Elizabeth
Walking back inside, she saw that everyone had gathered in the hall as a deathly quiet descended. “Oh, looks like it’s showtime.” She thought and went over to grab a glass of champagne from a server.
Her mind went back to the gentleman she met on the terrace and looked around the hall to see if she could find him. There was something about him she couldn’t shake, and she knew it had to do with him accepting her honest opinions. All her life, her mother taught her to act prim and proper, to say the right things and act like a lady. However, for those few moments on that terrace, he made her feel like a normal person. One who was flawed and had opinions of her own.
“Don’t be silly, Elizabeth,” she chastised herself for her girlish thoughts. Fate and destiny ran away from her a long time ago. Mentally shaking herself, she straightened her back and looked up at the podium when a microphone crackled.
“Ladies and gentlemen. My family and I wish to welcome you all to Dereon Hall.” An older, very well-dressed gent says to the crowd. Elizabeth knew him as Eldred Dereon, a force to be reckoned with in the business world. “Now, I’ve heard some rumours going around that this ball was organised to find my son, August, a bride like some Cinderella story.” he continued and chuckled. “On the contrary, tonight is my son’s engagement party!” he said, beaming.
At this, the crowd bursts out in chatter and whispers.
“He’s engaged?!”
“Oh no, there goes my chance!”
“Are you kidding me?!”
Elizabeth looked over the crowd and noticed that all the young heiresses seemed horrified at their missed opportunity. Her eyes landed on Evelyn, who pouted and looked like a child whose candy just got taken. “There goes that idea, Eve,” she thought, and giggled. She stared at the disappointed faces in the crowd and could not help but laugh. How was marrying August Dereon so important to them? The man was a literal unknown and for all she knew, he could be a leper with no front teeth.
“Sorry, Mother. Someone beat me to it.” She thought, gleefully.
“Settle down, everyone. I know that most of you don’t know what my son looks like. He has been working overseas, most prominently in Paris and Germany, as the CEO of Dereon Industries. We practically had to beg him to come home to attend his own engagement party!” he laughed. “Now, without further ado, please welcome my son, August, and his beautiful bride-to-be, Emily Gray!” Eldred Dereon said proudly and gestured to the left-hand side of the hall, clapping lightly.
Where Elizabeth stood, she couldn’t make out August Dereon’s face as he had his back to her, but noted that his posture seemed familiar. Then, as he reaches his hand out for Emily to take, his suit sleeve slides up and she spies a $1.5 million Audemars-Piguet watch.
Elizabeth Elizabeth stared at the couple walking to the podium, uncertain of what she was seeing. She had been speaking to August Dereon this entire time, and she was certain he knew she was talking about him. He headed to the stage with his fiancée, kissed her hand, and smiled. Elizabeth noticed how beautiful Emily Gray looked. Black gown hugging her slim, athletic build, Louboutin’s on her feet and minimal make-up like Elizabeth. She could not help but feel a pang of jealousy. Of course, August Dereon would be engaged to a stunner. He then turned around and looked at the crowd, cementing her thoughts. It was the stranger from the balcony. As he scanned the crowd, his eyes fell on her. They made eye contact for a split second, then he looked away again, frowning slightly.
