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 as
"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
"I am pregnant." Cara looked from Micah to Zara and then jumped up, squealing. "This is good news, fantastic news. Oh my goodness," she held Zara's hand and pulled her up as she hugged her with all of the might she had; having a baby was the best thing to happen to her. Micah sat there stunned; of all he had expected to hear, he did not think that this was what she would say but then something inside of him clicked as he sat there. If Zara was the daughter of the Quinn family and she was getting married before her brother and also having a child before him, then their child was going to be the first grandchild of the Quinn family, meaning that they could be producing an heir. "Micah, aren't you happy?" Cora's voice lured him back into reality. "I am so happy that I do not know how to react," he muttered, still seated in place with disbelief in his mind His mind was spinning as he thought about it. Was this possible? They had been so careful about everything they had done so how wa
Zara looked up at the ceiling with the covers on her body; she turned to him and put her hand over his chest as she traced her name on it. "Why don't you get my name tattooed right here?" she asked in a teasing tone."If I could, I would have gotten it tattooed everywhere," he replied in a serious tone."I think that would turn me on," she said with a wink. She bent down and kissed his face multiple times. "I have to go now," she said and he groaned sadly. "I know right, it is so sad that I have to leave like this every time," she said, standing up, allowing the covers to flow to her waist, leaving her upper part exposed. "I mean, if you wanted to go, then you should have gone without trying to tempt me again," he said, holding her waist and using his tongue to draw up her body. "Coem on Micah, in a few days we would be together forever," she said, holding his head and pulling it away. "But for now, I have to still act like a good child to my parents; otherwise, I might be kicked o
'Pregnant?" Cora stuttered as she snatched the test out of her hand, scrutinising it as if she were hellbent on finding something amiss with it. She could not kick her out now if she was truly pregnant, in truth. "How do we know this is not fake?" she followed up, turning her nose up. She planned to kick her out and get a better wife for her son. She would do whatever it took to make him richer; if she did not, then Eliana and her husband were going to mock her."We three can go to the hospital tomorrow" Zara replied. Unlike before, she seemed confident about going to the hospital for a test."You seem confident and it makes me wonder, if you were pregnant, then why did the test bring back negative earlier?" Cora asked. Micah did not want to be standing there and he wished the living room was big enough for him to slip off without getting noticed."I was going to explain that to you but it seemed like you did not want to listen to it," Zara said, shrugging as if nothing was wrong. "I
Cora had been waiting for Micah to get back; they had not told her about the test results for the pregnancy test they went to do and if the stick test had been inaccurate. He expected her son to come to tell her how it went, but for some reason, he did not, and he found a way to change the topic or escape anytime she brought it up. She had been tired of waiting, so she went to confront Zara, and it did not go well. She wondered why she thought in the first place that anything could go well with Zara."What took you so long?" Cora asked as soon as she opened the door and Micah stepped in."Is something urgent?" Micah asked. He looked more stressed these days than ever."It better be something urgent" he had learned over time that his mother was a bit dramatic about situations."Of course it is; let us talk in my room so we don't have her listening in," Cora added and began to look around."Mom, if it is not as urgent as you say, then I think...""Why on earth wouldn't it be urgent? Ever
Noelle rubbed her hand on her pants; she was glad that she had chosen a black one as opposed to the white one she was considering in the morning. It had been more than a week since she and Ronan spent the night together but her heart skipped a beat every time she saw him now. It had never been news to her that Ronan was a desirable man; even some women would regard him as sexy but she had never seen him that way. He was her boss and it would be wrong for her to do so. Now she felt her heart surge out of her chest every time he came around the corner when he spoke or when she had to walk behind or beside him. She found her mind constantly going back to him no matter how many times she tried to clean up her mind.How could spending just one night with him change her this much? It made absolutely no sense. She watched him smile at the camera, he was taking an interview and she could not tell why her palms were constantly sweating out as she watched him, this was not the first time she h
