Saturday, August 28, 2010

To Carry On


For far so long, I’ve lost my way.
I thought that pain, was here to stay.
But thinking back, I’ve walked so far.
To where I’ll go, I’ll touch the star.

And just when I was giving in,
I turned to look, at all my sins.
From them I’ve learned, the basic skill.
To carry on and wake my will.

I’ve learned to dream, to wish, believe,
And I will go, thought I’m deceived.
To carry on I must keep hold,
For someday soon, my dreams be told.

Rainstorm



Sitting in my room, I hear the raindrops falling.
All my thoughts consumed, I couldn’t help I’m dreaming.
Each little droplets, fall to the ground,
My heart in pain, it beats to the sound.
Where ever I go, rainfall will come,
Tune of the night, it soundly hums.

Watching as the rain, echoes against my window.
My thoughts contained, each little drop sets my soft heart aglow.
Where will I go now, where will I stay?
All of visions, gone far astray,
Rainstorms in sober, drown all my fears.
No longer victim, rainfall I hear.

East of Eden



I don’t dare to dream of heaven,
Nor descend the clouds by seven.
But I keep dreaming ardently,
That soon I’ll reach serenity.

I dare not seek of Eden’s place,
When somewhere else is in my pace.
Perhaps to the loving east sea,
Or a place where I am free.

I could go east of Eden,
A place that shows no burden.
It’s also somewhere near,
The palace of my tears.

Between Eden and the sky,
A bit east of Eden’s high,
The haven proves itself a home,
East of Eden here I come.

Faith Writes the Life of Lies



Life is no solution, a total waste of time
We spend out days in agony still looking for a rhyme
Life is like a story, so blank yet full of lies
Life is all by fate, the one who never cries

A genius of ambition, no love but full of hate
The lonely drama prodigy, none other than supreme fate
Faith writes the life of lies, the story like a graph
The life of abstract torture, is just its second laugh

The writer writes with feelings, no plans and no divisions
The story bleeds the heart, the blood in one’s own visions
Faith writes the life of lies, the pieces are but blind
With no control and not a comment, fate grasps up with its bind

The tears and suffering we face, is faith’s own brand of humor
The happiness and delicate smile, none other than a rumor
Faith writes the life of lies our pain fuels it as food
The writer gives events, which happens without moods

The desperate human desire, its own free will soars high
The innocent life of dreams, can reach a top the sky
Though faith a heartless writer, no thought of human mind
The victim trapped by faith, has longed to break the bind

You Don't Know


In your eyes
I am a child
Lose and unpredictable

In your eyes
I am a pillar
Useless and annoying

In your eyes
I am nobody
Forgotten and invisible

But you don't know
What the world can't see
All behind my eyes
What is lost in me

But you don't know
That I am a rose
The layer you see
Isn't really me

But you don't know
That I am a dreamer
Do almost anything
To realize my dreams

But you don't know
That I am a poet
A watchful spectator
A writer of life

You don't know me at all
So why are you judging
Only an icy façade
And the mask I'm behind

So why are you judging
The layer you can see
When that layer is not
What is really me

Winter Orchid



Frozen to ice, cold and lonely in the night,
By time it grows, the fears deep and out of sight.
Lonely and waiting, hope’s promise fades away.
Cold winter nights, it’s like warmth is not to stay.
Flower on the wall, blooming on with time.
Watching life go by, yet its freedom is a crime.
It watches spring come ‘round, petals growing old.
But stopped in time it was, forever winter’s hold.
Petals cold and leaves are frozen, orchid grows with tears.
Finding freedom is such a strive, when orchid choked with fear.
Held back from dreams the flower quivered.
Though its beauty eternal its soul had withered.
Seasons go by and its sorrows are none but hid.
Frozen in summer lonely and cold, forever a winter orchid.

Hurt Me then Leave Me


You’d always raid my mind
Never break through but you always hold my heart, up tight
You’d leave without a word
Without a warning you gave my fragile heart, a fright

When you make mistakes you would always come to me
Even in my dreams I would always see you there, might be
I was in love with you without doubt I say
You were the one for me and I thought that you would stay

But then break my heart
Gave me you lies and you let my heart wind up, it cries
And then you walked away
You trampled my hopes and you made me drown in all, your lies

Can’t you see that I’m, just a simple girl
Why’d you walk away, your excuse that life unfurls
So you break my heart and you hurt me so
Then you walk away and you left my love to go

At first you stole my heart
I let you suck it dry but my fragment heart still needs, retrieve
At last you’d walk away
It took a moment but you hurt me just too much, then leave

Luxe - 31 - Paining So Badly



[Tavia’s Point of View]

The irreplaceable on her face was a sight I thought I’d never see again. Just moments ago I was wondering whether I’ll be able to keep a hold of our fading friendship, but now I find myself sorting through names and helping her with wedding invitations. Everything came so quickly, but I can say it’s for best.

“Tavia, Ray’s waiting for you to go try out your outfits with him,” Nancy suddenly interrupted as I filled out two more names. “He’s getting impatient,” she teased.

I looked up, smiling. First I saw the sight of the smiling bride, and when I turned I really did see my childish, impatient boyfriend with his hands crossed and a grin on his face. It’s been a while since we all just forgot about work and did something fun together. This sudden surprise was much more than what I asked for, and I am thankful.

“Tavia hurry up. I’ve been fighting with Ron over a tie for ages now. He thinks this looks better on him than me,” Raymond laughed. He then held up a long black tie and widened his grin.

“He’s right, it looks better on him. Ron’s outfit matches it more. You need a red tie Raymond,” I laughed as I replied. Ron immediately took the tie out of Raymond’s hand.

I don’t know if it was just me, but Ron seemed different today. Brighter than every other days before, and he wore a smile that was so natural and thrilling it was contagious. I guess a wedding does change a person. He seemed so much more relaxed and loose around Nancy, and now in front of Raymond and I. Watching him joke with us, it almost made me feel honored that Mr. Ron Ng was willing to take off his mask for us.

“Hey, your soon-to-be wife even agrees with me now give me the tie.”

“Nancy, when is the baby due?” I asked her as she straightened out a set of envelopes.

“In about two months. I think it’s a hassle he’s making me marry him a month after I give birth, I mean I’m still going to be this big when I walk down the aisle.” She smiled.

“I can’t wait any longer; waiting is very boring and sad. Also, we get to take the baby down the aisle!” Ron smiled.

I should be overjoyed right now, but a part of me was holding me back from feeling the entirety of that feeling. It was guilt. Because of my ongoing plans, I had asked Kenneth to do something for me that I ended up regretting the minute after it was done. Kenneth did everything, exactly as I had asked. Now, I feel scared.
Why was I scared though while planning my best friend’s wedding? I was scared because I was the person who thought I was so smart to play mind tricks with other people. I was the one who asked Kenneth to get the shares from Bernice, and was the one who told Kenneth to suggest a plan to Bernice involving Ron’s sympathetic side. And I was the one who requested Kenneth to inform Damian of Bernice’s new control over the shares.
If everything adds up right, I might’ve just tricked Bernice Liu into digging her own grave. She wasn’t someone important to me, but somehow I felt guilty doing every bit of it. If Bernice ended up getting hurt all because I thought I was so smart, I don’t know what would happen next. I ended up regretting everything, but there was no way going back. Kenneth knew as well as I did that something bad was going to happen after we gave the ideas to Bernice and Damian, and that was the reason he left Hong Kong. He didn’t want to witness all of it. But where could I go?

“What are you thinking about?” Nancy suddenly asked, interrupting my guilty conscience.

I looked up, a bit surprised. “Nothing, just a bit worried over a few things.”

“Like what?”

“It’s nothing, let’s get back to work. Here, I finished these sets of cards.” As I lied to her, I knew it was unnecessary. She knew I was lying, and instead of pushing me further for the truth, she simply nodded at my fake smile and went back to the pink envelopes.

“Hey, we have to clean up; someone found a file at Ron’s office archive that is related to AVC.” Raymond’s voice informed us clearly.

As I quickly gathered all the cards and envelopes into a box and gave it to the receptionist, Nancy’s arm suddenly gripped my shoulder gently and held me back. I turned around to see her smile beginning to fade.

“Can I talk to you quickly before we leave? Alone?” She asked.

I nodded.

“Ron and I will go get the cars,” Raymond announced as he and Ron left the store with Raymond leading. Nancy waited until they left and then she finally turned back to me.

“What did you need to talk about?” I asked her with an awkward tone and smile.

She hesitated for a moment, but then it came out. “I know what you’re planning, and I know what you’re trying to do. Tavia, how could you set up such a pitfall for someone?”

Everything froze immediately. How did she know? I admit it, I admit that I was the one who secretly took the shares from Bernice and lured Damian into dealing with her while using Kenneth as my scapegoat and by doing so I could have possibly even pushed Bernice into digging her own grave, but I never thought about how I’d regret it. How could I regret it? Bernice is nothing to me. But now that I began to think and to regret my decision with my ongoing plan, Nancy suddenly knew about it. How did she know though? How could Nancy have possibly figured it out? I never said anything to her.

She sighed. “Kenneth told me, right before he left.”

~*~

[Ron’s Point of View]

Heading outside, I couldn’t help but notice this odd feeling that had been following around the entire day. The only plans for today were between Nancy and me, planning our wedding. But yet I have such a bad feeling, that something will go horribly wrong. I’m just hoping that my silly brain is thinking too much again.
My car was parked across the street, and all I had to do was get it and drive up to pick up Nancy, but then she stopped me. As I was about to open my door, Bernice’s hand held me back. I looked up and saw her expression, dead serious. She looked thinner, and stressed as if she had done a lot of thinking, perhaps too much. Her lips trembled before she spoke, and I could feel her hand shake slightly. This was the most serious expression Bernice had given me in years.

“Ron, I can’t stand it anymore.”

“Bernice, I…I’m sorry but…”

“Stop,” she commanded. “I don’t want to listen to you anymore. The past couple of days, I’ve tried so hard to forget about you, but I just can’t. I don’t understand why but you’ve left such a large imprint on me and I can’t erase it. Ron, I need you, and I can’t stand seeing you with her. In this relationship, she is the third person, we were engaged and she ruined everything.”

“Bernice please stop,” I sighed. “I never meant to hurt you, and I don’t want to hurt you any further, but Nancy is my life.”

She only nodded and backed off slightly, her grip still on me. “So if Nancy isn’t here, you and I would be together?”

“I’m not saying that. Being with you, I admit I do feel happy and fulfilled, but it’s not the same feeling as love for me. I treat you more as a very close friend or a little sister. But Nancy, if anything was to happen to her I don’t know what I’d do.”

“But what’s the difference between Nancy and me? I don’t understand, you care about her and you care about me. We’re both the same if not for the baby in her stomach.”

“It’s not because of the baby that I turned back to Nancy. It’s because I love her. To be frank, while working if I don’t see you for a day I feel alright, and if I see you work too hard I’ll just remind you to get some rest. But for Nancy, if I don’t see her or get to talk to her for an hour I feel like something is missing, I feel worried that she could get into trouble. If I see her work too hard I start to worry that she might get tired, it’s so different between you and her.”

