Standing quietly while lost in thoughts, Zoe stood for a few seconds, watching Audrey, who had slept off on one of the couches in the living room with an ache in her heart. Even in the poor lady's sleep, her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and the pain was etched into her face even in unconsciousness, while wincing painfully in her sleep. Her eyes traced the contours of Audrey's face, which she had never really observed properly, and a soft sigh escaped her lips, when she winced painfully again and again, her body curling slightly as if to protect herself from the invisible wounds that haunted her even in sleep.Slowly, Zoe reached out, her fingers brushing lightly against her hair, as she whispered, “Sleep well,” before she pulled away. With a final glance, she turned and left the room and shut the door behind her, as she made her way to where the car was parked, with her bodyguard, Dylan, already waiting by the car. He opened the door for her as she approached, and zoomed off aft
Malcolm sat in his luxurious study, surrounded by walls of dark mahogany bookshelves filled with an array of leather-bound volumes, his eyes skimming over the contents of a report displayed on his tablet, his fingers lightly tapping the screen as he made some annotation. In one hand, he held his phone, effortlessly multitasking as he engaged in a conversation with Edward, through the small earpods tucked into his ears. “The financial statements for next quarter are ready for review, sir. I will forward them to you now,” Edward said from the other side of the phone, while sitting in the comfort of his home, for the first time in a long while. Ever since Malcolm had returned from his long disappearance, he had been working from home rather than at the office, and it had made things easier for him because he would not have to see his capricious moods switch violently all day. “Make sure the board sees these first things tomorrow, and prepare a draft response for the investors' inquir
Sitting at the extended terrace of her room in her villa was Zoe, who had just ended a video call with an acquaintance, her mind pondering back on what Audrey had told her before she left hours ago, right after she returned from her short meeting with Martin. She had promised to help her fly Aaron out of the country without anyone finding out, which would not require the legal stamp of her husband or the Meyers, which had always been a prerequisite in case the child had to ever travel by public plane. It was how they had kept her in check for years so that they would not lose sight of the child if she tried to sneak him. However, Zoe was staring with confusion and disbelief, her eyes fixed on the picture that she had before her, which she had been curious about after her brief talk with Audrey. The man she was looking at in the picture stared back at her with a striking resemblance which she was certain that she had seen recently, even though she couldn’t place where. The problem w
Sitting at a cozy fine restaurant that same evening on the outskirts of the city was Ivy, whose eyes nervously darted to the entrance of the fine dining countless number of times, as she anticipated the arrival of the man she had given every reason to come earlier that day. Lost in her random thoughts and worries while she sat impatiently, she wondered how she would act if he appeared, what she would say to him at first, and how she would explain what she wanted to tell him. Every minute felt like forever as she waited for him, hoping that he would not ditch her for some last-minute prior engagement if he changed his mind about coming, because there was no way she would be able to summon the courage to meet him anymore. Momentarily, every nerve in her became stiff with the whiff of his familiar cologne that wafted through her senses, her breath sucking into her throat as soon as she raised her eyes instinctively to see him approaching where she was sitting. Nothing about him had c
Zoe's sleek car cruised down the quiet road before her, as her hand gripped the steering wheel of her car tightly, her mind swirling with anxiety as she approached the agreed-upon spot. The rate of her heartbeat quickened for a few seconds, as she sighted a black SUV with tinted windows that came into view right before her while droving slowly. She pulled up just right by the car and rolled down her window just enough to receive the parcel that was being passed through, and the exchange that occurred momentarily was swift and silent, with no exchange of words As soon as she received the package, she drove away instantly, her chest tightening with unease as she tossed the box to the backseat, resisting the urge to open it right there, and instead, drove straight to her villa. Finally, as Zoe reached the gates of the secluded villa, she pulled into the garage and halted the car, as she sat in silence for a moment, and turned to stare at the parcel that had been resting on the ba
A scream threatened to tear through Zoe's throat at the moment, but only a strangled sob escaped her, unable to process the excruciating pain that she had been plunged into, as she gasped for breath, her body convulsing with the overwhelming surge of pain and despair. Her legs gave out beneath her, and she crumpled unceremoniously to the cold floor as the marriage certificate slipped from her trembling fingers, fluttering carefully to the floor in the way her dreams had been shattered. Instinctively, her hands gripped the floor and her clothes for support, the more the reality of the memories came flooding while she fought for air, the world spinning around her and the betrayal of her mind suffocating her.The first memory that she had partially seen as soon as she woke up from her near-death experience at the hospital, was herself in a wedding dress and with a man, whose face she didn't see properly. It scared her so much because it was the first time she had seen it that clearly.
