Chapter 1
1240 Words
(Arianna POV)
[7 years later]
"Noah Milo Davis!!" I shouted angrily as my 6 year old froze.
He turned and looked at me, scratching the back of his neck.
"I'll give you 5 minutes to clean your toys and meet me in your bedroom," I said sternly as his eyes wide.
He swiftly cleaned his toys and then ran to the room with me trailing behind. Entering the room I saw him sit at the end of the bed showing me his adorable innocent face.
I rolled my eyes and crossed my hand over my chest.
"That face of yours is not going to get you out of trouble, mister," I said my face void. He sighed and tears started to fill his eyes making me roll my eyes again.
"Neither will your fake tears" I said as he huffed.
I swear for a 6-year-old this boy is too damn smart.
"Why did your baby sitter call me and quit her job? What did you do this time?" I asked frustrated.
"She was bad, mummy," he said as I huffed.
"Just like all the other ones who came?" I said as he nodded his head quickly.
"They are all bad," he said making me sigh.
"Noah. We can’t keep changing your nannies." I said as I sat next to him. He climbed onto my lap and hugged me tightly.
"But I don’t want a nanny. I want my mummy" he said as his voice started to quiver.
"Baby boy..." I said as I raised his head to look at me. I wiped away the tears that stained his beautiful dark blue eyes.
"I’m sorry mommy spends less time with you. But I have work. And I should work to keep buying my favorite baby boy presents" I said smiling at him.
"But mommy" he started but I shushed him.
"How about tomorrow we go to the park. We will spend the whole day together, just you and me" I said kissing his forehead.
He kissed my cheek and smiled brightly, all excited.
"Yay!! The park!" he shouted happily as I laughed.
After making him dinner, I put him to sleep before going to my room through the door that connects our room.
I sighed as fell flat on the bed tired of all the event that took place.
I grab hold of the necklace that lay around my neck and raised it in the air.
'Mine' was what it was written in the locket. I opened the locket and ran my hands through the writing.
'Allister' was written on one side and ’Arianna’ on the other. The middle had a heart carved in it.
And just like always a warm and strange feeling fills my heart making all my worries go away.
7 years ago I woke up alone in this big house. I had no idea how and why I was here but I felt a strange attachment to this place. Like it holds many memories. Many emotions
The house was surprisingly named after me along with a million deposit of bank money. I haven’t touched the bank money (well except for the time when I was pregnant) but I stayed at this house. Somehow I couldn’t let this place go.
A week after this happened I started getting nausea and tired. I ignored it and started working as a fashion designer in a small company.
During my work I fainted and was taken to the hospital, only to know that I’m 1-month-old pregnant. After that life was hard.
I don’t know who the father is but I have the gut feeling that it is this Allister guy. But I couldn’t remember an Allister in my life. I even asked my friends and one’s I know but they too were blank.
Being an orphan I was alone living in this big house. I, myself, tend to my craving, decorated my baby's room and lived through the contraction pains. I couldn’t work at that period because no one was ready to accept a pregnant woman, so I was forced to use the money in the bank.
But once my baby boy was born, once I met with his beautiful mystical dark blue eyes all my loneliness and pain washed away and a new form of determination rose.
Determination to work hard and raise my child healthy with anything he desires.
For a year I opened a small boutique displaying my handmade designs. One day I caught the eyes of Mrs. Juliana Flare, the CEO of 'RedRiver Allure', the most popular and uprising clothing company. After 2 years, I started to work as their model because she found potential in me to be one.
Ever since then my life was easy with my earning but that also meant less time with my baby.
I sighed at that thought. I have to make up to him for this.
**********next day************
"So Rockabye Baby Rockabye! I’m going to rock you! Rockabye baby don’t you cry!" we both sang out loud ignoring the stares from the car next to us.
The signal turned green as I turned to the left. My phone started to ring and I parked my car to the side and turned the radio off.
"Mommy!" my son shouted annoyed as I gave him an apologetic smile.
"Hello, Mrs. Juliana" I answered to my boss. I sighed as she said the exact words I dreaded to hear.
"I’m sorry but the dresses for the next shoot have come. They need you to try it on so they can confirm the size today itself. Please come in fast" she said as I said an ok and end the call.
I nervously looked at my son who stared at me with an angry expression.
"You promised," he said his voice quivering a little.
"I’m so sorry baby. It’s just a 1-hour visit. We can just drop in my company quickly and then go to the park. I promise your favorite cake too" I said as he nodded although he was still glaring.
I start my car and made my way to the company, my eyes contently moving to him. I put on the radio and started to sing hoping he would join but it was silent.
I turned it off and sighed.
"Mommy is really sorry for this," I said but he was still silent.
"Noah...." I said looking at him and failed to notice the signal turn red.
A series of horns were heard before I saw an SUV run straight towards me. I turned my car trying to dodge it but was hit hard from my side by a truck.
"MOMMY!!!!" I heard him scream as I grabbed his hand and pulled him close hoping to shield him.
I felt the glass pieces cut through my body as the car flipped before falling on the ground.
My vision starts to blur and I could hear my baby crying for me.
"The car is going to explode!" I heard a man's muffled voice.
I kissed my crying child's forehead before I welcomed darkness into my eyes.
But before I close my eyes I saw us being engulfed in blue light that formed a sense of warmth which was strangely familiar.
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