"Sir, there's a man on the line who would like to speak with you." A female voice came in as Aiden picked up the telephone that had been ringing like it needed to be dealt with instantly. "I ended the last call and you're calling again Maureen, isn't Amira supposed to be the one transferring my calls today?" Aiden asked rolling his eyes out of boredom and distraction as he clicked the pen in his fingers repeatedly. "I'm sorry sir but the person that would like to speak with you is persistent. He keeps calling that he would like to speak with you and it sounded urgent. Also, Miss Amira left the company with few of the advertisement officials, they are meeting up with some board members to discuss the advertisement strategy for the new design that Wellington Tech produced." The secretary filled him in and he nodded, pulling up some tabs on his iPad. "What's the name of the person that would like to talk with me?" Aiden finally asked as most of his concentration was on whatever it w
"This is ridiculous. How does he expect us to discuss such trivial matters with a woman, Marina no less?" Mr Hawthorne clicked his tongue with a sour expression on his face as he halted at Marina. "Gentlemen, please take your seat." Marina had a broad smile on her face. At first, she thought that she had gotten good at faking her smile with people around but after her husband had placed a soft kiss on the top of her forehead, she knew that this smile wasn't forced. It was genuine, the type of big broad smile you give to your enemies when they're totally at your mercy. "Are you serious?" Mr Hawthorne stared at her wide-eyed as she stared back, not breaking eye contact. The first rule she had mapped out in her head was: Stare back till they lower their gaze first. "I know how much it injures your pride to state your problems to a woman, me no less," she nodded as she could totally relate to what they were feeling, "I don't know if it's because I am the last that your son here,
"I should have known that it would boil down to you chasing us out simply because it's your husband's office, but it's none of your fault. It's Aiden's fault for letting us have this discussion with you." Mr. Hawthorne clicked his tongue, his eyes fixated on Marina as he wondered when she had gotten the guts to be staring at him right inside his eyes. She looked different and no matter how much that would hurt and kill him to admit, his conscience wouldn't stop pricking him that she looked quite different. Courageous, bold, and would he call it more beautiful? All he could explain effectively was that she was different. "Now listen to me Marina, you will convince Aiden to get into that alliance with us." Mr Hawthorne instructed glaring at Marina and she chuckled in low tones, her eyes darting about before resting on Hawthorne again. "Or what?" She questioned dropping the pen she had been twirling in her hand onto the table as she also shifted some of the files so there was enough
"I've understood every single thing you've told me for the past months that we've married but what I don't understand now is the reason why you don't want me to file for harassment against Jayden, your ex." Aiden gave her a squinting look as they had arrived at his office and she just shrugged her shoulders. "Marina, that wasn't a question I asked but I would definitely need some kind of answers because what the hell was that? He literally harassed you so what's the skepticism for? Unless he didn't..." Aiden trailed off and Marina stared at him before finally understanding the reason for him trailing off. "What do you mean? Of course not. He harassed me, yes! That's certain. But I don't think that he's worth going over all that stress for." Marina interjected but Aiden kept staring at her suspiciously. "Marina, I never said that suing him was going to be any kind of stress for me." Marina just sighed as she took her seat. "Aiden, just don't sue him. I don't want it." Aiden had
"I have an appointment this morning and I'm already running late?" His brows creased as he stared at his watch motioning for her to leave the entrance."Surely whatever you have to tell me can wait till I'm back." He stressed but she remained rooted to the spot she was standing like nothing in hell was going to make her leave, Aiden had seen that resolved to look in her eyes a lot more times than he could remember and knew that when she was vehement like this, she wasn't going to change her words so he just sighed."It can't wait?" He queried and she shook her head in negativity and he sighed yet again.He went back into his car and reversed it, packing it in the garage he alighted and stared at her while he leaned against the car door."Inside." She muttered and he just shrugged his shoulders before shutting the door and walking back into the house trailing her behind.When they got to the living room, she halted with her back shown to him and he furrowed his brows."Marina, what is
MARINA'S COSMETIC COMPANY. "It must feel good to be able to shop in the same aisle as I shop, all because you got married by chance to a millionaire." Marina heard Amira's voice from behind her as she checked out some of the products that had just been sent to her company. "First off, don't insult my husband. He is a billionaire and not a millionaire, what do you mean by calling him a millionaire?" Marina looked physically offended as she twirled from staring at the cosmetics section and directed her attention to Amira. She looked physically confused as she expected Marina to at least show some kind of anger instead Marina was getting offended because she had called Aiden a millionaire. "Whatever." Amira rolled her eyes, more like she was rolling her eyes in disappointment. "No, it's not whatever. If you want to talk shit about me, at least do it right. You've already failed before you started by calling my husband a millionaire, he would feel rather more insulted if he heard
