Elara and Ezra finally pulled away; he held her head in his hand and brushed back the hair on her face. "Do you know how long I have been waiting to do that?" he asked, gently rubbing his hand across her face."Me too," she murmured, bending her head out of embarrassment. She knew she was coming there to bear out her heart to him; she did not know that she was going to be the one to kiss him first. "Don't bend your head; I want to look at your face," he said. She wanted to jump back and call him out on his cheesiness but she liked the way it made her feel. She blushed, feeling blood soak up her cheeks as butterflies filled her stomach. "Why did it take you this long to come if this is what you wanted as well?" he asked."I told you, I was afraid," she murmured. Her tone was low and it was obvious she was trying to pick a side; she was not sure if she was embarrassed by what had happened between them or if she was happy it happened. There were mixed feelings and she was still trying t
Elara swallowed the lump in her throat just because she could not take it anymore; it felt like someone had taken time out of their busy day to tie up her throat, and it felt itchy. She cleared her throat and straightened her back as she walked through the restaurant.She looked to one table in the corner; her boyfriend Micah's back was to her, and she took a deep breath, clutching tightly to the handle of her purse. As she approached the table, she wished that this was different.When she first caught on that he was cheating, she did not believe it one bit because there was no way that her boyfriend, who swore to love her even though he was too closed off to show it to her, was showing another girl with flowers and chocolates and dinner dates; she could believe that the same man she had been with all these years was cheating on her.But when her sister called to tell her that she was getting out and that everyone knew that he was getting married to Zara, she knew that she did not sta
"You are the heiress?" Elara asked, letting out a long laugh. She was angry to meet her boyfriend with a woman, but it amused her that this woman was pretending to be the woman she hid from Micah all these years. She did not want anyone going after her for her family money and influence but for who she was. "But I hear that no one knows what she looks like, so how can we be sure that you are the one?" Elara followed with continuous laughter. She was sure that her siblings would have a field day with this information if they got to hear it. Her father had been the expert at keeping his children away from the public and had only introduced her brother Ronan when he was twenty years old to the media because he said he had to learn the ropes of the business. Since Elara stayed hidden from the press, it was easier for her to live a life of freedom. "Are you saying that I am lying?" Zara asked, shifting on her feet uncomfortably. "Of course not; how can I call you an impersonator?" She
"Regret this? Regret marrying to the Quinn family?" Micah scoffed like she had just told a lie. "I don't think so," he said with a smirk on his face."Oh, boo, don't listen to her; she must be crazy," Zara chimed in."Crazy? You are calling me crazy? I am the crazy one here?" She said, looking around, hoping that the people around her would help her judge the matter."Both of you are shamelessly out here cheating on me, and you think I am the crazy one? In what world are you the sane ones?" She did not even know she had those kinds of words brewing on the insides of her."If you know he is cheating on you, as you said, why don't you let him be?" Zara asked, air-quoting the word cheating. "Moreover, if you were never in a relationship, why would it be cheating?""Did he say that?" Elara asked, quietly dropping the plate in her hand to the table and cleaning off the soup residue that had stuck to her hand on the napkin. "Did he tell you that we were not in a relationship?""Well, he did
Elara held her cheek as the words she had been saying were now lost in her throat; she could not believe that she had been slapped across the face by Micah's mistress. The two of them stood there, Zara's chest rising and falling in annoyance as she balled her hands into a fist by her side. "Imposter? Who are you calling an imposter?" She screamed at her. The entire restaurant was now fully focused on them. The couples who were there on dates would probably think that the show before it was more enticing than their date. "I guess you must really be an imposter," Elara replied. She had always been a confident girl, but meeting Micah had done something to her and made her believe that for her to be accepted, she needed to be sevirle and submissive to everyone, and everything around her meant that she had forgotten the training that her father had given her. "Do not call me that," Zara said through gritted teeth. "Why should I?" What else am I going to call you? You are here claiming
"I finally got rid of her, and I did not have to do much work," Micah said as they walked to his car. They had to leave the restaurant immediately because of the embarrassment that came with the scene that Elara had created for them. Immediately she stormed out as if she had won; he paid the check and left with Zara in his hand. "Since you have been able to ditch the b*tch, how about we go ahead and have the wedding as planned?" Zara suggested, poking his chest roughly. "Of course, we are going to have the wedding next week," he announced. "Now just remember, since my parents do not want me to be exposed to the public, they would not be attending the wedding, and they would not be sponsoring it either, so you have to do all of that by yourself, and also I cannot access my trust fund until I get married and have a baby," Zara said. "Oh my darling, what do you take me for? I definitely remember all that you said, and I am going to keep it to them all. As long as Mr. Quinn has agreed