I could see the tears fill up her eyes as she looked up at me. “So you’re saying you never loved me?” Her voice sounded so sullen and depressing, but the truth is harsh.

I merely nodded with nothing else to say, worrying I’ll only end up hurting her more.

“But I love you so much Ron,” she spoke.

Suddenly, she wrapped her arms tightly around me and pulled herself into me. She did it so fast and her grip was so tight I had no time to push away. Like lighting I felt her lips placed on mine as she lingered there for so long. She was so fast, and I couldn’t think of what else to do. Her kiss was surprising, but what was more surprising was the fact that I haven’t pushed her off yet. I don’t love Bernice, but I can’t bear to hurt her any further.

~*~

[Nancy’s Point of View]

I shook my head as I left her view. I don’t know what exactly has happened to her all this time, but Tavia is so different from how I remembered. She was willing to sacrifice an innocent just so she can climb to the top. She wasn’t like how she used to be, and sadly, none of us are.
Unable to help but look back, I only saw her blank stare as she watched me leave. Once the glass door of the wedding shop closed between us, I forced a smile to appear on my face. Looking around for Ron, I was surprised when his car wasn’t near. I looked further, and there the car was, on the other side of the street. Along with the car, so were Ron, and Bernice.
My step lingered, and I didn’t know which move I wanted to make. My heart ached and my chest tightened as I watched Bernice and Ron, kissing. It was a brief kiss, quick as lightning, but I couldn’t help the jealousy arousing inside me. I took a step, but then I stopped midway.
I have already though this through, and now gripping the engagement ring in my hand only made me stand firmer on my decision. I’ve already been hurt by him, so being hurt again won’t pain as much. If Bernice wants Ron, she can have him. If Ron loves Bernice, I’d rather let him go to her than create any more trouble between us.
Step after step I walked towards them, my eyes on Ron. He looked up and noticed me as a surprised yet sullen expression came to his face. I felt the tears gathering in my eye as I walked closer to him, and her. She turned around and faced me, then she took slow steps towards me, seeming like she wanted to say something. Ron held her back, but she resisted. I guess this will have to come sooner or later.

“If you want Ron you can have him,” I mumbled but I doubt she heard me. By saying that, it doesn’t mean I love him any less. I feel torn apart to see him leave me again, but I’d rather only one person get hurt than two.

As Bernice came closer, she stopped for a short second in front of me. It wasn’t until now that we were in the middle of the street with cars waiting to pass. I stopped to listen, but instead of hearing Bernice’s voice, I only heard the rumble of a car engine. Something in me acted automatically, and I gripped Bernice’s arms pulling her to the side with all the strength I had. I turned around and all I saw were bright white headlights.
The next thing I knew was pain, just lots and lots of pain. It hurts so bad but I don’t know what was hurting. All I could see was darkness, not even a speck of light.

~*~

[Ron’s Point of View]

Flash and everything happened at once. Time stood still for me as I watched her fall to the ground. Immediately I felt the pain that struck me hard, and as fast as I could I rushed over to her. I got to the ground and held her limp body up as I pulled her closer to me.

“Nancy,” I kept calling her name. “Nancy open your eyes,” I pleaded, but no reaction.

I held her hand and I could still feel her pulse and breath. I just wish she would open her eyes, look at me, and tell me she’s alright. I picked her up and searched the crowd. Raymond ran over to help, and so did Tavia.

“Call the ambulance,” Raymond spoke as Tavia had already dialed the numbers.

“Nancy hang in there,” I pleaded by her ear, hoping she heard me.

“Ron what happened?” Tavia asked.

“I…I…” I couldn’t answer her. “I don’t know. She must’ve saw Bernice kissing me and rush over to us and then this…”

Tavia turned from me and she held up Nancy’s arm, her tears rushing and falling from her eyes. I saw her mouth tremble and she was saying something to Nancy but I couldn’t hear. I held Nancy’s body close, and slowly I could feel her getting cold. My heart raced constantly as the ambulance finally arrived. I still stayed close to her, and I couldn’t hold my tears back as I watched her struggle to merely breathe. She was the one in pain, and yet I pained when I look at her this way. It was my entire fault.

~*~

[Bernice’s Point of View]

Hours have passed, and I felt like someone had pressed the fast forward button on my life. As I sat here on the cold waiting seat, I kept trying to think but no thoughts could process straight. Looking up, I saw Tavia dropped to the ground, her head in her hands as she hid in Raymond’s arms, crying. I turned to my right, and sitting closest to the operating room was Ron. His head was down, but I could still see the tears fall from his eyes. Could Nancy be really worth so much to him?
I loved Ron so much, but through all the times we’ve been together, I’ve never seen him display emotions as real as what he showed me now. I’ve never seen him cry for me, and worst I’ve never seen him smile to me like the way he does to her. Is she really so important to him? It can’t be. No, I can’t be. I can’t be the third person in their relationship, Ron was mine. He had proposed to me first and if so many things had never happened we would’ve been happily married by now.

The doors opened, and out came a lady dressed in all white.

“Nurse, is my wife okay?” Ron asked quickly, the hope waiting in his eyes.

The nurse seemed to be in a hurry as she shook her head. “I’m sorry, both mother and baby are in great danger right now and we can’t talk much. We’ll do our best,” she comforted him quickly and then ran towards the end of the hall.

Ron fell back down onto his chair, his hands digging into his hair in frustration. I sat there, almost invisible and watched as Raymond and Tavia walked up to Ron, comforting him and also themselves. Right now, I too have to hope that nothing happens to her. In reality, she did just save my life, and if she hadn’t pulled me out of the way, I would be the person lying in there, not Nancy. Do I really owe her so much?

“Please be alright,” I mumbled to myself.

Luxe - 30 - Hidden in the Dark



[Bernice’s Point of View]

I stood there quietly, awaiting his answer. Somehow I felt like there was someone else in this matter, someone who just wouldn’t reveal themselves. I couldn’t figure out who, everyone I would consider already has a very suitable explanation as to where they are at. I kept waiting and waiting until the unpredictable Mr. Kenneth Ma began chuckling as if my request for an explanation was a silly remark.

“Even if there was someone paying me to do so, what makes you think I’d tell you?”

“I was just taking a chance. It would be nice to know who the real party is requesting me to do all this stuff.” I shrugged. “We’re done with that. What about my end of the bargain? How do suppose Ron’s heart will return to me? And why would you of all people be trying to break Ron and Nancy up? I thought you guys were friends.” I asked with a little smirk at my lips.

He turned away from me, shoving his hands in his pockets as he clipped the envelope with his arm. I couldn’t see his expression, but I heard a longing sigh come from him. “To be honest with you, I don’t trust Ron Ng one bit. It was hard for me taking the gamble that he won’t break Nancy’s heart again, but judging from his past heartbreak records, I don’t think they’ll last long. I’d rather have Ron leave Nancy quickly so that she won’t break down too hard when he really does change, again.”

“So in the end, you still want Nancy, and you don’t trust Ron?”

“Of course, but I only want Nancy to be happy, and having Ron by her side is just too much of a gamble. Sure Nancy is pregnant with his child, but when has Ron ever been responsible? I’ve asked several investigators to check up on Ron, and in his younger days who knows how many girls he got pregnant.”

“You don’t know Ron at all,” I interfered. “He’s a lot different now.”

“So do you want him back or not?”

“I do, I want him back even if I have to give up everything I have.” I replied immediately.

He turned back to face me. The look behind his eyes gave me a confused and doubtful feeling, but my need for Ron surpassed any doubt I had. I stood there and continued listening to a man I’ve just only met all because of a couple people’s reach for desire.

“Ron has a sympathetic side to him, seeing you get hurt he’ll be bound to doubt his decision to stay with Nancy. Then he’ll come closer to you again, and eventually, knowing our indecisive playboy here, he’ll leave Nancy and come back to you.”

“Seeing me get hurt,” I mumbled. “What makes you seem so sure?”

“I just know from a very reliable source,” he shrugged with a rigid grin on his face. “It’s your decision what you do next. I already have what I wanted.”

“Tell me more,” I spoke, tugging on his arm and pulling him back before he left. “I need to know, please.” I struggled to let the last word leave my breath, but finally it swept out at the thought of having the man I love come back to me.

“I don’t know,” he began with a sigh. “Get hurt in front of him? Become so weak that it becomes heart-wrenching for him to watch?”

~*~

[Kenneth’s Point of View]

I placed my foot sharply on the brakes as my car jolted to a complete stop. Sitting on the side of the road and watching as millions passed me by, I searched for my phone. Pulling it out, I finally began to wonder if what I’m doing will work in the end. Funny, I’ve never doubted myself before, and of all times I start now.

“Hello,” I spoke after dialing in the unforgettable number engraved in my mind.

“Hello,” a mellow voice answered. “Did you do what I asked?”

“Yes, all done. I slipped the paper works under your door at your apartment. What’s the next step?”

“This is the last thing I’ll ask you to do for me. Call Damian and tell him that Bernice has the majority of the shares and that he should work his way into taking it from her.”

“Why should I tell him that though? Bernice doesn’t have any of the shares now.”

“That’s the point,” the other line replied quickly. “Kenneth, please do this last thing.”

Without much hesitation, I agreed. “Alright, then I can finally leave for Taiwan and be assured that everything will work out?”

“Yes, I’m 100% sure that this will work. And besides, you’ll be able to keep track of everything even when you’re helping Mr. Wu out in Taiwan. I’ve got it all prepared for you, you can leave and come back whenever you want.”

“Alright then,” I sighed as I massaged my temples. “I’ll talk to you later.”

Just as I hung up this line, immediately I dialed another number. I don’t know why I was in such a rush when I had so much time left. Maybe because I wanted to get all of this over with, but yet my rush wouldn’t end these problems any sooner. The final outcome will be at the board meeting in a couple of days. Then maybe things will come to an end.

“Damian Lau,” I spoke.

“Ah, Mr. Ma, what can I do for you today?” He asked with a casual, carefree tone.

I don’t know if I will regret doing this or not, but to help out this was all I could ever do. With all the control I had, I tried to level down the doubt within me and forget about them for just a moment. After this call, even if I regretted my decision, I still wouldn’t be able to change it, and the outcome would be what she had wanted. I only wished that her desired outcome is what’s best.

“How would you like to easily take full control of AVC?” I asked him with a casual yet arrogant tone over the phone.

~*~

[Bernice’s Point of View]

As I left my car, I couldn’t deny the feeling growing within me. That feeling inside kept me grounded all over Ron. I long for him, I wish to see him, and I don’t mind that his heart belonged to someone else. Scary enough, I’m not myself any more when I’m around Ron or even when I think of him. I want to be with him, but the things I’ve done to make that happen has all turned out to be wrong.

“Ron, please be here,” I mumbled quietly to myself as I headed for the large water fountain.

It was late in the evening, and I’ve just about had enough of circling Hong Kong in a seemingly endless car ride. I walked towards the marble fountain, taking slow steps for I am fearful he may not come. I had called him over the phone earlier, but his tone to me was cold and uncaring. Did something change between us?

