Our Blooming Love

Chelsie's Pov

The kinds of decisions we make at times defines who we are. When these decisions change the course of our lives, I call it destiny.

Not knowing what destiny had in stock for me, I stood in front of the beautifully structured mansion and rang the doorbell. I looked around with nostalgia as the sweet fragrance of jasmine and roses filled my nose. It looked at the place I once called home with a heavy heart.

I was back home for the first time in two years. I felt hot tears rolled down my eyes as I remembered the circumstances that led to me leaving the house. I quickly wiped my tears and rang the doorbell once again, silently hoping that she would opened the door.

It was as if the heavens heard my prayers. The door slowly opened with a creak. She appeared at the door almost immediately. Her expression changed to a sour one on sighting me.

I tried hard to fight back the emotions of pains, hurts and anger as I took a good look at her. She didn't change one bit since the last time I saw her. She looked radiant as ever. I felt a strange relief knowing that she was doing well.

For the next five minutes, the both of us kept staring at each other, no words uttered.

"Tasha," I said with a tearful voice, breaking the silence.

Tasha looked at me with hostility and scoffed.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, looking at me with disgust.

"Tasha, I still love you. Can we be a family again? I'm willing to put the past behind me and be with you again." I appealed to her, taking a step towards her.

Tasha laughed hysterically and placed her hands on her waist.

"You're kidding right? Family my foot!"she responded, indignantly.

Covering my hurt with a smile, I spoke to her.

"Let's not do this to each other. We are all we are left with. Are we really going to let a man come in between us?"

"See, erase the notion that you've an elder sister. I'm no longer family to you. Just live your life without involving me. You're all alone now." She responded coldly.

My heart shattered into a thousand pieces as I listened to her.

"Tasha, Brian has done more harm to us than good. He has successfully put a separation between us for years. We need to come back together.We are blood." I responded with a shaky voice, restraining myself from screaming.

"Don't you get it? You're no longer a part of me. Just go to hell!" With that, Tasha entered the house, ignoring me. The door was shut with a loud bang, dismissing me rudely. I remained on the spot for minutes, hoping that she'd come out again. I rang the doorbell again but there was no reply. I kept ringing the doorbell but I got ignored.

Heartbroken, I walked out of the compound, ruminating on my conversations with my sister. My visit to her was out of my strong, sisterly instincts to check on her, not because I wanted to and I really regretted it. It only opened my old wounds. Right there, I swore to never call her or visit her again. At that moment, I felt like I was all alone in this world, all on my own.

With a bitter feeling of rage and betrayal, I cursed with my quivering lips as tears rolled down my cheeks. I quickly wiped them away. I had promised myself to never cry because of her anymore. She was not worth it.

My phone beeped and it was a voicemail from my best friend, Jamie Russell. I listened to it and smiled, it was a mirthless, bitter smile. She was worried about me and was asking me to come home.

Yeah, I should. I should go home to Jamie, the only soul that understands me. I wanted to go home and cry my eyes out. I wanted her to console me as I lean into her comforting arms.

I returned my phone to my purse and walked into the cold, silent night, clutching tightly onto my tote bag.

Slowly, I walked into the expressway, shivering with cold. I cursed again and wondered why I had to visit Natasha that evening. I took a long look at the silent road and to my utter disappointment, very few cars passed. They were private cars.

I waited for few more minutes but there wasn't a trace of any cab. Biting my lips, I opened my bag and brought out my phone to order a ride.

Suddenly, a white light flashed to my face and lingered on for sometimes. I staggered from the effect of the beam and placed a hand over my face in a bid to protect myself from the blinding light. Few seconds later, the car, a black lamborghini drove past me slowly, almost kissing my tired legs with its bonnet.

I became annoyed at the action of whosoever was driving the car. First, it was the blinding headlights and now, it was willing to hit me.

I stood straight and screamed wildly at the car while frantically waving my hands, signaling at the car to stop but I was ignored.

