The call made DJ stop to look behind him. His guess wasn't as good as it gets. He had expected Bruce, coming over to taunt him like he did at every other gala event, but was entirely stunned by the female figure that approached them.“What are you doing here?” DJ asked, completely shocked by the presence before him.“I should be asking you that. I would have never thought I would be seeing you here tonight.” The feminine voice responded.“If I had known you would be coming here, then we could have come here together.” She added.Ashley tightened her grip around DJ's hand, a reminder of her presence . They had not disengaged from their dance stance and DJ grasped the hint.“Well, this is my fiancee, Ashley. We came together.” He said, introducing them for the first time. He wouldn't have come with her even though he knew she would be there.“Oh, Hi.” Sonia greeted, extending her hand to Ashley. Her eyes danced over the length of Ashley as she processed DJ information.“You were at my h
Everyone turned their attention to Pamela who was head bent, smoothing her palm over her dress as she moved closer.She looked like she dressed herself up in less than five minutes and was fixing tiny details she may have skipped.Ashley shook her head. Pamela was never one to bother about impressing people.“What took you so long?” Ashley asked.Pamela lifted her head and her expression morphed into a grin.Her eyes darted across the faces in the small group in observation and she was pleased to see the flash of surprise across Rachel's face.“Had a bit of a car problem on my way. But I'm here now. I didn't miss much, did I?” Pamela asked, grinning widely. Her gaze briefly settled on each face.“You should have called.” Ashley told her.“I didn't want to bother you.” Pamela smiled with gratitude.Pamela turned to DJ. Her eyes appraised the length of him. “You look good. Now I can't figure out which of you is finer. Shirtless or the tux.” Her tone was light, playful with an underlying
Pamela laughed as she reminisced on the event of the evening. They were still standing by the door in front of Ashley's house and DJ had just left after dropping both women off.“Did you see her face! It was a rock!” Pamela remarked amidst hard laughter. Ashley smiled. Pamela's laugh was infectious. Pamela seemed more excited about all of this than she was. Ashley could have thought that Pamela had personal vendetta with the Leon's if she hadn't known better.“Her head was going to blow off with steam when I asked for Bruce's wife and mentioned Lilian.” Pamela slapped her hand on her things as she laughed.Ashley chuckled. “I had not expected that stunt you pulled. It was a perfect shot. Rachel abhors hearing anything Lilian. She fears that topic. Same thing happened when I was at her house questioning her.” “Oh she should. After everything that she has done, she should live in overwhelming fear.” Pamela said.“Come inside.” Ashley urged, turning to open the front door as the laugh
Ashley was taken aback by Paul's question. Why was he asking? Did he know Pamela? How did he know her? Had he discovered her secret? She peeled her gaze filled with certainties on him. She was unsure how to respond to his question. What if he was baiting her, trying to confirm his suspicions? What if she said the wrong thing? “Ashley?” Paul called gently. His eager eyes anticipated her response. “I don't understand.” She declared. “My mother had mentioned her doubts that you lost your memories. I didn't want to believe her. But this… You bring Pamela here? Why? To taunt me?” His tone accused her. Ashley found herself lost in the maze Paul had created with his words. She couldn't decipher where the conversation was coming from, neither did she know where it was headed. “Pamela is my assistant. We met on my trip.” She told him their fabricated story. “She's quite efficient so I took her for the job.” Ashley explained. “You didn't know her before now?” Skepticism and disbelief l
Bruce was boiling with rage when he pulled Rachel to a corner and forcefully yanked her arm around to face him. It was hard for him to keep his anger contained and when he had her cornered, he exploded. “What the hell is wrong with you? Can't you control your senseless anger? Are you trying to ruin everything that we've worked so hard for? What was that for!” His angry breath fanned her face. Rachel was startled by Bruce's fist of rage directed at her. Her eyes stared at him in astonishment. “Didn't you hear what she said?” Still stunned by Bruce's reaction, her voice was surprisingly calm. “What did she say? She had only asked about Lilian. Was that enough for you to bare your canines and want to claw out her eyes like a dog?... In front of all that many people? God dammit, Rachel!” Rachel's eyes welled at the hurtful words Bruce was hurling at her. Her heart bled and pain ripped through her. “It's a sensitive topic for both of us. I mean, I hated the way Pamela raised the t
Rachel slid to the ground and the tears she had been keeping at bay, flowed. She was losing him. She could feel it. That strange woman had come into her life to ruin her peace. She cussed and swore at the day Ashley entered their lives, completely forgetting she had once ruined another's peace. She was overjoyed when she heard about Ashley's sudden disappearance. Even DJ didn't know where she went, and she assumed they had broken up. She thought Ashley would not return. She thought that the problem was gone. Her hopes and joys dropped when she saw Ashley again, standing by DJ at the gala. She didn't know why, but she was certain that Ashley was trouble. She smelled it. Trouble neither she nor Bruce would want, only, Bruce didn’t want to see it. He didn't want to listen to her. Instead he was scolding her. Nothing hurt her more and she cried. Rachel was used to having her way. Used to Bruce taking her advice. Used to be in control. She felt bitter losing that control. Never ha
