Twist Of Fate: Three Little Miracles

“Hi…. Sir!” She greeted.

“It’s late already. ” She added upon noticing he was here to talk as he let himself quietly into the bedroom.

He looked around the interior design for a while before he sat down gently on the couch. He could sense the antipathy in Diana’s facial expressions. who wouldn’t be angry? He let her stay in the dungeon for a whole week. He then said, “Your children wowed me. They saved you from getting executed, and that’s pretty really impressive”. He praised the kids.

Diana blushed and wanted to say “Thank you ” before Mark could say another word but she was too late, “However, you’re not yet vindicated….” He added in-between.

“I hope you’re recuperating speedily already?” He paused for some time letting the question register in Diana, expecting some honest reply but she kept silent staring at him. Mark found himself concerned about her well being all of a sudden…,”What’s wrong? Why are you staring at me that way?” He inquired as he was getting uncomfortably comfortable with the way she was staring at him. She seemed to be in thoughts, she noticed the gentle tone at which he spoke and wondered, “Why does he suddenly act like he cares? What a good actor he is…” She thought. “He let me suffer for a crime I didn’t commit and probably I’d have been executed and punished by now… Thanks to my godsent children…” She exclaimed. “He even has the grit to suddenly start acting like he cares…. or does he in it’s actual sense?

“Don’t worry… I’m fine” she said warmly.

Mark was still uncomfortable with the reply he received and he furthermore pressed in but subsequently, he noticed how uncomfortable and unwilling she has suddenly become about disclosing information to him. Last time, he checked Diana was the typical carefree lady who wouldn’t hesitate to divulge an information when necessary.

“Alright… Since you won’t talk to me! I have to get going and have a good night rest!” Mark said and stood up.

Diana merely smiled faintly and said “Welcomed!”

And that was not the reaction Mark was expecting to get from her. He thought they had something ongoing, but who would be stupid enough to be in such ‘something’ when the other party doesn’t even trust her and even puts her in a dungeon?

As he was about turning to leave, Diana asked the question, “Why did you come here?” She knew Mark had an ulterior motive for coming to see her by this time and he has not yet stated it.

“I came because I missed y.. o– I came because I feel bad for what I made you passed through last week… But my hands were tied…” Mark heard himself say and apologize, his face were at the maximum peak of sincerity.

“Does he really care?” Diana asked herself when she heart felt the apology… She looked at him with an unremarkable surprised face.

“What if I actually is a traitor as I was accused of being?” Diana questioned. She knew how important it was for someone like the president general to put relationship aside and their duty over. She felt the question would remind Mark of how important that crucial guard policy was for him and as expected, he realized.

“Then…. I should get going. Praying you’re not the traitor!” He said.

“Thank you!” Diana responded and they both locked gaze. Diana soon felt her heart palpitating. “Why was it doing the ‘gbim gbim’ sound for this cold individual?”

Mark on the other hand was getting sweaty even in the air conditioned bedroom. Ever since he kissed Diana, something within him had rekindled or kindled anew like fueling a fire and he had been battling to put it in place before it starts controlling him…. And it was love.

“Why do I feel like That’s just one reason you came here for…..” Diana broke the silence.

“Actually, yea…. oh no, that’s the major reasons and the few others, I need my silver ring back and also thank you for your help so far, majority of our soldiers has recovered under your treatment and care!.. I really appreciate!” Mark explained….This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Diana gave a sheepish giggle like she is caught or bursted why sneaking out, she was obviously trying to hide her racing heart…

“Oh….” She gasped.

“Tha…. ank you!” She added, there is an unease in her gracious tone, more like her words can’t get properly articulated and it’s like it’s been disrupted due to the intense surge of emotions flowing through her.

“So?….” Mark gestured… for her to bring out the ring and give it to him.

“I don’t think I’ll be giving you the ring…. Not until I recover all my loss memory, my doctor said I’d…. It just needs the jolt it needed!” Diana explained bitterly and guiltingly.