Ready to vent my bitterness, I brought out the crazy side of me. I picked a small stone which was idly beside me and hurled it straight at the car.

Thanks to my reflex skills, the stone landed with a loud thud on the car trunk. I smiled satisfactorily and smirked. I folded my arms, waiting for the car to come back and as I had expected, it did.

The car reversed with a full force and stopped abruptly.

The driver of the car came down and banged the car door. He took a look at his car and walked towards me with anger. Accusation was fully shown in his eyes. With the aid of the streetlights, I could get a glimpse of his face.

The first thing that caught my attention was his chestnut brown eyes, which gave him an aura of a 'cold fish'.

Mentally, I assessed him to have a devil-may-care personality. His hair was styled in a dreaded viking gold hair and packed into a ponytail.

His high arched eyebrows looked well trimmed. His nose was aquiline-like. I gasped at his defined cheekbones and concrete jaw. He walked with the gait of a tiger and his fierce eyeballs twinkled as he walked towards me.

I could sniff the sweet scent of his cologne. It made me want to run into his dishy body and bury my nose into his chest. I quickly shook the thought off my head and frowned, looking at him with daring eyes. He had already reached where I stood. I drag my eyes over his expensive dressing. His white t-shirt and denim trousers screamed money.

"Are you in your right mind Miss?" He said with a scowl, his eyebrows raising in anger.

I took my lower lips into my mouth and slowly bit it as I stared at his heart shaped, red lips. It looked so appealing to the eyes. I wondered how the taste of his lips would be on mine. I mentally slapped myself again and put on a bold facade. I wasn't going to let myself to be intimidated by him.

I leaned on one leg and smirked. "You started this dude. First, it was your full headlights pointed to my face, almost blinding me. Secondly, you almost hit me and you didn't care to apologize."

He looked at me and scoffed. "I didn't hit you, did I?" He said with his deep baritone. It sounded commanding and strict, yet laced with some kind of unexplainable sweetness.

"Hey" He scowled and pointed to the car. "You scratched my car you wretched witch! Do you even have any idea of the car's worth?" He said with arrogance.

His arrogance irked me and my stomach churned with disgust. "Look here Mr arrogant, who do you think you are? Why should I care about your car's worth? Is it more important than my life?" I challenged him, clearly upset by his statement.

He laughed sinisterly and looked down like a lion sizing up a tiny prey. I bit my lips hard. His cold stare was making my heart jittery. Slowly, I curled my right hand into a fist, refusing to be frightened.

"Really?" He laughed again, boring his cold eyes into mine.

He walked closer again and my nose caught a whiff of alcohol.

"Was he drink-driving? Was he drunk?" I thought to myself.

I heard his voice again.

"You really don't want to know who I am. Now let me give you a warning. I will let this pass. Pray that our paths doesn't cross in the future." He sounded with so much dread that I took a step back a little.

"And what if they do?" I dared him.

"You're just a proud fool." I said with a malicious smile and took another pebble and hurled it at the car trunk. It landed with a thud. I struck out my tongue at the man and ran away as fast as I could, laughing at my own craziness.

I hadn't run for long when a car horn blared behind me. I abruptly stopped and darted my gaze at the car, panting. I looked at the car with more intent as it slowly pulled up beside me. Strangely, I felt relieved on realizing that it wasn't the arrogant guy I had earlier encountered.

The car stopped, revealing the driver. One could correctly guess he was in his early thirties. From where I stood, I could judge that he is a tall man.

"Hi Miss. I saw you running. I don't know what is wrong but you shouldn't be all alone. It isn't safe for you." He said, looking at me with expectancy. Before I could give him a reply, he continued.

"It is dangerous for you to be out here. Do you mind me giving you a ride to your destination?" He said with a smile. I could make out his face under the bright reflections of the street lights. He looked so calm and collected but I was not the type to be deceived by looks.

I smiled dryly and waved in refusal. "I'm sorry. I have to refuse your offer. I don't take lifts from strangers. I have ordered a cab and I guess it will soon be here." I replied as politely as I could, covering my lie up with a smile.