"What do you think you are doing?" Elara whispered as she stood up, almost clutching her sister's hand in desperation. She could not believe that her sister had picked up the call and was now talking with Ezra. She could not hear what he was saying but could see the expression on her face was all smiles."I will put her on right away," Isla replied. She took the phone off her ears and dropped it in her hand alongside an encouraging smile."What is it?" Elara asked as she took the phone and gently placed it on her ears."Hi, Elara. Good morning, did you sleep well? I am so sorry that I did not send a response immediately last night; something came up and when we see each other in person, I will explain it to you." His words came pouring out of his mouth at once before he stopped to take a deep breath."It is fine," Elara forced herself to say. She could not tell him that she had stayed awake for most of the night trying to fall asleep since he did not respond. She wondered if she was a
Elara stared at her phone; she could not understand why Ezra had not responded. She did not want to make a big deal out of it but she had thought that with the way he was after her, he would have responded immediately. She glanced at the clock and then murmured to herself. "Elara, you are overthinking this." Somehow she could not help herself; she was even shocked that after the heartbreak she had been through just recently, she had thought of the possibility of getting into another one. Was she trying to rebound? She could not help but overthink; had she been too easy? Did she allow him to talk her into it? Was he now thinking it through? She sat on her bed and put her phone on the nightstand. Lying in the bed, she pulled the covers over her body. She had to force herself to sleep even though she knew that her mind would be raging with all kinds of thoughts; she would wish that he would end something for her even if it were some gibberish that made no sense. She lay in bed for a w
"I came here because I can't give up on you," she said. She had drunk the water he put by the bed and felt a bit better. She had been drinking every night since they met Elara at the store because she had no idea what to do. She was the master of scheming and still nothing made sense to her; she had no idea what to do."Even after I have told you countless times that we can't be together?" he asked. He could not understand how she was so hung up on her. "Ezra, you know that I cut off all ties with my family and moved out here with you." "I told you not to do any of that but you insisted. Every decision in this relationship has been taken solely by you" he interjected. He did not want to hear her make it seem as if he asked her to move out there with him and promised her a life only to then change his mind in the end. "But Ezra..." "Olivia-Marie, I gave in to everything you asked of me before now because I thought there was no chance for me but now that I know that there is a way f
Ezra struggled to get her inside and to bed because she kept acting up. She kept on speaking about wanting to get back together. Ezra knew it was impossible but with her state, how could he tell her that he had just gotten back from a date with Elara and she did not stand a chance? If she slept over there, he would tell her in the morning, and maybe they would find a way to end things in the right way and both be out of each other's hair.As soon as he stepped out of the room that he prepared for her, he met his father by the door. "Why did you bring her in here?" he asked without waiting for any pleasantries."She was drunk outside all by herself; I did not want to give her the wrong idea by driving her home," Ezra replied."Mr. Nice Guy, why would you need to drive her home?" Jacob asked, causing Ezra to stare at him in confusion. Was his father suggesting that he leave her out in the open? That would have been too wrong of him to do."Should I have let her out there?""What about c
"I had the best time today," Elara said as they stood before her car door. The driver had hurried down to help her with the door but Ezra had waved him down before he could get to them and the man understood it immediately. He stopped in his tracks and got back in the car."So you are saying that you are glad you came out this evening?" he asked and she smiled, knowing what he was trying to say. \"Thank you, Ezra." She turned to the car and tried to pull it open but his hands hovered over hers and without as much contact as necessary, she felt herself catch a breath. Her hand fell from the handle to her side as she tried to steady her breathing with her hand clutching onto itself by its side. He pulled the door open, very aware of what he had done while choosing to act as if nothing had happened.She mustered together all of the courage she had left and slid into the car quickly. She turned to him and smiled at him while murmuring a light thank you. "Thank you too," he said and then
Elara opened her eyes and she felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. "What are you doing?" he asked again. She could hear the teasing in his voice but she did not know how she was to get herself out of this. She knew that it was all still too weird for her; she had to find a way to get comfortable around him again if they were going to do something like this. "I guess something got into my eyes," she murmured, pretending to close her eyes and rub them gently. That had to be her story; she couldn't tell him that when he leaned into her she thought he was going to kiss her and that was the reason she had her eyes closed. "Do you want me to help you?" he asked and she shook her head. "I got this." "Well, I thought that you reacted that way because I leaned in," he said and she wished he would let it go. "Of course not, I got something in my eyes." That was her story and she was sticking to it to the end, no matter what. "Well, I mean, it would be a bit awkward for you if you t