Ivy had been suffocated and frustrated for days, barely talking to any of the family, and had marginalized herself without giving anyone reasons why she had been like that. And since everything seemed to have turned upside down with the ongoing case with family, no one seemed to care too much because they all had a lot of issues going through their minds and heads. Her mind had been racing through a thousand thoughts, but it had always been revolving back to the same agonizing possibility, which was a truth she feared more than anything. ‘Were they really together? Was it even possible? Did it even make sense?!’ Ivy trembled as she bit at her nails nervously, again and again, the same way she had been doing for days. The thought of Marcel and Audrey being in a relationship was like a poison that wouldn’t leave her mind, and the memories of Audrey’s denials played on her mind endlessly for days. She said she didn't even know him at all! But then, thinking about it, the signs
Martin had been trying so hard to meet Zoe ever since the news of her involvement with an attempted murder came out, but it had been so difficult because she seemed to be busier than ever. She could barely reply to his text messages or come to see him, and he could barely give her an answer concerning what she had asked of him. That day, after she revealed everything about herself that she had been keeping to herself, he found it so overwhelming that he had not expected her to tell him at all. However, when she asked for his help to take her revenge, he chickened out because of fear of the Meyers, knowing that he had much less power compared to them. And ever since he told her he would think about it and reconsider, she has taken his answer for no, and quickly scrapped the part where he helped her by drawing her plan again where he wasn't involved. When he tried to get across to her to tell her that he was willing to give it a trial after days of putting thoughts together, it was
Dressed in a long, white coat, with her hair carefully and neatly tucked beneath a surgical cap, while having a white face mask covering half of her face and leaving only her eyes visible, Zoe slipped through the hospital corridors, and sauntered with confidence like any other normal doctors around. With her heart beating in unrest even if she managed to maintain composure, her hand tightened around the clipboard she had picked up to complete her disguise, as she continued to move tactically, with only one place in her mind. With a VIP card that belonged to one of the top doctors that could access the elevator which led to the floor where Audrey was admitted, she was able to scale through successfully without being detected, as she approached the room in her mind.Standing in front of the formidable door at the left row of the long hallway for a few seconds, she pulled herself together as she drew in a short breath, and with a glance down the hall, slipped into the room before closi
Zoe sat on the edge of her bed, her mind troubled with the weight of the news she had just heard at the hospital, and her heart raced erratically, the surfeit thoughts in her head, jarring her from the possibility of sleep. “Audrey is pregnant,” The forbidding words that the nurse revealed to the doctor had been echoing in her mind like two stones blasting heavily against one another.‘Audrey was pregnant? How? Since when?!’ Her stomach churned with anxiety as she paced the length of her room going back and forth.Restlessly, in the suffocating silence of her room, Zoe’s thoughts screamed at her louder than anything, ‘The news was not only a shocking one, but also dangerous as well.’‘The Meyers could never find out! If they did, they would do anything to twist the situation to their advantage if they found out. They might brand Audrey the worst name ever, ruin hers and Marcel’s reputation, and destroy so many plans that had been lying ahead!’ The thought of what they could do sent
Zoe sat across from Marcel in his private suite where they agreed to meet after her successful sneaking into the hospital, and her heart was heavy with guilt as she struggled to meet his gaze. She had a lot to tell him, and nothing much to say at the same time. It was the morning of the next day after she left Aaron at home since she didn't have any work to go to, and it had been weighing heavily on her heart that she just had to see him and give him feedback. She observed the tension that coursed through his body even if he tried to maintain maximum composure, his eyes meandering endlessly across the room even if he had nothing to look at, as if he was waiting for her to speak first. Marcel's desperation to hear something positive from her was palpable, and Zoe could feel it in the way he kept shifting in his seat, as she struggled with how to start the conversation in her head, in a way that would not end up ruining things if she divulged too much. “Were they able to clear the f
Amid the buzzing city in the evening, a piece of jaw-breaking news which took the city in ripples and caused an uproar suddenly stormed from nowhere, with a damning narrative that was so sudden and shocking, taking a swift turn in the most condemning headlines that the media had been weaponizing for weeks. It began with the breaking news at 7:00 PM at the top billboard spot and the media house news channel, as the main anchor’s voice, calm, and collected, captured the attention of everyone. “In a shocking twist this evening, newly uncovered footage from the most memorable birthday party of Irina Meyer has surfaced, revealing key evidence that casts significant doubt on the attempted murder accusations concerning the billionaire heiress of ANCLAIR conglomerate, clearing her of all charges…….”Instantly, tweets and hashtags went online as people began to share the news as fast as they could, and it began to spread like wildfire, the same way the accusatory news that almost destroyed Z