"I insist Miss." The man insisted. He looked into his breast pocket and brought out a card. He stretched it out of the window for me to see.

"Here Miss, I'm a police officer. Let me drive you home safely." He persuaded me again.

I approached the car with utmost caution and collected the card from him. The Identity card indicated that he was a police officer. I looked at him and I felt I could trust him. I shrugged in acceptance. He smiled again and opened the car door. I entered the car and sat beside him as I mouthed words of gratitude to him. I fastened my seatbelt and gave him the direction of my house. He nodded in understanding and drove off. Not wanting to risk any chances, I discreetly held onto the pepper spray in my bag should in case the man turn out to be a jerk.

There was total silence in the car as he drove through the quiet streets- no questions asked. I was thankful for it. I needed time to think. I wasn't in the mood to chat with anyone at that moment.

Soon enough, we got to my house and he parked the car. I turned to him and gave him a small bow as I uttered my words of gratitude.

"Thank you Mr Peter. I'm so grateful for your kindness." I said with a smile.

"You are welcome." He responded with a bright smile. His smile was so contagious that I found myself smiling more.

"But how did you know..."

I interrupted him. I guessed he was referring to his name. "Your identity card. I caught a glimpse of your name earlier."

"Oh!" Peter nodded. "Can I please know your name too?"

"I'm Chelsie. " I simply said.

"Chelsie" I heard him mutter to himself.

"Alright Chelsie, take care of yourself."

"You too. Thanks a lot once again." I responded and stepped out of the car. I stood as I watched the car drive off.

I prayed for his safety in my heart as I always walked towards my compound. Peter was my saviour for the day. His timely help saved me. I wasn't ignorant of the dangers of the night.

"Chelsie!" Jamie called out and ran towards me, looking worried.

Jamie pulled me in for a hug and patted my back as I sobbed.

"It is fine Chelsie. You're home now." She comforted me.

I slowly nodded, loving the sound of home.

"Natasha is a devil. She is." I muttered as I cried harder.

Jamie hushed.

"Come on, Chels. Don't talk about your sister in that manner."

She patted my back again.

"It's okay love. Let's go in. Take your bath and have your dinner, then we go to bed. Let's talk about this tomorrow, okay?"

She held my right hand with affection and led me to our apartment, a place I call home.

Kevin's POV

"Nadia is back to Los Angeles. The news was confirmed this afternoon." Sebastian Harts informed me. With his drink in hand, he sat on the sofa nearest to me and gently dropped his wineglass on a stool. He folded his arms and crossed his legs, looking at me with intent.

I ignored him and focused on the people trooping in and out of the eatery in their luxury cars. I could get a good view of the eatery because we were in Sebastian's penthouse, built right beside the eatery.

Right in front of the eatery was a gigantic billboard decorated with glowing lights. The picture used for advertisement that day was that of a couple with their kids having a meal. They all looked happy and delighted as they ate their meal.

I smiled inwardly as I allowed my gaze to linger on the illustration on the billboard. I loved the beautiful memories it gave me. Torrents of nostalgia came rushing to my mind as I remembered my childhood days. My parents would take my siblings and I out on Sunday evenings for dinner. It was one of the family times that I always looked forward to when I was a kid. All that was in the past. Everyone is busy with either work or studies.

I shifted my gaze to another gigantic billboard and illustrated on it was the name Sebas Hart's eatery. Yeah, you guessed right. This place belongs to Sebastian. It was the most popular and patronized eatery in Los Angeles. It had a superb edifice with beautiful expensive interior and exterior designs.

I shifted my attention to the bottles of whiskey in front of me. I poured a shot for myself and down it went through my throat like a rush of toxic liquid vapor. I coughed a little from the burning sensation and mindlessly tapped my fingers on the sofa arm.

I could not stop my thoughts from wandering back to the little information that Sebastian just gave me. Deep down in my heart, I knew it wasn't a little piece of information. It was a big one and I didn't even know what to do with it.

