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 house because she had believed his lies and depended on him as the sole provider of the house. She was taught otherwise by her dad, but it made her wonder if she was really in need of so much romance that she had to believe that he was always doing the best for her.She was standing by the door with everything she was able to identify as hers firmly and neatly stuffed into her box. She had called her brother to pick her up but to send one of the drivers. She did not need to make his name appear on the news to be seen with her. He was already on his path to having a good thing with Chole Prescott, so she was not going to help him ruin it with her own troubles.
Ronan had told her that she was giving him one of the best gifts ever by deciding to come back home and that their parents would be so happy to see them. She dropped her key on the small coffee table in the middle of the living room and walked out the door. She sat on the front porch of the house as she waited for the driver to pull up and pick her up.
A car pulled up in front of her, and she wished that she had gone from there before he showed up because now all she could think about was how well she could fight him. All that clouded her mind was the urge to land multiple slaps across his face. He could barely feel any emotional pain since he was not human, but maybe he would be able to feel physical pain if she slapped him.
"Don't bother with me; I am just waiting on my ride," she murmured when he stopped in front of her. She looked to see if Zara was with him and decided that he must have probably dropped her off.
"Elara, I want you to know that I did not want this to end up like this."
"How did you want it to end up? Was your plan to keep me as a backup and see if things went well between you and that?" Elara swallowed the words that came to mind because she was sure that he would not like to hear her call his future wife any of those words.
"I was going to end things with you beautifully, but..." she cut him off with a cackle, wiped the corner of her eyes, and tilted her head.
"Beautifully?"
"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, it really is you!" Isla squealed from the door as soon as the driver opened the car door for Elara, and she stepped down. "You are here." Elara's family had not seen her in three years; even though she constantly saw her parents and brother in the news, she had not seen Isla, who was still being protected. Even though she had not had contact with her family for that long, she made sure to always find a way to talk to them without the meet-up. Elara was grateful to her sister, who was now running to her; if Isla had not reached out to tell her that her boyfriend was going around town partying with another woman, she would not have known that she was being cheated on. "Oh, how I’ve missed you," Isla said, squeezing her sister in a hug. Isla was very expressive with all of her actions, so the hug did not come as a surprise to her at all. "I have missed you as well," Elara replied, squeezing her back. "I do not think I would believe that," Isla said, taking her head back and n
"What is this?" Elliot asked. Elara walked towards them; she stopped suddenly as if she were trying to inspect them. Her parents were the reason she went so far and wide in search of love. They constantly showed them that it was possible; even though they had been together for almost thirty years, they still acted like young people in their honeymoon phase. "Are you here for real, or is my mind playing tricks on me because I miss you so much?" Clara asked. She turned to her husband, and sure enough, the expression on his face made her know that she was the only one seeing their daughter standing by the door. "She is really here, right?" she asked in a higher pitch than normal. "She is," Elliot nodded. Before he could say anything more, Clara was out of sight, her hands wrapped around her daughter, squeezing her tightly. "Oh my goodness!" she let out in a huff. "It is real," she said with her eyes closed as if she had to shut off one of her senses so she could enjoy the hug to the f
"Oh my god!" Isla exclaimed as they sat on the bed. She had exclaimed at least ten times since they had arrived, and they had been in there for barely five minutes."If I had a million dollars for each time you exclaimed, guess who would be buying a new car?" Elara said, and her sister laughed. "Still very sarcastic and quirky, huh?" Isla said and Elara laughed.Her heart ached, but she laughed; she was not sure if she was to be laughing at all; she had just gotten cheated on by Micah and left after she thought they were going to have a family together."You know it's okay to cry, right?" Isla said after a brief moment of silence."Cry? What do you mean by cry? Why would I cry?" "Your eyes are heavy like the clouds on a rainy day, and your lips are trembling as if they are ready to make a sound, yet you want to act tough and not cry?" Isla said.Elara could only blame her parents for making her and her siblings so knitted together. Why was her sister walking in her head even though
THE NEXT DAY"Where have you been? You are always sneaking in and out of the house as you wish these days," Sarah said as her daughter sat by the table. "What do you mean by sneaking?" Zara asked, running her hand through her hair in annoyance. "What time did you get back yesterday?" Sarah asked."Can you get off the girl's back?" Carlos asked as he strolled into the tiny kitchen and sat beside her. "Are you asking me to get off my daughter's back? Whose back should I then get on?" Sarah asked, dropping two plates to their front, both plates making a loud sound as they dropped to the table. "Should I go out to train other children?" she asked, going back to the stovetop to pick up her own plates. "Is this all we have for breakfast?" Carlos asked, looking down at scrambled eggs in front of him. "If you earned a bit more, then maybe we might have a bit more to eat," she said in spite. "What was that?" Carlos asked, his eyebrows going up. "Mom, why are you trying your best to pick
