Zoe didn't return home with Malcolm that night, and told him strictly that she had some unfinished business at work and had to go back to it. He succumbed and took her back after he stopped by a Michelin-star restaurant and made her eat. He knew that there was no way she would have eaten something all day. And about an hour after he dropped her back at the office, she drove her car to one of her private villas to go and spend the night there. It was the perfect way to find her thoughts. The next morning, she returned to work looking even better than the previous day, as she made her way into her office with Zara following behind her from her office. She was so excited that she had been delegated almost all of her duties as Zoe's secretary that morning, and was eager to start working as efficiently as possible. “I trust you had a great night?” She sounded happy and enthusiastic as she spoke to Zoe. “I think I did,” an awkward smile curved Zoe's lips, as she took her seat, knowing t
Malcolm had parked in his Bugatti Centodieci in the underground parking lot of ANCLAIR the same way he did the previous night, and had texted her the same way, hoping she would reply to his message as she promised that she would, so that he would not have to go up again to convince her to come with him. As he sat patiently and awaited a reply, his fingers drummed anxiously on the steering wheel of his car, his mind filled with extremely disturbing thoughts and unsettling questions. The previous day’s conversation between them replayed incessantly in his head like a staccato of dilemma, his heart thumping in unrest at the slightest possibility of it being real. “I think my accident was not accidental but intentional, Malcolm,” Zoe had informed him with an impassive and soulless gaze. “Why.. why? What…do you mean?” He had stuttered confusedly when she surprised him with a strong allegation such as if she had a piece of solid evidence already. “I think someone was trying to kill me,
Malcolm's phone buzzed, jolting him from the thoughts that had engulfed him, as he glanced at the screen only to realize that Zoe had replied with three big angry words in capital letters, with numerous exclamation marks after them to lay emphasis. It made his lips curve into a broad grin as he read it again. ‘I AM BUSY!!!!!!’ ‘I will come up to meet you then,’ he texted her back immediately, waiting to see her reaction. ‘Then I will tell the security guards to tell anyone that I am not up, so you can't come in, Malcolm!!!’ She laid further emphasis and even added an angry emoji, but it only made him chuckle more. It was better than her not replying to his messages all day. ‘And I will wait till you come out and meet me,’ he typed back immediately, his fingers grazing his lips, his eyes fixed on his phone, his mind predicting what she would text next. ‘Then you can stay there. I don't give a damn,’ She responded again, and he snickered so much because he had already speculated
Malcolm sat behind his table in the office the next morning, staring blankly at the beautiful scenery of the city from his office through his floor-to-ceiling window, as Zoe's words from last night echoed endlessly in his mind like a storm. He wanted to believe that it was a lie that she was in love with her friend Martin, and that it was an attempt at her end to push him away from her. However, her eyes seemed so stern when she said those words to him. It was hard to tell if she was telling the truth or not. “No,” he muttered to himself, his hands fisting in anger as the veins popped out, “She is lying and is just saying that to break whatever we have,” he tightened his fists restlessly. The thought of Zoe loving another man twisted his insides with jealousy, as his thoughts raced through his memories, trying to think if he truly saw any affection in her eyes for Martin on the day they met at the party. Though he had been so uncomfortable and restless about the kind of rela
Zoe walked into the quiet and elegant café that had a great ocean view, her luxurious flats barely making any sound against the polished floor, the ambiance around filled with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the faint sound of a piano playing a classic song in the background. Her eyes found Martin at the perfect corner after looking with his back facing her, as she strutted straight to where he was sitting. As she got closer to the table, she could hear his voice, low and intense, speaking to someone on the phone, his right index finger tapping on the table furiously as he spoke, not noticing her arrival yet. “You do not get to decide how I run my affairs or do my things! It is either you calm down and give me time, or give me space!” he muttered furiously. Zoe paused a few steps away as soon as she heard that, not wanting to interrupt his heated conversation, as she watched as Martin ran a hand through his hair frustratedly, and talked in a stern way she had never hea
“Zoe! Wait!” The loud, piercing voice struck Zoe by the ears, as she turned her head sharply to see who was calling her, but her eyes were only met by a crowd of people, walking to and fro through the bustling lobby, the sounds of their footsteps and muted conversation blending into a distant hum. She turned face away instantly with the thought that she had heard wrongly, as she urged Zara, who had asked what the problem was, to keep moving, until she suddenly heard her name again, but at a much closer range this time around. “Zoe,” she heard the familiar voice call her name, and her head turned sharply again to see who it was, her heart sinking in disappointment at the sight of the person that was running after her, the memories of their last encounter flashing through her eyes. “Please, Zoe. I need just a few minutes. I just want to apologize to you,” he finally reached her, slightly befuddled and out of breath, his expression one of earnest desperation. “What the hell, Marcel