Standing beside Ashley's swivel office chair, Pamela efficiently read Ashley's schedule for the day from the tablet in her grasp. “You have a meeting with the design team at 9am this morning. And you still have to go over those files.” Pamela pointed to a heap of papers on Ashley's desk.“Mr Mathew called to reschedule his meeting with you at noon. I tried to push him to keep to the agreed time but he's not bulging. So we rescheduled for 9am tomorrow. Would you like me to leave that time open?... If not, I was thinking we could call the manufacturers for the new designs. It'll be a perfect time considering the difference in time zone.” Pamela scrolled up the screen, her attention intently focused on it.“If you'd agree to make the call, then I can clear your itinerary for the rest of the day. Or you could go over to the agency to check with them for the models if you're not up to talking with the manufacturer today. The agency called yesterday to say they were all set. So which would
Ashley and Pamela exchange fearful glances at each other. The same thought filled their minds. How did Bruce suddenly appear here? How much of their conversation had he heard? “You?” Pamela swallowed, her mind had gone blank. Bruce looked around, checking to see if he may have missed something. “Yes. Me.” He responded with uncertainty. “Sorry I interrupted. I'll just come back.” He took a step back in an attempt to leave. Ashley shook her head and recovered from her shock at that moment. “Bruce!” Ashley called with feigned excitement. “You're here.” She remarked as she gazed past the door to the outer space where her secretary was supposed to be seated. As though being able to read Ashley's mind, Brice responded. “There was no one there, so I let myself in.” Ashley bit down on her jaws and anger flashed in her eyes as her secretary came into view behind Bruce. Benita, Ashley's secretary darted her eyes between the open door and Bruce's frame still standing by the do
Rachel froze. The hair on her skin brittled. Her eyes went wide with horror. Slowly, she peeled her eyes from the wall and fixed them on Ashley.“What did you say?” “Your sister's case is being reopened.” Ashley repeated.“For murder?” She asked, fearing that Ashley could hear the loud thudding of her heart. She was out of breath. They had everything taken care of. They erased all the traces. There was no way anyone would consider Lilian's death a murder.“I never said it was murder.” Ashley pointed and she saw the realization of her flop flicker in Rachel's eyes.“They're reopening the investigation, that's all I heard.” Ashley slanted her a glance. “You don't seem too happy about it.”“No- Yes- I mean, I am. I'm just wondering why now after all these years.” She said nervously.“Does it matter? Don't you want justice for your sister?” Ashley probed, watching Rachel tense. “Her body was never found. That's something to be worried about… I hear they'll bring everyone in for questioni
DJ, Sarah and Bruce had gotten permission from the doctor to go in to see Mr Leon. Ashley occupied the seat Sarah had previously sat on since Sarah had left. Ashley settled onto the seat with extra grace as Rachel's glare did little grazing to her confidence. She felt Rachel's hot gaze on her, but she did not flinch. “You'll grow old and ugly if you wear that frown for too long.” Ashley spoke without turning to Rachel. She casually adjusted the bracelet on her wrist, running her fingers over the expensive, delicate jewelry. “Can't help it when there's a stubborn stench following me around.” Rachel sneered. “The smell must be coming from you if it follows you everywhere. Have you checked yourself?” Ashley turned to her with a gentle smile. The scowl on Rachel's face deepened. She cast a scornful look over at Ashley, her eyes dripped with disdain as she muttered cusses under her breath. Ashley shook her head at her and rolled her eyes. “All that venom will kill you.” She warned. R
Just seeing Bruce so withered in front of her brought Ashley so much satisfaction. But she wasn't done. “Don’t fret over it. We'll work it out.” She assured him. “I can't even look at you.” Bruce said. His voice dunked in heavy self berating. As it should be. She agreed with him in her heart. “I don't know how I ended up plunging myself into this trouble. Now I'm being labeled a thief. My whole reputation is on the brink.” Ashley looked over his face as he flogged himself. The look of shame and regret. This is the look that should have been on his face when he smacked her head. This is the look that should have been on his face when he tossed her body over the bridge. This is the look that should be on his face for the rest of life knowing he tried to murder her in cold blood. But no. Not once did Bruce wear this look for what he had done to her. Not once did he feel this much shame for killing someone. Not once. And here he was clothed in remorse because his reputation w