“Please…! I need to attend a meeting with the mafia triad imperials of Sterling City and as the president general, I need the silver ring as my passcode. I think they might have figured I no longer have it. It’s been years since they last called for a meeting…” Mark explained. He seemed very serious at the moment. He received an electronic invitation just recently.

“Okay… Fine! But…. First, you’ll help me deal with my ex husband… I really do not want him to take away my kids if truly the DNA paternity test is not faked”… Diana quickly smashed a deal. She can’t afford her ex husband taking custody of her kids. She does not even recognize or take cognizance of him in anyway but she still felt the familiarity with him and was damn afraid he could actually be her kids father….

“Seems like a blackmail … but, no problem. Deal!” Mark agreed without giving it too much thought. He could easily talk to the Judge to be on the favour of Diana.

Mark then smiled…. He understood the plight of Diana perfectly but then a question popped into his head and he asked away…

“Why do you think he might not be the kids biological father?”

“Uhmmm .. not might, he definitely can’t be…” Diana quickly shut him off.

“So, you remember him now? Or still was having a sexual affair aside with him? With someone else?”. Mark pressed in..

“Noooo! How can you think of that…. I just… I … just feel he can’t be….. I’m not a type that can cheat….” She explained as she feared her crush, Mark was going to misunderstand the situation and certainly would be to her detriment, relationship wise.

“You don’t remember… But if the DNA paternity test result he sent are not fake… Then I guess I’m their father! That night…. You’re definitely the lady from that night….” Mark said and started towards her…

Diana’s heart skipped a bit… Could it actually be true? Lost in thought, it took her several moments to realize that Mark has been saying something to her. When she blinked at him, she saw a wry grin spread across his face. “What?” she asked, ungraciously. Then she suddenly remembered something he said and he then said…

“Well …. I don’t remember…. ” Diana replied with her face down this time around, she had been looking right straight into Mark’s eyes and admiring her in hear heart and mind and soul….

“The warmth of your lips…..- like the taste of vanilla- I still remember the sensation from that night… It’s same as I felt when I kissed you feew weeks back…. Anyways that’s that for that… Goodnight!” Mark said and then walked out.

Diana sat there and thoughts lingering over her head. The smile she wore from admiring Mark gradually faded. Maybe she would realize what an amazing man Mark was: how funny, how smart, how cool. Maybe they’d start dating. This idea filled her with a nameless horror. And then again, what was got her scared and dispelled of that thought was if Jake was truly her kids father.

For some reason a rhyme she clearly remembered she had learned as a child was repeating itself in her head.

You merely open your eyes; I see love.

You simply craft a smile upon your thin lips; I see delight.

You step slowly, gracefully towards me; my heart goes on a rampage.

You come closer and closer to me; I begin to have trouble breathing.

You reach for my pale, delicate hand…

I push you away.

I slowly brush the hair out of my eyes as I’m turning around, away from you.

Away from my fears.

For I am afraid of loving again.

I am afraid of many things

But falling into arms constructed of paper and sticks it what I fear most.

I fear of falling in love, and then falling into the ground once more.

Even though we are both youthful

Even though our dreams are not yet crushed by the brutality of reality

I fear to fall, yet I wish for love…

Nay, I desire love.

A love that will have the arms crafted of the strongest stone

A love that shall have both of us fall

A love that requires both of us to make it feel whole

A love that is eternal

Alas, I push you away

I push my chance with you away

Even though I see promising things within you

I see my tears when I see love in your eyes

I see woe when I see delight in your smile

My heart beats become fixed, yet ever more broken when you walk towards me

I have trouble breathing from awe, yet from fear when you inch even closer to me.

When you reach for my pale, delicate hand…

I push you away

Yet I wish I can hold onto it forever…

I fear of falling, yet I wish for love…

Remembering the poem made her realize her memory was coming back bit by bit…