KieraI closed my eyes as sleep began to overtake me, feeling the weight of Jason's naughty deeds from earlier in the day. His mischievous smile played in my mind as I drifted off, but my peace was restored when a hand touched my head and ruffled my hair.I leaned into the touch, comforted by the familiar warmth of Jason's presence. As I snuggled closer, I couldn't help but smile, but his voice whispered softly, "Kiera..."I opened my eyes to see Jason looking down, his expression stern yet filled with tenderness. "I'm sorry for waking you," he said, his hand still resting on my head. "But we need to go now."I yawned and stretched, still feeling the warmth of his touch lingering on my skin. "Where are we going?" I asked, curiosity piqued by the seriousness in his eyes.Jason sighed, brushing his hair off his head with a slight frown. "To the hospital," he replied, his tone somber.I jolted upright, suddenly wide awake. "What's wrong?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest."Why don'
KieraWe stood in front of my dad's room in the hospital, unsure of what to expect when we walked in.I held Jason's hand tight, squeezing it for reassurance as we were about to enter the room."What took you guys so long?" Kevin asked, making our heads turn towards him with a mixture of relief and surprise."What are you doing here?" I asked, shocked to see him here in the hospital of all places."Kiera… Go meet you, Dad," he said with a solemn expression, gesturing towards the room. "You are his family."I nodded my head in understanding as I walked inside the room and saw my father lying in the hospital bed, lifeless and frail. Tears welled up in my eyes as I approached him, feeling a rush of emotions overwhelm me. "I'm here, Dad," I whispered, holding his hand gently in mine. He is cold and weak, a stark contrast to the strong grip he used to have. I squeezed his hand, hoping for some sign of recognition or response from him.But there is no sign of life in him; he is dead and mot
Jason"She is fine, right?" I asked, holding her hands in mine, staring at her pale face, eyes closed as if she were in a deep sleep. The sound of her breathing was the only thing that kept me grounded at that moment, reassuring me that she was still with me."Mr. Grey, she is fine," the doctor reassured me, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. "She just needs some rest and time to recover." I exhaled in relief, grateful for the doctor's words."But why did she collapse like that?" I inquired, feeling a knot of worry tightening in my chest.The doctor hesitated before responding, "It could be due to stress or exhaustion, but we will run some tests to be sure."I sighed and nodded, feeling a mix of relief and concern wash over me. As I watched her sleep peacefully, I vowed to do whatever it took to ensure she never had to go through something like this again. The stress of her dad's death was taking a toll on her, and I knew I needed to prioritize her well-being moving forward."J
KieraI stood in front of the casket, filled with a sense of loss and longing.Memories flooded my mind as I said my final goodbye to my dad.I don't know if he was a good man or not; I don't know if he was the criminal that everyone claimed him to be. I don't even know if he truly loved me. But he was the person who made me feel loved when I was all alone, broken, and lost.When all my hope was gone, he was the one who showed me kindness and compassion. He stood by my side when I was alone; he gave me a shoulder to cry on when no one else did. I will always be grateful for his presence in my life. Whatever little time I had with him was truly a blessing.I close my eyes as I put my hand over my heart, feeling the warmth of his memory."You know, you're a blessing to my life, a blessing that you tried to hide from me for eighteen years." I heard his voice in my mind as I remembered the impact he had on me. His words brought tears to my eyes, knowing that his kindness was always there,
“Mom see, I brought a lot of groceries,” I said, placing a big sack full of veggies, meat, eggs, toiletries, and everything that was necessary for us to survive for a whole week. The last few days have been hard; we barely had enough to fill ourselves, and after Dad's accident, Mom totally scattered. She still tries her best, but I can see how broken and hurt she was after that day. Her smile and the cheerful, bubbly attitude of my mother somehow faded away, and there has been a 180-degree change in her personality. I don’t like seeing her scattered but, no matter how much I try, I can't help her. It's been difficult for me to witness the toll that Dad's accident has taken on my mother. Despite her efforts, it's clear that she is struggling to cope with the emotional and physical aftermath. I wish there was more I could do to support her during this challenging time. “Jason,” Mom called, with her voice sounding weaker than usual. “Come sit beside me,” she said, patting the empty spa
Things don't always go as planned in life, and while that may sound like a quote, it's the reality of my life. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that my life would take such an unexpected turn, forcing me to sacrifice my desires for the sake of my father. Everything was perfect. Now it feels as if someone is waking me up from a strange fantasy, presenting me with a truth that is totally different from my perception. And the person sitting next to me is the root of all this chaos. The reason for ruining our lives, the reason for my father's sadness, and the devil who somehow found the very right time to ruin our lives at our most vulnerable moment, crushing our livelihood without giving us a chance to stand. And that person is Jason Gray, a man of immense power and a cruel heart. The same person to whom I'm legally bound as his lawfully or more forcefully wedded wife, despite the fact that we have shared no vows, promises, or love for each other. And, as much as I would like
“What the hell are you doing here,” I asked, the guy who was standing in front of me and staring at me head to toe like a hungry beast waiting for his meal. His intense gaze made me feel uneasy as if he could see right through me. The air grew thick with tension, leaving me wondering what his intentions were for being here.“It’s my house, and I can come and go wherever I want,” he said as he stood next to the sink to wash his hands. I watched him closely, trying to gauge his true intentions. His nonchalant response only fueled my curiosity further. As he dried his hands, a sly smile played on his lips, leaving me even more unsettled.I didn’t want my husband to see me like this with my body completely bare, so I turned my back, not giving any attention to him, and immediately covered my body with a towel nearer my range.“Don’t you have any manners?_____ How can you enter my bathroom without knocking?” I heard him chuckle at my question without giving it any consideration.And before
What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m so mad at myself right now because of what I let happen in the bathroom. How foolish can I be? I know Jason hates me and is using his charms against me to make things worse for me. But what I did, aside from stopping him, was let him go on, losing my sanity and indulging him. Darn, you, Kiera? “Keira controls yourself and never repeats the same mistake twice,” I repeated the words in my head, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I took deep breaths, trying to calm my senses. I’m mad not only because I allowed Jason to kiss me but also because I cherished every moment of us being like that, being kissed passionately and adroitly by him. With Jason’s arms draped around my waist, his chest pressed upon my body, with our hearts synchronizing together in rhythm, humming a song of their own. ‘It was just a kiss, just a kiss, and nothing else.’ I chanted the words in my head, hoping that it would help me forget the events earlier. Splashing cold wate