Nadia is back? Thinking about her made me grit my teeth and a wave of anger surged through me. I felt an instant headache as I felt my blood boil. I clenched my fists and hissed. I opened another bottle of whiskey and poured myself another drink and slowly emptied the contents down my throat.

I took a deep breath and glanced at Sebastian. I had totally forgotten that he was in the room. He had seen my actions and he definitely knew that it was about Nadia. Now, he would have a good reason to make fun of me. There he sat, looking at me with those mischievous eyes boring into mine and a scoff on his face.

I smirked and let him laugh all he wanted. Sebastian has been my best friend right from age four and here we are, still best friends twenty four years later.

Sebastian is someone people refer to as a 'happy camper' because of his jocularity. He is someone that is capable of litting up a boring room with his charisma.

Sebastian ran his hands through his wind-tossled, dark hair and spoke.

"I hope it's not Nadia that is making you drink this much." He said in a more serious tone and clasped his hands, looking at me with more intent.

I didn't reply. There was no point in replying. He already knew the fact. He knew me more than anyone.

He shook his head a bit and stood up. He walked towards me and sat on the sofa nearest to me. He placed a hand on mine.

He spoke again.

"Come on guy" He gave my hand a gentle nudge. "Nadia is not worth it. She's not worth this pain. I thought you have gotten over her. You..."

"It's been a year Sebastian. You don't expect me to get over her that easily. I was addicted to her. She was my life. Her reappearance is like a bad dream, a nightmare." I said with pain as my voice almost broke. I tried hard to control my emotions. I wasn't going to let Nadia get to me. I wasn't going to let her reopen my wounds.

Sebastian said nothing and only tapped my hands again. I watched him as he drained the last drop of the drink in his cup with vigor.

He called on one of his workers in the penthouse and ordered him to clear the bottles of whiskey on my stool. The man did as he was instructed and left with a bow. I didn't protest when Sebastian cleared the bottles. Though I wanted to drink to stupor and drown myself in alcohol, Sebastian would have none of it.

"I can't handle your crazy display of attitude when you get drunk. I dread your drunken states. You are always uncontrollable and you know it." He bluntly told me.

I glared at him and raised my eyebrows in an I-don't-care manner.

I checked my wristwatch and it was already few minutes to 11pm. I picked up my phone and realized that I had missed five calls from my paternal grandmother.

"She must have been expecting me." I thought.

My thoughts began to wander to Nadia again. It had been a year since we last saw each other. I had blocked her on every of my social media account. I had blacklisted her phone number too so there was no way we could communicate.

Since Nadia was a very famous and talented actress, she appeared on almost every TV show and she got a lot of contracts to feature in movies.

No matter how much or how hard I tried to forget about her, I couldn't. I just couldn't. I seemed to see her face everywhere. I see her on billboards, posts of brands endorsing her on social media and her name seemed to always be a topic of discussion among her fans.

It took me a great deal of effort to be strong and focus on my family's company.

"I am sorry Kev. I did what I did to build a name for myself. I hope that when I come back to Los Angeles, your heart would have softened and we can still get back together."

Those were her last words to me before she left the city for London.

I felt a jab of pain in my heart as I remembered those words.

"Hey man, would you like to sleepover?" Sebastian's voice sounded from the door. He was no more in his snazzy white shirt and denim trousers. He had changed to his pyjamas.

"Nah" I said, standing up. I picked my car key and phones.

I touched him on his left shoulder. "I am sorry Sebastian. I have to get to Granny's place tonight. I promised to pay her a visit today. She must have been worried that I am yet to come."

Sebastian nodded in understanding and flopped himself on a sofa. He picked up a remote control and switched the television on.

"I understand man. You had better leave now or else, your phone will be filled with calls and messages." He said a laughed with mirth.

I showed him the missed calls. "Say no more " I said and we laughed again.

"Send my greetings to Granny. Tell her that I will pay a visit to her one of these days. I have been very busy with work."