Zoe sat by the window of the airplane on the business class flight they were seated on, her focus intensely on the laptop she had placed on the tray table before her, as her fingers worked on the keyboard with speed and precision. She was busy reviewing every document that needed to be acknowledged and corrected from spreadsheets, to presentations and emails as well, as if she were at the office, while sipping from the mug of coffee that was placed beside her at intervals. Beside her, sprawled in a rather unprofessional way was Zara, whose head was lolled to one side of her chair, mouth slightly open, while in a deep sleep, with her blanket barely covering her body properly in the way in which she had slept. Hours passed as Zoe continually stretched her neck and rolled her shoulders to keep herself going, each time she felt her bones ache in fatigue and weariness. And the moment one of the dignified flight attendants came to her with a welcoming smile, presenting her with a be
It was almost three days after Zoe departed without talking to anyone before and during the trip, and she returned on a Saturday evening, back to the house of the Meyers, which she had not been to for almost a week. It kept everyone on their toes, especially the maids when they saw her make her way into the mansion, every one of them rejoicing inwardly because peace could finally reign in the mansion. The ambiance that caused anger and malice was palpable in the mansion during her absence, but was more intense for the past three days with vicious rages flying everywhere. From what they could decode, it seemed like the boss of the house, Malcolm, had been distraught ever since she suddenly disappeared without telling anyone as they all gossiped about the information they all secretly picked from the family's conversations. “I heard she doesn't even love Mr. Meyer,” one of the maids stated as they all gathered briefly to gossip. “What?! Such a gorgeous man? How is that even pos
ZOELVA’s luxurious structure, erected tall, reflected the shining bright lights of the afternoon sun from the east, with its luxurious designs radiating across the core and surroundings far and beyond the huge city. Inside, shoppers went from floor to floor, wandering wide corridors that were lined with top-tier brands, with staff moving around to guide and direct everyone in the most orderly manner. Groups of families made their way to food stands, their laughter and shouts mingling with the savory scents of sizzling burgers, crispy pizza, and sweet, sticky treats. On another side, fashion enthusiasts, elites, and socialites were gathered around numerous designer boutiques, their eyes fixed longingly on the glossy displays of haute couture, while others anticipated getting their hands on the most sophisticated top-notch tech devices. Amid the crowd’s awe and excitement and the hubbub of purchasing endlessly and engaging so many sections in the mall, a moment of stillness fell int
The small studio apartment Ivy sat in was dimly lit, because she left the lights off, with only a small table lamp to illuminate the room. The air of the surroundings was heavy and filled with the staleness of days-old dishes in the sink as well as the faint scent of spilled wine on the threadbare carpet. Every surface of the apartment bore the weight of her gloom with stacks of unopened bills, piles of dirty laundry, and empty bottles left lying on the floor which portrayed too many lonely nights. For weeks, she had lived this way. Isolated, enraged, shrouded in bitterness, and sinking in despair, ever since the incident with Isla that made her get on Malcolm's bad side, and Andre's sudden return which she never expected in her life to see coming. And even if she had been so joyful to see her brother who was back from his supposed death, after they had mourned him for years, she could not believe her mother would quickly replace her with Isla, who she had condemned just a few w
“You are around,” the gloomy and almost fading voice mumbled with a heavy heart, as soon as he heard the phone click on the receiver of his call, just a few minutes after dialing. It was at the most unexpected moment when he had tried the same line he had been trying again and again in futility for the past months, that it went through and the owner of the phone answered. It took him willpower to hide his shock. “Yes,” Zoe's voice came out placidly, devoid of any overt emotion as she answered curtly. Malcolm's eyebrows arched so high in astonishment because he had expected a sarcastic reply from her or a brutal hangup, as his brain ran out of the right words to articulate as a response to the answer she gave him. His voice crackled through the line of sullenness, laced with an uncharacteristic mix of vulnerability and hesitation as he said the most random thing that came to mind, “Your things are still in the room as you left them,” he informed her as if she didn't remember. “You