Mr Leon was admitted to a hospital. His heart attack had been serious and he was in critical condition.“Why didn't you tell anyone you were having troubles with the company?” Bruce's mother questioned him. She and Helen were seated outside on one of the benches along the hospital hallway waiting for the doctor.Bruce stood beside their bench. His back inclined against the white wall. One leg bent backwards, his foot folded against the wall, his weight resting on his other foot. He crossed his arms over his chest. His head hung down and he stared fixated at nothing on the white tile.“Did you know about this?” Sarah Leon turned to her daughter-in-law, her eyes sought to extract the answer from her as there was nothing forthcoming from Bruce.“Why did neither of you say anything?” Sarah queried, seeing the guilt that fell over Rachel's eyes. The doctor's arrival at that moment saved Rachel from any more of Sarah's drills. They stood up in a rush, stood before the doctor and listened
Ashley was very supportive to Bruce. At least it seemed that way and Bruce bought every bit of her act. She helped him. From offering advice to ensuring the right location for the event was picked, down to decorations, she helped him.“I can't thank you enough, Ashley. You've been more than a big help to me.” Bruce said in a soft low tone, his gratitude, deeply ingrained in his voice.“It pains me that you won't be attending the exhibition after all the effort you've put into it.” He added.She smiled with regret. “Me too.” She murmured and her eyes gleamed with subtle mischief. Because deep down, she wasn't sorry. It was just how it was meant to be. She'd be away on the day his feet would slowly begin sinking down, deep into the mud pool she had prepared for him. Her alibi was too convincing. No one would suspect her.And on the D day, like every fashion show, low background music, dimmed lights, and a runway stage, the models filed out, clad in the new designs intending to wow the
“Sorry I kept you waiting.” Ashley apologized as she stepped into her office. Bruce stirred, his eyes gleamed with admiration as he watched her walk in and round her table to her seat. “It's fine. I didn't tell you before coming. In such short notice, I can't blame you.”Ashley scoffed and rolled her eyes without getting noticed. Bruce could easily fool any one with his courteousness, making someone believe he was well mannered and considerate. Anyone but her.She forced a smile. “You're not a stranger. I can always make time for you.” She didn't miss the proud glint in his eyes. He felt important.Idiót! Two can play this game of pretence. Only this time, Bruce was getting beat at his one game.“Thank you.” Bruce said sheepishly.She smiled and darted her eyes to the man seated beside Bruce. He understood the cue and immediately introduced the man.“He is with me. He is Alex, my designer.” Ashley nodded her greeting to Alex before peeling her eyes on Bruce.“Yes. Straight to busin
TWO WEEKS AFTER THE EXHIBITION Ashley poked her head through the door to Pamela's office. Her brows knitted as she stepped inside. “Why are you doing that?” Ashley asked Pamela who was standing by the workstation in her office, head bent and intently focused on the mass of material, sweat beads sat over her forehead and temples as she worked on a delicate fabric of beads. It has been two weeks since the success of their fashion exhibition and they have been swamped with orders on the newly launched line. It was more work than ever, more success than ever and more money than ever. The fame of their brand had spread quickly all over London and everyone in the world of clothing and designing wanted to be associated with Ashley and ‘The Knox fashion world’. Pamela snatched her handkerchief from her pant pocket and swiped it unethically over her face. She raised her head to look at Ashley. “They've got their hands full at the atelier. Mrs Maxwell brought in a late request but she's o
“The guests have begun to arrive.” Pamela said in a breathless tone. She peeked through the large curtains hiding them behind the stage.The past weeks have been so busy for everyone at the office.The fashion exhibition day was upon them and as Ashley had instructed; nothing was to go wrong. Being an evening event, Ashley had spent the whole day ensuring that the hall and everything else was in place.“Good! And the models?” Ashley asked Pamela. “Don't leave that there.” She instructed one of the handymen. “Put that by the side.” She turned just as Pamela responded to her question.“All ready. Just a few finishing touches… You should go get ready. Change your clothes.” Pamela advised Ashley who looked tired and was drenched in sweat. She looked at her friend with compassion. Ashley had barely sat the whole day.“Sure.” Ashley responded. Her eyes roved around one more time, checking to see if there was anything out of place. She didn't want anything to go wrong. “Go oversee the model
Ashley and Pamela exchanged looks. Fear filled their gaze. Had DJ heard them? Why did he call them out that way? “Who would pay?” DJ asked, walking into the kitchen to join them. He was still panting slightly from his run. Ashley's and Pamela’s hearts raced as they passed each other fearful looks. They were so engrossed in their fear of being caught that they missed the tease in DJ's voice. “Um…” Ashley fumbled. “If I had known you would come here to bother my fiance with work problems, I would have never told she was with me, Pam.” DJ said, walking to the freezer helped himself to a bottle of cold water. He paused, clinging onto the fridge handle, noticing the tension reeling from both women. “Is everything alright?” His eyes scanned them. “No. We were just talking about work. There are a couple of pending payments to be made.” Ashley explained. “Yes. I'll get the invoice for you to sign.” Pamela said, moving away to get her bag. “See what I mean? You don't give her any break