WASHINGTON DC.STEPHEN'S POV."What! What did you just say?!" I yelled into the mouthpiece.My assistant repeated what he said."Trace his house, and book the next flight for me to California." I ran my hand through my hair in distress.She was at Henry's house?How could that be?I was devastated."Make no mistakes." I hung up, or to be more exact, I flung the phone on the floor.Didn't she say I should pretend to be her husband? It wasn't bad if I appeared at California as her boyfriend, was it?Damn that bastard. Knowing Quinn, she was possibly forced into all of this...Yes... That should be the case.But even if she was, and she wasn't willing to leave, then what could I do?I couldn't possibly force her against her wish, could I?Why couldn't she just give me a chance?..........ON THE PLANE."The flight is about to take off. All passengers should put on their seatbelt, thank you." The voice of the air hostess sounded over the microphone.Stephen leaned back and he closed his e
Nighttime.Quinn and Henry sat opposite each other, looking at each other awkwardly.It's been hours since Stephen left, and since then, they hadn't said a word to each other."So, he's really and truly your husband?" Henry wasn't fully convinced.From the way they interacted earlier on, they didn't seem like a true couple at all."Do you want to know?* Quinn smirked as she played around the question."No. You don't have to tell me, before I know he isn't one." Henry smiled back."Really? Think what you want then." Quinn stood up and made to leave.She barely got to the stairs when Henry's words stopped her,"Is she my daughter?" He questioned calmly.Quinn froze at the spot. Her heart began palpitating. She didn't respond, neither did she move."Didn't you hear me?" She heard him stand up, and made his way towards her.What now?She took a deep breathe, and prayed her voice wouldn't betray her."Tell me! Is ..she... my ... daughter?" Henry roughly turned her around.Quinn shook his
Social standing."President, are you going to attend the annual celebration of the Stone perfume empire?" Avie questioned politely."Do you know any of the invited guests?" Quinn raised her head from the document she was going through."I only know that Mr Henry would be attending. And yes, Miss Kathleen too." Avie reported."Book the next flight then. Let's head home." Quinn smiled.Avie reciprocated.Wasn't Kathleen underestimating her boss? She was going to get a huge face slap soon...The Annual celebration was a huge affair... The Stones Perfume empire was entirely different from the Corporation.It was managed by Sylvester Stone, Quinn's father. He was a capable and yet ruthless CEO whom no one dared underestimated.Over the years, after his ascension as the CEO, he had brought the empire to greater heights...Quinn always envied her father... She wanted to be like him someday.One of the main reason why she decided to become a CEO of the Corporation, was to sharpen her skills a
Do you have the right to?Quinn smirked as she silently sipped on her glass of wine.She wanted their gazes to meet. Only then would the show be more spectacular...The thought hardly left her mind, when Kathleen suddenly raised her head.Their gazes met!Kathleen was surprised, and it clearly showed on her face.She excused herself and walked over to the table where Quinn was sitting."What are you doing here? Do you think this is a get-together for maids?" Kathleen had a look of mockery on her face.Quinn didn't say a word.Her lack of reaction irked Kathleen..."I'm talking to you!" She tried to keep her voice as low as possible."And what am I supposed to do?" Quinn finally raised her head to meet with Kathleen's gaze."How did you get in here? Let me guess, you are fucking a sleazy old man." Kathleen sneered.What was she after all? A cheap slut!"Is that so? How did you guess?" Quinn questioned with a serious look on her face."It isn't so hard to. You would easily open your leg
Horde and Quinn quietly watched her in amusement as she made a fool of herself.It seemed she couldn't accept the fact that Quinn was someone in that position."Tell me! You guys are acting right! He is your lover right!" Kathleen shouted.Horde narrowed his eyes at her words. She was defaming him...."Mind your words, Miss Kathleen." Horde warned.Kathleen suddenly flared up. She completely forgot the decorum that was required of the gathering where they were.All she knew was that Quinn couldn't be the CEO of any Corporation!She was a common maid... Yeah that was what she was!Quinn sat back on her chair and continued watching her.By this time the attention of other guests were focused on them as Kathleen continued creating a scene."Both of you are shameless! CEO of what Corporation? The maids Corporation? Let me tell you something, Quinn. You would forever remain someone lowly; a maid!" Kathleen chuckled without mirth.*A maid? Why don't I know about that?" Quinn retorted calmly
Interrogation.The party went on smoothly, and Quinn was careful not to take any alcoholic wine. Her alcoholic tolerance was very low.She tried to avoid some guests who were coming over to curry favor with her. This was the reason why she wanted to remain low-key.Whenever someone influential appeared, naturally others would be tempted to gain favor with whosoever it was.Quinn rolled her eyes in boredom... She was tired, and decided to step outside for some fresh air.Henry who had been looking for an opportunity to talk to her, followed her out.========================( HENRY'S POV )I followed her quietly, as she headed to a fountain. She sat on a vacant seat and I joined her.A pleasant and nice scent engulfed my senses. She smelled nice!Even her dressing today was mesmerizing. Why hadn't I noticed it before?Quinn was fucking beautiful!She stared at me. There was no surprised look on her face. It was almost as if she knew I had been following her."Spit it out." She said ca