“And oh, did she tell you that she's his direct secretary? Well, screw that because my husband would never have such PA stand close to him even for a sliver of a second without puking. He has an allergy to fake people and so do I." Marina concluded as she walked off but then halted and pivoted to stare at Marian. "Also, the products I grabbed are our new products. Put them back into the racks at Aisle 8 before packing your things." After taking care of the files that needed her attention in the office, she decided to visit her husband at the company. As he had run off early because of his obsessed elder brother, he didn't have breakfast so she packed lunch. She walked out of the company and walked into her car as she drove off. ~~THE WELLINGTON'S GROUP~~~AIDEN'S COMPANY~ "You know brother, my wife thinks you're obsessed with me and I hate to believe it though it's kind of becoming scary and true by the way." Aiden walked into his office where Claw was waiting with both legs
Aiden was coming out of his private elevator when he saw his workers gathered around a spot. "What's going on?" He questioned in a stern voice as he approached the little crowd that had formed he heard little whispers and murmurs, none of it making sense to him. "Someone should give me an answer, what's going on?" He asked in a more stern voice one of the employees stared at Amira who was just standing in the distance and back to Aiden fearfully. "Sir, it's your wife." That was all it took for him to bolt like lighting and break through the crowd, pushing or more like they made way for him once they set eyes on him as everyone shifted back instinctively, whispering to each other in fear. She was bleeding profusely from her head and a tear slipped Aiden's eyes seeing her in such pain. "Why isn't there an ambulance here yet?" He yelled looking around. "Sir, we've called 911. They should be here anytime soon." Someone answered someone he didn't care to make out their voice.
"You know, I am completely fed up with your newfound attitude of coming home late without even giving me as much as a call," Marina whined as Aiden had his dinner. It Was late, about 10 pm in the night and Marina had to stay up, waiting for him to get back home. "I'm having my dinner, baby," he said, his voice low and husky, his eyes fixed on hers with an unnerving intensity. "Let me finish it up before you talk about all the ways you would kill me." He smiled, his lips curling up in a sly, seductive grin that made her heart skip a beat. "Although, I do have a favorite way I'd like to die - in your arms, with your hands wrapped around my throat." She felt a shiver run down her spine as he spoke, his dilated pupils making her heart flutter in her chest. But she refused to back down, keeping up her angry act even as her body betrayed her. "No, I am definitely serious, and I'm not waiting," she said, her voice firm, but her eyes betraying a hint of vulnerability. "Why were you late hom
"What are you talking about?" Francesca decided to use the denial route as she didn't know exactly what Aiden had said. Though with the accusing look that she was getting from her dad, she knew that whatever Aiden had told him wasn't good at all. "Don't! Don't do that Francesca." Her dad yelled banging his hands on the table as he folded his fist while gritting his teeth in anger. "Daddy! What's going on? You're just going to believe anything he said because he told you that? Is that what you're doing to do?" Francesca fired back as she walked closer to the table matching her father's glare. "That's brutal," Aiden muttered. "That's your guilty mind talking right there, Francesca. How would you even know he told me anything bad if you hadn't started incoming yourself with bad activities?" Aiden shook his head and chuckled a bit, totally amused by the show that the father and daughter duo were putting on. "That's a little twisted," Aiden muttered again. "Out of everyone Francesca,
"It's been a while boy, I'm kind of concerned that you came to see me. I'm actually on my way out so maybe, you would like to reschedule?" Francesca's dad adjusted his tie as he carried his briefcase in one hand ready to leave his office for an important meeting. "No." Aiden simply stated as he relaxed onto the rolling chair and wheeled it to a position where he was blocking the entrance. "What?" "I said no! You're not leaving here until we have a little nice chat, I have other places to be too so I won't waste much of your time as that would technically mean that I'm wasting my time as well." Aiden smirked and Francesca's dad went back to his chair, dropping his briefcase on the top of the table while Aiden wheeled the rolling chair back to the center of the office, I'm front of the table. "Are we going to have a problem?" Aiden queried as he tapped his chin and Francesca's father stared at him for a few seconds before chuckling lightly. "I don't think there is any reason for us
