With her room being just as quiet as her mind, the first heavy wave of grief had hit Ivory some time around 2 in the early morning and she had felt her eyes burn with tears.She did not cry, but simply let the emotions consume her. Seating on the couch in her balcony, with a blanket wrapped around her to fight off the cold of approaching winter and her legs tucked close to her chest, Ivory stared, blankly, at the darkness that was outside.How was she supposed to handle this?She couldn’t bring her father back, no matter how much she wished it, but, she didn’t know how she was supposed to move on.How did people do it? How did she survive after her mother’s death?Ah, that’s right, she had her father. Then, he still showed some semblance of affection to her. But now, he took was gone and there was no one to offer her that same affection and warmth, and the thought, hurt, a lot, till the point that she began regretting her decision to find the truth of her mother’s death.Because witho
A quick shower, a quick meal, that was forced by her ex husband, and an hour drive later, Ivory was seated beside Gadreel, in the living room of the Remington Manor, where Samantha who did not hesitate to throw glares at gee every minute and a man in a white shirt and dark trousers was seated across them, holding a folder in his hands.Evangeline wasn’t present, but Ivory could really care less.“Thank you for coming, Ms. Remington.” He began, offering her a polite smile. “Might I say, again, that I am very sorry for your loss."“Skip the formalities, and read the will.” Ivory responded, sounding cold and uninterested. If one looked at her as she was dressed, they’d think she cared not about the death of her father, but Gadreel could testify against that, after all, he had been the one comforting her for nearly half a day.“Alright, if you insist.” Clearing his throat, the man, Cole West, as he had introduced himself before on the phone, opened the file and retrieved a document.“In m
After everyone has left the Remington Manor, leaving Samantha alone, she sat on the couch, and glared daggers at the wall in front of her.Her anger had not subsided, and if anything, was only growing.How was it that Ivory had managed to get her hand on the majority of Lionel’s property. The bastard had left her with nothing but a house, a few cars and cash that was sure to finish in a couple of years, with her type of lifestyle.She deserved more. She was his wife. She had spent so many years with him, loved him. Why would he leave her with so little, and give that useless daughter of his everything?!Samantha’s mind was filled with rage and hatred. But then, suddenly, the image of the lady back at the hospital, flashed in her mind, and a new, even worse thought, entered her mind.It was the perfect way to solve this problem, without even getting her hand dirty.Picking up her phone, she fetched the card she had been given and called the number there. It rang once, twice and on the
The first two days, following the reading of her father's will, had passed peacefully.There had been no issues and everything had gone by without a hitch. However, today, wasn't going to be as peaceful.After two whole days of sorting things out, it was finally time for her father's Funeral.And with a sigh, Ivory stood in front of the mirror, a frown on her face. She was dressed all in black, and the only accessories on her body, was the necklace Lucien had given her and a ring she managed to fish out from her jewelry set."Are you ready?"Turning around, she faced Gadreel, who stood, leaning against the doorframe. He was dressed in a dark suit and his hair was neatly combed, falling to the side of his forehead.He looked presentable, handsomely so, and if not for the occasion at hand, Ivory would have allowed herself to take in his entire feature, before then proceeding to scold herself.But, not now. Not only was the time not right, Gadreel had also been of massive help to her. He
Wishes and condolences, coupled with get well gifts had come rushing in no less than a day later. The first person who had sent even though he had been with her for half of the time, was Gadreel.His present, a bouquet of white roses, chocolates and a condolences card. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, but it still managed to make Ivory frown.That frown however, wasn’t because she hated the gift, but rather, because she found herself smiling subtly at the gift, appreciating it.Ah, that was a behavior she didn’t want to even start exhibiting.The second person, or rather people, who had sent their gifts, was Emma and Cameron. Each a bouquet of followers and cards that told her to call anytime she needed them.The last, was from Gabriella. Ever the sweet woman she is, she had put together a bouquet of handpicked blue forget-me-nots.But despite the gifts she had received and how nice her house was now smelling thanks to them, Ivory couldn’t help but feel like something was odd a
Ivory had expected nothing less from the woman, so, she was not surprised. In fact, it was amusing, and if not for the fact that this woman, was her father’s widow, she would have burst into laughter.“That’s interesting.” She began, a small smirk on her lips. “You want to take over Remington Crop, when it was clearly stated in my father’s will that it had been left to me.”Leaning forward, she stared the woman in the eye and asked. “Are you trying to get on my nerves, Samantha?”The woman, although she seemed a little shaken by Ivory’s gaze, she did not deter from her original goal. “I’m only doing what’s best for the company, for my husband’s legacy.” She stated.“Remington Crop would crumble the moment it enters your hands. I won’t stand by and watch-“Ivory had laughed, interrupting her before she could even finish her statement.“Did you think, you could do something about it in the first place?” She questioned. “You may be his step wife, but I’m his blood, his biological daughte
