Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

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Richard smirked and did not protest. After turning the page, he saw three-year old Angela who was a

pretty little girl dressed in a princess gown. She looked adorable.

As Richard sat there flipping through the photos, he began to yearn for a daughter -one that would be

as pretty and cute as Angela was. He would spend the rest of his life loving her and protecting her.

“Let’s have a daughter! One that looks just like you,” Richard said hoarsely. Angela smiled. “Alright.”

They continued to look at photo after photo as Angela described the event or story behind each one.

It was now afternoon. Ruka spent the entire morning reading in the study. All of a sudden, she recalled

the little kitten she saw with Ren the last time. He didn’t take it home with him. Did he leave it at a pet

store for them to take care of it on his behalf?

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She spotted a notebook that looked rather old. It stood out among the other books, so she reached out

to grab it. She yanked on it too hard and it slipped out of her grasp.

Although she managed to catch it before it fell to the ground, a few photos still fell out and scattered on

the floor. Ruka gasped in surprise when she saw the photos. They were photos of her when she was

little.

After picking them up to take a closer look, she realized they were photos taken of her when she was

four or five years old. Why did she not have any recollection of it?

The toddler-sized her had a rather pompous and overbearing expression on her face. She was

surprised that Ren had these photos.

“Why did he keep these ugly-looking photos of me when he could’ve kept nicer ones instead?”

grumbled.

She sat down and began to look through the notebook. However, she realized that it wasn’t his

notebook. Instead, the notebook was filled with squiggly lines and scrawled writing that seemed to have

been done by a three-year-old.

A lightbulb went off in her head. A three year-old? Was it me? Is this mine from when I was learning

how to write back at Husson Residence?

True enough, after flipping through several pages, she found a barely readable scribble of her name,

Ruka Singed.

Her heart skipped a beat. Ren must have taught her how to write when she was little. As she continued

staring at the writing, her heart grew warm.

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It was possible to find traces of love etched in time, after all. Ruka rested her chin on her hands and

thought about how well-hidden Ren’s love for her had been. If it had not been for that, she would have

at least sensed something sooner.

This was all well and good, but Ruka could still recall how fierce he was when he lectured her all the

way home on that fateful day when she did poorly on her exam and got drenched in the rain.

She was vexed. He had seen her at all of her worsts, while he seemed to have been perfect all this

while. It felt like the star student was pairing up with the one who scored the lowest.

Eventually, she returned the notebook to its spot with the photos as well. She was going to pretend that

she never found this, but of course, she was not going to forget about it.

Ruka sent Ren a text about the cat. She wanted to know if he could bring it back for her to raise. Ren’s

reply was simple. ‘Alright.