I stopped at the edge of the fountain, able to see my reflection in the water. Where was he?

“Bernice,” a deep and tired voice called out to me.

I turned around, hopeful.

He walked towards me slowly, his head low and his hands stuffed in his pockets. He was quiet, and so was I. Neither of us knew what to say.

“I’m glad you showed up,” I finally sighed.

“Bernice,” he began. “Don’t keep doing this. Don’t keep hurting yourself like this, I know that I’ve hurt you a lot, but make this the last of it. I, I can’t be with you.”

“What are you saying? Please tell me you’re only with Nancy because of the baby, and because you just want to take responsibility,” I begged.

He was quiet and avoided my eyes.

“Ron,” I spoke, reaching for him.

He moved back slightly. Without realizing it, his minor movement had just mentally slapped me in the face. He was moving away from me. From his pocket I saw him pull out something, a small, navy blue velvet box. My heart stopped beating, scared.

“I didn’t choose Nancy because she carried my child. I chose her because she is the person I truly love, and I plan on marrying her as soon as possible so I can amend for all the times I’ve torn her apart in the past.” His voice was low, but it was loud enough for me to hear and loud enough to rip me apart. My eyes filled with tears as I stared at the diamond ring inside his palm.

“Please don’t do this,” I begged in a whisper.

“I’m sorry Bernice. I’m sorry for everything.”

Looking at Ron behind the tears that filled my eyes, I couldn’t explain what was happening. Inside me there was this pain that pained me so badly. And inside my mind, all I felt was a vast emptiness. Inside it I also saw Nancy. If Nancy never showed up in his life, he surely would’ve chosen me instead. If Nancy never returned, Ron and I would still be perfectly happy with our lives. Every thought I had from that moment on was a simple wish to rewind time, and for Nancy never to show up in his life. If Nancy wasn’t here, Ron would be with me.

~*~

I sat there for such a long time. Ron had already left awhile ago, but I’m still sitting here, crying. My head was in my hands as I tried to come up with an explanation why everything turned out like this. I came up with many answers, but none I could accept. It just hurt so badly to see him walk away.

“Miss Liu,” someone suddenly called my name.

Wiping the tears from the face, I looked up to the voice. I was caught by surprise when I saw him standing there. “Damian Lau,” I greeted. “What do you want?”

He must’ve noticed my tears for he immediately apologized. “I’m sorry. This must be a very bad time.”

Whatever it was he was going to say, it couldn’t be worse than what I just went through. “Just say it,” I told him.

He thought for a moment, and then his sly smile suddenly widened his face. “I would like to buy you entire share of AVC from you.”

I straightened myself. Damian doesn’t know that I no longer hold any part of AVC.

“If you are willing to sell it to me, I will not only pay you a fine price, but I will also do you a small favor,” he offered.

I wanted to see what he would do, so I stopped myself from telling him I don’t have the shares. “What kind of favor?” I asked.

“I understand that you and Mr. Ng have been having some…difficulties. I can solve them all for you.” He replied in a calm and understanding tone.

It drove my curiosity to wonder what would happen, so I decided to press onward. “How are you going to take away my difficulties?”

“I have my ways. But you have to agree to me that you will give me the shares after I have done you the favor.” He spoke, handing me a small stack of paper. “Sign there please.”

I gave him a small smile through my tears. “You actually got a lawyer to work this out?”

“We’re in the business world Miss Liu, everything needs to be written down on paper, or else I might get cheated.”

“True,” I nodded as I signed the papers. “I’ll see if you can solve my problems for me. See you later Mr. Lau.”

~*~

[Nancy’s Point of View]

Standing there, I watched as he placed each folded piece of clothes into his suitcase. We didn’t speak, and we made no noise except for the soft swept of air as he tossed his shirts. I sat on the side of his bed, wondering why he had to leave. At a time like this, it’s the worse time to leave. Surely the explanation he gave me was only a lie, and it must be his own will of leaving, but why? He would never leave at a climax like this, would he?

“You’re so quiet today,” Kenneth spoke as he zipped his suitcase shut. “What’s wrong?”

I tried to pull a smile and sat up. “Why do you have to leave at such a bad time?”

He chuckled softly. “Your father needs an extra hand over in Taiwan. He originally wanted you to come, but, well you have other plans.” He replied.

Inside, I knew he was lying. Kenneth may be calm, but I could feel the shakiness in him. He was afraid of something. “When are you coming back?”

“Hopefully soon,” he turned to me and smiled as he answered. Slowly, Kenneth came towards me and pulled me gently into his arms. He hugged me tight, in a longing, fearful way. What was he so worried about? “Promise me you’ll stay out of trouble while I’m gone,” he spoke softly.

I nodded as I wrapped my arms around his waist. At times like these, Kenneth felt more like a brother to me than anything else.

~*~

Leaving Kenneth’s apartment, I was immediately followed by Ron’s surprise appearance to walk me home. Tonight, I was so quiet. I couldn’t find the words to say, nor did I want to say anything. I continued on beside him, holding hands, in his arms. I felt at peace, calm, and serene. As we walked, Ron too was quiet. When we suddenly stopped by a large water fountain I had never noticed before, he turned to me.

With a smile on his face he asked, “Why are you so quiet tonight?”

“I’m just trying to enjoy the silence,” I smiled.

He took my hands and looked me in the eye. I felt a sudden sense of thrill and anticipation running through me. He then smiled and got down on his knees, slowly.

“I’m sorry I’ve kept you waiting for so long. I’m never ever this serious in anything I’ve done before, and I’m terrified. But…” he smiled and waited for a moment. “Will you marry me?”

I was caught speechless. Overjoyed, all I wanted to do was screaming and jump up and down like a child. I haven’t been this happy in such a long, long time.

“Yes!” I replied, hooking my arms around his neck as he picked me up. The rest of the moment was filled with blurs of beautiful city lights that I’ve missed in all my life.

Luxe - 29 - Soft and Gentle



[Nancy’s Point of View]

Ron’s arms were around my waist as the elevator lifted us upwards. I stood waiting and watching at the dial as it slowly increased one floor at a time. When the elevator dinged, the metal doors slid open and we finally stepped out. Ron still stayed close to me, so close to a point where his body completely blocked mine.

“You seem like you have a lot on your mind,” he suddenly spoke. “Didn’t you like your dinner with Tavia?”

I smiled. “Why wouldn’t I like it? I haven’t gotten to talk to her face to face for such a long time. Thank you for setting it up.”

He nodded and smiled, revealing the little dimples on each side of his cheeks to me. “Then you must be tired. How about we stay home and relax for tonight?” He asked as we headed down the hall. “We could decorate that empty room next to the baby’s.”

I nodded. “That room will be the study for you and your work.” I then sighed as he placed his strong arm around my shoulders. “Moving is so tiring, but yet so fun,” I smiled.

As we approached the door to our new apartment together, Ron and I stopped short when we saw a familiar man sitting on the floor beside our door. He looked up, surprised but happy we showed up. He suddenly jumped up off the floor and smiled once we locked eye contact.

“I’ve been waiting for you guys for hours!” Steven expressed as he patted his legs.

“What were you doing sitting beside our door?” Ron asked, laughing a bit.

“And how did you find out where we lived?” I added.

“Please, we all know Kenneth can’t keep a secret from me, even if his life depended on it,” he answered with a joking tone. “I actually came here because I really wanted to discuss something with you guys, something important about the whole family crisis and company battle going on here.” Steven spoke all in one breath.

Ron’s expression changed immediately along with mine when Steven mentioned it. “Let’s go in and talk,” Ron spoke as he dug for the keys from his pocket and opened the door.

I led Steven over to the couch as we all took a seat. Ron brought us quick drinks from the refrigerator and sat down. The expressions on all our faces spelled out something far from satisfactory. Ron and I sat waiting for Steven to speak. He caught his breath quickly and cleared his throat, beginning to inform us more about what we call the struggle between the Lams and the Yeungs.

“I don’t know if you two know about this, but all of a sudden Bernice Liu is making big moves in Raymond’s company,” Steven began speaking. “I heard that you and her had some,” he paused a moment to find a word describing the complications between us. “…some misunderstandings, but I think it might have caused her to go over the edge or something.”

“Steven what is she doing that’s so big?” Ron asked.

Steven seemed reluctant to say, but he spoke anyways. After all, that was the reason why he was here. “She somehow found out about the huge pit hole in my stocks bridge. No one knows about that but me and Kenneth, how did she find out? But she went to me one day, giving me all the money needed to patch it up nicely and permanently. I was in a desperate situation, so I took it. She then made me do her a favor I couldn’t refuse.”

“What was the favor?” I asked, anxious to know.

“She made me gather up all the loose shares of the company held by the older folks in the board. After I gathered them up, they totaled to 30% of AVC. Then she made me sell it to Damian Lau. Now he has 30% of AVC, matching Bernice’s 30% and only losing to Raymond’s 10%. This is getting really bad.”

The blood in Ron’s face drained completely, leaving him with a pale white complexion. He grabbed my hand and held it tightly as if fearing something. I could feel the thoughts going quickly through his mind as he tried to calculate what we should do, or even if we’ll do anything at all. Inside my mind, I wanted so much to go ask Tavia and Raymond about this, but staying with Ron now, his decision always proved to be best.

“What do you think she’s doing?” Steven asked. “What are you guys going to do? I want to help but the more I stay in this, the more people keep using my stock holes against me.”

“We’re not going to do anything,” Ron replied with great assurance.

“What?” Steven asked, surprised and confused at the same time.

“We’re not going to do anything. Everyone caught up in that circle is already calculating enough. If we put our hands in there we’ll just be messing with their pre-made plans and we’ll cause even more trouble. I fear that there’s more to this struggle than we can see,” he sighed, falling back into the cushion of the chair. His eyes were staring off, seeming to be looking at some place far, far away from here.

~*~

[Ron’s Point of View]

After Steven left, it was all silence between Nancy and I. I continued to rest on the couch, pretending to be asleep as I tried to solve the puzzle as to why Bernice was doing all of this. I wanted to know the real reason why because somewhere inside me I knew she wasn’t doing all of this just because I had caused her pain. I was sure there is something more to her side of the story. I just have to find out what it was.
Sitting there for a long time, I could feel Nancy’s presence next to me every second. I could feel her warmth as she sat quietly beside me, watching me with her worried eyes as she pretended to be reading an e-mail on her laptop. I stirred gently just to feel her warm hands on me as she worried even more. I opened my eyes, taking her hands and pulling her closer to me.

“You’re awake,” she smiled ever so gently as she stroked my cheek.

“Nancy, are you ok with just sitting on the sidelines and watching? I know Tavia is your friend and so is Raymond, but…”

“I’m alright,” she cut me off softly. “Staying with you for so long, I could tell that in business, your decisions are always best. It’s smart to listen to you, so I’ll do as you say.” She spoke with a smile so beautiful, it must’ve picked up my heart and taken it away.

She was always so gentle and tender to me. I couldn’t help but pull closer to her. I smiled, but just then I saw a quick grimace of pain in her face. “What’s wrong?” I asked her.

She smiled again and shook her head. “It’s just the baby kicking,” she answered.