Malcolm sat at the study desk in his room, with his eyes fixed on the screen of the tablet that laid before him, while watching the evening news of the day with a deep sense of simmering satisfaction, and for a moment, he felt an overwhelming sense of vindication. He hadn't realized how badly Zoe's name had been dragged through the mud for too long until he returned to the country, and he was glad that he was able to do something about it, even if it had been too late. Leaning back in his leather chair, his eyes narrowed meaningfully, he contemplated his next move, as his left thumb hovered over the phone in his left hand, with a sense of restlessness filling his entirety.He hadn't spoken to her in weeks ever since she had warned him to stay out of her life, and he had tried so hard to be obedient to her. He had restrained the incite to call her all those while. But, more than ever, Malcolm felt the suffocating and unbearable urge to see her or hear her voice again as he stared at
Irina stood in the center of her large, luxurious bedroom which had just been turned upside down after it was just scanned minutes ago, as her heart pounded erratically against her ribcage, her eyes fixated on the dreadful horror she was staring at. Her breaths came in sharp, shallow gasps as she stared in disbelief and shock, at the small, insidious devices that had been hidden in every corner of her room without suspicion, all scattered across the floor- the dread that she had been sharing her private space with, longer than she could ever figure out. From underneath her bed frame, the floorboards, her nightstand, and the corner and shelves of her dressing room that had been scanned thoroughly, were where the black beeping devices were discovered. Wiretaps in her room. Everywhere. Just days ago, Irina had unintentionally discovered the spy and tracking app that had been unknowingly installed on her phone when it suddenly fell in pieces, and had to be taken to a phone engineer
Meanwhile, at the MEL-CO headquarters company that morning, every worker scrambled quietly to get to the main building to clock in for the day with their employee’s card, where they could stuff themselves into the elevator and get to their respective offices before their working hours for the day would begin. Inside the private elevator which led instantly to the CEO's office was Malcolm standing without a word, and beside him was Edward, who was shuffling through a neatly organized tablet of notes, completely unaware of the storm awaiting them as the elevator went up with the speed of light. Reaching the top floor of the office building, the elevator doors slid open with a quiet dinger, and Malcolm stepped out, his polished leather shoes blending with a silent click against the marble floor. He was dressed in an impeccable dark navy blue suit, which perfectly complemented the crisp white shirt beneath, and the black tie that knotted his neck. Expecting to see the usual bustling
Amid the hubbub that had filled the city’s media outlets, Isla sat in her office, with her legs crossed elegantly behind her desk. Her lips were curved in a satisfied smirk, as she sipped delicately from the porcelain mug filled with tea that was hanging between her fingers. She drew deep breaths in and out as she closed her eyes to savor the rich aroma of the tea incessantly before each sip, with her eyes glistening in the amusement of the exciting news that filled her ears that morning. The huge television that was always buried within the walls of her office and had always just served for aesthetics, played out its first purpose of displaying the scandal regarding the person, whose downfall she wished for desperately. Her lips curled in a derisive, wicked grin, as she muttered, “So many people want her ruined too,” Isla thought with delight, “It is not just me. How poetic,” she tilted her head as the anchor’s voice droned on about the chaos at the mall. To her, it sounde
Jasmine drove her car along the quite busy street that led to her flower shop in the morning after dropping Raine off at school, while tapping her fingers on the steering wheel absentmindedly, her thoughts still muddled from a restless and sleepless night. She didn't sleep well the entire night. She had too many worries buzzing around in her head, even if no one could tell just by looking at her merely. She looked as radiant as ever, her auburn hair loosely tied into a bun, and lips a perfect curve in the usual alluring manner. The tires of her car glided right across the front of her shop, and she pulled up outside it, the brakes letting out a faint squeak as the car staggered a few miles to the back before it finally came to a halt.Turning to the back to grab her bag from the passenger’s seat, she stepped out of her car and waited a few seconds before shutting the door behind her, as a brief weariness weighed against her heart.Jasmine drew in a deep, sharp breath and shut her ey
