A sleek black car glided to a halt in front of the grand, towering mansion after driving through the gate, and Malcolm, who was driving the car, turned to look at Zoe sitting beside him, his heart aching at the sight of her pale face and the dark circles under her eyes. Her fragile body was slumped against the leather seat of the car, and her gaze was distant as she stared out at the mansion. She looked so small and weak in a way that made it evident that something was wrong, and it tore at him to see her like that. Swallowing his worry and resisting the urge to touch her, he spoke up, his voice soft, almost pleading, “Are you sure you are ready to leave, Zoe?” he asked, searching her eyes for any sign of the pain he knew that she was hiding. “Yes, I am,” her reply was curt. “You need more treatment and more time to heal. Can we return a little later when you are properly healed?” He hoped that she would give a positive response, even when he knew that she had made up her mind.
Making up her mind, Zoe stood up from where she sat, and returned to her room instantly, without saying any further. She spent minutes in the bathroom redressing her wound herself even if it wasn't so easy and was quite painful, and took every necessary drug she was supposed to take for the day. From the suitcase that she had brought with her, she pulled out the phone that Malcolm gave her after she woke up, which surprised her when he gave it to her as if she had not lost it before. Her mind quickly drifted back to how he said he was able to locate her, after her phone went off during their call, and how he instantly made his way to her company only to confirm that she had been abducted. “How were you able to find me?” she had asked him when she finally started responding to treatments, and was able to talk without feeling so much pain. Though she still seemed so pissed at him and kept him walking on eggshells around her, she couldn't help but ask. “You might get mad,” he feared,
Zoe sat in her opulent but suffocatingly quiet villa, with her world sinking around her, while trapped in nothingness and pain, even if she was surrounded with beauty and luxury. She laid limply on the couch in the living room as she stared blankly at the ceilings, the memories of the last conversation she had with Francis Sinclair before she left his house, playing on a loop in her mind, each word a hammer blow to her already fragile spirit. She had stood across from him when he caught her standing in his room, with her heart pounding in her chest, as he stepped closer, his face now visible from a short distance, and she could see the hardness in his expression. “So you came to ask me that? I thought you knew I wasn't home,” his cold voice outrightly snapped in a low and dangerous tone, willing to offer no compromises. “How would I have known?” Zoe remembered the head of the maids telling her, but she feigned ignorance at that moment as she swallowed, “I thought you were not goin
“Zoe, is this truly you? Is this your voice?” Martin could not believe the person that was speaking on the other side of the phone, his eyebrows furrowed so high. “Yes, it is me,” Zoe's voice came out as soft as possible. “Goodness! Goodness! How have you been so distant?” Martin, who sounded like he would cry in relief, asked her, his mind still reeling that Zoe suddenly called him, after he had been trying to contact her for weeks. Zoe's left hand rested on her temples, as she rubbed them softly, feeling so apologetic that she had been a terrible friend, “I am truly sorry, Martin. A lot has been going on lately,” her voice was low and shildy. “I thought you cut me off. I thought you……” his words got caught so heavily in his throat as he struggled to breathe, unable to process his emotions all at once, “I was sad, to be honest. I thought I did something wrong.” “I am truly sorry for everything I might have made you think or assume. It is just that…it is just that I have been goi
Huddled in a corner of her room was Audrey, whose knees clung tightly to her chest, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps, each one caught in her throat as if she were drowning in the thick air of her fear, while struggling to hold her tears. She had read the message that was sent to her phone over and over, the words blurring together every single time, as fresh tears welled up in her eyes, a terrible ache plaguing her head. Every time she tried to blink them away and put herself together, the terrifying message occurred to her again, with the choking realization that someone knew what she had done. The sender’s identity was unknown, but the intent was clear; they had her in their grip, and they weren’t going to let go.She pressed her hand to her mouth while trying to stifle the sobs that shook her body, her heart wrenching with an asphyxiating dread that threatened to choke her. ‘Who in her husband’s family knew? Who had discovered her secret? Was it Irina? Ivy? Isla?’ The
Malcolm returned home two days after he dropped Zoe off at her grandfather's house, and ordered those that were in charge of the tracking devices connected to the bracelet to put it off as he had promised her that he would, till she would be able to get rid of it herself. The maids all had shocked expressions on their faces when he appeared in the mansion, and were more surprised because he came in without Zoe, leaving them perplexed in the wonder of their wrong speculations that both of them had been together throughout their absence. As usual, he went up to his room without speaking to anyone or giving an avenue to be asked where he had been, and why he had been so distant without communicating to any of them. That was how they had always been as a family. Before pushing the door to his room open, he stood outside his room for a few seconds, his eyes lingering on the door of Zoe's room which was just opposite his. And even if he knew that there was no way she was inside the room