I smiled, placing my arms around her and pulling her onto my lap. As I rubbed her large belly gently, I could feel the life of my baby inside of her. I smiled again and couldn’t help but laugh with great joy at the baby stirring inside. “Bad baby,” I spoke as softly and gently as I could. “Don’t kick mommy.” I could feel Nancy’s hushed laughter beside me as I placed my ear on her stomach and listened closely to the fast heartbeat of our baby boy.

~*~

[Bernice’s Point of View]

I passed by the thin glass that pierced a view into Dominic’s room. Looking at him inside, lying weakly on his bed, I couldn’t find the words in me to talk to him. I’m not sure if he could take another trauma, but I still have to do this. On my scale, I’m standing between me, and him. Selfish as I am, I’d rather hurt him and attain what I want, rather than hurt myself. As I made it clear in my mind, I’m not strong enough to hurt myself just so someone else could be happy. I’m not strong enough to do that.

I took a deep breath and then continued inside. Pushing the door open, I saw the surprise that shifted to joy in his eyes. “Mr. Lam,” I greeted.

“Bernice, I haven’t seen you in so long. How have you been?” He asked me with a smiling face.

Unable to look into his eyes, I avoided his gaze completely. “Fine, thank you. Are you doing any better?” I asked, trying to slowly get into the topic.

He nodded. “I’m feeling a lot better now. What brings the elegant Miss Liu to come see me?”

Hesitation drowned me for a moment, but then the words still rolled out all because of my selfish self. “I know your secret,” I began.

“What?” he laughed and became nervous. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I took a discreet breath as I began. “I know that out of Raymond’s 40% share he received from both you and Michelle, you took back 10% simply because you don’t trust him when he keeps moving back and forth with Tavia. So now, the only share holders to AVC are me with 30%, Raymond with 30%, you with 10%, and newly added Damian Lau with 30%. Without your 10%, we’re all even, and I know you Dominic. You don’t trust Raymond with Tavia by his side, so you’re not going to give him back that 10%.”

He smiled as he slyly covered his real reaction with a mask. “So what do you want?” he asked.

“Instead of having the three of us prolong this game any further, why not end it here with your decision? Give the 10% you hold to me, or Raymond?”

“You want the last 10%? What makes you think I’d give it to you over my own son?”

“Just having Tavia by his side is enough to make you lose trust in him. I know you. You wouldn’t risk the chance of Tavia stripping AVC from him. And I know Raymond. He’s too foolish to realize that Tavia’s only using him.”

He merely laughed at my response, but yet behind his laughter I could feel that he too agreed with me. “And so I’ll take one last gamble with you. What are you going to do with AVC after you take full control of it?”

“Give it back to its rightful owner.”

“Alright…” he smiled, pausing in thought for just a moment. “Where are the papers I need to sign?” he asked me soon after.

~*~

[Raymond’s Point of View]

As if it had become an everyday routine, I stepped out of the elevator to see my dad. He’s been in the hospital for almost three weeks now, but luckily the color had returned to his face and he seemed a lot healthier. With my hands in my pocket, I walked into the room, eyes staring down at the floor.

“Don’t wear such a sad face to see your dad Raymond,” a shockingly familiar voice called.

I looked up. “Bernice?” I asked in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“Just finishing some trades with your dad. Thank you for the last ten percent Mr. Lam.” She smiled and held up a tan folder to me and my dad before she left.

The sound of Bernice’s heels clicking against the floor rang and echoed in my ears as she left, walking down the hall. I couldn’t explain how I felt, but I knew it wasn’t a good feeling. Scared, I turned to my dad. Just by one look in my eyes, he could see that an explanation is needed at this time.

“Raymond,” he began. “Bernice will now take over the company, with the total of 40% share.”

“What do you mean dad? You didn’t give her your ten percent did you?”

He was quiet and avoided my eyes.

“Why did you do that? I told you I had this under control and all worked out. Why did you give Bernice the last ten percent?”

“I felt it was a better bet than giving you the edge while you have Miss Yeung by your side.”

I was in shock. I couldn’t believe that even my own father wouldn’t trust me. Sure I have Tavia by my side, but she had given up with the company. The only real competitors were Bernice, Damian and me. Why didn’t he trust me? Instead of giving me the last ten percent which will ensure our company a solid base, he gave it to Bernice. I couldn’t understand why my own father would do such a thing.

“Dad, I don’t get you.” I sighed helplessly.

“Uncle,” Steven’s stable voice interrupted us as the door to this room opened.

Steven appeared at the door, and he slowly walked in. When his eyes met mine, they cowered back in shame. He didn’t speak to me, and avoiding me completely he only made his way over to my dad. I watched as Steven whispered something into his ears, and though I tried to listen closely, I still couldn’t hear a thing.
My dad only smiled and nodded, giving Steven a gentle pat. I couldn’t believe it. My father would trust Steven over me. A traitor is what Steven is and he would go and put his trust in him. Ever since I found out about how Steven had gathered up the remaining shares from the other board members and sold it to Damian, I could never look at Steven the same way again. He was no longer my close cousin, but just a money hungry traitor.

“Sorry to interrupt you two,” Steven apologized, still avoiding my stare. “I’ll leave now.”

“You stay there,” I spoke as I grabbed his collar and pushed him up against a wall. “Why did you do that? Are stocks and money really that important to you that you’d go and sell out your own family?” I asked him, forcing him into a position he couldn’t move.

“Raymond,” my dad called. “Let him go. We all have our reasons,” he added.

I loosened my grip as I turned to my dad. “Alright, we all have our reasons, and I have my reasons for staying with Tavia. Yet you won’t even trust me, and I’m your own son.” I spoke, feeling a hard lump in my throat, too hard to swallow. My body felt tense as it heated up, watching my father’s speechless stare.

~*~

[Bernice’s Point of View]

Walking for the past hour, I slowly took my time upon arriving at the Hong Kong harbor. Standing there, I kept quiet for some time, breathing in the fresher open air and staring out onto a vast and endless skyline that extended far beyond my eyes could see. I didn’t know how long I stood, but I was lost within my own wandering thoughts.
Some time must’ve surely passed, and I felt the presence of another standing behind me. Turning around, it was the person I had expected. He stood there, holding a soft grin on his face, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his black trench coat, and he waited. I shook myself free of all the fantasies that had wandered through my mind, and reluctantly returned to reality.

“I did everything you had asked,” I began. “I talked to Raymond and warned him, I took the shares from his dad, and now I’m giving it to you.” I spoke as I gave him another envelope in my bag that transferred all my shares over to him. “It’s all yours. Just remember the terms we made.”

He smiled. It was a little tricky smile that someone like him would have no trouble revealing. “Of course, after all we’re on the same boat. We both love a person, who doesn’t love us. We both are victims of a one way love.”

I sighed at his sudden mentioning of past events. “Mr. Kenneth Ma, please refrain from mixing work with personal times.”

“I’m sorry,” he replied. “But thank you.” He spoke, taking the envelope from my hands.

“I know you have absolutely no interest in AVC,” I started. “So tell me, who’s paying you to do this?”

He laughed softly at my remark. “Do I seem that usable? Just because I took Raymond’s company from him doesn’t mean that I did it only because someone paid me to.”

I folded my arms. “So tell me why.”

Luxe - 28 - Faithful Encounters



[Raymond’s Point of View]

As I awoke I could feel her breath softly sliding down my chest. Opening my eyes, I saw Tavia’s gentle face, lying asleep in my arms. She wiggled in place as I pulled the blanket over her bare shoulders. With great care, I caressed her face, kissing her forehead as gently as I could. I saw a soft smile forming on her face as she slowly opened her eyes. It took her only a short moment to adjust to the sunlight shining through my windows, and she pulled up, resting her head on my shoulder. I pulled her closer, able to feel her warmth and gentle skin resting on me. We both looked out the open window as a warm and gentle breeze swept in.

“Thank you, Raymond.” She breathed, snuggling closer to me.

“You don’t have to thank me,” I replied. “I’ll do anything for you and you know that.”

She laughed softly, “You’re always so cheesy.” Then she suddenly hugged me tighter. “But I like you like that,” she added.

“Well thank you, but I don’t see it as being cheesy. I think it’s romantic,” I smiled.

Just then, we both suddenly heard a soft, muffled knock on my door. Tavia turned and looked. She wore a surprised expression on her face as she looked back at me. I was positive that my dad was still on a business trip somewhere in the mainland, and so the person outside should only be my mom. Since my mom already knew everything, there was no use keeping her out.

“What if your dad comes in?” Tavia asked worried about the shock she could cause.

“No, I’m sure he’s still in mainland on a business trip, and Steven is sleeping at a friend’s house. It’s probably just my mom.”

She nodded. “So should I get changed?”

“No this should be quick. Just cover up though,” I smiled as I slipped my pants on and grabbed a t-shirt hanging on my chair. As I walked over, I pulled the shirt on and opened the door. Wearing a bright smile, I expected to see my mom at the door.

“Raymond! There’s something we really need to talk about,” my dad’s voice suddenly echoed the room when I opened the door.

My heart froze immediately, and I was sure Tavia’s did too. What was going to happen next when my dad saw Tavia lying on my bed? I was caught speechless when he pushed the door fully open and invited himself in.

“Raymond, I came home early from the mainland because I’ve just found out a new improvement for AVC,” he smiled as he walked in. “How about we sit…” My dad suddenly stopped short, and his eyes fell on the half naked girl lying on my bed with only my bed covers over her. Time literally froze for us.

Tavia’s eyes were filled with surprise and shock as she returned the stare my father gave her.

“Dad, maybe we should talk somewhere else,” I suggested.

“Dominic you left your files in the study,” my mom suddenly walked in.

Now within a matter of seconds, my entire family is gathered in my room, witnessing my time with Tavia. One person allowed me to do as I wish, and the other was strict on keeping far away from my so-called enemy. Silence engulfed all of us for what seemed like forever.

“Raymond,” my dad suddenly spoke up, his voice shaky. “What is she doing here?”

I couldn’t answer him. What could I say to him after that question? “D…dad,” I murmured.

“Raymond, tell me why Tavia Yeung is lying naked in your bed!” His voice rose in an instant, and his expression shot daggers into me.

I glanced quickly at my mom, and struggling to reply him, I let it out anyway. “Dad, she’s my girlfriend and I’m serious with her.”

“I don’t care who you date, but I’ve clearly asked you to end your relationship with Miss Yeung! Why pull that thread any further when we all know that it will never end well?!”

“Dad, listen to me. I’m sorry but,” I stopped when he fell against the wall, gripping his chest.

“Dominic!” My mom called, helping him stand as he gripped his chest tightly and gasped for air. I held him up to help her, and from the corner of my eye I could see that Tavia had quickly finished dressing. She rushed over to us, wearing a worried face.

“Michelle, I’m so sorry,” she apologized.

“We’ll talk about this later Tavia,” my mom replied with gentleness in her soft voice. “Raymond, hurry and get your dad to the hospital,” she urged me in a calm breath.

