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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: THE TIME TO HEAL
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“Aimee, she’s driving me crazy,” Ana complained for the umpteenth time as she joined her friend in the coffee room after one laden session with Jennifer about the wedding plans. Having no wish for a grand wedding, Ana had done the intrinsic mistake of handing the preparations over to her PR, who had suddenly transformed into her worst nightmare.Things were inexorably getting out of hands – what had started as an unpretentious family affair had transmuted to a celebrity wedding, precisely what Ana had been circumventing. Jennifer being her whimsical self was controlling the wedding to the weeniest details, from the color of the flowers to the food which would be served.“I know she can be a pain, honey. The wedding’s only a week ahead. Keep ignoring her,” Aimee responded soothingly, sending her a sympathetic look before frowning back to the ivory mess of fabric in front of her.Even handing Aimee the mission of designing her dress had been like winning a battle – Jennifer had insisted
Time to heal FACTS NOT TO FORGET
FACTS NOT TO FORGETHi. I hope you like my story. I had a really wonderful time writing about it and hope that my next venture will be an equally outstanding experience.I will be really ungrateful brat if I end this without thanking the GoodNovel Team for this wonderful platform. I have been a writer since school days but had never dared shown anyone my story before.It feels really good to be appreciated for your work. I would request other writers not to copy my work as it is a copyright book. I would be ready to help you if ever you are stuck with your own story if it is possible for me to do so of course.Last but not least, I am putting up a table of events throughout the story which had helped me relate to the story every now and then without getting lost. I would definitely recommend other writers to use this tip and it is a key for my readers.THANK YOU AND KEEP POSTING YOUR COMMENTS..1982 Devin bornApril 1986Con man Alastair Forrester had bee
Time to heal PROLOGUE: CHANCE ENCOUNTER
“Can I buy you a drink?” someone asked behind Anastasia Hazel Forrester, and she schooled her features into an impassible mask before turning to face her interlocutor. A pair of stunning blue eyes stared back at her coupled with a dazzling smile meant to charm.“I’m all good,” she drawled lazily, indicating her glass and dismissed the handsome stranger who had accosted her without second thoughts. She loathed the fact that the opposite sex seemed to think that every lonely woman at a bar was fair game.“Are you sure?” he insisted with an obvious slurred Italian accent, unfazed to the fact that she was clearly not interested. Ana refrained from replying, praying that he would pick the hint. Thankfully he did. She breathed a sigh of relief – that was her fifth overtures for the night, and she was not impressed.She’d heard that Italians were pretty flirtatious and straight-forward but had never been a hands-on witness to the fact until today. She’d just landed in Milan the previous afte
Time to heal CHAPTER ONE: HER DOUBLE LIFE
FIVE YEARS LATER…A frigid cold smile plastered on her face; Anastasia stared at the culprit standing in her line of vision with undisguised disdain. Consideration or pity were not part of her dictionary, so she could not be bothered that the poor man stood completely humiliated in front of her, his head bent in resigned shame. In fact, it gave her a sense of perverse satisfaction to know that she had the power to make that man cower like a worm. She was an unfeeling bitch, she knew – in general models were supposed to have a mean side.Anyway, she was after all Anastasia Forrester– the queen bee of the contemporary NY fashion world which gave her enough leeway to do anything she wanted. Humility was not her thing. Had been in the past but now she felt better being the proud princess she was. It was life, after all, which had molded her into who she was now, who she was meant to be.“So, what will it be Mr. Patterson? You have two options. Either you accept that you have stolen the sa
Time to heal CHAPTER TWO: THE ENCOUNTER
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Time to heal CHAPTER THREE: THE FLASHBACK
Time stopped for Ana when she heard the devastating news coming so bluntly from the man in front of her.For a little while, even for a transient moment, she’d felt genuine happiness at Kevin’s party. She had even managed to stop the flow of memories from flooding her with grief, having put Devin’s Crighton re-appearance in her life as an unfortunate coincidence. It had all been possible because of the wonderful time she’d been spending with Kevin who’d been so sure she would skip because of her hectic schedule. But she would never be too busy for him. For them. She loved them unconditionally and limitlessly.The orphanage kids. Over such a short span of time, they had become such an integral part of her life that now she could hardly imagine her future without them. Especially when she brought such joy to them, not only for monetary purposes, but with her presence and love. When life had knocked her out with sadistic perversion, she had used them as anchor to rebuild her shattered wo
Time to heal CHAPTER FOUR: THE FUNERAL
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Time to heal CHAPTER FIVE: THE TWIST IN THE WILL
“Ana,” a voice halted her steps from behind as she was leaving the cemetery after Melissa’s dramatic departure. At first, used to the wailings of her sister, she had not given much credit to the show the latter was putting on. It was only when insults had been directed at her, that she had paid scant attention interrupting her prayers. And the only emotion she could muster was grim irritation for having disturbed her silent plea to God to forgive her father, hoping that he’d at least found salvation.As for accepting the condolences, she’d preferred a laid-back performance, granting her father’s cousin Aunt Mathilda the main role while Melissa had been making a spectacle of herself. It had felt more appropriate, everyone from the family hated her anyway, considering she was not the rightful heir to her father’s millions.Like she needed that kind of dirty money, she chided derisively to herself while she waited for Uncle Jeremy to reach her at the end of the alley, most probably to ta
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