SOPHIE'S POVLuca's revelation did not make any sense. I stared at him with a stunned expression, feeling dizzy, puzzled, and horrified all at once. I am not sure I had ever seen his mother, not even when we were in high school, so what business did I have with her? What offense would she say I committed? Was that enough to push her into wanting to kill me? Someone she doesn't even know what she looks like? Everyone was dumbfounded. Even Owen and Isabella stared at him weirdly from the bed as if they had never seen him in their lives. Elliot's expression, on the other hand, had transformed from rage to bewildered disbelief. He stepped back for a moment, looking from Lucas to me with folded arms and his mouth hanging half open. I repeated my question to Lucas again, asking why his mother would want me dead."We are waiting, mister." Elliot prompted impatiently, with his hands now on his waist, when the latter's silence was becoming unbearable. Lucas glanced at Elliot with startled eyes
GENERAL POVThe police wagon sped into the sprawling compound, coming to an abrupt halt at the center of the station's premises. The engine hissed as the driver turned off the ignition. All four doors of the car were thrown open at the same time, and from inside it, about five police officials alighted alongside the handcuffed figure of Margaret, who vehemently kept shouting and pleading with the four scowling officials."You don't get it. It was a mix-up. Listen, my friends, I didn't do it. In fact, I'm the innocent one here, alright? Can I at least call someone?" The five silent officials continued to gesture calmly toward the building as they led her inside the administrative quarters.When they got inside the station, one of the sergeants led her into a small, bright, lightly painted room with only a desk and two chairs arranged on either side of the desk."Please sit down, Mrs."He directed, pointing at the first seat.She paused to examine the chair, then lifted her head to sta
ELLIOT’S POV It has been two weeks now since the antecedent tumult that had troubled the stability of my family as well as a threat to Sophie and the kids’ lives at large was finally settled and brought to an end. Lucas's mother, Margaret, had been tried, convicted, and sentenced to six years in prison by the courts after she pleaded guilty to the judge. Nathan was doing so much better now, and my immediate family as well as my extended ones had all heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that we could finally move forward with our lives and be free of the fear of any of such threats.But as for the company, the next step. After the eye-opening revelation from my son in the hospital, I decided to set up a crucial and urgent meeting with my tech team with the sole aim of tracking whoever was behind the two IP addresses discovered by Owen. If we could unmask the culprit behind them, then it meant we had also discovered the face of the same person helping Xander pull off all his stunts inside
GENERAL POVIt was about three weeks into June and close to the start of a new summer. The long-awaited day of Sophie and Elliot's wedding had finally arrived. The auditorium of the Christ's Day church at Wall's Street was wearing an ebullient and festive outlook.The idea of holding the wedding at this church was an idea from Elliot's mom, who had suggested that she wanted the special occasion to be celebrated at her former church because that had always been her wish, even before she later joined the Catholic church. The couple, who were not exactly staunch churchgoers themselves, had granted the wish without hesitation.The extended members of both families were all present in the hall, beautifully dressed in suits and gowns, watching as guests trooped into the decorated hall from different corners in their best dresses. The car park was engulfed with a variety of expensive cars.The hall glowed with the soft lighting that came from both the electric and real candles arranged at ta
ELLIOT’S POVAbout four days had passed since my wedding with Sophie. As much as I was enjoying my marriage with my wife already, I could still sense deep down that my mind was not fully settled. I kept revisiting my weird interaction with Uncle Horace on my wedding day, kept re-asking the pertinent questions I had asked before, and kept murmuring in my sleep.I was desperate to dig up the deep secrets that I suspected were hidden in the family. It was past midnight. I sat shirtless and alone on one of the sofas, wearing only a pair of dark shorts, clutching a glass of juice in one hand, and crossing my legs to ruminate on the issue for the eleventh time.“Someone had to be lying? And the culprit had to be at least one of these three people: Xander, my dad, or Uncle Horace.”But then again, there were strong reasons to be inclined to believe that it had to be Xander; he had always been a compulsive liar, ever since I got to know him. Perhaps he had begged the old man to stand in for
SOPHIE'S POVAs soon as we arrived at the house, Elliot took out the keys from the ignition point, let out a small groan, and came down from the car hurriedly. With double-quick yet uncoordinated steps, Elliot entered the house with his head bowed to the earth. It was obvious he was still feeling hurt; perhaps it was better to allow him some quiet time to absorb everything. I observed him through the windscreen for a moment before turning over to glance at Mrs. Harrington, his mother, who was still bent over in the back seat, sniffing and weeping bitterly since the moment she followed us to the family house. Even the kids were muttering, their hands resting on her shoulder."Stop crying, grandma," Isabella said, looking at her, and her brother's eyes were on her too, looking at her worriedly.She wrapped her hands around them to acknowledge their plea, but she still could not stop her crying."Darlings, could you please borrow me a few minutes alone with Grandma?"They looked at her o
15 YEARS LATERSOPHIE'S POVI was seated with Elliot in the sectioned corner of our sitting room, where the dining room was located. Breakfast was set, and we were already digging into it in silence when Nathan, who was all suited up and sitting next to his father and ready to accompany him to his office, disrupted the quietness with his slightly hoarse, passionate voice. This had become a usual routine for us every morning since Elliot started to allow him to accompany him to work about four years ago. Sometimes these dining table speculations and business advice would mostly start hours before breakfast; other times, they would start during the meal, and if we happened to be lucky, it would be after we were done eating. Sometimes I found myself counting to ten silently in anticipation of his voice, just like I had done today while dishing the meal, and as expected, the fresh economic expert we had for a son was not disappointed."I was actually following up on one of the brokerage
GENERAL POVThe first and second basements of the round, well-ventilated university hall were filled up with mostly young people from different parts of the city; all of them were clothed in nice dresses while also bearing notebooks and pens on their palms, jotting down points as they kept their focus fixedly on the young prominent speaker standing on top of the podium and was about to round off his talk.The speaker's name was Michael Howard, a 25-year-old billionaire heir and owner of one of the largest corporations booming in New York City, just about second after the Harringtons. He was invited to the school’s graduation to deliver the first key note speech to the graduating students. During the speech, Michael went ahead to acknowledge the CEO of Harrington Inc., Elliot Harrigton, who was also present as one of his biggest inspirations.All the while, Nathan, sitting with brother Owen and dressed up in their graduating gowns, nodded attentively to everything Michael was saying at