In just a few days of Zoe having her hands so busy with signing deals and contracts after the launching of ZOELVA, it was already becoming the busiest, most-talked-about destination in town.Shockingly, some of the most iconic foreign brands began to set up their flagship stores with massive storefronts and bold displays, their designs extravagant yet tasteful there, as if they had all been waiting all along. Top-tier local designers and retailers held their own space also, blending a cosmopolitan elegance with a touch of local charm. From the management to the customer service desk that began work in just two days, every employee worked with an intensity that matched the mall’s electric energy, and quickly adapted to the pace, which was astonishingly fast given how new everything was.With their unique uniforms and all of their movements conveying confidence, they smoothly guided people, answered questions, and handled endless transactions with ease. Media houses, and top magazines
Isla bolted out of her room almost at the speed of light as soon as her eyes caught the most shocking news of her life while surfing the internet, and getting prepared to leave the house. Her face instantly flashed with an overwhelming shock and a mix of disbelief after she had checked more than ten media outlets to confirm the news, and scrolled endlessly while watching videos from the launching event from the previous night. Her lungs dropped to her heart and her stomach sank with fury and a profound shock that stole her entire breath away, as she charged down the hallway of her room toward her mother’s room while holding her phone tightly in the grasp of her hand as if she was going to crush it. Her thoughts tumbled over each other, each one more impossible than the last, as she tried to process the news that had shattered her world and left her almost insane with hatred. As soon as Isla abruptly parted the grand doors to her mother's room open and left them swinging with a ter
“I am sorry to inform you, but the blood test results of persons A and B did not match. They are not biologically related.” Zoe stepped into her house after the launching party had ended, and somehow the excitement she had in her all night after her grand launch became the talk of the town, died instantly. As she stepped inside her new home, an unexplainable heaviness washed over her.Her phone vibrated just as she sauntered in and slouched upon her favorite chair in her living room, and as she glanced at the screen and picked up, she heard the most confusing words she couldn't even grasp almost immediately. “What did you say?” she pressed the phone closer to her ear to be sure she heard right, her eyes twitching uncontrollably. For a moment, she didn’t breathe.“I am sorry to announce to you that the two people in the results that have been forwarded to your email are not biologically related. Therefore, the bone marrow transplant cannot proceed.” A few weeks ago, when Zoe finally
The golden air at the moment, which held an air ambiance that opened the world of grand luxury and sophistication, filled the nooks and crannies of the new mall where its launching event was being held, whose name had just been announced a few hours ago. ZOELVATop elites began to saunter into ZOELVA mall, where every inch was polished with fine marble, and was designed with mind-blowing architectural expertise that exuded grandeur, designed to leave them thoroughly marveling and awed by the sight that stole breath from their lips. The glass walls had clear panes that were interspersed with opalescent beams that captured and reflected light in all directions, and giant tiers of diamond chandeliers hung in the main atrium, each crystal strand swaying subtly with a familiar melody, while casting the most artistic light pattern on the marble floor below. The huge ballroom for the event was alive with whispers, laughter, and small talk from the elites that were in attendance, ranging fr
It was impossible to miss. The newest, grandest mall which stood in gleaming glass and steel splendor of great luxury and opulence, with its gigantic structure, stretched so wide, and covered an almost unimaginable number of square meters. The intricate details in its architecture whispered of wealth and exclusivity, and every floor was rumored to be filled with unique boutiques, lavish dining experiences, an indoor oasis lined with lush greenery and trickling water fountains, an entertainment area with a cinema of virtual reality lounges, and a rooftop garden overlooking the city below. The construction of the mall had been shrouded in secrecy for months after the redevelopment of the area was instantly announced, and now its opening and launching event was the talk of the town, flooding every news outlet and social media platform. Everywhere, people wondered what conglomerate owned the huge work of art. #Mall of century #Biggest in the city #Magnificent Mall #Top entrepreneu
The grand front door of the Meyer swung open with force and rattled against the wall as Isla stormed into the grand lobby, and then the stairway, her heels striking the marble floors with a force that echoed through the long hallway, revealing the intensity of her anger. Her face was scrunched up in anger and despair, and her voice was loud and quivering with frustration, as it dissipated into the air before anyone had even noticed her arrival, knowing she would definitely find them there. “She is back!” she cried out in frustration, as her fists clenched her sides, and her body quivered with anger, as she strode into the living room where her mother and brother sat, “Zoe is back, mother!” Ever since Andre returned home and the family ended up dividing, the only person who was not shocked by the announcement or new arrangement was Isla. It was as if she had known what had been going on behind the scenes before the plan finally became public, and couldn't help being bothered like