The shareholders were, needless to say, surprised, when they suddenly heard that Ivory had called for a meeting. But, with what she had done to the previous shareholders looming within the walls of the company like a death threat, no one dared to question her.So, when the time of the meeting had finally arrived, Ivory found herself surrounded by the remaining top shareholders.“Now,” she began, taking her seat at the head of the table. “I know, everyone’s confused and wondering why I’ve called you here, but, please, bear with me.” Taking a look around the table, she gauged every of their reaction, before continuing.“I’m sure many of you are aware of the passing of Lionel Remington, my father,”A chorus of muttered condolences and sympathies filled the room and Ivory nodded.“Thank you. However, with his passing, and the reading of his will, a more expectation, has been placed on my shoulder, unlike never before. With his passing, I was left with the responsibility of taking over Rem
Ivory wasn’t sure which to be more surprised by; the dramatic bow Aurora has just made, or the fact that her last name was Varga, the very same one as Lucien’s.No, It definitely had to be the latter.“Varga?” She asked, giving off the very emotion that Aurora knew she would.Confusion.“Are you by any chance related-““Yes,” She cut her off with a smile, know exactly where Ivory was going. “Lucien, he’s my son.”Immediately those words left her mouth, Aurora had expected Ivory to jump at the opportunity and apologize profusely for her rude behavior so far, but much to her disappointment, it seemed to have the opposite effect on Ivory.Ah, what had that wonderful child of hers said about her to make Ivory react this way? She could only but wonder as she watched the girl in front of her, look her over from head to toe, before giving a bow that was anything but polite.“I apologize if I had behaved rudely towards you, Mrs. Varga. Please accept my apology, I was unaware of the fact that
The air suddenly became thick and the bile rising in Ivory’s throat, seemed to intensify as she waited for Lucien to answer.However, no answer came.After what felt like an eternity, Ivory pressed. “Did you? Did you kill Peter and everyone on this list? And what for?”She glanced back at the paper, her frown intensifying as she said. “Experiment? With the devil’s breath?”Her voice was sharp, holding a reprimanding edge to it that Lucien normally would have felt bad when he heard it. But not today.In fact, Ivory had only just now noticed, it wasn’t just his smile and warmth, but everything about him seemed different.Even the air surrounding him had changed, a silent warning that if she kept pressing down this path, she’d discover things that are meant to stay hidden, for her sake.But Ivory ignored all that. To help with hidden secret! The potential maker of her one of her problems, w
Ivory drove up the driveway leading to the Varga estate and got out. From the moment she had gotten in, a very uneasy feeling had settled in her gut.The house was quiet, and eerily so.With a frown on her face, Ivory walked towards the main entrance. It was a big, double door that was always opened, but today, it was closed.Her frown deepened.Reaching out, she rang the bell. A few seconds later, the sound of footsteps approached the door, and the next thing Ivory knew, the door swung open and standing in front of her, was none other than, Lucien.“We need to-“ She began, but stopped when she noticed how he was looking.Black visibly circles were under his eyes, and his face, looked tired, as if he hadn’t gotten a single bit of sleep in a long time.“What happened?” Ivory asked, forgetting her original intentions of confronting him.“Nothing,” Came Lucien’s answer. Then he looke
Standing in front of Remington Crop, Ivory took a deep breath, readying herself for what was too happen.It was day 14, two weeks since the death of her father. She was sure the news of her inheriting the CEO position of Remington Crop, through his will, would have spread like wildfire. So, around 2 AM last night, she had decided, it was time to come into Remington Crop, make her presence known and start the merger as soon as possible.That was the only way she could focus on other things; Ivory deemed.However, now, as she stood in front of the company, she couldn’t help but think that things weren’t going to go as easy as she wanted them to. But, nonetheless, she drew in a deep breath, soothing the anxiety that had began to bubble in the pit of her stomach, before stepping in.The first thing that greeted her was the stares. All heads turned in her direction, looking at her with a gaze of scrutiny and those who knew who she was, whispered wo