I nodded and pulled my father’s arm over my head, helping him downstairs as quickly as I could. From behind, Tavia and my mom rushed quickly behind us. My sights were headed for the black sedan parked in front of my front doors, and racing down the hall I rushed my dad into the car. He was still gasping for air as his lungs choked and gagged, and my heart quickly sank with each passing second.

~*~

[Tavia’s Point of View]

With Raymond’s dad still unconscious in the hospital, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of guilt streaming through my body. As I leaned on the hard metal bar that separated me from the road, I stared out into the busy streets. I waited quietly for Raymond to get his car to drive me home, but as I waited I hated the awful silence that enveloped me. Standing in the middle of Hong Kong, I couldn’t understand why I felt the silence creep up to me. It was a horrible feeling, something that reminded me of all the past mistakes I’ve made.

“Tavia,” someone suddenly called.

I turned around, surprised to see Damian standing there. He wore a wide smile but behind his thick sunglasses I could see the dark ambitions in his eyes. I stood straight up, growing wary of him and his unpredictable self. I waited a minute for him to talk, but during that brief second, his grin seemed to have mocked me.

“Good news right?” he asked me. I was a bit confused but I continued to listen. “Dominic is in the hospital, and ironically, someone had just transferred me a nice amount of shares from the company. Someone took the troubles away from our plan,” he grinned.

I was utterly surprised to see who else would be dumb enough to take Damian’s side in this case. “Who gave you the shares?” I asked him.

“That fool, Steven Ma,” he laughed. “He racked up all the remaining shares from the shareholders and gave them to me, for a rather large amount. He wanted twelve million dollars, but of course, it was a small price to pay for something as large as AVC.”

“Steven sold you those shares?! Who else knows about this?”

“I’m pretty sure no one. This just happened this morning, and I myself was caught by surprise. No matter, now I have 30% of AVC, if I can just take up either Miss Liu’s portion or that fox Dominic’s, AVC will be ours for the taking.”

“I’m not interested in your plan so don’t include me,” I interrupted him before he went any further. “I’ve decided, and I want out.”

“Tavia, I thought that the only reason you got back together with that fool of yours, Raymond, was because you wanted his share of the company.”

“I got back together with Raymond because I needed him and I love him, not because of the stupid company,” I argued. “Besides, what do I get in return? Since Michael is still alive, why don’t he just got and fight back his company, why put me in this?!”

“Don’t disrespect your father. We’ve been trying to take the company back for years. Now we’ve finally got a chance, and I can’t let it slip away.” His voice began to rise.

“You can’t let this slip? This is all about you and him. Because of this company, my mother got killed!” I couldn’t believe what just rolled out of my mouth, but in a different perspective, it was true. Because of this stupid company and their twisted game, my mother got killed.

“Tavia what’s wrong?” Raymond’s protective voice suddenly interrupted us. I saw him walk in and he immediately stood between me and Damian, setting a clear barrier of protection for me. “Mr. Lau, I’m warning you. If you don’t stop bugging Tavia, I will report this to the police.”

“Raymond, I was only paying my niece a little visit and having a conversation with her, is that so bad?” Damian asked calmly.

“Please leave,” Raymond spoke. I could tell he was restraining himself.

“Alright, give your dad my regards. By the way, the next board meeting is coming up. I’ve got an announcement to make there if you don’t mind. It’ll be quite exciting.” He imprinted us with a smirk that harbingered something bad before he left. I watched in surprise wondering how and why I ever decided to follow him at one point in our game.

“Tavia, what’s wrong? I heard you raise your voice, and rarely do you ever do that.” Raymond spoke in the most gentle way ever. It comforted me as I relaxed in his presence.

“Nothing, he just mentioned some things I really don’t want to remember,” I shook my head, hoping not to bring more worries to Raymond.

“Do you know what his announcement will be?”

I hesitated for a moment, but thinking back, I really couldn’t come up with any excuses this time around. I sighed, “Steven sold him the remaining shares. Now besides you and Bernice, Damian holds 30% of your company.”

Raymond froze immediately. “Please don’t tell my parents, I’ll handle this myself.”

Again, I could see that Raymond was holding back a lot of emotions. I could understand his anger if he ever got angry at me. His dad was in the hospital right now, all because of me, and Michelle was worried to death. Then Raymond finds out his trusted cousin sold the remaining company shares to Damian, of course anyone would find it hard to hold back. I held Raymond’s hands tightly, hoping to show to him that I’m here to help.
In my mind though, I couldn’t help thinking and calculating. All my plans, because of Raymond I’ve put them on hold. But maybe, now is the time to bring them all out again. Besides, I’ve still got the support of another unpredictable player in the game, Kenneth Ma. As thoughts ran through my head, I looked up at Raymond. His eyes held a blank stare to somewhere far, far away. He hugged me tight as we both looked out onto the busy streets, wondering why we were the only ones enveloped by a bubble of silence.
Feeling Raymond’s warmth around me, it felt like the warmth pressed some sort of button inside me. All the plans, calculations, and risks I hid away in the back of my mind came rushing back, and that was then I mentally pulled away from Raymond. Our game has to end as soon as possible before anything or anyone else gets hurt, and I think I might have just the right move to play.

~*~

[Raymond’s Point of View]

A couple days have passed after my dad settled in at the hospital. Troubled by the many things that have appeared in the past couple days, I sat quietly in a corner of a serene café. Hoping to relax myself, I couldn’t help but think of Tavia. Ever since her change, we’ve both turned and became so calculating and questionable. In my head, I couldn’t help but wonder what her intentions are of getting back together with me. I felt hurt that I doubted the person I love, but from things that have happened to us, I couldn’t help but wonder.

“Raymond, why did you want to meet me?” Bernice’s voice suddenly rang my ears.

I looked up as she sat down, placing her heavy purse to the side as she began to stir her warm cup of coffee. “Can’t I just have a conversation with you as a friend?” I asked her, wondering why lately I haven’t been able to converse with many people.

“Sure,” she smile, taking a small sip of the coffee. “How have things been going in the interesting life of Mister Raymond Lam?”

“Troublesome,” I sighed. “Did you know that Steven sold the remaining shares from the smaller shareholders to Damian?”

“Really,” she replied with only a slight bit of surprise. “Why would he do that?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t got a chance to talk to him yet. For the past couple of months he’s been hiding out at Kenneth’s place. I rarely get to see him. I don’t know what his intentions are, what he’s planning, and why he’s doing this.”

“Maybe he needed the money?” Bernice suggested. “Not many people know this, but both you and I know that Steven has a thing with stocks and gambling.”

“It can’t be because of that. Steven hasn’t made a pit in years, and he wouldn’t be foolish enough to do this now. He must have a reason for this,” I replied, mumbling.

“Raymond,” Bernice sighed. “Everyone has a reason for everything they do, but you just never know if they are good or bad. Maybe Steven just needed the money to patch up some trades, or maybe he’s planning something else, who knows. My suggestion is, you should stop wondering, and worry more about how you’re going to make your next move with Damian now holding shares close to yours. Also, just a heads up, I won’t be giving my shares to you, mainly because I’ve suddenly found interest in your company.” A slim and devious smile followed her words.

Suddenly, something inside me forewarned a change in Bernice. The aura she gave off was no longer a warming brilliancy that allowed me to confide anything and everything to. No, this new aura of hers was something else, something so different it became shocking that such a change has happened. Again, I couldn’t help but question and wonder at her change.

“Excuse me, I have an appointment. I’ll talk to you again, sometime later.” She smiled as she left. Her trail left me in wonderment as I watched her leave the store.

When I saw her leave, it was then that the answer hit me hard. Ron, Ron Ng was the reason why Bernice was suddenly so different. Because of all the problems in my mind, I had completely forgotten about Bernice’s troubles with Ron and Nancy. But, was her love for Ron, her jealousy and rage for Nancy, really what caused all of this? Why? That was what I didn’t understand. Why would Bernice all of a sudden change, and worst, find interest in my company?

~*~

[Nancy’s Point of View]

Our forks clicked against the plates as we both set them down in unison. I could still see that sliver of a smile glued to Tavia’s face as she leaned back in her chair. It’s been such a long time since we got a chance to sit down and eat together. Dinner was a rare occasion, and watching as my old time friend set her glass of wine down, I struggled to find words to say. We’ve been apart for so long, speaking casually became hard.

“You’re less talkative these days,” Tavia commented as she leaned in to speak.

“Maybe because of all the things that are going on. I don’t know where to start,” I replied. “But, I do really want to know. What are you planning to do?”

“About what?” she asked. “Raymond or the company?”

“Both.”

I saw her thinking for a moment, but behind all the distance we’ve had, we were still friends after all. She began to speak a short moment after. “I can’t lose Raymond, I’ll tell you that. I’m hoping that when everything’s done, he and I can still be together. As for the company, I admit I was once lingering between the thought of leaving it or not. I did think of letting it go, because I got so angry when I found out I’ve been lied to for twenty years.”

She paused, and during that pause I tried to process her every word. She’s been lied to for twenty years? Thinking back and forth, the only relation she had that long to anyone was either to her father, or her mother. But they were all dead, aren’t they?

“My father’s still alive Nancy.” She spoke as if reading my mind and answering my question.

“Did you guys talk?”

She shook her head sadly. “He looked me in the eyes and didn’t even know I was his daughter. I can’t blame him though, twenty years, I’ve changed so much.”

“So what are you planning on doing now with the company?”

“I don’t know. Maybe,” she stopped to think. “Give it back to its rightful owner, and then make a decision?”

“Basically, you’re still going to take AVC from the Lams, and now you’re giving it back to your dad and have him make the decision?”

She was quiet. For a moment there I couldn’t read the expression in her eyes. But after so thoughts, they again showed a window of clues into her mind. She suddenly smiled. “Enough about me, how have you been doing?”

I wanted to question her more, but knowing Tavia, pushing it further will lead me to nowhere. I sighed. “I’ve gotten back together with Ron, hopefully for real this time. We’re planning on keeping the child in my stomach, despite Bernice’s pleading that this was all a lie.”

“Nancy, you sound doubtful. Is something bothering you?”

“I was just considering the thought if Ron left me and went back to Bernice. I think I wouldn’t be hurt as badly because it’s already happened before. And when Bernice cried to me, she reminded me so much of myself when Ron left. I’m just not sure to trust the fact that he won’t change his mind again.”

“Things are different now. Before when he left you, we were so young then. But now, you’re carrying his son, if he left you it would hurt a million times more. Don’t have silly thoughts or considerations. Someone is bound to get hurt. You’ve already gotten your share of the pain. It’s fair to you that Bernice be the one to leave.”

“But I feel so bad for her,” I spoke in.

She immediately cut me off. “What does Ron think about this? Was he there when Bernice cried to you?”

I nodded. “He was there. And I know Ron, he has a hidden sympathetic side that no many knows about. When he saw Bernice cry so hard and pain so much over him, I could see the considerations in his eyes.”

“Well ignore those,” she spoke, placing her hand gently overtop of mine. “I know he cares about you a lot now, so much more than he did back then. Raymond once told me Ron cried over you. I’m thinking for someone like him, something like that never happened before.”

I only nodded.

“And Ron has a sympathetic side? I never knew that. I just thought he’s heartless and uncaring. He got a little better with you by his side, but still.”

