"I'll be damned!" She muttered into the speaker as she rolled her eyes. "Not today of all days, why is it that you all tend to show up at the wrong time when I'm in the worst state of mind?" She muttered again but Jayden unlike before waited patiently for her to be done muttering before he started talking. "Why are you calling me? I'm sure I made it quite clear before that you should lose my number and never make any attempts to contact me." Marina yelled into the speaker unable to control herself as she was about to hit the end call button. "Marina, please wait. Don't end the call, at least not yet. I have something to say." It was almost like he knew that she was about to end the call, it was almost like he knew how her mind was working, and that infuriated her all the more. "And you should know that by now I don't even want to listen to the sound of you breathing not to talk of you speaking." Jayden just went on with what he had to say as Marina ran her hand through her hair
Now you can not be so sure sweetheart that I'm not inside of the house or inside of your room. Your closet is big enough to fit a man I must say." Marina dropped as her eyes darted to the Closet that was just at the farther end of the room. She tiptoed to it holding the phone to her ear as she grabbed a baton that shouldn't be there while she slowly opened the closet door and peeked in. She peeked in and couldn't find anyone so she opened it wildly enough to stare at it and heaved a sigh of relief. "You're not in the closet!" Her tone was defiant and she went ahead to check other closets and then the bathroom and every book and cranny of her room. "You're not in my room either!" Her head was doing a hundred miles a minute run and she was looking all the more exhausted because she couldn't place a call across to her husband. Only if she could talk to him, she was sure that she was going to feel way better. His voice was enough to make her feel better and that was all she could a
Marina was about to say something else when he hung the phone up. What did he mean by what he said? There was no way Aiden would have stolen anything from him but still, she couldn't help but feel a little betrayed. What if it was true? What if it turned out to be true? What if Aiden has really stolen something of great value from him? Maybe that was the reason why Aiden didn't want to discuss Claw with her. And that was what she feared the most. Marina's mind raced with thoughts and doubts as she stood there, phone still in hand, trying to process what had just happened. He had hung up on her, leaving her with more questions than answers. What did he mean by his accusatory tone? What could Aiden have possibly stolen from him? She couldn't shake off the feeling of betrayal, even though she knew Aiden wouldn't do something like that. But what if... what if it was true? What if Aiden had taken something of great value, something that could ruin their relationship forever? The
"What?" Marina rolled her eyes as she stared at him with anger-filled eyes, his eyes were itchy and he was twitching his brows wondering how to avert the situation that he had brought upon himself. It wasn't the right time to tell her about Claw but he knew that it was either he told her now or it might affect their relationship that they were just finding its footing. He couldn't risk that. "Oh, now you're the one who's going to stand there and act like you have no clue what I'm talking about, right?" Marina's voice was laced with frustration and a hint of resignation. He sighed, taking in a deep breath, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied Marina's expression. He was already aware that she must have dug around somehow and uncovered a few secrets. There was no way she would have discovered that he had stolen something from Claw otherwise. Aiden's mind raced, wondering how much she knew and how she had managed to uncover the truth. Marina's eyes held a determined glint,
"Here, drink this." Marina offered Aiden a cup of whatever the content was as she sat slowly on the corner of the bed while he stared at the cup curiously. "What's in it?" He questioned as he received the cup from her. He wasn't asking because perhaps, she might have given him something that would be harmful to him, he just asked out of curiosity because he had come to learn the hard way that his dearest wife was capable of a lot of things. And that includes making him shed tears! Motherfucking freaking tears. Something that no amount of situation or life struggles had been able to put him through. In more than 20 years, he hadn't shed a single tear so it was alarming, freaking alarming” Thank you very much” that he could cry in her arms like a baby before. And when she had led him to the room, he had fallen asleep still in her arms. He stared at her for a bit and smiled broadly that she raised her brow in question as to why he was grinning like a freaking teenager in love. Bu
"Hello Prynthesa. I figure your husband is somewhere in the background trying to figure out a superhero method of tracking me down and sending the police to arrest me. That has always been his stronghold so I don't really expect much anyway." Maxwell Claw's voice sounded lazy with boredom and Aiden out of anger that he had been trying to repress snatched the phone away from Marina. "On the contrary big bro, I'm afraid and sad to admit that you have it all figured wrong in your head space this time around. I told you the last time we met not to meddle with anything that concerns me, didn't I?" His voice was a little daunting while Marina placed her hands on his back and patted him slowly. That slow repeated pattern of talking to him slowly was the only thing helping him to repress the anger that he was feeling inside of him. "So is this where you give me the pep talk to back off now that I still had the chance? Because if it is, I don't want to fucking hear it." Aiden rolled his e
THE HAWTHORNE'S MANSION "So up till now, you don't have a valuable reason why Claw showed up that day at their engagement dinner and even after their arranged marriage was canceled, he hasn't shown up until now?" Mr Salvatore Delm questioned as he appeared like he hadn't had enough sleep in days which he hadn't had. Both of the men precisely, Mr. Salvatore Delm and Mr. Hawthorne. The sudden appearance of Claw, the deranged and psychotic son of the Wellington's was not something that anyone was supposed to be intrigued about. "To keep things nice and straightforward, I haven't. But I suppose that before you would ask me that with all the guts you garnered up, you must a least have something." Mr Delm shook his head in negativity and Mr Hawthorne who was sitting upright before, relaxed into the couch like that was his only means of survival. "All I'm asking is did you peddle into any of his affairs? By any chance? This is so frustrating, Especially at this time." Mr Hawthorne level
"I want to believe that you've done something about setting up a meeting with the CEO of Wellington Group." Mr Hawthorne stated with furrowed brows as his assistant walked into his study room after knocking lightly on the door. "Sir, I—" He scratched his head as his hand suddenly began jittering like he was a patient of epilepsy. His pulse had increased by 10 times its original speeding rate and his heart was pumping and pounding loudly in his chest that anyone nearby would hear it. "Have you or haven't you?" The tone was commanding, dangerous, and one of the sternest things that the guard had heard in his entire lifetime so the jittering of his hands only intensified. "Forgive me for saying this but I'm afraid it might be impossible for us to set up a meeting with him." He dropped the pen he was using to sign on the files as he placed the paper he was using slowly on the tabletop while maintaining eye contact with the assistant who had just broken an eerie news that he wanted to