With that, Tiffany rose to her feet and started toward the door. And then she stopped, her feet falling into place.âDo you know why I came here?â she said. âI didnât come here because I thought Jackson was sticking his d**k into another womanâs coochie or whatever. I came here⊠because my best friend had not returned home despite the time, and I feared for her safety. I came here seeking help from Jackson. And in return for my kindness, you gave me this surprise... Heh.âTanyaâs pupils quivered before she willed them to stay still. Everything she had done up to this point would not brook a sliver of sympathy and guilt. Never again would she put herself in a spot to be gibed and mocked by others; she, too, wanted to be as radiant as all the cool girls in the city â the it-girl worthy of attention!Tiffany left, but Tanya chose to stay, busying herself with cleaning Jacksonâs house till it was spotless. Then, when her chores were done, she laid down next to the slumbering man, exhaus
Jackson expelled a breath from his lungs while his expression changed. âWhat⊠What did you just say? Tiffany knows about this? She came over here last night?â Tanya was a little taken aback by his reaction. The wound on the back of her hand was glaringâgory, evenâyet all he cared about was Tiffany...? Emotions roared within her chest. Before she could answer anything, however, Jackson sprung toward his car keys and the door, shouting on his way out, âLeave my house before I come back!â A few days of frequent drizzles ended with the last retreating patch of the tenebrous clouds above the Capital. The sun had broken out from the east of a sky cleared by its radiant splendor. Showered by its golden light, the city gradually woke as its bustling grew. However, none of these could shake Jackson out of his trance. All he thought about was Tiffany, as he thought about how they were never getting back together now, not after the disaster that was last night!He drilled his finger into
Tanya took Jacksonâs action as him being too embroiled in a precarious mental conflict to bother with her at the moment. In this state, staying in his place would bear her no development, so she left his house and went back to the apartment. She requested a half-day leave with Eric on her way home and returned to find Tiffanyâs possessions gone. The few things that remained were pieces of furniture too large and heavy to be lugged around, such as the double-door fridge Summer had gifted her. Tanya felt nothing, not even a ripple. She would have moved out herself had Tiffany not done it. There was no way the two of them could continue to live under the same roof after all that had transpired. Honestly, she felt happy that the woman was the one who left, for now Tanya did not have to spare some effort finding a new abode. She had not gotten enough sleep last night. Today, she was going to remedy that. She was going to slumber with the fulfilling knowledge that she had successfully
Arianneâs sense of foreboding increased. Whatever happened also involved Jackson as well now?She bypassed Lilianâs interrogation with some excuses and flitted straight into Tiffanyâs room.The woman in question was not sleeping at all. Instead, she was lying motionless on her bed, silent and still as a cadaver. Her eyes were puffy and unnaturally jutted out, suggesting that she had just recently bawled. Still, few could match in visual impact as the dried, untreated bloody cut on her forehead.Arianne took in a deep breath before taking her seat next to the bed. âWhatâs the matter, Tiffie? What happened to your forehead?â she cooed. âTalk to me, Tiffie. Youâre scaring me.âTiffany sniffled. Afraid that Arianne might go after Tanya, she fibbed. âItâs⊠I-Itâs nothing. I a-accidentally fell and cut myself, thatâs all. B-B-Because I saw Tanya⊠Tanya had sex with J-JacksonâŠ! Jesus, Ari, itâs so disgusting, itâs horrible, itâs breaking my heart, itâs filthy and wretched andâIt happened
Elusive sentiments flickered in Markâs visage. âUh, hem, well⊠You must always remember, Ari. Never paint all men with a single stroke, and everything always has an outlier, and not every man acts like thisââThe corner of Arianneâs lips twitched. âThat was totally not what I was asking at all! And also, damn, did you just throw your best bro under the bus like that? For shame, Mark. Anyway, I asked you if there was anything, you know, that is more than what meets the eyes in this whole deal. Could there be some kind of misunderstanding? Is it possible for Tiffie and Jackson to get back together after this ordeal?ââOh? Oh.â Mark sighed out of relief under his breath. âEr, that depends on the circumstances. From what I know, most men wonât be able to perform at all when overly drunk. From your telling, Tiffany mentioned that Jackson was so heavily imbibed that he basically passed out, yes? Then how could the allegation have happened? I highly doubt it. If sex did happen, it must be w
Jackson let out a sigh. âAlright. Iâll handle this myself. If thereâs nothing else, Iâve got to go.âArianne frowned after the phone call. âTiffie would have gotten back together with Jackson if this hadnât happened in the first place. Her life is far too complicated. Why wonât God give her any peace?âMark patted her shoulder. âIf I were Tiffany, Iâd never give Tanya the satisfaction. Iâd get together with Jackson anyway. Thatâll show her, let her see that her efforts were in vain, absolutely worthless.âArianne agreed, but knowing Tiffanyâs temper, sheâd never be able to do it. This scandal was another traumatic experience. She handed Aristotle over to Mark. âHold him. Iâm calling Tiffie.âMark stared at the little thing in his arms and mischievously murmured, âSee that? Your mommy doesnât want you anymore. Sheâs thrown you to me. Come and shower with daddy, okay?âArianne, who hadnât gone very far, turned around and slapped him on the back. âWho teases a baby like that? Just wa
