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The Richling's Trip-Married To Mr. Rich Jerk 2

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"You don't feel anything. Do you?" She seethed pausing a bit as she suddenly came closer, looking at him; her eyes taunting him for a reason.

"You know it's not true." Finally, he chose to reply turning another way; not able to match her accusing, piercing gaze, "I don't want to hurt you." Yet, he managed to whisper heaving out a silent sigh.

"Of course," her response came out as derision, leaving him cheerless. Keeping the glass of alcohol away, she got up to leave. It brought different things while she was with him, "Oh come on, Mr. Parker, I'm not that naïve actually as I seem to be," she let out a satirical chuckle stepping away as he manages only a deep set of frowns as his response. "Never mind. My mistake though. I wouldn't repeat it." She muttered completely giving up; gulping the last sip of her drink. As she places the empty bottle away, she directly walks away, leaving him alarmed.

"I do not tend to repeat it," she deliberately repeated her last sentence in contempt; staring back at him and struggling to fight back her tears of anger mixed with hurt; while he just managed to look at her with what appeared like hope and love.

RYDEN PARKER, The name says it all about his power. He absolutely got everything. However, something made his heart weak and build these big and wide walls around his heart.

SARAH REEVES, Optimistic yet clumsy. But life's quite hard on her. Doesn't believe in fairy tales and fantasies. Her life changes when she meets the great, Ryden Parker, mysterious but an easy chap.

Is it a beginning of a Perfect Romance or is it going to be a fire ice relationship?