The drive to the mall had been a lot for Zoe, who was driving with the intensity that she wanted to solve what was going on in her company, only to be rammed with a memory she wanted to be very sure wasn't hers. She tried to block the absurd drunken memory that flashed through her mind out of her head as she drove and switched lanes aggressively, while jerking her steering wheel left and right. All through her drive, she was calling back a few of those who had called her incessantly to give them an order about what to do. “Come up with the fastest way to mitigate the effect of being sued by the victims, before we get to the bottom of this,” she informed the legal team. “Secure the footage for the past two weeks at the food storage and distribution centers, with the past few days in focus. Contact the heads and receive their logs for the past few days instantly, so that we can know what distribution unit brought it to the mall,” she told Hepzy, her general manager, whom she was sure
“What happened?” Zoe questioned, her voice calm and collected, even if her head was already conjuring up the worst case scenarios. “One of our food products….” Zara exhaled sharply, her head spinning with worry, “It landed three children from different homes in the hospital yesterday night. Severe food poisoning. A mother went public about it, and now it is everywhere on social media, and news outlets. The two other moms joined in too, and now it is a crazy business. The mall is being dragged through the dirt, and people are canceling their orders. Many people are saying a lot of trash, and calling for a boycott. It is crazy!” She narrated without taking a breath. Zoe's head almost tumbled hearing that, but she remained composed regardless, “Which store?”“The gourmet section. It is the new frozen chicken which was just added to the line. They said they all had it for dinner yesterday night, and that was the food they had in common. I truly hope that there will be no more casualtie
The morning sunlight filtered through the floor-length curtains of the living room which were usually barely opened, with its mild rays radiating heat against the body of the lady that was sprawled on the couch, her tightly shut eyes squinting endlessly. Unable to cope with the intensity of the sunrays, Zoe tried to turn to the other side the way she usually did on her bed, when her other hand suddenly landed on an open space causing her heart and eyes to jump open at the same time. ‘Shit. Where was she?’ she wondered, as her eyes which were initially struggling to open parted instantly from the shock that she landed on the floor from the chair. ‘She was sleeping in her living room and not her room?’ Zoe panicked, as she pulled her body up instantly, and looked around, wondering if it was truly morning already. ‘How long did she sleep?’ she wondered, her eyes scanning around as if she could tell just by that. She could tell from how she was feeling in her body that she slept a lot
“You know her?” Jasmine asked reflexively, before she shook her head, realizing what a weird question she asked, “I guess she is so popular that you even know her,” She shook her head again, “It is no news if a child born today knows her.” “Ye…es. Yes. Yes, I do,” Justine answered, almost stuttering, her voice and gaze a little distant as if she was getting lost in the thoughts of something else. Her face suddenly stiffened in a more deepened shock. “She is. She is somehow the daughter of my first love, and friend who betrayed me so terribly. It is crazy how life turns out,” she continued to rant endlessly, deeply bitter because she just couldn't help but wonder how. She ran a thumb along the rim of her glass, staring at the city as if the answers were out there somewhere, and continued to speak, “And I know that it is not the child's fault that all this happened, but I cannot help but be resentful,” she paused again, her head spinning. “Sometimes I get sentimental, which is
Malcolm's face turned pale as soon as she heard her question, and cats got his tongue so bad because he had not even expected her to ask on such a serious note. Words suddenly eluded him and his mind became a blank mark. “I just had to ask you know,” She let out a breathy, humorless laugher, the wine making her bold, or maybe just honest, “I mean my life is still pathetic even if I am rich, and I still cannot be happy. You would never even be happy with me. Just like we never were,” she smiled. Malcolm's heart sank the moment she said that, and his eyes, dark and weighted with things he never said, locked onto hers.“Find another woman,” she murmured as if compelling him, “One you don’t have to share so much guilt with, and have to atone to, for the rest of your life. And maybe I might find someone too someday. Someone I don’t have a love-hate relationship and very bad memories with.” “Love-hate?” Malcolm echoed, his voice less composed, or quiet now, his confusion betraying his co
The balcony doors of the Grand MEL-CO suite were open on the fifteenth floor to the cool night breeze, which carried the faintest scent of the sea not too far away from the beautiful view. Seated there comfortably were two dear friends, who took the evening to meet up and get lost in the reverie of the moment while sharing how their days had gone without seeing one another. A glass of whiskey sat between the fingers of Justine, a stunning woman at forty-nine with beautiful striking features, as she leaned back against the cushioned chair she was sitting on, with two of her legs stretched out to the front, while delicately swirling the stem of her half-empty wine glass. A long, satisfied sigh escaped her, as she stretched her arms overhead, her eyes glistening with admiration of the beautiful sight before her. “You have no idea how much I needed that spa today,” she mused, tilting her head toward her friend, “I swear, Jasmine, it was divine. You would have loved it.” She sighed d