Long Lost Love

Prologue

I ran my hand through my hair as I heard the news reporter continuously ravage my parents' image. The 'long lost love' scandal had been going on for a while now and I had to say having a scandal with the media was exhausting and humiliating.

"It is alleged that Mrs. Calvano might be the one who caused the alleged death of Cecelia Henstridge. An inside source claimed that it is not the work of Mrs. Calvano alone but it was also the work of her husband who wanted to get rid of her after the affair. The affair w..." I switched off the television in frustration and went to grab myself a cup of hot chocolate in my kitchen which always calmed me in situations like this which were not rare in my case.

The sound of my door opening and a person grunting and groaning loudly made me freeze in my footsteps. With everything that was happening, anything could happen so I was slightly paranoid about my surroundings. The person then trudged through my apartment advancing to the kitchen where I was. Thinking quickly I grabbed a knife without really looking and held it in front of me as if my life depended on it, which it technically did. The person I was being terrified of then emerged and I became aware of the person who was Mathew, my fiancé.

"Matt what the hell?" I screamed putting the knife down and it was then I realized it was a table knife.

Table knives can cause some kind of harm right?

"Sorry babe, why are you so jumpy? You've been on edge for a while now, talk to me," he pleaded while holding me into his arms with his eyes holding so much concern and sincerity. I immediately felt calm at his touch and I couldn't help the smile that slowly made its way to my lips. Matt always calmed me even when I was hot mess and I thanked the Lord he was my fiancé.

I sighed before putting my head onto his shoulder while mumbling, "The scandal with my parents is beginning to take its toll on me and I can't even find the perfect time to tell them about us. It's like everything is a mess now and I can't even on any social without media site without Cecelia fans harassing me and calling me, 'the slut's daughter' or 'the slut'. My mother didn't cheat but somehow she's the villain in all this."

"Time will be there for you to tell your parents about us and about the bad media you're receiving, eventually it'll die down. Isn't it they say today's news is tomorrow's history?"

I smiled and nodded while Matt let me go and handed me my hot chocolate which I had almost forgotten. It wasn't as hot though which just made me scowl at the cup. I hated cold chocolate.

"I could almost kill the Henstridge clan," I muttered through gritted teeth tightening the hold on my cup and I noticed Matt chuckling while making himself a cup of coffee.

"According to the media didn't faking a Henstridge's death cause all this?" he asked raising an eyebrow and I nodded with a loud sigh before absentmindedly sipping on the warm chocolate in my hands and throwing it in the sink in annoyance as soon as I tasted it on my tongue.

"How was work anyway," I asked him trying to change the subject while walking to the lounge with Matt beside me.

"Well we have a court case tomorrow morning at eight and everything else is fine I guess." I gave him a grateful smile while plopping myself on my couch and he blew me a kiss sitting next to me making me giggle and dramatically catch it.

"How's binge watching movies in your apartment and not coming to work?" he asked causing me to roll my eyes with a smile before I answered with a sarcastic very fun. As much as I didn't like going to work but spending time in my large, elegant and well designed apartment watching movies, I wanted to be out there with everyone else. I felt like a prisoner locked in my apartment all day.