Whisper Destiny

Chapter 13

~ Natasha ~

As the night stretched endlessly, sleep remained an elusive dream, slipping through my grasp like sand in an hourglass. The weight of my father's revelations bore down on me, unraveling the tapestry of memories woven with Nick over the years.

Every scene, every shared moment played out in vivid detail, like a silent film projected against the walls of my consciousness. Part of me yearned to dismiss my father's claims as mere fabrications, desperate whispers of a troubled mind. Yet, upon closer examination, the pieces of the puzzle began to align, forming a mosaic of unsettling truths.

Nick's entrance into my life had been nothing short of serendipitous, a carefully choreographed dance orchestrated long before our paths ever crossed. His effortless understanding of my likes, my dislikes, my very essence, hinted at a depth of knowledge that bordered on unnerving. It was as though he had studied me with meticulous precision, crafting the perfect illusion of compatibility.

But beneath the veneer of romance lurked shadows of control, subtle yet unmistakable in their presence. Nick's possessive grip encircled me like invisible chains, dictating who I could befriend, where I could go, even how I could think. In his world, I was a puppet, dancing to the whims of his manipulation, isolated from any semblance of independence.

How come I too blind for the past 2 years.

And yet, amidst the turmoil, a part of me clung desperately to the hope that it was all just a misunderstanding, a cruel trick of fate. But deep down, I knew better. The evidence was irrefutable, but I still wanted to give Nick one last chance, under the name of our love.

"Knock, knock... anybody home?" Chase's voice pierced through the silence like a beacon of familiarity, offering solace in the midst of turmoil.

"Come in, Chase," I replied, my voice betraying the turmoil that churned within.

With a gentle creak, the door swung open, revealing Chase's familiar figure, bearing a tray adorned with breakfast delights. A fleeting smile graced my lips at the sight, a bittersweet reminder of the unwavering support that he had unfailingly bestowed upon me.

"You don't look any better than yesterday. Do you want anything else aside from this delicious meal?" Chase's teasing remark danced through the air, a fleeting attempt to lighten the heavy atmosphere that enveloped us. I could only muster a glare in response, the weight of my emotions too burdensome to entertain jest.

Silently, I began to consume my breakfast. Chase remained by my side, a silent sentinel amidst the tumultuous currents of my thoughts.

"So..." His voice hung in the air, full with unspoken questions, his gaze a silent plea for insight into the turmoil that besieged my soul.

"I want to meet with him," I finally uttered, each word heavy with the weight of my shattered dreams. A solitary tear traced its path down my cheek, a silent testament to the anguish that consumed me.

"I think it's fair for him to defend himself," I continued, my voice barely above a whisper, the echo of my own uncertainty reverberating through the silence. Chase nodded, his expression a mask of empathy.

********

I invited Nick to have dinner with me, in Grand Grayson Hotel restaurant. One of the most popular restaurants under Grayson's and also in town. I've book private booth with great view of the town for both of us.

I also requested for my parents to be there. I'm not sure what I'm trying to prove but, tonight is the night for me and Nick, either we make it or not to the next step.

I wearing an ankle length red dress, with a slit to my tight, and being complement with my red sexy shoes, try to bring out the confidence in me.

When I arrive at the restaurant, Nick already there. He look handsome in his light blue round neck shirt with a grey jacket. In other time, I will jump straight to him but tonight, I try to compose myself.