"Get me on the phone with Ms. Clark," Ezra said as he strolled into the officer. Mary, his assistant, looked up and stumbled to her feet, slamming her knees into the edge of the table. She bent over, holding her knees as she winced in pain. She took a sharp breath, feeling it fill her lungs with air as she tried to stand up. She was not sure if her ears had heard well or if her boss was asking her to get in touch with his fiance for him. "Mr. Thatcher?" she asked, standing up to follow him. "Mary, are you going to get her on the phone or not?" he asked, taking off his coat and sliding into his chair. "If I may, sir, I would love to stay out of the drama this time," she said, moving closer to the table. She still felt scrawled by his former request and how it had ended up. Olivia Marie, who was his wife-to-be, was not pleased with her, and funny how she was the one who took all of the heat. "Are you disobeying me?" Ezra asked, holding to the edge of the table and pulling his chair
“Come on, Olivia, you can't be like this,” Ezra let out, frustrated. He was wrong, but she might be blowing it out of proportion. “Don't be like that. How else do you want me to be?” she sneered. He cleared his throat and stood up as he began pacing the entire floor. “I am sorry about how it turned out; I am just not ready to...” "Ezra, we are getting married in three months; when are you going to finally be ready to show the world that we are together?” she asked, taking a deep breath. “Olivia…”“It is Olivia-Marie and you would address me as such.” "Olivia-Marie,” he took a deep breath. He had no excuse after standing her up. She had planned this entire engagement party for them so that he could meet her friends and some other people, but he was not interested in doing that yet. “Are you still waiting? Are you still hoping?” she asked, piercing through his thoughts. “Still waiting?” he asked his mind, trying to decipher what she meant. “Are you still waiting for her? The wom
"I have been curious to know." "Mom, not now," Isla said. They were at the table ready for breakfast, Elliot and Ronan had left beforehand to get to work so they were left with only the ladies and Isla knew her mom was going to ask her sister about what happened that made her return home. Clara was glad to see her daughter, but she wanted to know why she was suddenly home after going without contact for three years. "I know you are curious, and I would tell you, but can I first eat this delicious rice meal?" She looked up at her mom. Clara nodded and wondered if her daughter had been starved of good meals since she left the house. "Have you not been eating well?" she asked, and her daughter smiled at her and shook her head. "Mom, I have been eating very well, so you do not need to worry." Clara made a sound at the back of her throat; it was obvious she was not impressed by the answer that her daughter had given her. "Aren't you going to eat?" Elara asked, looking up at her
"My hair? I should dye my hair blonde?" Chole asked, standing still in the middle of the room."Yes, I like my women with blonde hair," he said, and she coughed. She did not know what she was doing, but she knew she had to push through. She did not even know this stranger's name, yet she was about to alter her looks for him. "We are getting married, so I am sure a little dye wouldn't hurt anyone," he said, getting comfortable like he had done earlier."Are you going to stay?" she asked as he took a magazine out of the stack. She was glad that luck had shone on her and made sure she was the only one in the salon at that time so no other person would see how pathetic she was now."Of course, we still have a date to attend," he replied, flipping through the magazine. He raised his head to the salon attendant who had gotten up to attend to them. She stood there, still shocked at the situation and with the way she looked at Chole, Chole knew that she would jump to help if she cried that sh
Chole had taken the advice of the girl at the store and gotten a two-piece tweed; she had said that it was perfect for first dates and meetings, as it gave the wearer some kind of fair skin and made them look like a doll. She knew that no matter how smart she was, the reason this man was looking to marry someone from abroad was that he wanted a doll. Not someone who supposedly knew too much or spoke too much, but someone who would look good while being silent by his side. She already had the good looks; all she needed to do was be a doll."Reservation under Mr Lewis?" she said as she stood by the desk of the restaurant. She did not know who picked the place for meeting but the person had good taste. The girl looked up at her, pressed her lips together in recognition nodded before turning out of the cubicle she was in."Follow me," she said. Chole did not mind the treatment; she smiled and walked with the girl, trying to keep the smile on her face as she walked by. "He is not yet here
"You caused this, so you have to do something about this." Chole had explained all that had happened to her father and he seemed calm. She thought he would throw a fit but he just stayed in his seat and declared that she had to take responsibility. He did not seem adamant that she must get together with Ronan again, which made her realise that he must have a plan."Something like what? What do you want me to do?" Chole looked at her father, and it was obvious that he was serious. "How do you want me to fix it? If you tell me, then I would do all in my power to make sure that it is done," she added.Alfie looked at her; he wondered where exactly he had gone wrong. When Ronan approached them and asked if he could marry her, he was elated because he knew what that meant for his name and company, so he did not expect that his daughter would throw away the opportunity so easily. He thought he was being a good father to her all this while but in reality he has spoilt her silly.Chole just b
She fumbled with the keys as she was unable to concentrate with Ronan breathing down her neck. He held her hand and helped her unlock the door. As soon as they were inside, she turned to him and pulled him down, capturing his lips with hers. He reciprocated immediately, kissing and exploring her mouth. She leapt, and he caught her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he supported her with his hands under her. He walked into the house, not leaving her mouth.They pulled apart, and she held his face. "Took you long enough," she murmured, and he was about to respond when she kissed him again. Her fingers trailed his face gently; she pulled away and looked into his darkened eyes. "You have to go all in," she whispered in a commanding tone. Before he could think of responding, she was already taking off his jacket.She jumped down and helped him till he was standing there with all the buttons of his shirt hanging loose. He pushed the strap of her dress until it hung low on her arm.