The ride back was comfortably quiet. Ivory sat in the passenger seat, looking out the window as she thought back to what Gabriella had said.At some point, she thought about when Gabriella had mentioned having Grandchildren and her cheek heated up ever so slightly.Ah, that sly old woman, she knew exactly what she was doing.“Did my grandmother say something?”Ivory flinched at the sound of his voice, it was calm, startling her from her train of thought.“Huh?” She asked.“You’ve been awfully quiet, the whole time.” Gadreel pointed out, keeping his eyes on the road, but for some reason, Ivory felt like he was looking at her. “Is there something wrong? Did grandmother say something to you?”“No, nothing like that.” She quickly assured. “Your grandmother,” She paused for a few seconds, then chuckled, more at the fact that she allowed herself to be bothered by
With Samantha, the house’s last residence, now gone, the big huge house, immediately felt lifeless. Standing in the living room, Ivory took a look around and sighed.It wasn't the first time she had been here, alone. In fact, there were many times when she had returned to the manor after school, and found it empty.But, this was different. This time, the house was really empty. And for the first time in her life, Ivory realized how much she truly loathed it.In the past, when her family was still together, she had absolutely loved this place, treating it like a castle. Now, after everything had happened, and the people were now gone, she couldn’t help but realize how empty the house was.A thought to sell the property crossed her mind, but the very next second, she dismissed it. After all, she could never do that. Not only was the manor built with so many memories, but the house, was also her mother’s pride.To sell it, was like denying her mother’s legacy.Sighing, she took another l
After the strange meeting with Aurora and having nothing else to do in the company for the time being, Ivory had decided to clock out. But she wasn’t heading home, rather, she went straight to the family house.Initially, she had decided to give Samantha a little time before kicking her out, forcefully, as she knew things would come to that level, but after that encounter with Aurora and the recording she had heard, Ivory didn’t just want to kick her out, she wanted to put an end to the woman’s schemes.Once and for all.So, about thirty minutes drive and one brief, yet important pit stop later, Ivory was walking through the gates of the Remington Manor and into the main house.She didn’t need to announce her presence or call out to her so called stepmother, because the very moment she walked into the living area, she was met with the very sight of Samantha.“What’s the meaning of this?”It was the first words that escaped Samantha’s lips the moment she saw her. Her eyes narrowed dang
Ivory wasn’t sure which to be more surprised by; the dramatic bow Aurora has just made, or the fact that her last name was Varga, the very same one as Lucien’s.No, It definitely had to be the latter.“Varga?” She asked, giving off the very emotion that Aurora knew she would.Confusion.“Are you by any chance related-““Yes,” She cut her off with a smile, know exactly where Ivory was going. “Lucien, he’s my son.”Immediately those words left her mouth, Aurora had expected Ivory to jump at the opportunity and apologize profusely for her rude behavior so far, but much to her disappointment, it seemed to have the opposite effect on Ivory.Ah, what had that wonderful child of hers said about her to make Ivory react this way? She could only but wonder as she watched the girl in front of her, look her over from head to toe, before giving a bow that was anything but polite.“I apologize if I had behaved rudely towards you, Mrs. Varga. Please accept my apology, I was unaware of the fact that
The shareholders were, needless to say, surprised, when they suddenly heard that Ivory had called for a meeting. But, with what she had done to the previous shareholders looming within the walls of the company like a death threat, no one dared to question her.So, when the time of the meeting had finally arrived, Ivory found herself surrounded by the remaining top shareholders.“Now,” she began, taking her seat at the head of the table. “I know, everyone’s confused and wondering why I’ve called you here, but, please, bear with me.” Taking a look around the table, she gauged every of their reaction, before continuing.“I’m sure many of you are aware of the passing of Lionel Remington, my father,”A chorus of muttered condolences and sympathies filled the room and Ivory nodded.“Thank you. However, with his passing, and the reading of his will, a more expectation, has been placed on my shoulder, unlike never before. With his passing, I was left with the responsibility of taking over Rem
Ivory had expected nothing less from the woman, so, she was not surprised. In fact, it was amusing, and if not for the fact that this woman, was her father’s widow, she would have burst into laughter.“That’s interesting.” She began, a small smirk on her lips. “You want to take over Remington Crop, when it was clearly stated in my father’s will that it had been left to me.”Leaning forward, she stared the woman in the eye and asked. “Are you trying to get on my nerves, Samantha?”The woman, although she seemed a little shaken by Ivory’s gaze, she did not deter from her original goal. “I’m only doing what’s best for the company, for my husband’s legacy.” She stated.“Remington Crop would crumble the moment it enters your hands. I won’t stand by and watch-“Ivory had laughed, interrupting her before she could even finish her statement.“Did you think, you could do something about it in the first place?” She questioned. “You may be his step wife, but I’m his blood, his biological daughte