I tried to smile a bit. “Yeah, he has sympathy and care hidden in him. I’m glad he does though because he gives me that protective feel but also the care that I need. Hopefully he’ll still be there for me when the baby comes.”

“Stop doubting,” Tavia smiled. “I’ve seen you hurt enough and it’s time you enjoy yourself for once. By the way, when will your baby be due?”

“In about two months,” I answered her.

Talking to Tavia again was refreshing. Maybe she was right. I should just stop doubting everything and live with it. Even though to me, having Ron by my side was too good to be true, I’d rather live in this fantasy with Ron than go back into awful reality.
Smiling, I looked down at my overgrown belly, wondering what it would be like to hold my baby close to me. I couldn’t wait. Despite knowing the pain that I’ll face when he comes, to me it’s all worth it. I rubbed my stomach gently as I heard Tavia’s gentle laughter in the background. I could feel the baby’s movements and stir, and I could feel its soft kick to my side. Praying to god, I just hope that all ends well.

Luxe - 27 - Calling Him Dad



[Tavia’s Point of View]

Trying to regain control of my actions, I slightly loosened my grip on Damian. He pushed me away and stood up tall, fixing his stature back into the heartless fox he is. He looked at me with the eyes of a liar. All I was doing was waiting for a response, an explanation, and he’s careless enough to keep me waiting so long. Why would my father still be alive, and not come to look for me once? Why?

“It was all a lie,” he began softly.

As if it wasn’t obvious enough, he just had to highlight the past two years of my entire life.

“Michael’s death was fake, all planned by him and I. We were only trying to deal with Dominic, but who would’ve guessed that it dragged out so long, and that so many people would get involved. Michael was planning on looking for you, after we get our company back so that he could repay you properly for all those lost years. It was fate that you two met tonight.”

I only laughed quietly at his words. A man like Damian would expect me to believe that? “Stop lying to me. What kind of father is he if he’s willing to wait twenty long years to take revenge, while in those twenty years never bother to look for his own daughter once?” I asked him. I could feel the tears coming to my eyes as I glared at my so-called uncle. “And who would’ve thought so many people would be involved?” I laughed once again. “Uncle Damian, those people never intended to get involved, it was you who dragged them all into this mess, and now you’re pushing the blame away?”

“Tavia listen, I know you’re upset because you found out your father is still alive,” he began.

“My father is dead!” I interrupted him as the tears fell. “That man in there is not my father, he’s not the man I once looked up to and loved. He’s a different person now.”

“Listen, he really loves you. It’s just his pride that he can’t see his daughter until he can see her with his head up and support her properly.” Damian tried to explain.

“Pride?!” I asked him. “And you’re talking to me about pride?” I let out a bitter laugh that even I couldn’t believe. “I’m the one who had to swallow my pride, lie to the man I love, pull away from the only true friend I ever had, deceive everyone I know, just for something you and him want. Now you’re talking to me about his pride? What has he done?” I asked, pointing to the building behind us with anger building in me. “Everyone thinks he’s dead! For twenty years, he left me fighting for myself on the street! Has he ever stopped to consider that I don’t need money as support? Has he ever stopped to consider that at least having a father is better that none? Twenty years uncle, he’s hid from me for twenty years. I’m done with all of this. If you two want that company back then it’s all your business. I’m out.”

I tried to walk away, but a strong grip suddenly held me back. I knew the grip didn’t belong to Damian, and when I looked up at the man, all the pain and anger inside me just mixed together, and it all hurts so badly.

“You’re my daughter?” he asked me in a shaky voice.

“It’s not like it’ll make a difference.” I replied coldly to him, shaking his arm off hard.

“Tavia,” he called out, his voice as gentle as I remembered, each time he called out my name.

I turned around. “You’re not my dad! I hate you!” I screamed. “My dad died twenty years ago!”

“Tavia listen to me!” he called after.

I suddenly turned and ran, ran far away from them. I quickly got into my car and started the loud engine before he could catch up. Looking in the rearview mirror, I watched as the aging man chased my speeding car, only giving up when his breath ran out and his limbs reached their limit. I couldn’t stop myself from crying. The first words I say to my father after twenty years apart were the words ‘I hate you’.
Unable to believe neither myself nor my night, I pushed forward on the gas pedal, launching my car into a full outburst of speed and anger. I hate him for lying to me, for abandoning me for twenty years, but I know clear and well that a strong part of me is still dying to call him dad and watch him smile. I pulled my hand up to cover my face as I cried so hard while still speeding down the empty road.

“Mom,” I quietly whispered when I forced my car to an abrupt stop facing the ocean.

My heart and mind wished so hard that my mom would be here right now. She would know what to do. But the awful truth is, unlike the lie my dad had given me for twenty years, my mother is truly dead in the fire, and she won’t be here to guide me. What should I do when I meet my father again after so long, only to find out that he’s lied to me for twenty years, and abandoned me to solitude for so long? I hate the feeling rushing through me. It was such a confusing emotion that I couldn’t understand no matter how hard I try. I want to call him dad again, but yet I couldn’t forgive him for what he made me go through. All I wanted was some answers, and when I got them they turned out to be confessions. Tonight was the night when I could no longer tell between truths and lies. If my own father could do that to me, what about all the people around me? I was the one who dragged them into this mess, so what do they think of me? Could I just be a foolish girl being used by everyone? I kept crying, slamming on my steering wheel as I tried to recover.

~*~

[Ron’s Point of View]

With hesitation consuming me and a worried Nancy at my back, I pushed forward on the white door, walking into the apartment I once shared with Bernice. This was the last and only place we know to look for her, and judging from the small messes around the room, Bernice had been here. Maybe she was still around.

“Bernice?” Nancy called softly. I could hear the awkwardness in her voice as she spoke.

I turned and spotted Bernice, sober on the floor behind my glass coffee table. I quickly rushed over to her and helped her up. “Bernice,” I called her, and her eyes opened up at me. “Bernice are you okay?”

As I placed her gently on the sofa, I suddenly saw Nancy rush out of my kitchen with a warm, wet towel in her hand. Nancy then placed the towel on Bernice’s forehead with care, and knelt beside me as Bernice woke up from her drunken state. She sat up slowly, but immediately she took my arms and pulled me closer to her. Her head was on my shoulder, and I could feel the tears leave her eyes and fall upon my shirt.

“Ron,” she sobbed with great pain and sadness. “Ron, please stay. I love you and I don’t care what you do. I already know about everything, but I’m willing to let it all go. Just please stay with me.” She pleaded me while holding me tight. In all my life I’ve never seen Bernice this broken and falling apart.

“Bernice,” I began as I glanced to the side at Nancy. She was just sitting there in silence, watching with sympathy as the drunken Bernice hugged me tighter. “Bernice, I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize,” Bernice cut in. “Ron I love you so much, and I know I need you. Please, just forget everything and stay with me.” She looked at me with teary eyes, seeming more awake and aware of her surroundings. She then turned to Nancy, taking Nancy’s arm and again, pleading her like she did with me. “Nancy, please, please let Ron stay with me. Please tell me that the baby isn’t Ron’s and that it’s Kenneth’s. Please tell me that this was all a joke. Please Nancy,” she continued to beg.

It was like I was feeling it myself. Nancy was caught speechless. It was Nancy to feel sad and empathy for a drunken person, on her knees and begging. “Bernice,” I called. “Nothing can change, the baby is mine and I’m really sorry.” I was trying to break it to her easily, and trying not to hurt Nancy as well. Being a good person is so hard.

“Nancy please,” she continued. “Please tell me this is all a lie.”

Nancy watched as the endless tears streamed from Bernice’s eyes. She only turned away in shame, and I could see the hidden emotions inside Nancy begin to rise up to the surface. “She reminds me of myself,” I heard Nancy whisper quietly.

“Nancy,” I sighed, hugging her and feeling sad as Bernice watched us. “Bernice, again I’m sorry. I’m sorry to ever cause you all this pain and trouble, but…” I glanced at Nancy who avoided my eyes. “I love Nancy too much to lie to you or anyone else.”

“No,” Bernice shook her head. “No, this can’t be true!” she screamed, covering her ears so she could no longer hear us.

“Bernice I’m sorry,” I began to raise my voice a little. “I’m sorry it hurts but I can’t lie to myself and I can’t lie to you anymore.”

“Ron, please,” she begged me. She then turned back to Nancy, her tears flowing down harder as she gripped Nancy’s arms tightly, pleading on the ground. “Please Nancy, I can’t let Ron go. I’m not as strong as you, please Nancy. I know I’ve hurt you a lot before but please. I’m not as strong as you Nancy,” she sobbed.

“Bernice that’s enough,” I spoke with my voice rising again.

She pulled back, staring at us both in disbelief. The tears never stopped falling from her eyes, and they did nothing more than cause pain to all of us in the room.

I felt sad to see such a strong woman come to her knees in tears, all because of love. I felt even sadder to know that I was the main reason she’s become like this, but all I ever felt for Bernice was sadness. But Nancy, as I watched her reason with herself in her mind, wondering about Bernice’s pleads, I felt pain and worry. Pain was because I couldn’t watch Nancy have to worry so much, and worry because I fear Nancy might doubt me. For Nancy, I worry, fear, and love so much more than anything else. That was why hurting Bernice, was a bearable task for me. I felt heartless admitting so, but I’m a coward if I don’t.

“Nancy,” I sighed, hoping she’ll pull away from her doubts and listen to me.

“Bernice,” Nancy spoke softly, ignoring my call completely.

~*~

[Raymond’s Point of View]

Driving home, tonight I decided to take a more open and empty road rather than the crowded streets. I took a path beside the beach, driving home and hoping to enjoy the view at the same time. Though I didn’t have the mind to look at the view, I was too busy wrapped up over many things. Today one of the executives suggested an important topic to my mind. He asked when we will have the next board meeting. I laughed quietly to myself, wondering how I should answer him. I knew very well that the next board meeting could be my last, since Damian will be there and no doubt he will be slyly playing tricks behind my back.
Confused and searching for an answer, I turned to the thin, tan envelope sitting on the passenger seat. I stared between it and the road for a minute, wondering if I’m doing the right thing. Michelle said that I am, so why don’t I feel right? Instead, I feel that this path I’m going on will only bring me more troubles.
The moment I finally looked back up at the road my car swallowed, I spotted a very familiar car, parked to the side. I slowed down and closed in on it, soon to realize that the car belonged to Tavia. Quickly I came to a stop and got out of the car, looking for her. I didn’t want to call out her name, only to surprise her. Then, I found her sitting on a large rock at the shores. Smiling, I rushed over to her glad to know that she’s always the one who can take the worries off my mind, even if for just a short moment.

As I neared I heard her crying. She was crying quietly to herself. I closed in slowly and softly wrapped my arms around her. I could feel her jump a little in my arms, but then she knew it was me. “Tavia, what’s wrong?”

She only shook her head and turned around to hug me, nothing more and nothing less.

“Tavia, tell me. What’s wrong and why are you crying?” I asked her, gently wiping away her tears. “Please don’t keep it all inside.”