Elara walked through the door to the house that she had shared with Micah for the past three years. Everywhere in there pushed out some kind of memory for her. She wanted to sit in the darkness of the house and cry out her eyes because when her family had told her that she was making a mistake by trusting a man like Micah, she had told him that they loved each other, and that was all that mattered. Now she understood very well that love was not all that mattered. She walked to the bedroom that they shared and took down her box; these were the same ones she left her father's mansion with, and now she was leaving with the same one. She had wanted the relationship to work out so badly so she could prove to her family that she was right. Now that the relationship was in shambles, she began to clearly see all of the warning signs. "I really am a fool for ignoring all of those signs for the longest time," she murmured to herself with a sad smile. She barely had anything to pack from the h
"Beautifully?" she asked again, the cackle not stopping as she doubled over her hands, patting her knees in laughter. Micah did not like the scene before him; he was not saying anything funny, so she should not be laughing as hard as she was laughing. He had expected to meet her at home on her knees, begging him to take her back. She should be crying and asking him to help her because she had nowhere else to go, but she felt different and out of reach.It was like she was possessed by a confident spirit. "What is so funny?" "You think that a scum like you can ever produce anything beautiful," she said, looking at the car that had parked right before his car. She knew that was her ride, and she did not want to cause a scene. A well-built man who could pass for a bodybuilder came down from the driver's side and jogged to her. The man approaching them made Micah lose his train of thought. "Hello Ms..." Elara waved her hand in the air to stop him from addressing her as a Quinn as much
Elara and Ezra finally pulled away; he held her head in his hand and brushed back the hair on her face. "Do you know how long I have been waiting to do that?" he asked, gently rubbing his hand across her face."Me too," she murmured, bending her head out of embarrassment. She knew she was coming there to bear out her heart to him; she did not know that she was going to be the one to kiss him first. "Don't bend your head; I want to look at your face," he said. She wanted to jump back and call him out on his cheesiness but she liked the way it made her feel. She blushed, feeling blood soak up her cheeks as butterflies filled her stomach. "Why did it take you this long to come if this is what you wanted as well?" he asked."I told you, I was afraid," she murmured. Her tone was low and it was obvious she was trying to pick a side; she was not sure if she was embarrassed by what had happened between them or if she was happy it happened. There were mixed feelings and she was still trying t
"To tell you the reason I broke it off again was because...""Did you come here to tell me the reason why you broke it off? I already heard and understood the reason the first time."Wait!" She held his hand as he tried to get off the stool. She shifted her hand a bit to the back and then flushed in embarrassment. "I came here to tell you that for the first time in my life, I want to be selfish; I do not want to think about you and what you need or about Olivia-Marie and what she needs or wants; I want to think about myself alone and do what I want," she said.He blinks and shrugs. "Why are you telling me this? If you want to be selfish, then be selfish, but why are you dragging me into it?""Because my being selfish affects you, I am not going to give you up. I am going to cling to you for the longest time and I do not care if you do not want me around. I am going to be like that itch you cannot get rid of," she said and he almost laughed in her face. She was never the kind of person
She ran after him because he was walking with long strides and she knew that if she walked, she might not keep up with him. She took off her jacket and hung it on the coat hanger before following him into the kitchen. "Do you want anything to drink or eat?"She could tell that he was angry with her but he was still trying to make sure that his anger didn't cloud his judgement and make him do anything he would regret. "Just water would be fine," she murmured and he nodded.He took a glass from the cupboard and poured her a glass before thrusting it into her hand. "Why are you here?" He asked, looking everywhere in the kitchen aside from her.She climbed into one of the chairs and began shipping on the water. "To see you," she said quietly."Exactly, why on earth would you come to see me?" he asked. This time the anger he felt was substantial in the way he spoke. He cleared his throat and pulled out a chair two steps opposite her. "You ended things before they got a chance to start so w
