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“What?! You are not taking back the engagement?!” Zoe yelled furiously as she glared at Malcolm, the moment he made his intentions clear after she asked him. He arrived shortly after Gary left, and had driven at a high speed when he was told that she was in the hospital. Entering the ward, he was bewildered to see her pacing around instead of lying on the next like someone who was truly sick, and her next question surprised him as soon as she saw him.“You and I know that this engagement thing is bullshit. So, clinging on hopelessly to something that is not there is not nice for the both of us,” Zoe tried to convince Malcolm further with calmness, even if she was trying hard not to lash out at him too. “We can make it work better. You are like this because you are yet to regain your memories, but trust me, this is for the best,” Malcolm answered her demurely, feeling a little guilty that he was going along with the agreement he already had with her grandfather to tell her the exact
What are you suddenly getting at?” Zoe questioned with a sneer, feigning ignorance. “Is that jealousy I sense?” Malcolm teased with a chuckle as he gazed at her, tilting his head amusingly. “You must finally be losing it. Can you please be on your way now? I would like to have my peace without having to share the space with you,” she sneered and dropped the cup of unfinished coffee as she stood up, and made her way into the bathroom, without waiting to hear anything he wanted to say.Upon entering, her eyes observed how neat and organized the bathroom was, even if Malcolm had used it moments ago, which showed how snazzy and intricate he was in his doings. She stared at the huge, deluxe space for a long while, before taking her seat in the bathtub. She hung her head languorously as she tried to think of what she would do, since things seemed not to be working in her favor now. ‘Her grandfather wanted to marry Malcolm at all costs, and the only solution she thought of was not worki
Zoe returned to her room instantly and slammed the door forcefully after ushering the maids who were cleaning the place out instantly. She began to pace back and forth every corner of the room, while thinking hard of what she would do concerning what had just happened to her. Of what was going on.‘She needed to know what was going on!’ 'Did these people treat her like that in the past? Or were they treating her like that now? What did she not remember?’ Zoe's body trembled uncontrollably as she continued to think so hard. It frustrated her so much to her guts that she was in the dark about what happened in the past just because her memories were gone. It was more confusing that no one was telling her more than she knew. ‘What the heck happened?!’ Zoe continued to wonder restlessly in fear and confusion. Her hand quickly grabbed her phone as she checked the internet to check for any news about Malcolm, and the only news article that popped up was the one from an event he attended
“Sir. The meeting is in about thirty minutes. We should be on our way now,” Edward informed Malcolm as he entered the large, expansive suite, whose attention was fully buried in the numerous files that were before him. “How far is the investigation into the cause of Zoe's accident going?” Malcolm questioned, instead, with his eyes still fixed on what he was going through, like he had been waiting for him to come around so that he could ask. “They said that there was nothing off and that nothing had been tampered with in the car that could have caused the accident. The truck driver who drove the car died a few weeks ago because of complications from an underlying illness, which made the investigation more difficult because there is no one to question,” Edward explained, the same way he was informed by the officer in charge of the case. “So there are no leads? Nothing to tell us if the accident was premeditated or purely accidental?” Malcolm's eyes were in irritation, evidently
Thinking through everything and how Zoe had been insistent on breaking off the fake engagement she had no idea of, Malcolm didn't know why he wanted to keep her around, when it was so glaring that she wasn't willing to be with him even with her lost memories. ‘For what was he even doing this? The proposal? The increased power he would attain if their marriage was announced?’ he pondered endlessly, as he tried to search in his heart why he was still trying to hold on to something that didn't even exist between them. “The ANCLAIR collaboration proposal has been prepared again, sir. The only thing required is your final review before it is sent out to the head company. Mr. Sinclair would give the final approval as discussed,” Edward reminded Malcolm, when he noticed that he seemed to have calmed down a bit. “Not Zoe?” Malcolm questioned surprisingly. “Her grandfather takes care of a part of the review because she cannot do it all by herself due to the accident,” Edward explained, and
“Thank you. Thank you so much,” Zoe showed her gratitude to the maid who had helped her into her room. The young maid had come out of the storage room she was cleaning, and saw that her boss's fiancé was struggling to get up from the floor. She told the lady not to call anyone or a doctor and just take her to her room. As a new maid with no knowledge of what had happened in the past and had no friends in the mansion, she picked Zoe up in no time even if they were almost the same body size, and scurried up the other grand stairs which led to Malcolm's room quickly as instructed. “It is nothing, ma'am,” the young lady answered with her eyes looking at the floor, unable to look at the face of the person who was talking to her. It was like that with the other members. “Can I know your name?” Zoe asked, as she took the seat on one of the plush couches that was inside the incredibly huge and luxurious room. “Erin. It is Erin,” the lady answered with a slight trepidation, as she wondered