I saw her lingering for a moment, but then her lips finally quivered and talked. She hugged me tighter while I heard her say, “Raymond, my dad is still alive.” The news hit me like a rock. “It’s all been a lie. For twenty years, my life had been a lie,” she spoke softly as she rested her head on my shoulder, hugging me tightly.

“Y…your father, Michael Yeung, is still alive?” I asked again in disbelief.

She nodded.

It took me a moment, but after I processed the thoughts, I found a smile to show to her. “Then you should be happy,” I spoke. “Your father is still alive, that means that you now have a family, and you’ve still got me.”

“Raymond you don’t understand,” she spoke immediately after. “He’s lied to me for twenty years. He and Damian both lied to me like I’m nothing more than a pawn in their game. If that man really cared about me as his daughter he would’ve gone to look for me, but he didn’t. I can’t believe we were so close, but yet I never found him. He still lives here in Hong Kong, and yet he never thought of me.”

“Tavia don’t cry,” I spoke, unable to stand seeing her this way. “No matter what, you’ve still got me.” I held her back to look into her eyes, telling her that I’m serious and I’ll never lie to her. “You’ve still got me here, and I love you Tavia Yeung.”

She pulled me closer and I did the same.

We stood there for what felt like a very long time. I held her close as she cried, and I watched the waves come into our feet, twirling around them and then pulling back into the ocean. If only we weren’t born in such families, we’d have normal lives, and instead of crying over lies and betrayals, we’d be at family gatherings or parties, having fun and actually smiling.
Though I’ve never been in Tavia’s shoes, I could tell and feel all her pain. I felt so close to her, standing beside her. It was then that I finally knew what Ron meant by the emotions of love. Even when I’m facing the toughest times, as long as I’m with the one I love, everything will always work out. With Tavia in my arms, it gave me confident about the upcoming board meeting. For some unexplained reason, the worried feeling I had earlier disappeared completely.

“Raymond, I love you,” Tavia whispered beside my ear. Those words brought immense warmth to me as I was mesmerized by each and every one.

I smiled. “Tavia I love you more than anything,” I spoke back to her, hugging her tighter.

I could feel her smile, and she reached up to kiss me. We held the kiss, lingered it for a sweet moment then full on launched it into a passionate embrace with a feeling only Tavia Yeung could give me. I didn’t push the kiss though, this time Tavia was the one leading and I enjoyed sitting in the backseat. I felt a strong, loving feeling soaring inside me.

After a while, we finally pulled back. Looking into her dark brown eyes, I smiled. “We should go home now, to my house.”

She nodded, and I took her hands.

“Don’t let it bother you, I’ll always be here and I’ll never lie to you,” I promised her as we walked back. I held her hand in mine, never wanting to let go.

~*~

[Nancy’s Point of View]

It became quiet when Bernice fell asleep. She drifted off unwillingly when the hangover phase hit her like a rock. Sleeping soundly on Ron’s sofa, I brought a blanket to her, covering her with its warmth knowing that I won’t be staying here any longer. Then I sat down, kneeling beside her and thought really hard. Bernice’s pleading and crying earlier really did its job, working its way into my mind and bringing me many considerations I wouldn’t have thought of before tonight. I watched her sleep and turn slightly in place as I wondered about what she said. I still remembered her words very clearly.

“I’m not as strong as you, please Nancy. I’m not as strong as you.” I remembered her say.

When she cried and pained it made me sad to watch. She reminded me very much of myself when Ron’s heart turned the other way. When Bernice told me that she wasn’t as strong as me, those words brought a thought into my mind. In this three people world, obviously one will get hurt. Then I began to wonder, would it only be fair if only one person got hurt instead of two? I already got hurt before, that made one person. And now Bernice is getting hurt, that makes two. If I can take Bernice’s pain away, wouldn’t it be a lot fairer that way?
I shook my head, trying to free myself of those thoughts. Suddenly I couldn’t help but wonder, if Ron had hurt me before, and he had the heart to hurt Bernice now, what could be in store for me when his heart once again turns the opposite direction? I sat to think for a moment, but then I stopped myself. I shouldn’t doubt Ron, not after everything we’ve gone through, and not after my decision to stay with him and our baby.

“Nancy,” Ron’s gentle words glided past me as he placed his arms around me. “Don’t take what Bernice said to heart. She’s just really drunk right now,” he comforted.

“I know,” I lied. I couldn’t stop her words from going into my heart and making me think deeper into this three people world we live in.

“Let’s go, it’s getting late. We could go back to your place and I’ll stay there with you if you want me to,” he spoke softly beside me, putting in more tender love and care than usual.

“Ron,” I began to speak without really thinking. “How are you going to face Bernice?”

“I don’t know,” he sighed.

“Look how much we’ve hurt her,” I sighed. “She reminded me so much of myself when you left.” I could help but think back to those desperate times.

“Nancy,” he called to me but I didn’t listen.

“She and I were so alike. You hurt me before like this too, and now you’re at my side. Are you going to face Bernice like this too? In the future, after you change your mind and regret everything?” I couldn’t hold myself back. As if I had no control over myself, I asked Ron what shouldn’t have been said. I was foolish.

“Nancy,” he spoke, piercing deeply into my heart with his entrancing stare. “I promised I’d never hurt you ever again, and I will keep that promise no matter what. I won’t change my mind or regret anything. I couldn’t risk hurting you again because seeing you hurt is something I can’t bear watching. Nancy, please don’t think too much, I love you, a whole lot more than I could ever say.”

His every word touched me and with them I felt the warmth and reassurance that I had lost for a moment. But turning back to Bernice, I don’t know how I could ever face her. Though we were never close, I just couldn’t explain why I can’t bear to hurt her so much. In this relationship, she was not the third person, I was.

“Nancy,” Ron called again, pulling me closer to him. “When I left you before, I didn’t know what I had until I lost it. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize, but when I didn’t see you in my life, I always felt that there was a part of me missing. Please Nancy, let’s go home.”

I didn’t want to hurt Ron, and thinking deeper into this was only causing us more pain. “I’m sorry, I was just thinking too much,” I sighed, leaning back into his loving embrace. I closed my eyes and leaned on him, taking in a deep breath. “Let’s go home, I’m tired.”

I could feel his nod, and without struggle, he easily picked me up and carried me out the door.

Luxe - 26 - Between Love and Desire




[Raymond’s Point of View]

Her words repeated over and over again in my mind. From the corner of my eye I could see the thoughts in my mother’s head, screaming out to me. Those documents are in my mother’s possession, and Tavia’s father could possibly still be alive. Why else would he not be buried beside her mother’s grave?

“Mom…”

Michelle looked up, hopeful and waiting.

“I know what to do now,” I spoke to her.

She simply smiled and nodded. “I’m glad you do.”

If Tavia still loves me, then everything is sure to turn out fine. We began heading back, and trailing behind Michelle I began to think. The only thing I have to do now is to find her father, and once he’s found, things could finally be settled. After all, after all that has happened, it’s only fair that the true owner of AVC make the final decision, and with that it will only mean that I’ve done everything I could to come to a nice, little ending. Hopefully, things will end soon.

“What are you planning to do in the near future,” Michelle asked. “Now that you’ve made your decision, and you’ve already slept with Tavia?”

“If AVC truly belonged to someone else and not us, then I have no regrets of letting it go. But Tavia, I love her and no matter what I can’t let her leave me.” I looked up in the sky, watching as the clouds slowly passed by overtop of us. “Tell dad I’m sorry, but it’s time I pursue my own happiness.”

My mother smiled. “Happiness,” she nodded. “I don’t know how Dominic will take this, but if it’s for your happiness, as any parent would want, I’ll do as best I can to convince him.”

“Thank you, mom.”

“It’ll take some time though, so don’t think you can take her home again anytime soon.”

It felt like the first time I’ve done this, since it had been so long. I smiled, laughed a little, and nodded with my mom.

~*~

[Tavia’s Point of View]

The only thing I could see were the blurred lights as they passed quickly by my tinted windows. My mind was running in twenty different directions as I unconsciously continued to press forward on the gas. My eyes were out the window, but truthfully they were somewhere else, far beyond where my car was driving to.
I didn’t know what I wanted. I know I can’t live without Raymond’s presence in my life, but yet I can’t let the company slip either. When I was in Raymond’s arms again, I felt the greatest joy in my life, but yet the company. This company, AVC, was the closest thing I have to my parents, and I’ve already lost them, I can’t lose this company either. Why does God have to make it so hard? Why did he have to make me fall in love with my enemy? Why must he play games with me, have me be in Raymond’s arms again, but still make me choose between him and the last memory and achievement of my parents?
Shaking my head, it began to pain. I was suddenly reminded of Nancy, once my best friend, now we’re nothing but mere acquaintances, not even. I barely even see her anymore, so I don’t know what to call our friendship. But I just wish everything would end already, I’d have the company, I’d have Raymond’s love, I’d have Nancy still by my side and so close to me, I’d have everything that I ever wanted. Why does it have to be so hard?
Soft touches of the chilling evening breeze swept my face. That was when I realized the dial read over eighty miles per hour, and that the blurred lights now were never ending. I looked up to see a fast approaching figure of a person. Panic struck me, and I stomped down on the breaks, hard. I could hear the loud, echoing screeches of the tire as it tried to come to a stop on the asphalt ground. My headlights showed the familiar face of an aging man, caught in surprise.

Everything stopped, and breathing hard I rushed out of my car.

“Young people these days…need to watch their driving,” the man nagged as he picked himself up from the black road.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?” I asked, still catching my breath and calming my heartbeat.

“I’m fine, but you need to be more careful when you drive. This was pure luck,” he laughed.

As he turned and bent down to pick up his scattered belongings, I caught a glimpse of his face. My heartbeat suddenly froze in place, and the heat in my body drained completely within a matter of seconds. I saw enough of his face to come to the awful conclusion in my mind. His warming but clever smile, his thin eyes, and his gentle expression were everything that reminded me of the man I had always looked up to. The man’s face was identical to that of my deceased father. Unbelievable, I couldn’t believe it. My father was dead…

“Let me help you,” I spoke, barely above a whisper.

“Thank you. I’m Michael, Michael Yeung, what’s your name?” He asked me in the most casual, carefree tone I’ve ever heard.

At that moment was when I realized that in no possible way will he be able to recognize me, even if he really is my dad. I was still stiff, trying to fully process the thought that the man right there, Michael Yeung was my father, and that he was still living, breathing, and standing in front of me. “I’m Tavia,” I replied shortly.

“Oh, it’s such a beautiful name,” he smiled.

“Let me give you a ride home…as an apology for, nearly hitting you.” I choked on my own words, but it still wasn’t as bad as the fact that my father could be him.

“Then thank you. I live just a couple blocks over.”

I only nodded, trapped between the fact that he’s my father, and my stubborn mind that just won’t believe in the fact I was living through.

~*~

[Raymond’s Point of View]

Normally the sweet scent of coffee would’ve caught my whole mind in its hands, but tonight was a different story. My eyes were glued onto the black ink on plain white paper while my ears were intoned to the man as he spoke. He went on for what felt like a brief but informative five minutes, until I finally looked up and he stopped. My eyes first lingered on his name card which read –Vincent Wong –.