Elizabeth“So... You’re the August Dereon,” she said and looked at him. His expression showed disappointment as he let out a sigh. “This is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you who I was. That look and the formality in your voice, I hear it every day,” he replied and continued, “It was refreshing to have a normal conversation with another person without feeling as if they’re lying to me.” She spotted her Maybach pulling up and looked at him, rolling her eyes slightly, “Well I’m glad I could provide you with much-needed normality, Mr Dereon,” she said in a sarcastic tone. Please know that you do not owe me an explanation as I’m but a random annoying socialite attending a ball.“If you’ll excuse me, I need to go home. Good night, sir.” She finished and turned to get into the car. Why was she so upset with the entire thing? “Dragonfly...” August called after her and moved to grab her wrist, but she pulled it out of his grasp. She whi
Elizabeth She arrived at White Manor and slipped off her platform heels, walking barefoot from the car hoping her mother would be asleep. Elizabeth knew that her mother would have heard about August’s engagement by now and she would be livid. From the outside, her life seemed glamorous; the glitz, the glam, the fashion and the money. Her family, The Whites, being the second wealthiest family in Washington, second only to the Dereons. Her father had his fingers in many pies, some even speculating that he had ties to the Chicago mafia underbelly. But her mother was the matriarch. Agnes White ran this family like her father, Robert, ran his company, no love lost to any mistake made and people cut when they were not deemed worthy. Elizabeth dreaded running into her mother right now. But alas, Agnes was waiting for her as she opened the door. Elizabeth blanched. “Mother-“
Elizabeth 3 am and Elizabeth stood with her bags and belongings all packed, while still wearing the dress from the ball. She took one last look at her room and sighed, realising she probably would not miss living here, and the thought alone saddened her profusely. When she reached the stair landing, she walked towards the kitchen and placed the keys where she knew her mother would see them when she came downstairs in the morning. With her resolve set, she straightened her back and wiped the last of her tears away. These would be the last tears she ever shed for her mother. Ever since her sister, Blair, died, her mother had been nothing but cruel to her only daughter. Blair was her mother’s favourite and a musical genius well on her way to becoming a prodigy. She had always shielded Elizabeth from her mother’s mood swings, but now that she wasn’t around anymore, Elizabeth got the brunt of her anger all the time. On the way from her mus
Elizabeth "August!" Elizabeth exclaims and looks at the handsome man who just caught her. Out of anyone she could have run into, it had to be him. "Little Dragonfly, are you following me?" he says and gives her a sly smile. She frowns at his words but feels a blush forming on her cheeks. But as she was about to respond to him, she remembered that she still had Liza on the line. "Sorry about that Liza, you got all that?" She asks, not just talking about her cake and coffee order. She hears Liza chuckle. "I'm still here and want all the details when you get back. I'll get a mixture of cakes. See you at the office, boss lady." Liza responds, and Elizabeth smiles," "You're a star, babe!" she said and ended the call, then looked at August. "I am sure you would like to believe I'm following you, but I am afraid that this is not the case. I am staying here for the time being due to personal reasons." Elizabeth said and wondered why she was telling him all this.
Walking into Libellule House, Elizabeth was still stunned at what had just transpired. August's fiancee was begging her to take on her wedding dress project. "I have been such a big fan since day 1, and it would make me so happy if you would design my wedding dress!" Elizabeth could not say no to her, and she had looked so sincere. So, she gave in. "Alright, team, are we ready to go into battle?!" she exclaims, walking into the meeting room. Her team yells back, excited and sensing her renewed energy. "Despite the setback of our projects that my mother pulled out from under our noses, I have some exciting news!" Elizabeth beams at them and looks at their anxious faces. "Come on, boss, we can't stand the suspense!" "Yeah, please tell us!" Elizabeth chuckles at their curiosity and looks around the room. "This morning, something rather spectacular happened on the way here," she continues while looking at their faces. "We've got th
8 pm: Elizabeth stretches and looks at the time. Not realizing she had spent her whole afternoon putting out fires and designing her new line, she switches off her computer and takes out her phone. Fifty-one missed calls?! She stares at her phone in shock and then realizes she left her phone silent after lunch with a potential client. She unlocks her phone and clicks to go into her call list. Twenty calls were from the same unknown number, and the rest were from her mother. Sighing, she returns her mother's call. Her mother answers on the 4th ring. "This is just like her, like she's not the one who was desperately looking for me." Elizabeth thinks sourly. "Elizabeth," her mother croons; she groans inwardly. "Sorry I missed your call, Mother. I have been quite busy putting out the fires you've created for me," She responds curtly. Sensing her mother's anger, she continues, "Was there a reason for your call?" "I've heard through the grapevin
