?' she sounded sincerely sorry. 'I wanted to but I can't seem to find the appetite. I'm sorry for disappointing you' she added.Her aura, movements, atmosphere was enough for me to sense how distressed she is at her current situation. I denied myself the press to feel sorry for her. She wouldn't want that, especially from me..Silence manifested in the room. The only thing heard was the sound of each other's breathing. I
Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir She's driving me crazy
*Christain*After fighting relentlessly, she gave up. I really wasn't willing to let her go. Not now. I placed her on her feet, pulled up her hair into a ponytail.'You'll have to sit in the bath tub'She rolled her eye balls. 'I told you before, I'm not ready to do this. I want to be left alone' I sighed audibly. 'I almost forgot how stubborn you are'.I swept her off her feet, positioned her well into the tub. I pulled off my shirt, hung it on the small hanger on the bathroom wall. I proceeded to ask if she's in for pulling her dress also to prevent it from getting wet. As expected she declined. I turned on the water heater and let the tap run. Certain enough her hair was wet enough, I grabbed the shampoo, poured quite an amount on my palm then rubbed it into her hair. My mind drifted, memories made way into my head as I continued the process. I always watched my mum do this to her hair when I was still a toddler. She would let me hold the shampoo and allow me pour the quantity she
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