"Sure, see ya buddy." I said with a grin and proceeded to walk out of the room.

"Make sure you drive safely. Do give me a call when you get to Granny's place." His voice sounded as I closed the door.

I struggled to stay sober as I drove past the quiet streets of Los Angeles that night. I was quite tipsy before I left Sebastian's place.

I hadn't driven for long when my headlights spotted a lady standing by the road.

I wondered why a lady was standing alone at that time of the night.

"Her loss" I muttered to myself and drove past her. Suddenly, I heard a loud thud on my car trunk.

Alarmed, I stopped the car and looked through the rearview mirror to check what was wrong.

There, I saw the lady standing daringly at the back of the car looking all angry.

"What is she? A ghost?" I thought to myself.

I needed no one to tell me what happened. I immediately knew that she must have hurled a stone at the car.

"Shit!" I cursed and alighted from the car.

Upset and dazed, I rushed to check the car trunk and was instantly relieved to see no scratch on it. That was my favorite car, my baby.

In anger, I accosted the lady.

"Are you in your right mind Miss?" I demanded with a scowl as I clenched my fist in anger.

I scoffed as I watched her check me out. I wasn't surprised. I was used to being admired by ladies.

"Is she some sort of crazy fan?" I thought.

I saw her facial expression changed to a fierce one. She leaned on one of her legs and smirked.

"You started this dude." She accused. "First, it was your full headlights pointed to my face, almost blinding me. Second, you almost hit me and you didn't care to stop and apologize."

For a second, I was taken aback by her outburst. She sounded so blunt. I couldn't recollect hitting her or pointing my headlights at her. I wondered why she was being so aggressive.

I looked at her and scoffed. "I didn't hit you, did I?" I replied in annoyance. Was she playing some sort of mind games with me?

I heard no reply from her.

"Hey" I scowled and pointed to the car. "You scratched my car you wretched witch! Do you have any idea of the car's worth?" I said in a bid to show off my wealth.

I became more gobsmacked at her outburst. She sounded pained by my comment and I felt guilty for a bit.

"Look here Mr arrogant, who do you think you are?

Why should I care about your car's worth? Is it better than my life?"

Trying to cover up my guilty expression, I laughed in a cold tone.

"Really?" I said and laughed again. "You really don't wanna know who I am. Now let me give you a warning. I will let this pass. Pray that our paths doesn't cross in the future." I warned.

"And what if they do?" I heard her say. "You are just a proud fool." She said with a malicious smile. Before I could realize what was happening, she picked another stone and threw it at my car again.

She struck out her tongue in jest of me and ran away. She disappeared into the darkness before I could react.

I couldn't believe what I just witnessed.

"Ugh! She is so crazy." I said and shook my head.

I sighed in relief when I didn't see a scratch on my car. I entered my car and drove off, completely pissed off.

Kevin's POV

The balcony was a magnificent display of grandeur. The girandole added luster to the interior sets of the balcony. Faint led lights of red and green twinkled from every corner. The floor tiles were made with crystalline limestones and the metallic banisters shone from the reflection of the lit candlesticks. It was past 6pm, the perfect time to have some quiet moments to myself.

The day had been very busy for me. From evaluating documents to signing them and to attending the shareholders' meeting in the company. I decided to go straight to my parents' home after work.

Granny had come visiting my parents. I always looked forward to seeing her.

I got home that afternoon and met her sleeping. I left her alone to enjoy her sleep. Since no other person was at home except the domestic workers, I got bored and headed to the balcony after dinner.

The balcony used to be my favourite place in the manor before I got my own apartment and moved out of my family home. The fresh air, the nicely trimmed and scented flowers, the beautiful ornaments and the serenity of the balcony were the definition of peace for me. They gave me my desired tranquility.

Before I moved out, I spent most of my evenings in the balcony. It was my routine. At times, I would go there for relaxation. Most times, I would spend hours working into the night with my laptop.