Elizabeth gets off her flight from Tokyo and heads to collect her luggage; afterwards, she heads to the hotel. In the elevator, she pulls out her phone and calls Liza. "Hey babe, I'm back. Could you please do some house hunting for me? I need to find a place ASAP, or all our savings will be going to this hotel suite." She says, "No problem, boss. I will come back to you with the prospect's tomorrow morning. Your schedule has been cleared for Ms Gray today." Liza responds. Elizabeth has not been looking forward to this meeting for some reason. "Thanks, Liza. Chat tomorrow," she says and hangs up. After showering, she decides on a casual, off-the-shoulder top and tight jeans, accentuating her curves. With a satisfied nod, she opts for flats instead of heels today. She pulls up in front of Emily's address and parks her car. The villa is surprisingly quaint, not the Dereon flashiness at all. Elizabeth smiles and heads inside. She was about to ring the bell, but E
Elizabeth rummages through her storage. Damon had run off in this direction with her bag and she could not find her wallet anywhere. Today was the opening of Libellule School of Design and she would be late at this rate. Sighing in exasperation, she vows never to have any more kids. As she bends down to look behind one of Damon's old strollers, she spots a box hidden in the far end of the shelf. She frowns and reaches in further until she could touch the box and pulls it out. It was about the size of a normal shoe box and looked oddly familiar. She took the top off and sighed, it was a photo album. Her mother used to old fashioned back in the day before greed took over. As she paged through the album, she becomes misty eyed at the happy memories she had when Blair was still alive.But as she neared the end, she recognized an envelope that she put there a long time ago; a letter left to her by her parents in their will. She had completely forgotten about the letter; he
Elizabeth waves at Damon as he walked into daycare, his blonde curls bobbing up and down as he runs towards his teacher. At three years old he was already starting to look like his father, he even inherited August’s heterochromia but he had the temperament of his mother, loving and kind.Just as she was about to turn around, she sees Damon turn around and wave to her one last time, “Bye, mama! Wuv you!” he shouts and gives her a big smile, her heart absolutely bursting with love. He then runs inside, feeling satisfied with his message.She gets inside her Maybach and drives towards Blair Industries.Life being married to August was everything she could ever hope for. Damon was growing every day. Both their companies were doing exceptionally well and they were more in love than ever. She kept on waiting for her world to come crashing down, but it never came.Maybe true happiness does exist, she thinks to
Emily watches from the vantage point of her bulletproof bedroom windows.Antonio was hoisting Amy into his Emperor, of course, he came with that ridiculous car to do a rescue. She sees them getting away despite the gunfire and sighs sadly, knowing Antonio would plan revenge after he sees the extent of Amy’s injuries she had Vito inflict over the past 3 days.She touched his woman, his property. He will be out for blood.She turns away from the window and walks out into the hallway. Piero had already called a cleanup crew to dispose of the Russo filth on Marino territory. “Famiglia!” she calls, and all her soldiers had their attention on her, “Tomorrow we wage war on Russo ground. They trespassed on our territory for the last time. We need to make an example of them.” she hollers, with heated grunts and shouts coming from her men.It always amazed her at the power she had over these men and h
Emily tells her enforcer, Vito, to leave Amy to stew in her own thoughts for the night. They would continue with the torture in the morning. The evening would give her plenty of time to reconsider her predicament and tell them where Antonio was hiding out.She couldn’t help but think her brother a coward. He left the woman he supposedly loved in order to keep himself safe. Giovanni would turn in his grave if he knew the man he trained to be the next Boss was in fact a coward and not worthy of the Omerta.Smiling a silent victory, she slips into her nightgown and retires for the evening.***Days pass with no word from her brother or his family.Vito had exhausted all his t
* August and Elizabeth's story will continue soon.*Emily stares at her reflection in the mirror.A face she did not recognize anymore because of the extensive plastic surgery she had to endure after the blast to their limo 2 years ago. Just as she was made Boss before killing Giovanni Russo, her territory had been invaded and they betrayed her. Luckily, she reclaimed her throne before the vultures descended. She took down so many of Russo’s men that she lost count. In Sicily, they nicknamed her Strega Rossa because of her red hair and penchant for killing with blades. She definitely was not Antonio’s pufetta anymore.She puts on her corset and has her ancella lace her up tightly. She only fought in corsets, the pain meant no
Elizabeth stares at Damon through the glass of his incubator with a worried frown etched on her face.After they found him screaming in a bassinet in one of the hospital hallways, her doctor had run all the necessary tests on him to see if they hurt him. There was nothing physically wrong with him, however, he endured tremendous stress during his abduction. He wa
*WARNING, EXPLICIT SCENE*
August looks down at his bloodied fist.He had to take his anger out on something after seeing Madison walk out of the hospital with his newborn son. Staring at the wall, he watches his blood drip down the paint and proceeds to punch it over and over again.
Hi, there readers! I am so sorry for the delay in updates to the story. The last week of December has been so hectic for me, but that’s no excuse. I will be writing full time from the end of January, so be prepared for daily updates! Thank you so much for reading my novel and supporting me, you have no idea how much I appreciate your feedback and support!Love always, J.Tarr x