The diary

Ivan

I sat in my office thinking about the letter that I found. I was beyond shocked that I never noticed that. I wonder if situations would have been different if had noticed it earlier.

Would the relationship of Camilla and me like friends or like strangers? I really can't believe that all my hatred for Camilla was just a mere misunderstanding.

How come I never understood this? How come I never understood Camilla? Is this why she left me? Cause I never tried to understand her, her problems, her past. I knew she was abused but I didn't asked. Should I had asked her and comforted her?

Is that why she chose Ashton over me? Because he looked towards life in a different way? He tried to understand other's situation even when they hurt him? He loved unconditionally without asking for the same?

Releasing a deep sigh, I finally decided what to do. I will fulfill Ashton's wish to give Ash a father and help Camilla in the case. And though I don't deserve her I will try to find someone to make her happy, as much happy as Ashton wished her to be.

Okay, this is how it's gonna end. This is how this story of contract, love, hatred, longing, marriage will end. This how the story of Mr. And Mrs. Billionaire is gonna wrap up.

I heard someone open my cabin and entering aggressively, without even knocking. I turned around only to find my own brother standing in front of me. Why is he back? I hate him.

"Hey, bro. Long time no see."

In school he used to taunt me . Now, he will do that again. I am traumatized. It haunts my soul. In late night that dream, that picture of me wearing a underwear with pink hearts on it posted online. The laughs, they laughed at me for four months straight,the laugh which couldn't be controlled.

Camilla used to ask him which colour of underwear I wore. My teacher advised me to eat more because I was looking skinny in that picture. And all this insult, making fun was all because of him, only him. He was a monster.

The nice and behaved child from outside and inside a cunning fox ,which is now a cunning lawyer.

I glared at him not being able to control it. He laughed. This bloody bastard had the audacity to laugh. I threw a file at him and he dodged it. Ugh. I hate him.

"Come on, bro. You still angry. Just because of a cute photo. You know girls die for pink."

He exaggerated. And then kept a diary on my table and I looked suspiciously at him. But he smiled and it was sincere. And it scared me.

"Jason told me about the relation of you and Camilla. And also how Ashton and Camilla 'betrayed' you. You need to know something. Because the darkest spot lie under the candle. The darkest secrets lie in obvious incidents.

This diary belonged to Ashton. After his death, his dear father threw his stuff and of course I collected it. Since, collecting precious things is my hobby.

This diary is untold story of misunderstandings, emotions , suffering and comfort. This is an untold story of an angel, which remained hidden from the world.

I curiously took the diary and opened the page which was bookmarked.

Yesterday when interrupted me just when I was giving myself away to the water, I felt it. I felt grateful. In these years I never felt grateful to someone for saving my life. Why would I be grateful to someone for saving something useless , something unwanted? But this time I felt it.

Was it because she made the dying hope in my heart alive again, it started beating again. Oh, this foolish heart of mine. Even though I am feeling the hope beat rapidly within my heart, I won't let it lead me to false imaginations of having a family, warmth and a life full of love.

I will no longer wish to have attachments. How can someone have attachment with a living person, when they have no attachments with life anymore.

I turned to next page.

Today is the day, Camilla was going to Ivan's house but she didn't mention it, I also didn't inquire about it. She asked me to play some songs on piano for her in the morning. so I did as told. As the song finished and I opened my eyes, I saw Camilla was on her knees in front of my stool. I looked at her curiously, she took my hand in her's and said

"I want to say something to you."

"Go ahead"

"Can I have some of your time for a...date, maybe."

I nodded.

"What is there to ask about? I will never refuse to whatever you ask. I will always try to fulfill it."

"Why? Cause you are mine?"

She giggled. And my heart stopped.

"Wh.....What?"

"Relax, I was just joking. Your line was very cheesy and usually after these lines this is what comes out, that's why I said that."

She stoop up.

"Okay, then we will meet today, at 7 p.m. Right here, next to the kitchen counter. For our date.... Cause I am lazy to go out."

She said in a determined tone and left.

A tear slipped from my eyes.

Why? Was that what I wanted. For her to call me her's. But not as a joke. Sincerely. I want her to ask me for dates and I want us to be together. I harshly wiped my tears. I will never have false hopes, I can't have them.