As the CEO of a big company, I got busy most of the times . Since I loved work, it was all that mattered to me. I hated not getting things done. I hated imperfect works and I ensured that workers didn't slack in diligence.

I made myself more comfortable on the white, divan sofa. It was naturally tailored and made with expensive fibers of cotton and silk. I held the only throw pillow on the divan sofa to myself and it was still as comfy as ever.

I reached out for the champagne glass and took a long sip. I nodded in satisfaction as I dropped the glass. I loved the aftertaste it gave me. I poured myself another drink and drank it with relish.

"This is so good" I said with a mirthful smile.

I turned on my headset and closed my eyes as I slowly nodded to the beautiful rhythm of the music.

I felt a tinge of revving emotions as I vibed with the lyrics. I got lost in my emotions and subconsciously, my mind went back to the lady I met that night.

It was two weeks since that crazy encounter with her. I wondered about her whereabouts and if she was safe. The fact that I left her alone in the street didn't sit well with me. I felt a pang of guilt again in my heart. I might dislike ladies but not to the extent of putting one in the harm's way.

"Damn! Why am I thinking about her again?" I blurted out, annoyed with myself.

"Those ladies are not worth it." I tried to convince myself.

I was more angry with myself at the fact that thoughts of her randomly crept into my head ever since that night.

I felt some kind of undefined connection towards her. Her soulful voice, her daring and fierce expression and her crazy display of attitude amused me. I disliked the fact that I had to admit that she was pretty. Even in her angry state, I was drawn to her gorgeous face. There was something about those hazel eyes of hers that I really could not fathom. There was a glint of sadness in them. Low-key, I wished that I could meet her again.

I mentally slapped myself.

"Geez man! What on earth is wrong with you? Why are you thinking about some crazy girl?" I scolded myself and drank again.

I adjusted my headset and continued to sing.

The sound of a loud clap of hands brought me back to reality.

"Oh wow! Look who we have here." I heard a voice behind me. I needed no one to tell me that it was Kimberly.

I opened my eyes and there she stood, ever-gorgeous and elegantly dressed. I paused the music and stood up, facing her.

My eyes glinted with admiration for the young lady. I smiled as I took a mental note of her outfit. As usual, she was dressed in purple. Her love for purple right from her childhood days was so obvious. She had her closet filled with purple items ranging from wigs to shoes, to clothes, to jewelry and other fashion accessories.

Her room was aesthetically painted in purple. Her room was decorated with different shades of purple and lilac.

I have never seen anyone so obsessed with the colour purple like Kimberly White. Everyone knew her as Purple. The nickname had stuck to her since her childhood days.

I reached out for the light switch and turned it on. Full lights brightened the half-dark balcony.

She was wearing a short-sleeved purple dress and a pair of brown platform shoes. Her silver necklace shone under the bright lights. Her purple locket was attached to her necklace. I could not miss the view of her beautifully, manicured nails painted in amethyst. It was clearly obvious that she had just returned from an outing.

She looked ravishing as usual. She is Kimberly White, the only girl child and the last child of my family. Purple is the most adored person in the family.

Purple is one of the prettiest ladies I have ever seen.

"Brother!" Kimberly squealed like a cute puppy and ran into my arms.

I grinned as I patted her lavender-perfumed, long, wavy hair. Kimberly was sixteen and she was always acting like a baby. I loved her that way. She was so good natured and lively.

"Bunny" I called her with fondness. I heard her chuckle with excitement. She had always been that way with Shawn and I.

She disengaged from the hug and we sat on the divan sofa. She twined her small fingers into my big, firm hands and pouted, looking into my eyes with those big, bright eyes of hers. I needed no one to tell me that she was going to make an 'unrealistic' demand.

I chuckled as I patted her hair again. "What is it Purple?"

"I missed you." Came her tiny voice.

"I know"

"I really missed you Kevin"

"I know"

"When did you come home?" She asked, still pouting.

"This afternoon. You were out then. Mum and Dad weren't home either."

