ourtney ️ I watched helplessly as the policemen took Div away. "I'll be okay and probably be back in the night" he said as they took him away but that didn't alleviate my worry. Killing Simon was self defense, the police should know that. Seeing I wasn't convinced "what about bringing your flowers this night?" I smiled and nodded in agreement. After he left with the police, an ambulance came to carry Simon's corpses and I was asked to vacate the room without cleaning as they need evidence. I packed my belongings and moved them to Donald's room. I sat on his bed, reminiscing. Simon is really dead, my nightmare is gone. It still felt surreal. Donald entered and sat quietly beside me. "I'm so sorry Nora, I'm sorry I didn't believe you" he pleaded. I looked at him and placed my hands on his, "If I were you, I wouldn't have believed a stranger over my blood too so I'm not angry."
*** He stared at me as if he couldn't believe what he was wearing and pulled me into a hug. I let myself be hugged and relax in his embrace. It's finally over, we conquered our nightmares. "Know the first thought that crossed my mind when I saw you?" He asked, his chin resting on my head. I shook my head negatively against his chest. "Who's this fierce beautiful petite lady with wild chestnut hair who isn't afraid of my cold aura and broke through, now I have a warm heart willing to love." "What do you think when you see now, after you know, everything?" I asked "Wow, my bossy maid is one hell of a strong woman, beautiful and fierce at the same time, selfless too. She's one of the people I hold dear to my heart now." I blushed, surprised someone still thinks of me as beautiful. "What contract you signed with mother ends today, I'll give you the money"
"What contract you signed with mother ends today, I'll give you the money" My heart plummeted down, I wanted the money for college so I can't rent an apartment till I apply. "I want to work for my money" I argued "No, you've worked enough. I'm going to sponsor you to college and you can always consider this place as home" I wanted to raise my head and look at him. He pressed my head back against his chest "No don't look at me" "Thank you" I said with so much sincerity. "You deserve it CounterKnee" " Sorry to break you guys up, but what the heck happened?" Another voice said "Mum" Donald cried out, not masking the surprise in his voice. His mum?!
Donald "I knew something was up with that Uncle of yours. I never liked him." Mum said after I narrated everything to her. "I still can't believe he tried to kill me and Courtney." "I haven't told your father about it. You mentioned Div just now?" "Yeah, he's the one that helped" "That's new, the Div I heard about is cruel and he's a Drug Lord." Mum explained. "A drug Lord? Courtney got herself involved with a drug Lord? Is that why the police man saluted to him" "Maybe..... I'll head over to the police station. They should wrap up the case, we aren't making any charges. He's dead, we don't need to mention his case in court." I shrugged and eyed mother who was staring at me with mischief. I went over and hugged her tightly. "About Courtney" mum started. "Don't even go there mum..... don't" I disengaged from the hug and flashed her a grin then went to the kitchen where I met Flynn and Eva cooking. It was a sight to behold. "We're sorry,
Five years later, Courtney I stood at the arrival terminal in the airport, looking for my ride home. I had travelled to Europe for college with the help of Div and Donald and graduated with an upper class in law. I specifically chose to major in law so I can lend my voice to those that are voiceless. I saw a flag raised up with the name CounterKnee. I shook my head and walked to the person who was busy chatting away on his phone with a big smile on his face. I smacked him on the arm "Didn't I tell you not to call me CounterKnee?" I playfully glared at him. "What do you expect me to do when I miss you so much?" He grinned at me "Should I blush now or what?" "None, a hug will do" I hugged him tight "it's been five years" "I know right, it feels like yesterday and it also feels like ages ago" We disengaged from the hug and he collected my luggages from me, leading me to sleek car and I noticed an entourage. "Please don't tell me you hired
**** "I don't understand you" I continued when we entered the car "if I'm to be treated like a queen, why are you driving when we have an entire entourage behind us?" I asked "Because I'm treating you like a queen, durh" "I'll think of you as my driver then" I smiled satisfactorily. "I have a very juicy news" he licked his lips. "I can see it's really juicy for you to lick your lips, did you taste the juice?" He glared at me and concentrated on driving. Knowing him, I knew he would continue talking. "My three year old girl is dying to see you. She even decorated her bedroom and expects you to share the room with her" he said admiringly. "I knew she would always be smart, smarter than her father who paid an entire entourage to accompany us home" "It's was her idea, so that means I'm smarter" he bit his cheeks to surpress himself from laughing. "Wow that's so smart of her, she deserves a medal." I replied wiping the smile off his face. "Hmph.." he
Ryan walked down the narrow path that lead to his parents, a sad smile on his face. The place is silent as usual, only a few people here and there, so he can talk to his parents as much as he wants without anyone eavesdropping. Just like the 21st of everyday, he had snuck out of the house to come here.Ryan stood in front of his parent's tomb, the designed tiles very neat, little colourful flowers grew around tomb. It's been three years now, three years since they were laid to rest and was made an orphan in the blink of an eye. Ryan set a bouquet chrysanthemum flower on his mother's grave and a bouquet of lily flowers on his father's. Both of them were buried side by side, not surviving an intended accident where only he manage to survive from, unscathed. He knew his parents death weren't exactly an accident, he could still remember the look on his mother's face as she gripped his arms three years ago, a small smile playing at her lips when she saw the blood on his body wasn't
Ryan alighted the boss and hurried into the hospital. He met Alina in the visiting area, pacing around angrily. He swallowed and paused when her eyes caught his, the anger more evident in her eyes. Three years ago, Alina was forced to marry Ryan. She doesn't mind that he is stinkingly poor, she has her own money and can do whatever she wants but the fact that she can't boast of him to the world makes her really angry. Ryan isn't ready to work for money, he is perfectly content with doing house chores and idling away at home. Instead, she's the one that takes care of everything that is money related, including feeding, calling plumbers, changing furnitures and no matter what she tells him, Ryan wasn't ready to change. As the head of the family, their own family, he is supposed to work or find means to earn money for the family. Alina constantly thanks heaven that both of them haven't had children yet, else it'd be more than she can endure. She had on countless situatio