..........

I looked at myself in the mirror, and I don't know why but, I just had to get ready.

I came out of my room to find the whole house decorated with lights

Camilla smiled at me sitting on the kitchen stool. I approached her to find all types of chocolate treats and nervously smiled at her .Glaring at me she took two plates of pasta out and kept it on the counter.

"I didn't ask for it."

I explained.

"Yes, i know."

She replied sulking.

We started eating together and I glanced at her continuously eating chocolates.

When we finished she gave me a satisfied grin .

"Mom would have never let me eat all that together"

She stood in front of me and then asked

"Can you stand up please?"

I stood up and then she kneeled down in front of me.

Holding a chocolate cupcake in front of me, she asked again

"Will you be my boyfriend, Mister?"

I giggled and sat down.

"Well, that would be a great way to propose someone like you, Miss, Chocolate lover."

She looked at me bewildered.

"Won't you answer?"

"What answer?"

"The answer to my proposal."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes, I am. I am hundred per cent serious."

"You already have a boyfriend."

"I broke up with him."

"WHAT???"

How can she break up with Ivan?

"How can you do that, Camilla? He loves you."

"But I don't"

"No."

I answered.

"Think about Ivan first. You can't break his heart like that."

I said leaving but she held my arm tightly.

"Why? Am I not good enough for you? Is this your way to reject me?"

I held her shoulders and made her sit.

"No, Camilla. Think about Ivan first. He loves you. It shows in his eyes when he looks at you and I am pretty sure you love him too."

"It was just an attraction and its over. Why don't you understand? I like you, I like you, I like you, I like you, I like you."

I held her face to stop her from screaming. She kept glaring at me. I made our foreheads touch and said.

"I like you too, Camilla."

I said.

"But think about Ivan first"

I whispered this part so she don't get mad again.

"We will talk about this later"

I finished and entered my room leaving her alone.

My hands automatically led me to the next page.

Early in the morning when we returned from Ivan's house . I tried to ask the reason of their fight but before I could do so, she rushed to washroom and I could hear her sobbing.

When she came out, she was wearing her school dress. She quickly grabbed her backpack and rushed out of the house, I followed her but she stopped me and left.

The whole day went by just thinking about that incident. I hope they didn't fight because of me, I was already so useless. Now, I don't want to become a reason for two people to fight.

It was time for her classes to end. So, I decided to pick her. When I arrived at school , I saw her being surrounded by some girls.

I approached her closer, and heard them

" You are a slut aren't you, breaking Ivan's heart and sleeping with your music teacher. Gosh! You are the worst "

"Yes, I am a slut, but atleast I am not mcdonald's like you,your legs who are open 24/7.

Camilla retreated and walked past the girls to notice me.

She ignored me and paced faster towards the car. I followed her, also fast paced.I entered the car to find Camilla crying. My heart ached at the sight of her weeping. Holding her shoulders I turned her towards me.

" Don't listen to them Camilla. I am sure Ivan would have never told anyone, they are just making up stories."

I hugged her saying that. I trusted Ivan when it comes to Camilla. He will do anything but never hurt Camilla.

"Is that why you keep rejecting me?"

She asked me and I looked at her confused.

"That is why you didn't accept me right. Because you think the same, because you think I am a slut. I am a slut, aren't I?"

I wasn't able to control my emotions. I wasn't able to hear this. I held her face roughly in my hands and smashed my lips on her's.

I closed the diary shut and put it on the table. My eyes getting watery. I was aware of the bullying Camilla recieved after we broke up. Because I was the director's son and everyone wanted to flatter me and be on my side.

But I never knew they had targeted her character. They had called her with those degrading names. I released a deep sigh trying to control my tears.

Ethan came towards me and held my head in his arms and whispered.

"Its okay to cry"

I couldn't control after that and broke down in tears. Sobbing ugly. I couldn't catch my breath. Like I forgot how to suck air. I cried leaning my head towards my brothers torso. I cried. In my heart there is an ache, an emptiness that has driven me to the verge of tears.

I sobbed heavily ,muttering

"I sho....should have be..been there. I should ha..have supp..supported her"

"I was use...useless. I nev..never deserved her, nev..Never"