Quinn chuckled as she listened to her mother. They had just came back from the party. "I wanted to badly strangle her neck at that moment. Bitch!" Her mother fumed."Language mom." Quinn said helplessly."Whatever..." Nicole shrugged.Quinn yawned; all she wanted at that moment, was a good sleep. Nicole observed her daughter for a while."Head upstairs... I'm sure your daughter is already asleep in her room." Nicole got up too.Her husband and parents in-law hadn't arrived yet. So, she might as well head to bed, right?Quinn nodded as she headed upstairs... She trudged into the bathroom, took a quick shower and came out again.She felt refreshed as she fell on her bed.Recalling the events at the party, she couldn't help but chuckle.It was a pity she didn't get to have fun like this everyday.She turned on her bed, and shifted uncomfortably.Her insomnia was acting up again...She closed her eyes and tried to force herself to sleep.An hour later, Quinn groaned as she got out of bed
Quinn walked into the living room, alongside Avie.There was no one in the living room. Where was Henry?"President, I'll take my leave first." Avie politely bowed and left the living room.Quinn sighed as she sat on the couch.She heard the sound of someone coming down the stairs, but she didn't bother opening her eyes."The little princess of the Stones is finally back, isn't she?" Henry mocked as he came to sit beside her."Where else do you want her to go?" Quinn retorted. She opened her eyes to fully stare at him."That's her business. Have you reconsidered my request?" Henry stared at her intently."What request are you talking about?" Quinn avoided his gaze."You know what I'm talking about. So don't pretend." Henry hissed sharply."Mr Henry, I believe Emelda is my daughter. I decide whether you get to see her or not. And my decision is , no..." Quinn headed up the stairs to avoid further conversation.But Henry was swifter than her,"Not so fast." He grabbed her hand and pulle
Days later… Quinn and Henry finally took Emelda from the boarding school, but she insisted on staying with her grandparents, so her parents could go on their honeymoon. "I love you so much, mum and dad!" She said, and hugged her parents with tears in her eyes. Henry and Quinn hugged her back, also tearing up. "I missed you so much, baby. We'll be back soon, then we can live together as one big, happy family with your baby brother or sister." Quinn added, and Emelda chuckled. "It's definitely a baby sister!" She squealed and rubbed at her mother's belly with a smile. "We'll find out in a few months time, baby. We have to go now. Do not disturb your grandparents!" Emelda nodded and hugged her parents, as she watched them enter their limo, leaving while waving at her. * * * “Please be quick about it..” Quinn said to the hotel receptionist and quickly dropped the phone as soon as Henry waltzed out of the bathroom, looking as though he was running an ad for a
“Stay back!” Kathleen growled fiercely but Quinn couldn’t exactly say if she was yelling at her or at Henry. Her body shook with fear as she stared at the black, metallic object clasped in Kathleen’s hands but she didn’t show her fear; She couldn’t bring herself to because she knew that that was exactly what people like Kathleen thrived on. She couldn’t give her that satisfaction. Before she came here, she had braced herself for the absolute worst; had expected Kathleen to pull a stunt like this from the very beginning. Now, it no longer surprised her. All she wanted right now was to get out of this situation unscathed. She didn’t care how she intended to do that but knew that that was her only aim. Ashley had told her that a thing like this would happen; had warned her and thankfully, she had listened. At first, she didn’t want to be scared but when she looked into Kathleen’s eyes, and saw the crazed maniacal look in them, her fear only intensified. This witch
Days later. Henry was so angry. He wanted to snap. He was pissed at everyone’s overly bubbly attitude today and was beginning to wonder if the day was his or theirs. He couldn’t really say that the day was his though because he was practically being forced…more like threatened to do this. He still couldn’t comprehend why her father would present him with a decision as difficult as this for his own personal interest, and it made him mad. The brightly lit air conditioned room still felt unbearably hot for Henry as he yanked uncomfortably at his necktie and glared against the high fluorescent lights that seemed to want to blind him. He didn’t care that his discomfort was being let out in the open and that the press could make a fuss out of it later. All he cared about was getting done with this accursed wedding ceremony and being back to the confines of his room. He drowned out the loud cheerful noises around him, wondering to himself why these people seemed a lot mo
