Your Driver Is Waiting Novels & Stories

Helen's Point Of View: As we approached Xander's sleek black car, the driver stood waiting, his posture perfectly straight and professional. He opened the door smoothly as we neared, and Xander motioned for me to enter first. I slid into the soft, cool leather seat, followed by Xander, who settled beside me with his usual calm demeanor. The driver closed the door with a quiet thud and quickly moved to the front of the car. His movements were precise, almost mechanical, as he took his seat and glanced at Xander through the rearview mirror, waiting for instructions.

But on the right side, near a cluster of rusted barrels, a small metal door sat cracked open. “I’m getting out here,” I said. The driver didn’t kill the engine. “You sure you don’t want me to wait?” “If I ask you to wait, the meter keeps running.” I tried a smile. “You’ll get rich off one woman’s stupidity.” He tightened his grip on the wheel. Something flickered across his face, a mix of exhaustion and sympathy I never asked for.

I smiled politely and took a step forward, ready to follow him. "And why did you take so long?" Sebastian's calm voice stopped all three of us. The driver immediately straightened. His relaxed expression disappeared almost instantly. "My apologies, sir." His fingers tightened around the car keys. "I had to refuel the vehicle." "That should've been done last night." "...Yes, sir." The driver's head lowered another inch. "I overlooked it." "You kept her waiting." Sebastian pointed sternly. "I understand, sir." He nodded quickly. "It won't happen again."

Looks normal to me, palace rules I guess. But the carriages are not moving at all and the iron gate is not opening up for anyone to pass. Something is going on! Our driver got off and asked me what to do. "Luna, shall I inquire about what's going on?" He asked for my permission. "Yes please. We will wait here," I said. I watched the driver walk ahead. Suddenly I felt anxious. A twisted feeling in my stomach. The driver returned and said, "Luna, we have to wait for a long time if we want to pass the gate."

One white car. One blue car. The blue car was leading. And whoever was driving it was good. Very good. The gap wasn't shrinking. Alina pushed harder. The silver lines on her car glowed faintly. The system appeared. [ARCHIVE VEHICLE RESPONSE ACTIVE] Alina frowned. She hadn't seen that notification since returning. "Why is it doing that?" No answer. The car accelerated slightly. Not enough to be obvious. Enough to matter. She closed the gap. The blue car noticed.

In the ward, only white curtains stirred in the wind. On the desk lay a signed divorce agreement. Jason stood in the empty ward, crumpling the agreement. His assistant ran in, panting, his forehead beaded with sweat. "Mr. Smith, I already had someone suppress the news, but the audio recording is spreading rapidly." Jason took a deep breath, the panicked look in his eyes fading into condescension. "No need to look for her. Cancel all her supplementary bank cards. The Woods have been relying on their deals with Smith Group to keep their business afloat. She's throwing a fit because she wants me to drive Susan away."

"The entire clan is already at the packhouse waiting for your arrival." "See you soon madre." The line went dead after that. I tapped gently on the partition, signaling to the driver who was seated on the driver's seat to commence driving. As the engine roared to life, I reached for the bottle of water beside me and uncorked It, taking a large gulp from it in an attempt to relieve the ache but It was no use. As soon as the water was down my stomach, the burn was back. A growl of annoyance slipped past my lips.

Suzy took out her phone and found the driver's WhatsApp number. "Hello, thank you so much for last night! I was wondering if you have time. I'd like to treat you to a meal to thank you in person!" After a while, she received a reply. Driver from Windsting City replied, "Sure, but you'll have to wait a bit. I'm currently busy." "Okay, take your time! Let me know when you're free."

“Just get down here and suffer with me already” I stare at the words and shake my head. For a man who claims to hate waiting, he sure answers fast enough. I type again. “Give me a minute.” My thumb hovers over the screen for a second before I send it. My heart drums hard against my ribs. The reality of what waits outside presses in on me. The driver steps out and circles the car. My door opens with smooth precision. Noise rushes in immediately. Voices. Shouts. The rapid fire crack of camera flashes.