Arranged Marriage That Wasn't.
chapter 1
Welcome to another story.
This one had been on my mind, like literally for days, and I couldn't help myself anymore.
Damon Ashworth
Damon Ashworth
Age: 25 | Height: 6'2
Personality: Quiet, controlled, workaholic. Suppresses everything. Afraid of his own strength. Would do anything for the people he loves.
Likes: Peace, order, his family.
Dislikes: Losing control, hurting others, himself sometimes.
Denis Ashworth
Denis Ashworth
Age: 21 | Height: 5'10
Personality: Looks like he doesn't care. Cares too much. Hides tears behind laughter. Believes he was born to be alone. Terrified of intimacy.
Likes: His family chaos, teasing.
Dislikes: Himself, vulnerability, being alone.
Alister Ashworth.
Alister Ashworth
Age: 40s | Height: 5'11
Personality: Warm, loving, heart of the family. Accepts everyone. Makes sure everyone eats. But when he gets angry them boom.
Likes: Cooking, hugging, family dinners.
Dislikes: Anyone who makes his children sad.
Julian Ashworth
Julian Ashworth
Age: 50s | Height: 6'0"
Personality: Supportive, loving, proud. Trusts his sons.
Likes: Family, loyalty, peace.
Dislikes: Disloyalty, people who hurt his family.
Theon Vence
Theon Vance
Age: 21 | Height: 5'5"
Personality: Soft, quiet, apologetic.
Likes: Safety, kindness, warm tea.
Dislikes: Loud voices, being blamed, his family.
Clara Vence
Clara Vance ( Theon's Mother)
Age: 40s
Personality: Toxic, greedy, manipulative. Blames Theo for everything. Sold her son for money.
Likes: Money, control, attention.
Dislikes: Theon, being poor.
Lila Vence
Lila Vance (Theon's Sister)
Age: 20s
Personality: Toxic, greedy, selfish. Follows her mother. Blames Theo for everything.
Likes: Money, status, her mother.
Dislikes: Theon, being poor.
Tivner Kane
Tivner Kane
Age: 27 | Height: 6'1"
Personality: Bold, obsessive, mischievous. Not afraid of anything. Looks like a red flag. Actually a green flag.
Likes: Boldness, challenges,
Dislikes: His family.
Victor Kane
Victor Kane (Father)
Age: 50s
Personality: Greedy. Power-hungry. Wants Tivner to follow family traditions.
Likes: Power, control, his family's enmity.
Dislikes: Tivner, Ashworth family.
Selena kane
Selena Kane (Step-Mother)
Age: 40s | Height: 5'7"
Personality: Hates Tivner. Manipulative.
Likes: Control, power, traditions.
Dislikes: Tivner, Ashworth family.
Marlin Anton
Marlin Anton
Age: 38 | Height: 6'0
Personality: Warm, protective, patient. Adopted Drystiel at 25. Father to Drystiel.
Likes: Drystiel,quiet evenings, Someone.
Dislikes: People who hurt his son, conflict.
Drystiel Ryel
Drystiel Anton
Age: 21 | Height: 5'10
Personality: Stubborn, mischievous, fire. Would turn everything on fire. Best friend of Denis since middle school. Partners in crime.
Likes: Denis, chaos, making trouble.
Dislikes: Being ignored, people who hurt his friends, lies.
Elian Ryel.
Elian Ryel
Age: 35 | Height: 5'9
Personality: Warm, loving, mother of Trisver. Adopted Trisver when young.
Likes: Trisver, peace, Someone.
Dislikes: Conflict, losing people he loves.
Trisver Anton
Trisver Ryel
Age: 23 | Height: 6'1
Personality: Bold, obsessive, doesn't care about anything. If he wants something he gets it. Family Friend of Denis since childhood. Partner in crime. Brotherly bond with Denis.
Likes: chaos, winning, illegal things, Elian.
Dislikes: getting controlled, betrayals, lies.
Chapter 2.
The Rain came down like the sky had finally broken.
It wasn't genle or a soft shower. It was a kind of rain that soaked through everything.
And through that, Damon Ashworth drove slow.
Slower than he needed to. Slower than he should have.
Home was waiting. His father, hus mother would be already home.
His brother would be sprawled on the couch, pretending to scroll through his phone whole actually waiting for Damon to walk through the door.
This was his family, he loved, really loved.
And that was the problem.
Because they were his weakness. And because Damon couldn't be around them without pretending.