The world felt like it was spinning in circles, and to Henry everything was in a flux. He couldn’t say exactly what stand his life held right now or what its meaning was but knew he was simply going with the flow that came. Pressing the bottle of liquor to his lips, Henry took a big gulp and winced when the fiery liquid burned its way from the back of his throat down to his chest. He loved the feeling though, but the aftermath was what he disliked. He hated how it usually made him feel crappy and how his fingers shook whenever he took it excessively. He hated it now that his hands were already shaking even though he hadn't had too much. “Isn’t that a little too much for today, Sir?” Adam asked from a corner of the room and Henry could only gasp in shock because he never knew that he was even in his office with him in the first place. At Adam’s utterance, he looked down at his table to discover that he had successfully finished about three bottles of liquor and that he
The next day. Right in front of him, sat Kathleen and her father and Henry could do nothing but glare at the both of them as they went about chattering between each other like he wasn’t in the room. Kathleen's loud giggles infuriated him, even the way she had suddenly changed her sitting position into some sort of lazy style while she rubbed continuously on her flattened stomach. On a normal day, he would’ve sent her out of the house but her father was here, and he wanted to hear them out first. “What the fuck are you both doing here?” He snarled at her father, who seemed too enthralled with talking to Kathleen that nothing else mattered. To his utmost surprise, both Kathleen and her father ignored him like he hadn’t even spoken. They ignored him like his words held no weight and that action even enraged him a lot more than he already was but he didn’t give up. He wasn’t really bothered about their attitude though, or the fact that there was something fishy becaus
Henry Zhang felt like the saddest man on earth. Well, maybe he was. He staggered up the airy flight of stairs with only a bottle of chilled liquor clasped in his cold stiff hands. “One green bottle standing on the wall… one green bottle standing on the wall…” he sang drunkenly as he trudged upwards, absolutely oblivious to the shocked stares his workers threw at him as he walked past. Truth is, he didn’t even notice they were staring nor did he care if they actually did. His body suddenly shook with a kind of cold that he hadn’t experienced before. He couldn’t bring himself to talk to anyone about how he truly felt…about how his dreams were constantly plagued with memories of Quinn and how he felt he would go crazy soon if nothing was done about it until he had finally resolved to drinking to stupor. His new way of escape… He belched, smiled at the half empty bottle and stormed into his room only to stop in his tracks when he suddenly found himself staring at the
After munching on her food, Quinn suddenly stopped and started thinking. “Are you okay?” Ashley suddenly asked, making Quinn snap her head up to look at her in puzzlement. “Huh… yes!” Quinn croaked out, nearly choking on her food. “You do not seem like you are Quinn, you haven’t eaten in days and you still aren’t eating now.” She asked worriedly. Quinn smiled at the deep worry lines etched on Ashley’s face and wondered if the lady knew she had this side to herself. “I am… trust me I am.” Quinn reassured her with a smile. To make Ashley feel better, she slowly munched on the food one after the other until she finally finished it. When she was done, she got up with the plates only to be stopped by Ashley who immediately pried the plates out of her grasp. “I’ll do it.” She simply said, balanced them on her hips and walked off, leaving Quinn wondering why Ashley was suddenly so protective of her. After a few minutes of waiting, Quinn decided to busy herself with th
Quinn's eyes slowly opened...finally. Her eyelids were heavy, almost like they had been previously sealed shut. Quinn winced under the pain. It was a little too much and her body throbbed from it. She could feel her stomach twist painfully from it too but she didn’t care. All she wanted was to understand what she was doing here when only moments ago, she was at the back of Henry’s car…on her way to her wedding reception. She wanted to understand why anyone would decide to kidnap and beat her up. She believed she hadn't done anything to deserve that. Even if she did, at least her wedding day should have just been left alone for her and her family members to enjoy. Why did they have to make it a sad day for her? She didn't deserve that. Henry didn't deserve that. Quinn was confused and at the same time, shocked and scared because she was quite unsure about who was behind all these, even though her mind was drifting towards Kathleen. But there was nothing to back
As Henry threatened, he heard the policeman gulp in fear. He could clearly see how he visibly shook right in front of him and he smirked, knowing fully well that he had inculcated fear into his spine. “Henry!” Henry heard someone desperately call out his name and from the tone of voice, he didn’t need to turn around to know that it was grandfather Richard. He begrudgingly turned around, with the gun still pointed at the police officers and rolled his eyes when he saw the deep scowl etched on the old man’s face. Grandfather was pissed, but so was he! Grabbing at Henry's upper arm, Richard yelled like he would to a toddler throwing tantrums; “Why would you come all the way here just to assault an officer, Henry?! You even went as far as pointing a gun at them! Don’t you know what could happen to you for doing something like tha—?” “I do not care about what happens to me!” Henry growled in anger, “…all I wanted was to find out if they had any idea of where Quinn could b