Stepping out of the sleek, white car that pulled up to the front of ANCLAIR, a towering able-bodied bodyguard with a stern expression and an imposing stature walked to open the car to the backseat. The door opened smoothly, and out stepped Zoe dressed in a matching tailored, white suit that hugged her figure with a commanding elegance, as she sauntered into the building so elegantly alongside the bodyguard walking behind her. With each step she took, her heels clicked against the polished floors, and she didn’t bother to acknowledge the curious stares or the hushed murmurs that followed her, with every worker scurrying to carry the news of her sudden arrival. She entered the elevator with the young man behind her with purpose, her mind was focused on her way to the conference room where her fate was being decided without her. The double doors of the conference room swung open as Dylan, her bodyguard pushed them, and she strutted inside, her presence commanding immediate attentio
The preparations for Irina's birthday party, which was less than a week ago, were already going so smoothly, and yet Audrey was still in a constant state of quiet terror that seeped into every corner of her life and left her feeling like she was always on the verge of a breakdown. Every day was a struggle to maintain the façade of normalcy, and to pretend that everything was fine within her as she continued to live in the Meyers mansion because of her son, when, in reality, she was barely holding it together.The fear was growing insidious day by day, creeping into her thoughts incessantly, and she knew that she had to send him away, far from their reach using Zoe's help, because it was the only way to protect him.And while the arrangements were made in secret, she quietly changed every legal document, listing Zoe as Aaron's guardian and next of kin, with a heavy heart, because she needed to ensure that if anything happened to her, her son would be taken care of, without question or
“How did it feel to see her?” Malcolm, whose eyes were already shutting in weariness brightened at the mention of Zoe, saying she met her mother. “To be honest, I was so glad. I was exhilarated because it felt so surreal to know I still have a family,” a small smile graced her lips as she spoke of it, “She doesn't know yet, but I like seeing her every time. She is a gorgeous woman. Full of dreams, and beautiful. Fun fact, we have similar eyes,” she was so excited to talk about Jasmine to someone. Turning to look at her, Malcolm stared into her eyes with a smile, “Really?”“Yes. She is stunning,” her lips widened in a deeper grin. His heart, suddenly hurting at the thought of his mother again, Malcolm was curious, “You don't resent all the times you spent away from her? Or her?”“If I say I don't, I lie,” a soft sigh escaped Zoe, as she looked up at the beautiful chandelier that was sitting up on the ceiling of the living room, while staring at it dreamily like a new kind of attra
Ding dong! The shrill chime of the doorbell outside the door instantly cut through Jasmine's thoughts and her back to the present from her room. For a moment, she couldn’t move. Her body remained frozen as if her brain had paused, and her heart, hammered. It was when her phone which was by her side sounded with a loud notification, that she fully kicked out of the reset mode her mind had gone into. She grabbed the phone so languidly as if something was sucking life out of her. A message notification from Justine flashed through her face when she swiped the screen up, and it read, ‘I’m outside. Please come get me.’ Turning on the lights in the room, Jasmine rose to her feet and hurried out of her room with light steps, careful not to wake Raine up. When she opened the front door of the house, a silent gasp escaped her as soon as she saw her. Justine was looking like life had chewed her up and spit her out. Her eyes were red with weariness and swollen with tears, and her sho
The bedroom showed no sign of life because the lights there were off, but someone was sitting by the window side, staring out into her uninteresting compound, while lost in thoughts. She sat at the edge of her armchair with her arms crossed over her chest, her eyes fixed on nothing in particular. The air around her felt so thick with tension, and it felt too heavy to pull into her lungs, because it was constricted with pain. It had been almost two hours since Zoe left, but Jasmine’s heart had not known rest because of what she said. The most shocking part of her life was all exposed in just one evening, and she was still trying so hard to process it. Her truths were wrapped in so much pain.She had been trying to keep up with the chaos inside her head, but it was as if Zoe's pain now lived in her lungs.‘She was married?’ Jasmine could not get her mind off that part, because that piece of information was not included in her public biography. There was no news about it. ‘If she was
Zoe adjusted the face cap she was wearing and bent her head, her eyes boring deep into the floor as she entered into the elevator with Malcolm. It was when they entered and the doors shut, that she thought to herself that it would have been better if he had gone up first. ‘What could be worse than the tip-off of where she was staying the night? Meeting up with Malcolm Meyer in his private penthouse? It would look too good on paper. The speculations would be terrifying and suffocating!’“You can remove the cap now,” Malcolm told her as soon as they reached the penthouse of the forty-five floored building, and stepped out of the elevator. “Okay,” she muttered, even if she didn't pull it off immediately. She was still a little bothered that someone might see them. The penthouse was quiet when Zoe stepped in after Malcolm opened the door, and it was the kind of stifling silence that made her heartbeat echo in her own ears. And maybe somehow, because she had seen what his house looked
“Those two must have been planning it since! They must have!” Irina’s flare cut through his thoughts, as she gritted her teeth hard, “I have never even thought of her ever coming back. Mill assured her everything was over, and that she would never have reasons to return anymore!” Her heart continued to beat fast, as a raging headache began to rise within her head. She had been having that for days now, and it had just worsened. “This was his silent comeback?” A bitter scowl escaped her, as she sucked in a shaky breath of fury before taking her seat as she shut her eyes tight because of the terrible headache. “No wonder that bastard wasn't saying anything and just watched us run things behind him. He was planning to bring his mother back to the company,” Irina groaned. “Then we should tell the board. This might change their minds,” Andre blurted out without even thinking. “You stupid fool!” Irina cursed under her trembling breath, “What has that got to do with the shareholders?
