With characters entangled in the web of secrets, vengeance, uncertainties and mistaken identities... Rhea and Claire vowed never to love. Growing up in a household of shitty fathers, they believed all men are scum. But what happens when two men surfaced and changed their thoughts and beliefs? While so many unbelievable secrets unfold and identities revealed... Would love scale through?
"Rhea, could you please get the door!" Laura's voice rang across the entire house.
"Yes mum, I will" Rhea ran down the stairs dressed in her white oversized night shirt that only managed to reach her upper thigh. The shirt had a big drawing of SpongeBob in front of it.
Her bird nest of a hair was lazily gathered up in a dirty ponytail. If you guessed correctly, then she had not taken her bath yet and even had a dry drool running from her cheeks to her forehead.
In actual fact, she looked horrible!.
She skipped her way to the door and pushed it open then—
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!"
She yelled and closed the door with a loud thud without giving the person outside a chance to speak or enter.
When Laura held the noice, she naturally abandoned all she was doing in the kitchen and dashed out.
"Darling, what is it?" Laura asked Rhea worriedly.
"Mum, I think I saw someone— no, I think someone saw me!" Rhea said, her face paled miserably.