Tanya twisted the corners of her shirt anxiously. âI donât know what Tiffanyâs told you. Youâre closer, so of course, youâd trust her more. I donât feel like explaining either. Itâs already happened anyway. What are you going to do about it?ââAre you implying that youâre hiding something?â Arianne asked. âTell me then. Donât worry, I wonât be unfair to you because of Tiffie. I just want to know if you did it on purpose. I know that Jackson certainly didnât do it on purpose. Besides⊠Did it really happen? He was extremely drunk. Itâs very suspiciousâŠâTanya bit her lip and replied, âYes, it did! It doesnât matter if I did it on purpose or not. It happened. Jackson and I had too much to drink, so it happened. Is that really all that strange to you? No one can say who did it on purpose under these circumstances. No one can wash themselves clean of itâŠââYou knew that things between Tiffie and Jackson were never truly over; they were still involved. Youâre her friend, so why did you ap
Arianne couldnât seem to see it as clearly as Mark, probably because of her youth. âI canât get used to it. This was a huge blow to Tiffie. It gets even more frustrating every time I think of it. Iâve lost my appetite for dinner. You eat. Give me the baby.âMark turned to the side, evading her reach towards the baby. âEat your dinner. What if you deprive little Smore of his milk? Youâre not alone now, as you have a little one to care for. You have to eat. Have a bowl of soup that Mary made in the kitchen. Hurry up.âShe really wasnât in the mood to eat, but she couldnât bear with Markâs nagging, so she forced a bowl of soup down her throat. That was the end of it.At night, the pair slept together during bedtime. Mark reached out to hug her as usual. She instinctively thought that he was trying to initiate conjugal relations and mumbled, âNot tonight, Iâm exhaustedâŠâHe laughed. âWhat are you thinking? Do you think that Iâm made of iron, as if Iâm not exhausted too? I just want to
Arianne had not heard that name for so long, she had to reel back in bemusement for a few seconds before finally remembering her face.Shelly-Ann Leigh⊠She must have spent all those years in the mental institution, right? God knows if the womanâs hair was now grey and white all over.When someone was near death, one could stand to forgive all of the history between themâeven the dark ones, even if the ledger was brimmingâfor good. So, Arianne replied, âIâll go with you. No matter what happened, sheâs still your mother.âMark did not expect that answer from her at all. In his surprise, he bent down and left a kiss on her lips. âI knew I picked the right woman as my wife. I thought you wouldnât agree to let me accompany her for the last of her daysâŠâArianne replied nothing. She was not so obtuse that she would try to win over a woman whose days were numbered. No matter how much of an a**hole Shelly was, Arianne was still the one who came out on top. That victory was all she needed.
Arianne sneered. âYou confused, little thing. I wouldnât be daft enough to anger the mother of the man I like if I were you, girl. I would especially not say anything as low IQ as that, too. Let me be completely frank with you: no one who bears the surname of Leigh will ever get the better of meâthe last one failed. Hard. I can guarantee that youâll leave us in the span of three days. If I lose, you can stay here forever. Wanna bet? I dare you.âShe left her threat hanging at that and turned her wheelchair away, leaving the scorned young woman behind.Rage came out of Raven as waves of quakes all over her body. She was lurching close to hyperventilation, but right before it became impossible to stop, she came around and battled herself to calm down. She had a feeling that even if she fainted right there and then, no one would discover her, would they?Now that Arianne and Mark had returned, the Tremont Estate had recovered its vivacity and life. It had become merry.And Raven Leigh
Melissa was the type who always pushed things to go as festive as logically possible. She leaped to her feet and raised her cup, âYo, everyone! Letâs toast to Cindy becoming my cousin-in-law!âThe crowd answered enthusiastically with their cups in the air and a roarâexcept Raven, who remained seated. âI have a sickly constitution. I canât drink. Iâm sorry.âHer smile was so mechanical, her face too ashen. Something flickered in Arianneâs eyes before she replied, âSure.âAfter the revelry faded, Arianne steered her wheelchair to the courtyard. The outward appearance of the Tremont Estate seemed to have frozen in time, which was why being here made her feel so⊠safe.Of course, that was despite Henry and Maryâs passing. In the end, time passed and things changed, characters and objects came and went, and all these missing years left lingering regrets in their wake.Arianne espied the silhouette standing alone at a distance and approached her, sighing, âNothing beats being home.âRa
