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
The entrance to the beautiful mansion of the Meyers was nothing short of grand, totally different from what it usually portrayed during the daytime, as guests pulled into the sprawling driveway with their luxurious cars and stepped into the limelight of being seen by others. The exclusive event was flooded with A-list elite guests dressed in their finest attire which exuded an air of regality, and they all made their way into the fine outdoor garden where the birthday party was in full swing already, with every step graceful, and each conversation filled with concealed power and influence. Dressed in crisp white and black uniforms were waiters and waitresses, who glided between the guests with silver trays carrying delicate hors d'oeuvres and crystal flutes that contained vintage champagne. At the far end of the garden, beneath an ornate gazebo, a live string quartet played gentle, classical music that floated across the space, their notes blending perfectly with the laughter that
Sauntering into the grand event which he had no business with and was totally uninterested in was Marcel, whose heart pounded beneath the layers of his tailored suit, his eyes scanning the opulence of the occasion and guests that were around. Though he loathed events like that and had little or no interest in them, he couldn't help but want to be there. He was there for just one reason.Meeting with Ivy days ago when she desperately asked to see him was something he would not have done on a normal day even if she said it was urgent, considering that it was the tactics most of his ex-girlfriends used whenever they wanted to see him again. However, he had a change of mind when she mentioned the jewelry company he was making investments in, and he knew that, regardless of what bait she might have planned with that after so long of stopping to contact one another, it wouldn't hurt to hear what she had to say. However, never would he have expected that Audrey, who he had been hoping to
Right at that moment when Marcel was trying to get Ivy out of his way, Irina, who was standing before everyone, had begun to give her speech, her eyes darting around so softly looking for the one person that was supposed to be at her party but seemed to be nowhere. She was dressed in an exquisite gown that flowed elegantly around her, shining with unmatched elegance, and had the perfect glamorous outlook that made her exude a timeless charm that made her look younger than her age. Her lips curved into a smirk as she raised her champagne glass, and began to give the speech in appreciation to everyone who attended, “Thank you, everyone, for being here tonight,” she spoke eloquently, her voice smooth and steady, with a calculated pause, following every few words, “It means so much to me to see so many familiar faces. Friends, acquaintances, family,” she continued. When she mentioned the word ‘family,’ the guests were amused and surprised that the most significant member of her family
In just three days, everything had turned upside down in the city, and there seemed to be no way out of the investigation that was ongoing, concerning the incident that occurred at the Meyers mansion on the night of Irina's 60th birthday party. Every guest that was invited to the party was all under thorough investigation, and with their alibi being proved one after another, they employed the services of their best lawyers to be free from the humiliation of being a suspect in an attempted murder case. The Meyers had been restless for days with the sirens of the police constantly visiting the neighbourhood and mansion, thoroughly investigating what could have prompted the fall from the terrace, considering that every CCTV camera at that moment was suddenly not working. Unfortunately, the area of focus in videos that were also captured during the event was mainly the party grounds, which left one person as the suspect. The only person that was with her on the terrace at that moment
“I didn't expect the news to escalate in just a few days. I cannot believe we got rid of those pests once at a time,” A haughty grin split Ivy's lips as she spoke, her full focus on her phone as her fingers typed fast. She sat across from Isla in their private living room, while Irina slouched comfortably on a deluxe couch, at the opposite side of the living room, while demurely sipping from the cup of strawberry milkshake she had had, grasped in her right hand. It was the first time the family gathered after the entire hubbub that occurred at the birthday party and turned the media upside down, which left them vulnerable to intrusive reporters who wanted an exclusive, and giving statements about what happened at the police station. It has been quite a lot to deal with. Irina's face contorted into a disdainful mark upon hearing what Ivy said, as the deaf maid in the room massaged her head skillfully even if her eyes were closed, “That is why I need to make sure that good for noth
It felt like a bomb had been dispelled into the room at what Isla said, and it was almost impossible to take her seriously immediately, because she was never in the position to care if Aaron was truly missing or not. However, the expression she had on her face was too stern to be fake. “What? Are you serious now?!” Ivy looked up from her phone, confusion etched across her face, waiting for Isla to say it was a joke, even if she knew her sister was not the type to make one. “Apparently, his mother told his school that they were moving to another country, and received every necessary school report and document for him,” Isla appeared so calm and spoke softly as if she was saying the most natural thing ever. “What?! Audrey did what?!” Irina finally found her voice after processing what she had just heard, her eyes jumping wide open in shock in a way none of them had ever seen, as she signaled to the deaf maid to leave instantly. “Yes. He is nowhere to be found, and the supposed camp
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