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1. Thoughts.
"Let go of the thoughts that don't make you strong." - Pinterest. CHAPTER-1. SARAH REEVES' POV: "A scoop of chocolate on the waffle cone, please." I smiled a little at the seller as he nodded taking out the cone. I tapped my foot internally humming to some random tune, which would be my song this weekend at my work. Although I am nothing like a pro with tunes yet, I managed to continue with it as my job. My left palm rooted against the chilled glass as I wait for my order to be finished soon. The glass counter in front of me fogged up just as I take in my shallow breaths. The furry long coat somehow cooperated with this freezing weather as I rub my palms against each other. However, it would turn difficult the moment I step out if this cosy Ice cream parlour. My gaze wandered around the area and it was quite a busy evening. Why not? It was a Christmas Eve and people are too engaged to even spare a glance at their surroundings. Of course, not everyone is alone and friendless. "Guess I'm lucky eh?" I murmured glancing upwards at oblivion. My stance was bothered when the guy from the opposite side snapped me out of my looming despair. Instantly paying for my frozen food, I walked out of the season's bakery. A small grin instantly added up to my lips when my attention drifted back on the mouth-watering plain chocolate cream; milky, dark and swiss. Surely, it might taste amazing with all the toppings, but without all of that, it's heavenly. It always makes me pleased, bringing back bittersweet memories. When there are no people to count on, I have this thing to rely upon when I'm upset, at times like these. The device in my pocket rang, disturbing my feeling with my favorite frozen dessert as I take out, only to find an annoying text from my sister. "If you're done partying, show your ugly ass at home. I can't stand with your mother and her questions any longer." The message read, again making me hard to forget about today being my day. Sighing, I ran my fingers across my random touchscreen phone, texting, "I'm not partying. Will be back soon. Just do me a favour. I would greatly appreciate if you give 'my mother' her meds and guide her to sleep. Thanks." Did I forget to add the step before the term sister earlier? Well, you have an exact idea now. No matter how hard my step-sister might act on me; even on my mother sometimes, I can't forget about the things she had done for us; I just cannot. That's not me. Although there was a spot of her selfishness yet I got a roof for myself and my mother because of her. Why are people so abandoned on Christmas? Probably, I'm being selfish now, thinking only about me by getting away from home for some time. I just wanted a bit more with myself. A girl can have a break from her regular unpleasant life though. I uplifted my face, glancing towards the sky letting the streetlight hit my face which was the only source of light in this dark unpleasant winter night. The moon was sheltered with murky looming clouds and the scenery in this empty surroundings was kind of mystifying. Feeling the instant cold breeze on my face, I pulled my hood cap closer, the fresh air was making its way right through my ears which might make me under par by tomorrow and my mouth was freezing, due to the ice cream, I had a few moments ago. Not a good idea of choosing something like that as my own celebration. At least not when I grasp cold easily. Spotting an empty bench under the big street light, I settled myself on it as I rub my palms against each other. The quiet and peaceful atmosphere of the park around here always works for me when my thoughts become impatient and irrepressible. I gazed at nothing in particular as my mind wandered in all the wrong directions making me heave out a silent sigh; reminiscing about everything that I probably should not. Again, I found myself tilting my head towards the sky mourning over something that happened in my life. Its only moments like these, when I actually find time to complain about my woes and anguish. However, soon, I found myself shaking my head to myself, to get rid of these weary thoughts that clouded my brain. Eventually, I decided to leave for home. I hummed my favorite song in an attempt to feel a bit cheerful, and advanced slow steps down the street. Damn! Could this day be worse! I cursed feeling the heavy droplets of the downpour on my head and arms. I rushed, taking long strides before the rain drenches me completely. A sigh of relief escaped my lips when I reached the door. Before I knock, the door busted open revealing my stepsister, Ella Reeves. I let out a little-forced smile, expecting for a small formal wish since it was Christmas or I don't mind a small smile either, which was too much to expect as well, as her eyes blazed with the fire that questioned me about my whereabouts. "Where have you been?" She asked placing her hands on her hips as her brows arched up, "Do you realize it has been over half day your job is done and still you show up at this hour of the night." She voiced in one breath. I work as a trainer during weekdays in case you all wonder. Therefore, does not really matter if I got a holiday or break so... "Let me in first, Ella," I speak in a dry tone rolling my eyes, as she finally makes a room for me to enter. "This isn't any lodge okay, it's my house and I think you know that I had set few rules before I let you stay in this place." Her words were falling on deaf ears as I tapped my foot edgily. I took a swift glance at her and found her already giving me a fierce stare. She likes to show herself better in front of us, especially me. For her, it's all amusing and fun to show her immature remarks and tantrums. While me, I only handled them till now. I don't want to compromise with Mom and her health. At least, we have a top to live in. If that gives her satisfaction to trouble me then I would surely let her win. I'm mature enough to let go. Letting go is what I have learned so far in my existence. Though, I walked in passing her. Before I could sit, her snapping voice again rang in my ears like an alarm. "Straight to your room, little sister. I can't tolerate. The couch is getting wet. I think you know that." And with that, she left to her room. Nice. I couldn't ask for more. She is a perfect sister, not to forget stepsister. I thought sarcastically to myself. I wish I had an own one, let alone a sister and a house. Then I guess instead of this contempt, I would have been welcomed with the pair of dry tissues to get rid of these water droplets which were all over my face and arms. Thanks, Mr. Reeves. You are a perfect father one could ever wish for! I mocked looking upwards at the ceiling as I shook wiping the traces of water away from my forehead and cheeks. Why the guy, whom I addressed as my father, had to be disloyal to my mother and start a new life with another woman. Or he was already married when he met mom, I can never know because Ella is a year older to me. However, his unfaithfulness only made my life difficult. All of a sudden one day, I happen to meet my sister, saying she would be living with us and then a couple more years later, the man just disappears like a thin snow. I don't even know if he's living or already dead. Lack of facilities turn a man so weak and my supposed father chooses to run away, like a coward. All I try to do is make sure not to be like him. Surely my days are difficult but I'm here facing them and dealing with people like Ella. Running away would be certainly the last thing on my list, not that I have other couple options. But still...anyway. Everything was taken away