Arianne grabbed the two beauties by the hands and smiled. âThank you! Gosh, to me⊠itâs like you two have grown older in the blink of an eye! How gorgeous the two of you are! Cindy, whereâs your brother? Plato hasnât come home yet?âMentioning the name of her dear brother made Cynthia pout. âHe said he was coming home half a month agoâthatâs what he said. Who knows what heâs actually doing, though? Anyway, who cares about that no-good. Heâs always like this anyway. Oh, um, the weather is quite hot. We should probably get inside.âArianne nodded and shot a brief, uneasy look at Aristotle. Not once did he look like he wanted to talk to her⊠Could the boy be counting his grievances in his mind? Mark and Arianne had stayed in Switzerland for so long; life must have been hard for him all alone.It took until she reached the living room to finally notice Raven. âMillie, is this your younger sister?âMelissa quickly sprung to correct her. âWhat? Noooo. This is Aresâ classmate or something
Aristotleâs entire being stilled.He had waited for this news for nineteen years. As time passed, the flames died little by little, the heart grew more numb, until the very thought of it was no different from a pipe dream. But today, news of it coming true reached him and plunged him into a torrent of feelings.A long while later, he finally muttered under his breath, âWhen⊠When will they be back?âJackson closed the distance between them and gave the young man a light, comforting pat on the shoulders. âNot so soon, I bet; not when your mother has just woken up and is in need of some time to recover. She did sleep for nineteen years, you know. So maybe after sheâs recuperated enough for a whileâŠâ he answered. âWeâve waited for nineteen years for this, right? Whatâs waiting for just a little bit more compared to that? The most important thing for you to do is to manage the company to the best of your abilities. Thatâs the way to not disappoint your fatherâs expectation.âAristotle
Cynthia had never had a relationship before, so she did not know what love was. However, one thing was for certain. She loved the feeling of being with Aristotle and how he had protected her since they were kids. Even though Aristotle had become a little domineering and ânaughtyâ, she was not taken aback by him. Instead, she even felt a little moved, which was amazing.It wasnât known how they ended up in bed, with their breaths synchronized. Apart from the final step, they had done just about everything else that could be done.Just as they were about to hit the final step, Aristotle suddenly stopped and helped pull the covers over Cynthia. âLetâs sleep, good night.âCynthia was still lost in a daze from before. She did not know why Aristotle had suddenly stopped, nor did she have the courage to ask him. She had struggled for so long before having persuaded herself to go with the flowâŠThe next day, when Cynthia woke up, Aristotle had already long gone to his company.She took a
Cynthia heard what Aristotle said, but her hands did not stop doing what they were doing. Her head was in a complete mess. âThereâs no⊠no need. Iâll be able to be done with these now. Go ahead and get some sleep first. By the way, where am I sleeping tonight? There are so many rooms here, Iâll ask Agnes to help me clear one up.âAristotle walked up to her and squatted. He grabbed onto her arm with one hand while the other closed the luggage. âJust sleep with me here and stop tidying already.âCynthia suspected that she might have misheard. She took a look at the big bed behind him in a daze and suddenly felt her palm, which was held by him, burning up. âY⊠Youâre kidding, arenât you, Ares? Although we used to sleep with each other a lot when we were kids, weâre all grown ups now, so wouldnât that be a little inappropriate?âAristotle said with a straight face, âI wasn't joking.âCynthia panicked a little and recalled Melissaâs words once again. âWould Ares, whom Iâve known for so
Melissa knew that Aristotle had kissed Cynthia, so she knew what was going on. Hence, she very naturally boasted, âOf course, theyâve been engaged to each other since they were born. Coincidentally, the both of them felt the same way about each other as they grew up, so wouldnât this make it even better? From the way I see it, your illness isnât going to recover for the rest of your life and the both of them are probably going to have to wait until Cindy graduates before they get married. So, youâd be better off moving back to France as early as possible. Donât worry, youâve saved Aristotleâs life before, so he wouldnât be stingy with you financially.âRaven wanted to control the unhappiness she had in her heart very much, but her emotions refused to follow her will. Hence, she fiercely struggled to wring free from Melissaâs grasp. Melissa was startled for a moment. âAre you crazy?âAfter that, Raven regained her senses and took a deep breath. âIâm sorry⊠I was a little unwell just n
âYouâre not that worried?â Melissa was so furious that she laughed. âAm I the only one whoâs being worried for nothing? I thought you loved my brother, didnât you? The man youâve been dreaming of every day has returned from France but brought a woman with him, yet youâre actually not that worried? Letâs put aside your parentsâ intentions for a moment. Do you dare to say that you donât love him? Iâm only helping you because youâre my best friend, so could you not be so relaxed, as if Iâm helping you for no reason?âCynthia shook her head and lowered her volume as she said, âHe⊠might have confessed to me. We also⊠did that already. So, I think he doesnât feel that way towards Raven. Itâs purely because she saved his life once. I trust that Ares will be able to handle the situation properly.âMelissaâs eyes opened wide. âWhat? Heâs only returned for a few days, yet the two of you have already had sex? That fast?! I never knew it, but youâve really got it in you!âCynthiaâs face flushe