SUNDAY MORNING"You have a visitor," a staff member announced as she stood in the living room where Elliot and Clara sat. They usually took time to sit around since they both usually had busy weeks. "A visitor, who is it?" Clara asked, turning her head in the direction of the voice. They were not expecting any guests; usually, they did not allow anyone into the house on Sundays so the entire family could rest and be ready for a new week by the end of the day. "Who could it be?" she whispered to her husband but he responded with a shrug. "It is me," Zara said, popping her head from behind the staff. The staff bowed her head and left the room quietly; she knew that if they needed anything, they would call her. "Zara!?" Elliot exclaimed in a questioning manner as she stood there with a smile on her face. "Where have you been? I haven't seen you in a long time," Clara followed up. "Well," she said, coming to sit beside Clara, who rubbed her back with her hand fondly. "I have been pre
Elara blinked, looking at the face in front of her. She could tell that Zara recognised her and even though she wanted to act as if it did not matter, her face was imprinted in her head. She smiled at her and moved closer, taking her hand. She had too tortured her a bit; she was going to act as if she did not recognise her and then drop the ball on her later. "Hi, I am Elara," she said again before adding in a louder voice. "Elara Quinn" "How many times are you going to introduce yourself?" Isla asked, following Behidn and then standing in front of her. "I am Isla and the younger sister to that girl that keeps saying her name." Isla didn't bother to stretch her hand for a handshake since the girl stood stunned, leaving Elara's hand in the air. 'Maybe she does not recognise me,' Zara wondered to herself, but she was not going to let her guard down until she successfully left the place. She wanted to scream at her and ask what she was doing. There must have been a mix-up. Why was she
Elara followed her out and went to stand in her path, stopping her from going forward. "Do they know that you are their daughter?" Elara asked, pretending to check out her nails. Her mother had been on her case and made her do a full spree. They had gone shopping for clothes and she had made her get a new haircut and done her nails as well. "What do you mean?" Zara murmured. "Do I know you?" "Zara? Are you going to act as if you do not know me when you claimed so much to my face that you were Quinn's daughter and you were going to make Micah rich by marrying him?" "I think you have gotten the wrong person." "How do you know my parents?" "I said you have gotten the wrong person," Zara said. She felt as if she had burst into tears any moment from then. She felt as if she was being interrogated by her. "Should I call up Micah and tell him everything?"I mean, I deleted his number but I am sure that I can get it within record time." Zara gulped hard and felt tears line the corner of
Isla took out her phone and scrolled through the message between herself and her sister and she gasped at what she saw. "Oh my god, she is the one, that b**ch," she said again. Her parents had heard her the first time and ignored her, but they could not ignore her again."Isla!" Elliot exclaimed, shocked to hear such language from his daughter. "Why would you refer to her like that? Isla, explain to us this instant why you think it is okay to use such language so freely," he added, and she bit the corner of her lips. "Daddy Mommy, I am sorry; it is just that I had to say that woman is the one that..." she trailed off, looking towards Elara. She did not know if the girl wanted to tell them or if she was keeping quiet about it. "Go on, what did she do?" Elliot urged."You both seem fond of her; who is she?" Elara chipped in. "Zara?" Clara asked, and both her daughters nodded their heads. "She is the daughter of Mr. Winter, our gardener." "Our gardener's daughter?" Isla asked, unable
"Oh, my good lord!" Sarah exclaimed as she saw a figure sitting on the couch with the lights off. She went to switch them on. "You acred the crap out of me," she murmured when she noticed it was her daughter. She looked at the wall clock and noticed that it was a few minutes past six am. "What are you doing up so early?" she asked, not even bothering to give her a glance. Her daughter came back late at night and usually slept through the entire day, but seeing her awake by this time must mean that she had probably just gotten in. "Or did you just get in?" she followed up. Zara sat there frozen, just staring at the moving pictures on the television. She had gotten in pretty late that night and sat there thinking about what had happened earlier in the morning. She could not bring herself to think of the consequences of what was going to happen. Even though she had acted all smug with Elara, she still felt fear grip her so badly. "Are you not going to respond to your mother?" Sarah ask
"How am I supposed to face Mr. Quinn tomorrow?" "You would face him like you usually do," Sarah said. "You speak as if this is not a big deal." "It might be a big deal but don't you think you are old enough to face the consequences of the actions you take?" "Actions I take? Consequences? I did not take any actions that would make me lose my job like this." Zara sat there watching her parents go back and forth. She wondered why her father was reacting the way he did. Her mother, who had been against her, was handling the situation better than her father, who had encouraged her. "Dad, don't you think you are being too cruel?" She muttered and he turned to face him. "Once you thought all of this was a good idea. You were happy that you would eventually have to stop working and live a comfortable life; why are you now so afraid of losing your job?""When did I mention all of this to you?" He scoffed as if he had not been edging her to go on. "Dad?" she exclaimed at how he was trying
