Till We Fall

~GraysonI don't let my eyes linger for more than it's meant to before I look away and keep them fixed on the cream walls of the room. "What's wrong, Mr. Rodriguez? Don't you like what you see?"From the proximity of her voice, I can tell she's coming closer by the second. I chance a look at the door to gauge how close it is but she's already in front of me, her full body on display. I look away again, clearing my throat. "Why are you here?"I can imagine the surprise she would fake from her voice before she replies. "Now, come on Mr. Rodriguez. This is my house too."I try not to snap at her but it doesn't work and in less than a minute, my voice comes out a pitch higher. "But this is Ren's room!"I hear her chuckle but I keep my eyes fixed on the walls. "Ren is like a sister to me. Ever since childhood we've shared everything. Whatever is hers, is mine too. If you get my drift, Mr. Rodriguez."I open my mouth to reply but a groan makes it's way out instead when she comes to sta

~GraysonI bump into another servant and rush out an apology before they can retaliate. Without bothering to check if they are alright, I continue my journey to Renata's room. This is the fifth servant I've bumped into this night in my attempt to get to Renata. Maybe I wouldn't keep bumping into servants if they weren't present at almost every corner of the house. Sometimes it is hard to comprehend why anyone would need so many helpers. It isn't a wonder why Zoe and Phil grew up to be such spoilt brats. They probably never raised a finger to do a single thing in their lives. I'm almost out of breath when I finally reach the room. I place my hand on the door knob but the door cracks open before I can even twist it. I'm about to walk in but I halt on hearing a masculine voice. I peer into the room and from the door, I have a good view of the bed. My heart drops at the sight in front of me. Renata is dressed only in a bra which just covers her nipples, together with a little bit of he

~GraysonMy heart stops the moment I hear the lawyer's words. It takes a while for me to work through the meaning, even longer for me to digest it. I stare at the girl who seems just as shocked as I am. Her mouth hangs open and she doesn't even bother to close it, her face looking even more drained of color—not that it had any to begin with. I finally get a good view of her face, her green eyes sparkling under the chandelier lights. For a moment, it seems like they aren't really sparkling just because of the lights. They're shinny one minute and the next, they're cloudy? She shakes her head, blinking a bit too much as her fingers curl into fists. Her lips tremble and I can't ignore how her body seems to be shaking too. She pulls her gaze away from the lawyer and anchors it on the ground for a second before they move up, landing straight on my face.Our eyes meet, the intensity of her gaze making me shudder a bit. I look away, trying hard to ignore her glazed eyes. This should be t

~Adeline“What did you just say?”Her voice is stern, her craved brow arched up as her cold stare remains fixed on me, challenging me to repeat myself—to defy her. I take in a deep breath. “I know you don’t understand me now and y-you think you’re doing this for my own good.” I pause, sucking in a lungful of air. “But I can’t just get married because you want me to. This is my life and you should at least let me make the decision myself. It’s not fair that you get to decide what I do with my own life without even letting me have a choice. You’re—”“Not another word from you, Adeline. You will do as I say.”She continues to sway towards the exit. “You’ve lived your life, let me live mine!”My voice halts her in her tracks and she swings around with so much force, I’m almost certain she should have fallen down. “What insolence is this? Since when did you become this disrespectful? You’re getting married and that’s final! As long as you stay under my roof, you have no other choice but

~Grayson As I stand around waiting for the spoiled brat to come out of the dressing room, my eyes roam about the store. I have just taken interest in a space sectioned off from the rest by a glass door, with several mannequins displaying clothes either made or lined with furs when a soft, silky voice comes from behind me. “Gray.”I’m startled at first before I turn to meet face-to-face with Renata. Her face is devoid of any makeup and expression as she stares at me. Even her lips which are usually shaded a wine red maintain their natural light pink colour. Born more out of habit than anything else, my eyes flit away from her face and trail down her body. She is dressed in an almost nonexistent strap of fabric that might as well be a gown. It comes as a surprise to me since she only ever steps out in moderate dresses and my eyes are still glued to her body when her voice sends them flying back to her face. “You didn’t come to meet me again.” The way her lips curve down in a frown g