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
Business Tycoon Howard Ashford Killed in Car CrashThat was the headline.A simple news title that summed up the whole story.An adverb, the subject, and its verb.It couldn’t be any simpler; that was what Ryan liked about news headlines most of the time.However, this particular news shook his world. Leaving him with raw, jumbling emotions that refused to let him rest. After all, it had been hours since he said good night to Violet and closed the door behind him.Fuck.He was supposed to sleep with Violet tonight.But his father died, and he has yet to get his fair revenge. To hell with him.“Argh!”Ryan punched the wall beside him. He couldn’t even lie down again. His thought was haunted by imagining the event itself.A car crash.His father was killed in a car crash. And against a trailer truck, to be precise. What a ridiculous way to die. Just when he was abo
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
The drive was about two hours away from New York.Ryan didn’t take his eyes away from the road ahead. How could he? Not to jinx it, but he just didn’t want to end up dead crashing against a trailer truck. Like a certain someone he knew.But, to drive all the way to Lancaster for his hated father’s funeral, who would have thought?Violet did, obviously.If not for her, Ryan would never head there in the first place. No. He wouldn’t even humour the idea.Alas, she knew when something was wrong, could smell it even when he didn’t say anything about the call.“What is it?” Violet asked with furrowed brows, looking strangely at him as she picked on the simple breakfast he made. The coffee was especially good. He got the beans fresh from a farmer in Brazil.He shrugged, “Nothing.”A pink streak crossed her face. Perhaps she thought he was awake, to begin with. Perhaps, she knew ab
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.
Ryan gripped his wife’s hand as he looked around the room.Aside from the carnation flowers and mourning people in black attires, the room itself was kind of ordinary. At least, for people who was born with silver spoon in their mouth. But, for him … it was just his old childhood house.The same wall his father pushed him against, so that he could easily ram his fist against Ryan’s tiny stomach. The same dining table where his father held him, so that he could lash the belt on his unguarded back. The same ceiling he saw, when his father kicked him again and again.Nothing changed.Except that his father was dead, waiting patiently in his coffin to be buried later today.From the corner of his eye, he saw someone from his past.The woman looked younger than his father. Probably in her late forty or early fifty. Wearing a black dress like any other. The only thing differentiating her from the guest was that she already had a
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,
Peeep![Congratulations!]TEETS’s notification chimed in the form of a mechanical voice, and a transparent dark panel floated before him. Its golden lines and white letters informed him of his recent progress.[Objective 4 achieved.][However, as TEETS is unable to give Mission and Ability regarding this Objective due to close proximity against another Host, TEETS will offer to level up three Active Abilities or one Passive Ability of Host’s choosing.]Ryan was surprised by it.Not for the special treat, per se, but for the fact that TEETS still counted this as him achieving his objective. He wasn’t the one who killed his father, but somehow TEETS trusted that. Or it could be because of what he did at the end of his eulogy. Perhaps that might be counted as killing his father’s reputation.Nonetheless, he was glad by this turn of events.Ryan couldn’t help the smile, and so he asked TEETS to show hi
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