The stars. Very beautiful.Thousands of sparkling diamonds just sitting up there in the sky, making the night sky look uniquely beautiful. Lucas loved looking up at the stars, watching each one twinkle in the clear dark blue sky.Whenever he looked up at them, he always felt…at peace. He couldn't quite understand it but seeing the moon and stars always made him relax. But unfortunately, it wasn't working this time.As he laid on the bench by the pond, his mind, replaying Grover's words over and over like a broken record, Lucas started to feel bleak. He felt dejected. He began to question every word, every feeling, every moment with her.Life, a mystery.So long, yet so short. So tough, yet so fragile. Life was a huge mystery that no one could understand. Although Soren Kierkegaard went on further to explain that:'Life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced.'It was a puzzle that no one could figure out. It has its ups and downs. Filled with twists and turns,
"That's wonderful, glad to see you're doing well. So, is there something on your mind? Because I doubt this visit was just for you to have tea with me.""No, its not." He agreed with a smile. " I see you still have that keen sense of observation.""It appears I still do.""Well it's good. You're right, I'm not just here for snacks, I want to ask you something.""Okay?""I was thinking of obtaining a property, and I know you have the connections that can make that easier for me.""What connections could I have compared to yours? You're a big man known by all.""Now you're just flattering me. By the way, are you still holding on to the deed of this mansion?""How is that relevant to our discussion?" Grover suspected that was the reason for his visit, thankfully Lucas had warned him that something like this would happen."Of course it isn't. I was just wondering, you have kept it safe for a very long time so it's only fair that you hold on to it. Right?""While it is true that I have hel
Lucas sat alone in his living room, it was a Saturday. A boring Saturday, and his first weekend alone in a long time. Ivy had gone over to her mother's for the weekend and he was missing her. He didn't feel the need to cook so he just had toast for breakfast and retired to the couch to kill time.His mind reverted to the board and how Ivy had defended the project perfectly. She definitely deserved a gift for that. Mike had apologized for not impressing him like Ivy did but he didn't hold any grudge against him. He was detached from his chain of thoughts when someone knocked on the door. "Hold on a minute." Lucas lazily got up and walked to the door, Taking one deliberately slow step after the other. He knew it wasn't Ivy and he didn't have any friends around so he knew it wasn't someone he knew.Lucas's lazy face turned into a stern frown as he saw his annoying smile. Marco Platana. The man who desperately wanted to steal his wife from him. Why was he here again? Surely Blanche would
Family. Your blood. Your clan. Your genre. Your household. Your kindred.People have many, many names for the word 'family' but yet, it felt like they hardly knew what it meant.People walk around daily using the word freely, calling people family only to still end up betraying them or hurting them. A family is supposed to be your home, your comfort zone. A place where you never have to re-earn your spot at the table, a place where once you've been accepted, you are supposed to be protected, to be kept safe, forever, no matter what.Ivy wished her family was like that.Having a good friend was a blessing. A blessing that most people weren't fortunate enough to have.There were different kinds of friends; the crazy one that always pushes you out of your comfort zone, that forces you to do the things you'd never normally do.The gossipy one, the one you only meet for interesting gossips, the one that's always there to update you on the latest news.The work friend, probably you only t
Lucas sat awake in the pitch black room, he was having a hard time falling asleep. The fact that he might have a sister still bothered him greatly.If this sister was real, where had she been all these years? Was she older than he was?, was she still alive? Would she recognize him if they met?There were so many questions on his mind and he desperately wanted answers to them. He quietly got up, trying not to wake Ivy but just as he was about to get up, he heard her sleepy voice."Are you going somewhere?"He should have known she would wake up, Ivy had always been a light sleeper. The slightest sound or movement could wake her up. "I just need a glass of water. Do you want anything?""No, just hurry back.""Alright." Ivy was afraid of the dark so she always had trouble sleeping whenever it was dark, and Lucas on the other hand, couldn't sleep with the lights on. They concluded that she would let him turn off the light on the condition that he stayed with her all through the night.He
"Sir, have you decided on what to do with Miss Jacobs?" A tall, heavily built man addressed Marco as he approached him."Yes," he replied, eyeing his drink like he was displeased with the taste. "I realize now that I made a mistake. I should have ended her from the start." He took another brief sip of the coffee colored liquid and squeezed his face in distaste. "I told him I don't like bitter alcohol." He handed the almost full bottle to the hefty man who stood firmly by his chair. "Throw this away."He bowed slightly as he accepted the drink. "What are your orders sir?" He asked, his tone deep and bold, sounding like he was using a microphone."Finish her. Oh and please, do it discreetly. I wouldn't want this leading back to me.""Of course sir." He bowed and exited the room, leaving Marco alone with the empty glass he cradled in his hand.★★★"So Mr Williams, what is your relation to Miss Jacobs?" The slightly chubby officer asked as he stared firmly at Lucas like he was conducting
"I talked to Ivy about the auction and she said she feels like a cheat.""And how is that?""She feels bad for her mother and the other clients wanting to partake in the auction.""Oh, that is very benevolent of her but what are you going to do about it?""She wants me to hold a fair auction. Place the mall on a public sale and award it to the highest bidder.""So in other words, she's asking you to not get involved.""Yeah.""Can you do that?"That was the million dollar question. Could he look away? The mall was initially meant for his wife and now she was asking him to stay out of it.He was starting to regret announcing the sale of the mall in the first place. He knew if he was to give it to the highest bidder, there was hardly a chance for Ivy to win. "Sire, why don't you leave it to me? I'll try my best to make it even-handed in every respect, and I won't just award it to the highest bidder.""Is that possible?""Don't you trust me?"If course he trusted Grover. He had never gi
"For the last time, you have got to stop saying that, I have told you countless times that it is very stupid.""Then is your idea better? Are we to just sit by and watch that bastard take away everything?!""Of course not. We just have to take a more mature approach.""Okay, so pray tell, what is your proposal?""Thank you. Since it is very obvious that he would do anything for his family, I say we give him an offer he won't be able to refuse.""Money? I already tried, The greedy bastard refused.""Oh did he now?""Yes, he threw my cheque right at me.""And what was your offer?""Five million dollars for the buffoon to leave Ivy and not look back!""It's no surprise he refused. Anyway, I'm not talking about money my simple minded friend. I have no money to give to the likes of that boy, I'm talking about a more serious offer, one that he won't have a choice than to dance to our tune.""Oh, I see.""Yes.""What do you need me to do?""For now, nothing. When the time is right for you to