from us including the place which we called it our home; where I lived with my parents. Of course, we were affluent; well-off and loaded with stuff, but all of that was taken away following a few wrong moves by my supposed father. Now, I hate to address him as a parent. He really took a huge amount of debt from big and powerful companies and organizations. I thought he would fight back his problems. That's what we do. We don't run away, leaving our family behind. That's totally a gutless nature. What about Ella? Well, she's a part of our family now. My father brought her when her the other woman passed away. It was then we realized his unfaithfulness. I still remember the tension around the bungalow when she was being a part of it. Mom was hysterical. He did not want her to be called as an orphan, especially when he was still there. Though, Ella is such a pain but what can I do but to handle her crabbiness. This little house was her maternal grandfather's place. He lived here alone but after him, it belonged to her. Therefore, Just to equal the kindness and out of mercy, she somehow managed to bring us here and that was the last thing she ever did something out of humanity. But seriously, she needs to be tender. I have always only treated her as my family. "Sarah," I heard Ma's feeble voice calling me as I smiled at her turning her way. She managed to give me a napkin as she ran her free hand over my hair. And this only made me bring back those sad memories all over again. That's called a motherly love. Even in her anxious state, she knew I was shivering and is worried about me. I hugged her instantly as she chuckled very slowly though, as I buried myself deep inside her neck. Before I cry my heart out, I broke the emotional hug. "Promise me you would head straight to home once your shift ends." She demanded only to get a low chuckle from me. "I won't." I kissed her cheek as she scowled, "Even if I do, you won't remember about it the coming day." I said. I couldn''t help about the depression that was visible from my voice. Since the person left us, she isn't on her normal mind. She had only Dad and me to whom she called as the family. She had only my Nan that is her mother, who unfortunately left too, just a year or two after her marriage with my father. Mom neglected us after he decided to disappear from our lives. She started forgetting about things as well. All she had in her mind is thinking about her loss. Along the way, she forgot the fact that I was there, who needed her concern. I don't even consider her husband as my parent now. He's unknown to me. Somehow, even if he's back, which I'm sure wouldn't happen anytime in the coming future, still, if such a thing ever happens, I'm not going to forgive him at all. I shifted my gaze at Mom as her eyes twisted in displeasure. I chuckled, "I am not wrong." I shrugged as her brows went wide in realization. "I'm so sorry honey," she dropped a kiss on my forehead, "I was asleep when you..." She tried to explain but I cut it off. I knew what would come next. Apparently, it's rather hard for her to admit her mental illness. She would turn weak and frenzied if pressed on more about her weak points. Life was already hard but now after her infirmity, I had to take care of her all the time. I don't complain that I had to look after her, in fact, I love to do that, she is my mother after all. The only one to who I can call my own. But, I had to rush sometimes from the gym to here which is quite far from our home. The attacks she has to give ends my calm every time. Ella says I need to chill but I find it hard to do so. I just cannot. The place where I work is located in another area. I can't shift us there and this is the only place we got at this point in time. Taking away my upsetting thoughts out of my head, I cleaned the mess Ella created in my small closet. "Looks like, again she took one of my dresses before she went out to clubbing." I talked to myself as I stuffed everything inside and closed it forcefully. I need a shower. +++++ "Sarah, darling, come over here. I need your help with this speed. It's too hasty." A bitchy voice came from behind as I looked over to my shoulder. "Oh, she's already here?" I mumbled to myself upon noticing the same woman from yesterday. She is viciously irritating I tell you. According to Mrs. Devine, it's easy to work out and lessen this tremendous amount of fat she got and that too within a couple of days. I really hate to be judgemental right now, but it's high time now for her to acknowledge it. Just look at yourself, you could beat an elephant in terms of weight. I'm not problematic for her weight. What pisses me off is her troublesome behavior. She likes to refuse to do the things I suggest and has a direction of her own. That's not how people lose weight. We have a job here and they are supposed to consider us. However, shaking my head lightly, I approached her. "Yes Mrs. Devine, what now?" I uttered and I could not really help about the derision in my voice. "Ah don't be so exasperated dear," she tapped my arm carrying a crooked smirk as I mentally growled. Did I mention about my hatred for smirks? Well, you know now. "You don't get this, do you?" She asked frowning as I gave her a questioning stare. She sighed; continuing to attack verbally, "I have to look fabulous and I chose your employer's gym to shape myself. You should feel lucky." She giggled and trust me, it was so annoying. "Well, I don't," I muttered under my breath as she gave me a puzzled look. "Did you say something?" She inquired right back with a wicked grin around he lips. "Oh not at all," I replied smiling as sweetly as possible, obviously, a fake one. "Splendid!" She exclaimed with a hidden mockery. "'Cause if you have any problem, I could definitely plan about your exit dear." She smirked making me gaze at her in disbelief. Did she just openly threaten me? And what was that irritating smirk mean? Visibly rolling my eyes at her, I walked away from her. I like my weekend job more. Its fun as I sing in front of a group of unknown people, who actually appreciate my effort. I had no idea I could sing. I am still learning though. Those sessions during childhood with my distant parent are helping me to raise some amount after all. He was obsessed with the piano and singing and as miserable as it sounds, I used to like it when his tunes echoed on Sunday evenings as I invest my interest on it. Well, unfortunately, that's the only thing that manages to bring a smile whenever I think about that man. However, I had lost the sense of piano since it has been taken away too with all the other valuable assets, yet, I managed to get connected with my voice by getting myself contacted with a nice bar nearby. I pick up a song I think I know and I go up there, which is not that far from Ella's cottage and suck. They like it though. Why would they tolerate though if I really suck? I mentally laughed at myself and I hum the song that was going to help me for this weekend at the bar. "Somebody call the ambulance, quick." The sudden shriek from Anthony's room broke my chain of thoughts as I flinch. Anthony happens to be the owner of this place. I quickly strode towards his room as I witnessed everyone already panicking. Moving a bit more, I advanced a few more steps only to witness a lying Anthony completely passed out. "Leave everyone, you guys are blocking him from the air he needs." Florence, the manager yelled and my heart raced tremendously. He partially had a weak heart and survived a surgery. He is such a great man. I rushed out praying that he gets fine soon. **********

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