"Oh"

Oh"

"When will you go back to your house?"

"Tomorrow"

"Oops!" She sounded with disappointment.

"Yeah"

"Can I ask you a question?"

"No, please no" I quicky interjected, knowing where she was headed.

"Please" She pouted and blinked her eyes, trying to convince me. I quicky averted my gaze from hers. I wasn't going to let myself fall for her request.

"Brother"

"Sister"

"I know you love me."

"I know right?"

She held onto my hands more tightly as she spelt out her words.

"Kev, ever since you left, the manor has been boring. First, it was Shawn and now, you. I am tired of staying here. There is no one to talk to. The workers are always busy. I miss those nights when we played chess and laugh over bottles of drinks and plates of chips. Now brother, can I come and stay with you?"

I laughed and replied her, looking into her eyes.

"This is your 10th time of saying this. My answer still remains no. A capital No." I told her blankly.

I saw a twitch of sadness in her eyes and felt bad. I hugged her a gave her an affectionate nudge on the forehead.

"Living in my house is not the problem Purple. The problem is, can you cope with the real boredom? I am always busy at work. There are nights when I don't come home. I practically live in my office. Except for a few domestic workers, you won't have anyone to talk to.

You have a lot of friends at school. You can always go to their houses and they can come to yours. That aside, mum and dad will never let go of you. It won't be that easy since Shawn and I left the house. They need to have you by their side." I gently told her.

She sadly looked down and sighed. "I guess I have to keep up with my boring life. I have just two years left in college. I'll tell Mum and dad to fly me out of the country for my university education."

"Come on Purple, Shawn will come home in few days' time. We spoke over the phone last night. He'll be staying at the manor. That means you will get to enjoy his company" I informed her.

Her expression changed and I saw her face lit up with excitement.

"For real?" She asked. "Shawn will finally come back home?" She hugged herself in ectasy and shouted with glee. She stood up and danced.

I quietly watched her as she made her dance moves. "What a hassle!" I muttered.

I felt my body weak due to stress at work. "I guess I need to workout more and get more rest" I said in a soliloquy.

I stretched my body and yawned.

"I had a very busy day Purple. Let me say hi to Granny before I go to bed.

"She went out with Mum not quite long. She said she wanted to get some fresh air."

"Oh" I nodded and rubbed my neck with my hands and stretched my arms. I picked my ipad. "And dad?"

"He has gone to bed"

"Oh...okay. Goodnight Purple. We will play chess tomorrow huh?"

Purple smiled brightly as she placed her hands behind her back. We left the balcony and entered the elevator leading to the main house. I felt a little nudge on my shirt.

I turned to face her.

"What's it sweetheart?"

I saw her hesitate a bit and was reluctant to open up. I smiled and patted her hair.

"Come on Purple, do you want to tell me something?" I coaxed her.

"She's back brother." She opened up, looking pissed off and sad.

"Who?" I was thrown into confusion. "Granny?"

She slowly shook her head. "Nadia" She whispered.

I gave a little smile and nodded. "It's fine Purple. I know."

She hugged me tight and whispered. "That lady had really hurt you and caused you pain. If she ever comes back to you, don't accept her. I don't like her anymore. Kevin, get yourself a very beautiful girlfriend that's way prettier than Nadia to show her that you are doing fine without her."

I became amused by her words but at the same time, I was taken aback by how much she cared.

"You are such a sweetheart." I whispered to her while she chuckled.

"It's okay bunny. Nadia won't come back to me and even if she does, I won't accept her. We are done and we can no longer be together. Okay?" I peered into her eyes, fondling her hair.

"Okay" She said with enthusiasm and gave me a thumbs up.

"Goodnight brother" She waved and skipped off the elevator to her quarters. I smiled as I watched her retreating figure.

My phone beeped, notifying me of a new message. I unlocked it, wondering what was it. I froze in horror as I read the words typed in bloody, red fonts. "Watch your back Mr CEO, I'm coming for your family."