"Do you care to explain this to me?" "Don't worry, Dad, I have taken care of it," Ezra said. "You have taken care of it and still there is some kind of gossip about it all around?" "It is just some people talking about it and soon it would die down. I have taken it down from the media; everything is going to be okay." Jacob took a deep breath and turned to his son, "Are you going to really marry this girl?" "I thought you didn't care who I married?" Ezra shot back. "Why on earth would I not care? Arent you my son?" "Other fathers in your category set their sons up with other rich ladies but you just left me to myself." "Is that the reason you decided to rebel?" Jacob asked, surprised by his son. Ezra had always been a good kid, and he never had difficulty with him. His name never appeared for bad in the media and this was the first time it did so Jacob did not know how to react. When Olivia-Marie had forcefully come to introduce herself to him, he knew that she was bad news a
"What does she want to say?" Coraasked as she sat down inside her son's living room. Micah had called her and told her that Zara called them both to tell them something important. "Mom, if I knew what it was, then I would not be sitting here with you; let us just wait for her and I am sure she would be here soon." The words left his mouth and were followed by the bell. "See, she is here, and now we can know the reason why she called us." He stood up and walked to the door. Her smile greeted him and he pulled her into a hug. He placed a kiss on her head and she pulled away. Micah studied her face and tried to know who was more beautiful between Elara and Zara. Zara always seemed to be in a lot of makeup but Elara was still able to pull off a natural look at all times. "How are you?" he asked as she created distance between them. "I could never be better; our wedding is in three days and I have good news," she beamed. "Good news?" Micah asked as he wondered what kind of wedding gif
Ronan took up his phone and called Noelle. He tried multiple times, but still there was no response to his calls. He was worried that she was intentionally ignoring him, and she would put it on that their relationship between them was professional and that she did not need to work on Sunday, so she did not get his calls. He knew sitting there all day trying to reach her on the phone was not going to resolve anything so he moved out of the house to her location. Since she had complained about him showing up with fancy cars before, he picked an ordinary salon car so he could blend into the neighbourhood.He got to the nearest parking lot by her house and decided to park there and walk the rest of the way. He got to her apartment door and knocked on the door. As he stood there, he realised that he should have brought something to apologise with, and now it was too late since he had knocked already. He waited for the door to get attended to; it never came, so he knocked again."Who is the
Alfie took the phone off his ears. He knew that he had jumped to a conclusion about Chole and Ronan last night but he had seen the opportunity and wanted to grab it by the neck. If he let it go, how was he supposed to stabilise his company? He marched from downstairs, where he had been drinking his coffee, to Chole's room. He pounded on the door and waited for her to respond.Chole was jolted awake from the pounding. She looked around, and the last thing that she remembered was leaving the hotel and going to a bar. She sat on the bed, trying to ignore her father on the other side of the door. She thought of Ephesus, and her heart began to ache. She did not even think for once that he was ever going to do something so evil to her. He was with her for her father's money? She did not have access to her father's money, and she was willing to leave it all for him, and yet he had his eyes on it.She began to think back on the relationship between them. He said they met by coincidence at the
"I think you should call Mr. Prescott and sort this out before it snowballs into something big. Also, call up Noelle and explain the situation to her. I would not like to get the wrong idea if I were the one," Clara finally put in a word to their conversation. "Also, try to stop all contact with Chole at least for now. I am not saying you should become enemies, but you know that the media always wants to say something about your life, and your marriage would not be an exception, so do whatever you can to wrap this up quickly.""Okay, mom," Ronan said with a nod. He had already decided what he was going to do. He wanted to get breakfast over with her because he knew he would have to explain to her family what happened. He finished the food on his plate and excused himself before his mom could fill it up again.He went into his room and sat on the bed. He called Alfie to talk to him. He wanted to clear the air with him."Son-in-law" Alfie's voice sounded happy, as if he had won the lott