Pretending he's fine. Pretending he wasn't exhausted from work. Pretending he didn't spent every night lying awake in the dark, staring at the ceiling, wondering what was wrong with him.
Wondering that with people around him whi really loved him, still why he felt so empty.Wondering of he could ever feel whole. Completed.
He had been doing this since he was eighteen.
He gripped the steering wheel tighter. His knuckles went white.
The rain got heavier. The road blurred in front of him.
And he kept driving. Slow, Aimless, Lost.
Too close. Too sudden. Too bright.
Damon's foot slammed on the brake. His car skidded on the wet road. The tires screamed against the asphalt. For one terrible second, he thought he wouldn't stop in time.
His heart slammed against his ribs. His hands were shaking on the steering wheel. His breath came in short, ragged gasps.
Damon Ashworth
What the hell was that ?
He sat there for a moment, frozen. His mind was blank. The rain kept falling, drumming against the roof of his car like a thousand tiny fists.
Then he moved.He pushed open the door and stepped out into the rain.
The Cold hit him instantly. The water soaked his shirt, plastered his dark hair to his forehead.
He didn't care. He walked toward the other car, his boots splashing through puddles, his mind already forming an apology.
But before he could say anything—
The other driver got out first.
....
Sorry--I'm so sorry---I wasn't looking.
....
--I didn't see you---
The voice was soft. Breathless. Terrified.
And when Damon finally looked at him, he forgot how to breathe.
Damon Ashworth
( stilled )
Chapter 3
And when Damon finally looked at him,
He forgot EVEYRTHUNG almost how to breathe. Well.
That was the first thing he noticed.
Well its not that boy's fault, ut's Damons fault for being so tall.
Anyways so we were talking about that boy.
Small and thin, like a gust of wind could knock him over. His shoulders were narrow. His frame was delicate. He was wearing a thin jacket that did nothing against the cold, and he was shaking—not from the cold, but from fear.
His kin was pale, his hair was dark, plastered to his face by the rain.
Water dripped from his lashes, his eyes--wide, glassy, terrified, and when he looked at Damon, like he was waiting for him to be angry on him.
He was apologizing. Over and over again.
....
I'm sorry—it was my fault—I should have been more careful—
....
—I didn't mean to—I'm so sorry—
The words tumbled out of him, frantic and desperate, like he was used to apologizing. Like he had spent his whole life apologizing for things that weren't his fault.
He stood there, rain soaking him to the bone and stared.
He knew he should say something, anything. He should tell the boy, it's fine, he should tell him it was his own fault, he had been distracted that he wasn't paying attention.
But the words wouldn't come, because the boy looked up at him. And Damon saw it.
Not just the fear of the accident, something deeper, something older, something that had been there long before tonight.
The boy was terrified of him, not because Damon had done something, but because that boy expected to be blamed, to be yelled at and expected to be hurt.
Damon's chest ached slightly.
The boy stopped apologizing.
Damon Ashworth
It wasn't your fault.
The words came out rough. Broken. His voice sounded strange to his own ears.
The boy blinked. Like he didn't understand.
Damon Ashworth
It was mine, I wasn't paying attention.
Damon Ashworth
I almost hit you. It wasn't your fault.
The boy stared at him. His lips parted slightly. Confusion flickered across his face—the kind of confusion that came from hearing something you didn't expect. Something you didn't know how to process.
....
Your car---- ( he started but )
Damon Ashworth
---Is fine. Are you okay ?
The boy nodded quickly. Too quickly. Like he was used to saying yes even when he wasn't.
....
I'm sorry for the trouble—
Damon Ashworth
You don't have to apologize.
His mouth closed. His eyes searched Damon's face, looking for something. Deception, maybe. Or pity. Or anger lurking just beneath the surface.
....
( his voice faltered )
....
( he looked down at the ground )
Damon nodded. His throat was tight.
Damon Ashworth
Be carefull.
The boy looked up at him one last time. Something flickered in his eyes—something Damon couldn't name. Then he got back in his car, closed the door, and drove away.
Damon stood in the rain for a long time after he was gone.
Guys I was writting this rain scene and its literally imagined in my head with the background song " Janam Janam Janam sath chalna yuhin, qasam Tumhe qasam aa k milna yahin, ek Jaan hai bhaly do badan houn juda, merey ho k hameesha hi rehna kbhi na kehna alvida "
And the tune of this song. Fckkk
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