Audrey was standing in the mansion’s private kitchen on the afternoon of the next day, while lamenting grumpily because of how tough her life had been lately. She was so bored out of her mind since Isla had been hanging out with her mother for days now, and decided to cook something she learned on an online chef she usually followed because she was left out. While trying to find everything she needed for the food, she felt the presence of someone in the room which made her turn instantly like a jolt of electricity surged through her body. “Hi, Audrey,” she heard the voice call to her, and she froze startled to the spot, “How are you?” Zoe asked again, as she sauntered into the kitchen and began to work closer to where she was standing. “I'm.. I'm good. What are you doing here?” Audrey stuttered anxiously as her words became incoherent, with her eyes growing impossibly wide as if waiting for an explanation. She became suddenly restless to the fact that Zoe was standing in the same s
Zoe was lost in thoughts of what ensued in the kitchen with Audrey, and the words she had spoken momentarily without thinking about it. And the manner in which it ended, she couldn't help but be confused about what she heard. “You couldn't do it when you were both married. How do you want to do it now?” Were words she heard clearly which shocked her to her bones. “You couldn't do it, and now you are both getting married, how do you want to do it now?” Were the words Audrey claimed sternly that she had said with a sudden charming smile, which made Zoe confused about what she truly heard. ‘And she and Malcolm. Getting married to one another before? Was that even possible?’ she reasoned again, even if it was hard to convince something in her mind, that she was not yet satisfied with the answer. However, that was probably the least of her problems, because, the short conversation she had with Audrey, made it clear that they didn't want her around and that it had to do with her remembe
What?” his eyes widened in surprise. “You ruined me,” she repeated, her voice breaking the more it felt like someone had physically ripped her heart out, “You don’t even know what you’ve done. You…” She couldn’t finish, the sobs wracking her body too powerful as she fell to her knees again, the sound of her sobs cutting through the stillness of the late evening. “Do you know I can never be happy no matter how hard I try?” She continued, as she shook violently as if her soul had split open.Malcolm's face became frozen with pity and anguish as he watched Zoe break down before him, in a way he had not seen in a very long time. His heart ached so much when he watched her so broken, as he instantly squatted beside her. “What is wrong?” His voice trembled with pain, as he reached out to her tentatively, his hands fearing that she might not like that he touched her, “Please, Zo,” he beckoned, “Talk to me.”Suddenly, as if compelled by those few words, Zoe raised her face to meet his eyes
Zoe returned the same day after the most traumatic news from Emily hit her, and was barely in her mind when she boarded the plane back to California. Instead of calling Zara to meet her at the airport on arrival with a chauffeur as planned, she boarded a cab instead and arrived at the estate very late that evening. As soon as it dropped her off in front of her house and turned back to leave, she stood for a few minutes, her mind blank about what to do or where to go, with those haunting words echoing in her mind. “I am so sorry. I never should have taken you. You do not deserve all of this.” The pain and grief of being told the darkest truth of her life was too much for her to bear. It shattered her heart so much. ‘Goodness! How could… How could this even happen to her? How?’ Zoe couldn't stop thinking about how miserable she had been her entire life. She wondered how things would have turned out if had gone to her real mother and father. Then she would have been showered with so
The rain had just begun as a soft drizzle in the evening, and Malcolm was there when it did. He was sitting on a chair in the balcony of the rooftop room in his house where he hadn't been for the longest time since he moved in, and realized how beautiful the entire estate from that view was. He also realized how palpable the amplified loneliness and unusual serenity of the place was, just from staring at the entire view from where he sat, but couldn't dwell in it as usual because his heart was burdened by the thought of someone. Her. The person he had worried even more about ever since his encounter with Andre. He wished he could call and talk to her. He really wished he could. But at the same time, he wanted to respect what she wanted too. However, it was hard doing that. What Andre had said couldn't evade his heart. He knew he might stop at nothing to get to her just to get back at him. As the drizzle turned to an increased droplet of rain, Malcolm's eyes continued to fix on the