Ronan stopped in front of them both. He tried to stay more to the side of Noelle to make sure that Chole did not get the wrong idea. "Is everything okay here?" he asked."Chole here says that you are going to be leaving me for her," Noelle said without thinking twice about it."What? When did I...""Are you saying I'm lying and you did not say that?" Noelle cut her off before she could act all innocent. "Then shall I play the recording of our conversation from earlier?" Noelle had no recording, but she knew that Chole would want to be the saint in the eyes of Ronan, so she would cower in fear."You recorded our conversation?" she asked, biting her bottom lip in fear. The expression on her face was enough to implicate her. Ronan could sense the fear as well. "Well, seeing that I was trying to have a mature conversation with you, but all you cared about was being the pick-me girl, I guess I would have to leave." Chole knew that all she had said now made no sense, but she had to say some
Noelle stood up from where she had been sitting all evening. It was almost midnight, and she did not see the need to still be out that long. She knew it was going to be difficult for her to see Ronan tonight, and she had forced herself to come to terms with it. She could go to the mansion to see him first thing the next morning before she met with Celeste. Over time, she became more comfortable with Ronan and his family. The Quinn family accepted her, which made her a bit delusional that she was from a well-to-do family. As much as she tried to ignore the feeling in her heart, she still thought that he would leave her in a heartbeat if he found a better fit for himself.She stopped behind him and poked his shoulders lightly. He looked back at her and smiled. "A moment," he whispered before turning back to the crowd in front of him. He wrapped up with them quickly, and they all understood after seeing her stand there. Their relationship was no longer a secret to the public, and after R
A FEW WEEKS LATERAfter all the madness had died down and both Cora and Micah had been charged in court and sentenced by the law. Mixah was sentenced to ten years in prison for drugging and aiding in kidnapping. Even though everyone knew that he had nothing to do with it, they couldn't find proof that he was not a part of it, and he confessed, so he was charged accordingly. Cora, on the other hand, was sentenced to seven years for kidnapping.It was finally the day when Ronan would be introduced as the new chairman, Isla would be given a role in the company and Elara would be promoted to vice chairman. Elliot was a bit giddy about it. It felt surreal that so soon his children were all grown and he did not have to pick up after them again.The evening started slowly with soft music blasting the auditorium. Everyone high and powerful was present. Finally, after a while, Elliot got up to the stage; he knew that once he spoke, that would be all and then everyone would get to socialising an
"At least we finally found her. I am so happy about that," Noelle said as she brought a cup of water for Ronan, who was sitting in the living room. It had been a crazy week for all of them, and they had not really had time to be together. Ronan had made his way to the hospital, and after he made sure that Elara was fine, he came straight to see Noelle. "I am glad too," he said, taking the glass from her hand with his fingertips slightly brushing against the back of her hand. She jerked away as if she had been scalded with something burning hot. He shifted the glass from one hand to the other and held her hand before she could sit down. "What was that reaction?" he asked with his eyebrows going to the top of his head. "What reaction? Nothing," she murmured as she tried to control the swirling of butterflies that had taken over her stomach from the contact. She cleared her throat and tried to avoid his eyes, but he noticed that something was off. "Did I do something wrong? Are you m
Elara's eyes fluttered open as she began to adjust to reality. She had been so scared about being kidnapped, but she tried her best to act brave all through. She looked around the hospital room as far as her eyes could carry her, and they landed on her mother by her side. She thought that the nightmare would never end, but she was glad that it did. She saw her mom's body rise and fall gently, and she wanted to try not to wake her up. The kidnappers were not as bad as everyone thought, but then she could not trust them, seeing how badly they dragged her there. She had refused any meal they had given her and only relied on water because she was somehow convinced they could not poison the water. As she tried to take the covers off, her mother stirred and sat up, scanning the entire room. "Elara?" she murmured as she stood up and stood beside her bed. "You are awake," she said, hugging her daughter gently. Clara had been so worried that she had gone out three times in the night to ask w