Elara was finally able to get her work done; instead of sending a message to Ezra, she had decided to go over to his house to see him. They would be able to talk better when they were face-to-face. She got down to her car; her dad asked her if she needed a driver and she was not sure if there was a need to employ someone to drive her around when she could easily do it by herself. She drove herself to Ezra's house and was stopped at the gate."How can I help you?""I am here to see Ezra," she replied. The man looked her up and down before silently going back to the gatehouse. He picked up his phone and said something, going back and forth with whoever was on the phone before he came back to her. It was obvious he was reluctant to open up the gate for her. She kept a smile on her face."Mr Thatcher is not in," he explained and she nodded. She thought as much that he would not be back from work. She did not want to start any unnecessary drama on the news; that was the reason she did not
Chole sat in the living room with her planner. After meeting with Ephraim's family, she began planning the wedding. She did not wait for Ephraim to ask her to be his wife; she was sure it would happen and since she wanted to get out of her father's house faster, she knew it was best for her to speed up the process before it became unbearable for her.She heard the front door open and then shut. She knew it was her father; she thought she would be down with what she had to do before he came in. How was she to explain that she was planning a wedding he had disapproved of loudly in his living room? Since the day of the visit, her father has treated her like a stranger in the house. She did not want it to be that way but she did not know if there was anything to do to change her father's mind. Ephriam had told her that it would all work out.She heard the steps draw closer to them and she sat uptight, ready for war. "Who is this?" She turned in the direction of the voice and smiled."This
Zara stood in front of her parents' house. She had thought that marriage to Micah would get her more money than her parents and that she would be able to give them, but it turned out that Micah was bluffing about his wealth just the same way she had been doing. She was left with more debt than she had before getting married to him. She could not leave him because she was sure that no one would want her or even want to be associated with her. Since she had the chance to get married to him, she was going to hold on. Getting married had been her dream and now she was able to accomplish it.She gathered all of her strength and walked up the stairs leading to her parent's home. One of the things she was grateful for was that she managed to not entangle her parents in the mess she created. How would she have been able to live with herself if it happened that way? Since she got married, she had not spoken to or visited them.However, after overhearing the conversation between Micah and Cora,
Elara stared at her phone in hand; it had been a week since she and Ezra broke off whatever it was they had between them. Even though she kept on assuring herself that there was nothing between them, she knew that the feelings she felt for him were the same as the ones she felt a few years ago. She wanted to call him up and tell him that she had spoken to Olivia-Marie and she had decided to step back so they could be together but she did not know how she was supposed to do so.Her phone began vibrating in her hand and she almost threw out the phone from her hand out of fear. She glanced at the screen and it looked familiar even though the number was unknown. She allowed it to ring and stop before it began to ring again. She picked it up and pressed it to her ear, waiting for whoever was calling to speak first."Hello?" Micah's voice rang through the air. She rolled her eyes; she knew he had to be the one. Micah had never been one to give up at first attempt so since the last time he c
Elara could not believe her eyes; she wondered why Olivia-Marie would come here to see her. "Are you going to tell them to move?" she asked. Elara was sure that there was something very different about the woman standing in front of her. She was not the same one who had bawled out her eyes at the gate the other day."Let her through," Elara said, taking her step forward. Both bodyguards shifted to the side for her to go through. "What are you doing here?" she asked and Olivia-Marie smiled."I am here to see you," she said and when the expression on Elara's face did not show her that she was welcome, she decided to explain. "Why do we talk? I am sure we have a lot to say."Elara turned to her assistant and gave orders. "Clear my schedule for the afternoon." She did not know why she did that but it seemed as if Olivia-Marie had something important to tell her."Okay, ma'am," she replied."I will go alone from here," she said. The bodyguards bowed to her before leaving without a fight; h
Olivia-Marie stood out of the gate; the man who had let her in had gotten an earful from Ezra and she stood there watching. She watched Ezra get into the back seat of the Range Rover; she began to think of when she thought he was the one for her and why she thought it. The driver drove past her and she tried to peer into the car but Ezra had his face buried in a book.She had promised herself that she had to have him for herself; he was everything that a woman would want in a man and even more, he was well-mannered and even rich. His beauty was nothing to joke about.She knew that if she kept pushing, she would be the laughing stock at the end but if she ended it now, then she would still be a laughing stock. Her friends were going to make endless fun of her life. She spent eight years clinging to a man she knew was going to leave her in a heartbeat; she knew that if his first love ever showed up, then this was the end. However, she did not want to accept it was the end so she held on