As Weston reached the neighborhood community park, he whirled a smug Fiona around to face him. "Why did you have to lie to Fran? This isn't a date? You know we don't do dates, we only fight," growled Weston furiously. Fiona's smug smile grew wider. She knew why she did it. She never did anything without purpose. She knew Francesca would rub it in that kid's face and her little heart would break again. "We can date for a change, Weston, can’t we? " she suggested. "Never. You know that I don't love you. You wanted to make out a bit and I was okay with that but you spiked my drinks and took advantage of my intoxicated self a few times at my house. Did you take advantage of me, Fiona? Why did you moan unnecessarily?” he asked furiously but one look at Fiona’s smirking face gave him hi

"Thanks a lot, uncle William but I haven't come to live here forever. I just wanted to see my family, that's all. Now that I've met you, I'll return to my country," she told him with a smile. She didn't want to give him the false notion that she was here for the money. "How old are you?" Asked her uncle, giving her a thoughtful glance as he opened a drawer and flicked through its contents, "Eighteen, " she informed him."Have you enrolled in a college?" He asked with concern. "Yes, I was majoring in English Creative Writing, " she informed him. "How will you bear the expenses of your education?" He asked with concern. Isabella looked down at her hands. She had not thought about that yet. 

It was easier to think of ending one's life than actually doing so. Weston unconsciously rode towards Cody's house. It was a childhood habit of his that whenever he was upset, he would land up there and spend a few days with him to feel energized again. However, in his dazed and heartbroken state, he was too absent-minded to notice a speed-breaker on the road and lost control of his speeding motorcycle. Before he could realize what was happening, in a split second, the motorcycle crashed onto a wall nearby and he was flung off with force. The moment he hit the ground the motorcycle fell upon his legs with full force, crushing them. The excruciating pain on his legs made him lose consciousness instantly. All the people passing by gathered around, and someone called for an ambulance. David Gray had just maneuvered his car out of his house when the neighbor's son came riding up to him upon his motorcycl

Three Years Later  "Don't they look just like you both used to when you were babies?" Asked an ecstatic Henrietta Gray looking at Hudson's two-week-old twin boys, Carson and Easton. "Yeah, Easton looks like me," said Weston, proudly. Hudson grinned."Then you look after him. I'll look after Carson. Sophia can take a break," said Hudson. "Sure. I can do anything for Easton. He's mine, bro," said Weston, rocking his little nephew in his arms. His mom and Hudson shared a look as they looked at him tenderly. Life had been so very harsh on him. The last three years had been a major battle for him. It took him a year to get back on his feet and another six months of exhaustive physiotherapy to walk normally again. But he never gave up hope and patience and worked hard

A tired Isabella reached John F Kennedy International Airport by evening to board her flight back to LA. The whole of last week she had been too busy with back to back book promotional events at Washington, New Jersey, and New York. However, the moment she had landed here in New York, memories of what had happened five years back had hit her with full force. She hated New York but work was work and there was no escaping it. She boarded her flight and closed her eyes to relax.  She had never thought that ‘Faded Dreams’ would get so much love and recognition when she wrote it. In fact, she had never dreamed of ever publishing it but last year when Tiffany found her diary in her absence. She liked what she read and sent it to her uncle who owned a publishing house.  They published it without her permission and within a year it topped the list of bestsellers in the country. There ha