Elliot frowns at his phone. He was going through the morning news when a message from his assistant popped up, and it was an article confirming the relationship between his son and Chole. As of that moment, the legal team had been trying their best to ensure no more articles of such leaked out until there was a confirmation from Quinn's family. Elliot knew that reporters liked to talk, but what he could not understand about the article was that the journalist in charge was speaking as if they had gotten a confirmation from both parties."How could Chole and Ronan be back together?" he grunted as he swiped the article off his screen. He lifted his eyes to Clara, standing in front of him."What was that?" she asked with wide eyes."There is a strange article that Ronan had gotten back with Chole," Elliot responded, dropping the tablet to the coffee table next to him before pushing himself out of the chair. "You came to call me for breakfast, didn't you?" he asked, taking up her hand and
Ronan went to the bar that the bartender was able to give him over the phone. After leaving the office, he called Chole back because he realised that she did not give him an address, and the bartender picked up instead, telling him that she had passed out from drinking. He gave out the address and asked him to come pick her up before she made a scene there. As he drove there, he could not help but wonder why Noelle had not stopped him; he wondered if she was truly not interested in him. He knew that if he had heard her ex was calling her and she had taken off like he did, then he would have tried all he could to stop her by all means. She did not seem moved at all by his decision to go and do whatever it was with Chole. She stayed professional till the very end, which annoyed him a little.He wondered if it was wise of him to continue clinging to her when she was clear about her feelings; maybe it was time to let go. His thoughts were cut short by the navigation system that was signal
Ronan went to the bar that the bartender was able to give him over the phone. After leaving the office, he called Chole back because he realised that she did not give him an address, and the bartender picked up instead, telling him that she had passed out from drinking. He gave out the address and asked him to come pick her up before she made a scene there. As he drove there, he could not help but wonder why Noelle had not stopped him; he wondered if she was truly not interested in him. He knew that if he had heard her ex was calling her and she had taken off like he did, then he would have tried all he could to stop her by all means. She did not seem moved at all by his decision to go and do whatever it was with Chole. She stayed professional till the very end, which annoyed him a little.He wondered if it was wise of him to continue clinging to her when she was clear about her feelings; maybe it was time to let go. His thoughts were cut short by the navigation system that was signal
It was the first Saturday in a long time that Ronan had made Noelle work. He wanted to spend time with her, and he knew that if he asked her outright, she was going to refuse. She saw the hidden intention behind his cations but could not call him out. She was going to ignore him and whatever he did with hopes of it going away with time. He was going to get bored and begin to focus on other things; soon he would have to get married and have children, and she did not see herself in any of it."We have been working for a while, so I ordered some Chinese takeout, and it will be here soon. Let's take a break to eat it as soon as it comes," Ronan announced. He had made her sit in his office to work, and she agreed because she wanted to prove to both of them that he did not have any effect on her. At this pace, she might have some free days later in the moment as she was able to finish up some tasks before the deadline, leaving her with little or nothing else to do during the month."Okay, s
“An asshole? Who do you think you are to talk to me like that?” He said, his voice rising in annoyance. “You do not like being called that?” She asked," “Then why on earth do you act like one?” she asked, raising her voice to him. “You were expecting a love story? Is this a book or a movie? You're not a child, and you should grow up,” he replied. “I agree I was a fool for allowing myself to be fooled by you, but you are an asshole for trying to play me. I have invested all I have to try to get married to you. I went to my father because I believed that we shared something great between us, but what did you do? You only saw me as a tool to make your family great. You wanted to be chairman, and I was supposed to be your stepping stone,” she said, tears flowing freely from both eyes. “Did you ever love me?” She asked again. “I just told you that I did; I only approached you because you caught my fancy.” “If I weren't rich, would you have slept with them and then dumped me with no p
Micah squeezed the phone in his hand angrily; his mind could not help but run with ideas as he wondered who it was that had picked up Elara's phone. He had not been sure up until now if he wanted to pursue Elara like his mom said, but somehow the idea of her being with another man sent anger through his body. He had thought somehow that she would end up alone, and he did not know why he thought that.Elara being out with a man at this time meant that she had moved on easily. He sat behind the desk in the ministudy he had crafted for himself. He needed to get work done from home and had changed one of the rooms to that. He swept everything on the table to the floor, everything in glass crashing to the floor with a loud smashing sound."What was that?" Cora asked as she pushed the door open. She was in the room too quickly, as if she were just around the corner. She looked at her son standing over a heap of files and shatter glass. "Don't move," she screamed when he tried to walk away.