A low, choked sob escaped Emily's lips and she struggled for breath, while tears began to spill down her wrinkled cheeks, as her eyes, watery and unfocused, locked onto the figure in front of her. “I… I am so sorry,” she whispered with a voice strained with pain, as her gaze trailed across Zoe's face as if searching for something. “I didn’t mean to do it, okay?” Emily blurted out again, as her voice trembled with misery, “I was jealous and was so stupid, so I ruined everything. I ruined our years of friendship, and ruined your happiness too. I made you miserable,” she reached out to Zoe with a trembling hand, as her hands cupped her cheeks. “Jasmine,” she choked out again, “I'm sorry for coming between you and Fred. I…..I.. tried to covet him for myself and I agree. But, it was because, I thought… I thought he was everything. And to be honest, he was. He was kind, he was rich, and he was changing your life. And I… I hated it,” she began to confess, her words raw and unfiltered
Her steps were heavy, slow, and hesitant as she walked through the hallway that led to the VIP ward that her mother had been transferred to, with her heart thumping erratically as if it would jump out of her chest anytime soon. “Make her tell you,” her grandfather's words echoed in her ears again, the more the sound of her heartbeat increased its volume in her ears. Zoe continued to move closer to the room, as she swallowed hard, the fear of what she might hear, suffocating her mind the more she continued to conjure thousands of scenarios in her mind. As soon as she got to the door and grabbed the handle, she paused for a moment and closed her eyes tightly, and drew small sips of breath. ‘Whatever she was going to hear, she just hoped and wished it wasn't going to be a cruel twist in her already shattered world.’Pushing the door open, Zoe's eyes caught the sight of Emily, who was sitting upright on the bed with her back facing the wall, with her thin frame swaddled in a hospital
Dressed in a stunning black, corseted lacy dress, that danced around her in a big umbrella of gathered flaring net, Zara stood beautifully at a corner of the party, while subduedly drinking from the flute of champagne she had in the grasp of her fingers. While basking in the beauty of the launching event and carefully observing all that was going on around her, her eyes barely left Zoe, who was on the other side of the open-roof room still holding conversations with people. However, Zara noticed that after she held a conversation with a man that seemed to break the conversation she was having with a group, she picked a glass of champagne and drank from it in a single gulp. ‘Strange. She hadn't been drinking all evening,’ Zara thought to herself, as she looked away, wondering if she was finally loosening up from being so uptight and restless since the day before. But, she could not ignore it when it seemed like she had counted three glasses already, and it seemed like Zoe wasn't go
Languidly, Malcolm made his way into his living room right after he arrived home, and left all the lights in the house off, the same way it usually was, whenever he was having the worst day ever. Today was one of them. He was able to find the stairs because of the dim lighting that hung on the walls in the living room, as he slowly climbed upstairs, and entered the first room on the left, slamming the door shut. Instantly casting away his coat, tie, and briefcase to where they should be, he pulled his suit, socks, and shoes, and walked into the bathroom to stand under the shower to wash the day's stress off him. He stepped out shortly and changed into clean clothes, before he immediately collapsed on his bed, his mind storming endlessly with worry. As Malcolm remained on the spot for a few minutes, his eyes deeply buried into the gold-colored ceilings that were above his face, because he couldn't stop thinking about his encounter with Andre almost an hour ago! He couldn't stop
Unable to book a flight to where Emily was admitted, was the hardest thing for Zoe to do in the past few hours after she left her grandfather's place. There was just a day left until the launching of her newest jewelry collection, and she could not afford to miss the launching party. Not as the CEO. Curiosity had made it difficult for her to focus on work throughout the office the next day, because she just wanted to know the truth about her birth once and for all. The only hypothesis that was ringing in her head after putting so many pieces together as a possibility, was a reality that was enough to drive her insane just at the mere imagination of it. It was too heavy to even accommodate her thoughts. She had asked Zara to plan her entire schedule for the day and next, as well as book a flight for the night after the launching party for her. She planned to get to the root of her confusion once and for all. There were still many answers she had unanswered already. As Zoe che
Marcel struggled against her tight, feisty grip as he grabbed her hands and overpowered her, before jerking himself free from her grip, almost causing her to fall back. His breath came fast, his chest rising and falling with fury, “I have nothing to say to you,” he said calmly, as he began to straighten the creases that formed on his shirt because of the way she had grabbed him. “What?! You have nothing to say to me?!” Isla lashed out angrily, seeing that he was about to enter his room, as she dragged him back from leaving with every ounce of her power and might. “After what you did to me? After you betrayed me and joined forces with my enemy to take over my company?!” she spat with a fireball of fury, her eyes threatening to scorch him on the spot, “You, of all people, knew what that company meant to me. Why would you do it?! I had to travel miles just to come and see you in this rat hole you have pathetically hidden.”“Do what exactly?” he continued to speak with a low, enthusias