Back at the Meyers mansion, the moment of peace shattered the moment the front doors burst open, and Irina stormed into the mansion like a hurricane still pompously dressed in her extravagant ball dress.Her hair was still perfectly curled, but her face, which was shining so beautifully, was scrunched up in anger that made the maids scatter as soon as they saw her coming. They hadn't expected to see her so early and had rejoiced endlessly since the plan was to be gone for five days on a nice trip. It made them so disappointed.“Where is my son?!” she barked, tossing her coat and purse aside as she turned to the terrified ones that remained. One of the maids that worked directly with her hurried forward, as she looked to the floor instantly, “Ma’am, Master Andre is in the….”Irina didn’t wait to hear the rest as she stormed past the lady, only for her heels to hit the huge vase along where she passed, causing her to stumble. However, she was fast enough to catch herself against a gil
Driving away from Jasmine’s beautiful and peaceful neighborhood, Zoe struggled to breathe behind the steering wheel of her car. Her entire body was trembling and she was so tensed up, because of the heated encounter she had with her minutes ago, and she had not yet regained herself even after the short discussion she had with Raine. She didn't even understand why she had ranted uncontrollably and talked about her entire life in just a few minutes. She had screamed about her past, pain, and everything she had buried under fine clothing, and business smiles to no one else but her mother. Of course, in the most bitter way ever. ‘Goodness!’ Zoe screamed in her head, mortified that even if she wanted her to see the good side of her, she had failed. Her hands struggled to steady behind the steering wheel as she drove and gripped it so tightly as if it would help her calm herself down, her breath coming in shallow draws. She was confused. ‘Should she call Jasmine back and apologize for
A bitter smile curved Zoe’s lips, “I am sorry I have made you uncomfortable all this while. To be honest, I just really want somewhere to feel at home,” she shrugged slightly as if it was nothing, even if she was crumbling within her. “Growing up with my granny, I had a very rough life. Was bullied endlessly because I had no Mum, and was dirt poor. I worked my ass trying to get an education, but it didn't pay off because I had too many debts. Then an old man my granny knew agreed to take away my debt if I got married, so I did, hoping to escape my lowly, but it was way worse. I suffered a lot,” Zoe began to recount everything that she had been wanting to let out, at least to the very woman she desperately wanted to tell the truth to. She wanted her to know that even if Emily had been her biological Mum, she had a trashy life in the past either way. She had never truly had a family. “You.. you've been married?” Jasmine's incoherent words stumbled out of her trembling lips, as she st
“What do you mean?” Jasmine, who had been pretending not to listen to their conversation almost asked, her eyes widening in shock at what Zoe had just revealed.But Raine took the words right out of her lips before she could say it. “What? Really?” Her eyes sparked up in curiosity.Zoe shrugged lightly, as if trying to make the conversation as natural as possible, “She told me she is not my Mum.”“How?” Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “You were adopted?!” Her voice rose in speculation. “No,” Zoe laughed.More confusion crossed Raine's features, making her more puzzled than the last, “Then how? She picked you up?” “Maybe because she has lost her mind or something. She rambles on these days. That was when she told me,” she mumbled. “Lost her mind?” Raine's voice lowered in pity. “Yeah. She did pretty bad things, and I guess maybe that is her reward. She doesn't even recognize me,” Zoe laughed like it was some bad joke. Genuinely, Raine's eyes lowered in worry, as she questione