"What's going on?" Aiden questioned as he got into his office a day after firing Francesca. The whole company was in a ruckus when he got there and the workers told him that all the Hods had called an impromptu meeting in the board room. A meeting that he wasn't aware of, it only meant that things were going haywire and he raced there. Aiden walked into the conference room, a sense of unease settling in the pit of his stomach. The heads of the different departments were already seated, their faces grim as they murmured to each other. One of them had to clear his throat in a suspicious way to alert the others that their boss was present in the room. "Good morning, everyone," Aiden said, trying to sound calm as he sat down with a lot of poise and confidence going on inside of him. He didn't look slightly disturbed by anything that was going on. "Good morning, Sir." They replied in unison, their voices laced with tension as Aiden perused their faces and expressions. "Is there a reas
Francesca and Claw worked in silence, their movements swift and efficient as they disposed of Grim Jack's body. "Well, that's taken care of," Claw said, his voice low. Francesca nodded, her mind already racing with the implications. "Yeah, but we're not out of the woods yet. Aiden is still out there, and he's not going to stop until he gets what he wants and you know that means exposing you."Claw's expression turned grim. "We'll deal with him when the time comes. For now, let's just focus on covering our tracks." They dismissed everyone after Claw forced Amira on a date for some unknown reasons. After 2 days, Francesca walked into the lobby of Aiden's company, her heart pounding in her chest. "Can I help you?" the receptionist asked, her eyes narrowing. "I'm Francesca, the receptionist," Francesca replied, her smile confident. "I've been...out sick. But I'm feeling much better now."The receptionist's expression turned skeptical. "Uh, okay. Well, welcome back, I guess. B
Claw dragged Francesca to his main study room and shoved her to the floor while she kept a straight face though it was mixed with hurt. He turned to Francesca, his voice filled with a mix of confusion and urgency. "Francesca, how could you betray me like this? I trusted you with everything." "You betrayed me! You helped Aiden escape, you were with him all these while and I wonder how I failed to realize that." He snarled, glaring grimly at Francesca who had her hands bound. Francesca looked up from where she knelt and stared at him, a look of surprise on her face as she repeated what she had been saying all the way here. "I know you're fed up with hearing this but what the fuck are you talking about, Claw?" She quirked her brows up and he slapped her across "Don't play dumb with me!" Claw spat. "I know it was you who told Aiden about our plans. You're the only one who knew that as a new member of my team. He couldn't have possibly figured out, that he isn't a genie." Claw r
After a few minutes of sprinting, Aiden finally slowed down, ducking into a small alleyway to catch his breath. He leaned against the wall, his eyes scanning the rooftops for any sign of pursuit. "Hey Sir, you there?" The P.A.'s voice came through the earpiece, breaking the silence. "Yeah, I'm here. I made it out." Aiden replied, his chest heaving with exhaustion. " I've got a car waiting for you a few blocks from your location. It'll take you to your house." The P.A. stated and Aiden just let out the breath he didn't know he had been holding in. "And my phone?" Aiden questioned, pushing off from the wall and starting to move again. "Your phone is with the Chauffeur that would pick you up, they really fell for the trick." "Okay." As he turned a corner, Aiden spotted the car, a sleek black sedan, waiting for him by the curb. *CLAW'S MANOR: OAKVILLE* "What do you mean he's gone?" he snarled, his voice echoing off the walls as he banged his hands into the table whil
OAKVILLE *Claw's Hideout* Aiden sat calmly in the room after being brutally tortured by Claw, his eyes fixed on the door as Claw's men approached him. He knew this moment would come, and he was prepared. Too bad his brother was a naive soul who didn't think before he acted. If he took even a fragment of his time, he would realize that Aiden already knew all this was going to happen. As the guards grabbed him, Aiden didn't resist. He knew it would only make things worse. Instead, he waited until they were distracted, and then he made his move. With a swift motion, Aiden used his knowledge of martial arts to take down the guards, one by one. He moved swiftly and silently, his training allowing him to avoid making any noise. Once the guards were unconscious, Aiden quickly made his way to the door. He knew the route out of the compound, having studied it beforehand. Pressing the button of the speaker in his ear that was too little for anyone to see, he whispered. "I'
Marina paced to and fro the room as she felt an empty feeling inside her stomach. She didn't even know what to feel as she kept staring at the wall clock every second. The time read 10:38 pm and Aiden wasn't home yet, he didn't even try to reach her which was questionable. She tried to push away the growing sense of worry, telling herself he was probably just working late or had stopped to hang out with friends. But then on second thought, Aiden never went out with friends. She even began to wonder if he had any friends. She knew Aiden rarely came home late especially since she came back from the hospital so she couldn't sit still without her anxiety striking in. With every passing minute, Marina's heart sank more. She tried calling his number but the call wasn't going through. She sent a series of texts but it was left unreplied. She began to imagine all sorts of scenarios - car accidents, muggings, or worse. But why in the world was he not taking his calls? What was goi