“So you’re telling me you’ll be able to find the man’s exact location within three months max?”

“Only if he’s still alive,” the investigator replied.

“I’m one-hundred percent positive that he’s still alive.”

“Then I will be able to find him for you.” He answered me with assurance.

“I already wrote you a check for half the payment. The rest you will get after he’s found.”

“Thank you Mr. Lam.”

“Vincent, please do me another favor,” I spoke. “Pay extra attention to my dad.”

“I understand.” With his last nod and assuring smirk, P.I. Wong quickly left the café in a hurry.

I sat back, thinking over the simple but dangerous step I’m taking. What if my dad doesn’t agree with my decision? What if Tavia is planning something against me that could alter the ending I had hoped for? There were so many what ifs and so many risks in this simple decision that were making me rethink my actions. I closed my eyes. No matter what, I’ve already taken on this gamble. Now all I’m hoping and standing on is Tavia’s heart.
A soft, muffled knock suddenly opened my eyes. I turned to my right, looking through the thin layer of glass that separated me from her. I saw Bernice’s eyes, red, bloodshot and seeming like she’s been crying for ages. Her hands were on the window, using it as support as she bent over and dropped herself on the ground. Immediately I got up and ran outside. Never have I seen her this way. She was always so strong.

“Bernice,” I called her name. “Bernice are you okay?”

She looked up, only then did the look in her eyes struck understanding to me. “Raymond?”

“What happened?”

She laughed bitterly and tossed the glass bottle in her hand onto the ground. The glass shattered to pieces, and along with it so did her heart. “Why don’t you ask your heartless friend?”

“What happened between you and Ron?” I asked, helping her stand straight up.

Again she laughed a bitter laugh that I’ve never heard before. “He thought I wouldn’t know. He thought I’m kept in the dark. But he’s so wrong. I know,” she continued

“What, what do you know?”

“That my fiancée is having affairs with that blasted princess Nancy Wu! I trusted him. I did everything for him, and look what he’s done for me.” She paused to let out another laugh that I could tell was only hiding her pain and making it worse. “Ron went and slept with her, even after he asked to marry me. Now she’s pregnant, and there’s no way back. It’s all a huge mistake, and I thought I could let it go if he stayed with me, and if Kenneth took the blame for the baby. But I couldn’t, I can’t stand seeing him worry about her every minute of every day!” Tears streamed down her beautiful face as she balanced herself before me. “I don’t get it, why does he love her so much?”

Her question made me speechless. I’ve always known that inside Ron he still held something for Nancy, and I guess it was wrong of me to just let that part of him go. Now Bernice is in tears, something I’ve never ever witnessed and would never believe if I’m not seeing it myself. But what more could I say now to her? Telling her the truth about his feelings won’t do her any good. But telling her a lie would just hurt her even more.

“Look over there,” she smiled bitterly and pointed to the black sedan parked across the street.

Beside the car I saw a tall, brooding stature leaning on it, a man who was Ron. He seemed to be waiting, but for what? His expression showed happiness but worry at the same time. Only then did it occur to me that only Nancy Wu could bring a smile to Ron’s face. And the apartment building behind him belonged to Nancy.

“I’ve never seen him smile that brightly before.” Bernice spoke up. “Heartless.”

My eyes were pulled over to the main entrance. There I saw Kenneth and Nancy step out of the building, both faces looking down and serious. When Ron saw the expression on Kenneth’s face, I could see his obvious change in mood. I watched as Ron straightened himself, standing tall and broad in front of Kenneth. I could tell the conversation was over Nancy.

~*~

[Nancy’s Point of View]

I was frozen and seemingly invisible in between Ron and Kenneth. They were quiet for a while, and during that silence my heart climbed to its peak in anxiety. I turned around when I heard Kenneth’s nearly inaudible clearing of his throat. His expression looked rock solid and threateningly serious as he began to open his mouth.

“So you’re taking care of Nancy and the baby now?” He asked Ron with pressure.

Ron nodded. “Yes, and I apologize for creating so much troubles before. I also apologize to you and Nancy for ever hurting and troubling you two. But the child inside Nancy’s stomach is my son, and it’s only fair that I take care of her and my baby. I’m sorry Kenneth.” I heard Ron’s every word role out with sincerity. Now all that’s left is Kenneth’s reaction.

“Why and how am I supposed to trust you after the many times that you changed your mind and hurt her?”

“I know I was stupid before, but I’ve reached the point in life where I’m firmly standing on my decision. Kenneth, I’m going to stand with Nancy and the baby no matter what. I’m just here to inform you of my decision, not asking for your permission.”

“I understand, but what about your fiancée?” Kenneth asked. That moment, I could feel Kenneth’s rise in pressure as he clenched his fist tightly together.

“I’ve already hurt two women in my life. It’s time I make my decision before I cause neither one of them any more pain. Sooner or later Bernice will find out, and I’m planning on telling her everything after I talk to you.”

Kenneth only nodded. His movement was forced and tense.

“Tonight I’m only here to apologize and inform to you our news. I’m also here to ask of what I can do for you, to thank you and pay you back for taking care of Nancy and my child for so long.”

“You want to pay me back?” Kenneth asked, looking up. My heart froze once I heard the quick crack in his knuckles. Suddenly, faster than lightning, Kenneth brought his fist up and swept Ron across the face, causing a loud, bone chilling crack, and leaving a painful bruise behind on his left cheek. I wanted to stop them, but I still felt frozen and unable to move. Kenneth suddenly spoke up. “That’s all I want. I would punch you more but I don’t want to worry Nancy too much.”

Ron straightened himself, flexing his jaw from the impact. I could see Ron’s tension building and fading with Kenneth’s words and his glance at me. “Thank you, and I’m sorry,” was all he said.

“I’m warning you Ron Ng. If you ever hurt her again, I will kill you myself.”

Ron nodded with great assurance. “I know, and I won’t.”

Kenneth turned and left quickly. As he turned around I saw him shake slightly to free himself of all the tension he built up in their quick conversation. I couldn’t help but feel relieved knowing Kenneth was okay after all. Now I can finally see that I only treat Kenneth as an older brother, and Kenneth treated me as a younger sister. I guess being siblings is great and there was nothing more I could ask for after everything that happened.
Ron’s arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me in closer to him. I could feel his soft little smile forming as he leaned his head gently on my shoulder. We breathed softly and stayed still in that stance for a moment, after I was finally freed of most worries.

“Does it still hurt?” I asked him, placing my hand gently on his bruise, careful not to hurt him.

He shook his head softly. “Not anymore,” he smiled, and leaned down to kiss me.

It started with a small and short kiss, lip touching lip. But then something inside of us pushed the feeling onward and slowly I find myself exploring the depth of his heart with my eyes closed. Ron was gentle and caring as his lips touched mine repeatedly. I could feel the protective feel of his arms tighten around me, making me feel like the safest person to ever walk the Earth. This was what it used to be with us, and I have a strong feeling that this was how it will be in our future. Behind our long and loving kiss I held a smile only Ron could see and feel.

~*~

[Raymond’s Point of View]

My emotions turned to pity after I watched Ron and Nancy’s charade of lips continue on. In my mind, I honestly felt joy and relief that this troublesome couple finally are together and seem sound on their decided ending. The pity in me came from the sight of a drunken Bernice Liu, kneeling on the ground beside my leg. I looked down speechlessly at her. There was nothing more I could say.

“You know I always felt jealous of her,” Bernice began. “Whenever I was with Ron, I could always feel that not all of him was there. It was like she’s had him in her hands all that time, even when she didn’t even appear before him. Nancy Wu makes me feel like a pathetic loser, and it just hurts so much to see them openly like this.”

I was trying to process out a word of comfort for my long time friend, but nothing came out. All I had was pity and sympathy for her.

“Raymond, do me a favor and don’t follow me.” She smiled bitterly as she picked herself and her half empty glass bottle up from the ground. She lingered for balance then used the brick wall beside us for support.

I nodded when she shot me a pleading glance. Following her was just what I would do, and since she’s asked me not to, I have to respect her decision.

Bernice slowly turned and walked away. Her footsteps seem to echo down the street despite the immense crowd of people already drowning her. I lost sight of her after a couple short minutes. Again, I was still speechless as to what I can say to Bernice. On one hand I felt sad for her that he left her even though she loved him so much. But on the other hand I felt happy for my close friends.

~*~

[Tavia’s Point of View]

The entire car ride echoed with a long, horrible silence that pained me deeply. I couldn’t accept the fact that this man sitting beside me was my father. It was all too sudden to learn that my father who was pronounced dead for twenty years of my life just suddenly show up again, living, breathing and laughing. I just wasn’t able to accept the thought one bit, and it hurt too knowing that I can’t force myself to accept my own father. I should be glad that he’s still alive, but why was the feeling inside me making this encounter so sudden and awkward?

“Thank you, you can stop here.” I turned to him as he spoke, and his every word came out with a relaxed smile that I had missed so much.

“Alright, have a good night though.” Those were all I could say to him.

“You too, and it was great meeting someone like you, despite the reckless driving part.”

“It was great meeting you too.” I felt pathetic as I watched my own father step out of my car knowing that those were all that I could say to him.

As he disappeared up the staircase of the apartment building, I sat back in the leather seating of my car and sighed. I didn’t know what I want, and I was starting to think that what Damian said was true. I am weak, and I can’t stand tall and alone when sudden surprises hit me such as this one. I leaned my head on my hand, blinking slowly and watching the footsteps of people passing by.
He was my father, I was sure of it. But yet I couldn’t bring myself to call him dad, and it pained me. Tonight’s encounter has brought yet another troublesome thought to my mind. The occasion should have been a perfect reunion for us, but yet I ruined it just because it all came too quick. I don’t know what I want anymore, and I fear that if this thought pushes forward, my confidence of beating Damian will diminish into absolute nothing. Dropping down my arm and just leaning back on the chair, I couldn’t help but take a glance across the street. Thanks to that glance, I caught sight of Damian. I caught sight of my very own uncle, quickly approaching the apartment building where my father had just disappeared in to. This was unbelievable. So Damian knew all along?

I didn’t know what got over me, but I found myself storming over to him.

“Tavia?!” He smiled awkwardly when he caught sight of me.

I could tell my expression was rough, and without control over myself I suddenly grabbed him by the collar. I placed force on the hold so he wouldn’t slip away, and with that I pushed him back, pinning him to the wall. With this sudden force, normally I would be glad because this was how I used to be, before Raymond. Yet at the current moment, all I could think of was my demand for an explanation.

“What are you doing?” he asked me.

“What is going on? I just gave my father a ride home! After you and everyone else lied that he was dead for twenty years, what is going on?!” I couldn’t help myself, I was yelling at him. Tears came to my eyes but the anger that I’ve been lied to and played for twenty long years held it all back.

The look in Damian’s eyes were hurtful, because he knew everything. The color of his face flushed to a ghostly white as he swallowed hard and looked me in the eyes. All I was waiting for and wanting was an explanation. If my father was here, what about my mother? What else are all these greedy liars keeping from me?

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