A Journey With Paris
is
thing inevitable in life. Ho
ast n
ening beeping of the alarms met the erratic beating of my heart. I squeezed my ey
ite. My mind raced with thoughts - if only I had known, I never would have decided to go on this
ing" the man beside me shouted ove
outed, my th
Is this ho
h towards us as the helicopter descended with speed and I
t's certain, I'm going
rt? Would death come quickly, or slowly? O
y death, everything we
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on the exquisite sofa opposite my father and his mist
ther but I still respect him. After all, he fed
... You know Sin
is town. I know that because we designed all the buildings. My father owns a large architecture firm which I now contro
said alr
son is single
ow where this conv
to marry him. It's for the
g at the step monster who averted her gaze. It's obviously her doings. "Besides, I've got my
woman of my own and I will never succumb to being any man
endid opportunity. Think of the social advanta
e of words. If only she knows how muc
u stole everything my mother built for yourself? And yo
" my fath
he reason you're doing this" I let out a dry chuckle, glaring at her teary eyes. "You want to marry me off to ano
mother like that" my fath
brain spiked
mother and don't you dare compare my mo
y throbbing cheek and I glance at my stepmother who was holding my father's hand, fake tears rolling down her eyes. I roll my e
and you will do as I say without complaining." He stated. "I blame myself for br
nice to kn
blame but please don't hit her again" she pleaded, and I narrowed my eyes at her silly pretense t
y eye from the impact of the slap. "You should consider acting. I
.. " he
acy. I won't marry some random guy just to boost your precio
my back facing them. "And if I
ing house, leaving them both behind, w
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d, my hands trembling and my heart pounding in rage as my cheeks stung, a reminder of my father's
mark on my cheek with the scene replaying itself in
d. How could a love as strong as the one my parents ha
changed or was it because I was too young to understand? Fuck that - there is no explanation for his
ve-year-old daughter when I was eleven years old. He had the nerve to bring them i
she's going as worse as persuading my father to marry me into another family so
er if my father is dumb or if he is just acting dumb. All in all, I don't care nor do I
on the sofa, then flop down on it with a sigh. I usually
going to change. Not after what friendship and love did to my mother. She trusted h
tine. The warm water melted away the day's stresses. After I got into my nightwear, and applied my fa
he screen. I might be a loner but I have a lot of followers on my s
cture of a breathtaking island bathed in sunlight. An idea suddenly popped
almost immediately. I heard some shu
ice came out muffled
or the week," I instructed, n
assistant, asked,
one-week vacation. I need a
d then she responded, "Are you sure? W
hem when I get back. And rent me a chopper. I heard there'
can question me without getting scared. She has been a pain in my neck sin
ersation get out to my father or anyone. You'll be fired if my phone rings, and di
ly back in high school, she's stuck to me like glue and hasn't left my side. Even when I'm not particularly kind to her,
already daydreaming about sandy shores and crystal-clea