Ivy stared blankly out of her window, a champagne flute perfectly arched between her fingers, her mind lost in disturbing thoughts that refused to stop badgering her head. Her encounter with Marcel played over and over in her head like a broken record stuck on repeat, as she tried to understand why his demeanor changed instantly upon seeing a glance at Audrey’s picture who had called her at the moment. He remained unfazed when she told him of Isla's plans. He had seemed so calm, so collected up until that point, and it was as if the name and the contact photo on her screen had flipped a switch on him, releasing emotions that had been buried in him. He left shortly after without saying much after she told him she was a wife to her brother, and did not even give her a reasonable answer when she asked if he knew her, causing her more confusion than ever. And even if she didn't want to bother about it, her chest couldn't help but tighten with the speculations that occurred to her, h
Standing in front of the dresser was a breathtaking figure of masculine grace and charm who was busy adjusting the lapels of his impeccably tailored suit, his eyes barely noticing the usual perfectness he usually wanted in place regarding his appearance. As he fastened the last button of his crisp white shirt and clasped his watch around his wrist, Malcolm's eyes darted to an almost perfect reflection of himself that also stared at him, betraying his elegance with the deep sadness that was deeply engraved in his eyes. His mind could not help but wander back to Zoe, and he could not help but wonder where she had been since the last time they saw, and what she had been up to. He had tried to bury his emotions under endless work, meetings, and exhausting deadlines, telling himself that it was best that he tried hard to respect her decisions, but no matter how hard he tried, thoughts of her always found a way to sneak into his head. She had that effect on him, like a rippling water ef
But Zoe didn’t move. Instead, she just stood there, staring at the flowers with her mind tangled in a mess of resentment and something she refused to name as she rose to her feet. And somehow, her feet carried her toward the kitchen instead, as her eyes caught sight of the china and teacup. The ones she had planned to return also. ‘Goodness! Just why would he do all this without even asking her first?!’ Zoe screamed in her head even if her tired lips could utter nothing as she began a careful deliberation in her mind concerning how she would return it, knowing that she wanted to have no business stepping into his house.And just right at that moment too, the small green packet next to her microwave caught her eyes exactly where he had left it, and it was the herbal tea he had sent to her. The note he had attached to it lingered in her head and it made her scoff. ‘What business does he have with her insomnia?’And yet, her hands moved on their own, filling her kettle, lighting the
The black car glided softly into the estate as Dylan steered it through the silent, tree-lined road that led to Zoe's mansion, and pulled up smoothly to the front entrance of her house, his movements smooth and controlled, just as they always were. His eyes flashed to the front mirror for a few seconds as he turned the car off, before he reluctantly stepped out, and smartly walked around the car to the right side of the passenger seat. He hesitated for a few seconds before he pulled the door open towards his direction for Zoe, and then waited for her to step out as usual. And for a few seconds, Zoe remained sitting without stirring, as her eyes dimmed into a distant gaze as if her mind had pulled her entirety into an abyss. She was lost somewhere in her never ending thought, and Dylan knew that look. He had studied it more times than he cared to admit. His usual mask of indifference switched that moment for a few seconds as his gaze lingered on her, with a longing mixed with so
It was late in the night already, and Dylan was just driving Zoe back home. She sat in the back seat and slouched her back comfortably against the leather chair, with her neck hanging sideways against the closed window in the most elegant way ever. Somehow, she was trying not to think of it earlier. She was trying not to think of having to sit before Andre in her office, and talk so casually. It reminded her of Audrey. It reminded her of the woman whose dreams were stolen, and a woman whom somehow no one seemed to remember. It made her heart ache that even her husband seemed to have no ounce of sadness for her death. His expression turned even colder at the mention of her name. As much as Zoe tried to push the thoughts and triggering insinuations that kept creeping into her mind because of the silent investigations she had been doing, she couldn't help but remember what Audrey told her. That someone had threatened her after her encounter with Marcel, and sent an anonymous message
Despite the seeping feeling of cold air into the atmosphere in the office of the CEO of the RINASHONE art gallery, it did nothing to ease the storm that was brewing in Isla's heart, who sat slouched against her chair.Her eyes which had been narrowed by a disdainful glare stared again at the chart that was before her, and she could not help but scrunch up her face the more she read those numbers before her. ‘Ridiculous!’ She almost scoffed, ‘The gallery’s earnings for the month were barely enough. Barely enough!’ her eyes glanced through the pile of invoices again, and then glared at the final figure. “This is not good. Not nearly enough,” she muttered spitefully, the more she thought of her debts which loomed over her like a noose. The ones that had given her sleepless nights because somehow there was nowhere she could have pulled the funds from. Isla leaned back in her chair and gritted her teeth angrily, thinking of how the numbers were still low with the exhibition they held an
The bright lights of the city shone against the tinted windows of the car that drove through the highways of the city, but it didn't do anything to catch the attention of the man who sat back in the backseat of his luxurious car, while rubbing his temples absently with one another.As he remained mute without uttering anything all through the journey back home which was unlike his usual self, his mind momentarily flashed back to the event that happened earlier that day, as he steamed with the remnant of his frustration.It was the second time he had a face-to-face conversation with her. He had stormed into her mall straight from work with his pulse hammering with frustration without even thinking too much about it, the moment he realized that yet again, there was no reply. He was so pissed. For days, she had ignored his email. And when he was told that she asked him to be let inside at once, he was quite taken. He had expected that she would prove so difficult so that he would be ab
Her shortcomings. That had been her concern all afternoon. Not the great news Hepzy went back and forth about. Rather than the joy and excitement that usually came with it, she just felt relieved. Relieved that she was doing well. She wasn't happy about it. There was nothing to be joyful about. As she sat at her desk surrounded by neatly stacked reports and a laptop screen glowing with financial projections before her, the numbers stared back at her. Poor and unproductive in her dictionary. As much as it looked impossible, she had always aimed for every venture she had mapped out in the mall. It wasn't just a mall. It was an empire. The one that billions had been finished off on, and it would end up swallowing more if poured into it. Pulling off something that huge had taken so much willpower and mental strength even if every social psychology quotient of hers was always fluctuating. The ice skating rink and the luxury car exhibition space were doing the lowest. 8% returns was all
The faint aroma of herbal tea lingered in the air of the office, where Zoe sat uprightly behind her table, with her poised demeanor betraying no sign of the turmoil that had lingered over her for the past few days even till the night before.Across from her, Zara, who was holding a notepad clutched to her chest, continued to stare at her so overtly, while wondering what kind of woman she was. “You have been watching me like a hawk,” Zoe, whose gaze was fixated on what she was looking at on the tablet that was before her, “Spill it.”Zara hesitated before speaking, as she stared at her, with a concerned expression, “I don't want you to say I bother too much, but I really cannot help but be so worried. I mean you suddenly made me book a flight after the launching, and then left. You came back and told no one. You came in looking so sick and pale, and now you are doing so much work already. You are asking if things you've never……..”“Can you catch your breath, Zara?” Zoe cut her off ins
It was so dark in the night already, and barely anything could be heard around the estate anymore except the branches of trees moving in the movement of the wind, and the sound of crickets that buzzed amidst the gardens that were around. Malcolm was seen returning to Zoe's house after he had left many minutes ago, with big bags in his hands as he made his way to the front of her mansion. Slipping in through the front door now that he knew its password, he stepped in casually and locked the door behind it. Since he left the other inner door that led to the living room open without closing it when he left earlier, it was easier to just enter on tiptoe without disrupting her. Catching a sight of her still sleeping on the couch in her living room, he dropped the bag he was carrying on the cold, marbled floor, and walked over to her side to feel her temperature. He noticed that she was still burning with a fever. Carefully, Malcolm carried her the same way he had done the previous day,
Malcolm had stood by the window of his mansion all evening after returning from work, with his fingers tapping idly at the corners of it which he had never noticed before, but was as sparkly as ever because the cleaning services that usually cleaned his house were perfect at their job. His eyes had fixed on the road outside as he waited restlessly, with his thoughts sinking into a tangled mess of concern and yearning for the woman he had been bothered about more than ever all day because of the articles that were published. And just at the moment when his eyes caught the sight of a car which rolled into view and drove past his mansion, his heart skipped in relief, before he instantly turned away from the window and hurried out. ‘She was back.’He walked fast, and even almost ran, hoping that he would be able to still meet her outside before she entered her house. In the opposite direction, her car drove past him as he walked, and he didn't even mind anything apart from her. His ey