"Why?" Austin stammered, bewildered out of his mind. Anna crossed her legs and linked her hands as she filled him in, "Iris didn't trust Jaco. Though she loved her father, she didn't trust him either. She felt he was blinded by his nephew. Do you have a cigarette?"Austin had plenty. He reached inside his drawer, pulled out a sealed box from the carton, and threw it at her.She caught it and ripped through the plastic film, indicating with a snap of her fingers she needed a lighter too.Austin threw her a matchbox. No way he'd give her his Zippo."Anyway," Anna continued as she lit a cigarette. "Iris was worried it was only a matter of time before Willem handed everything over to Jaco. So she gave me power of attorney over her affairs.""Do you know what she was working on before she died?" Austin asked.Anna narrowed her eyes at him through the haze of smoke as she sat up straight, "Working on? What do you mean?"Austin was tempted to tell her about the journals. But it was too soon
Marybeth looked up from her hands when the door opened, and Austin stepped inside. "Just so you know, I won't sign it!" he announced, banging the door shut behind him."Sign what?" she asked, shifting her weight on the bed."The divorce agreement!" Austin replied. "That's what you want to talk about, right?" Marybeth pinched her nose, sighing softly. When would the day's fuckery end? She wondered as she stared at the ceiling and bit the inside of her cheek to stop a blood-curdling scream from shooting through her lips. She was so tired, even down to the very fabric of her soul, she refused to expend any more energy. Especially where Austin was concerned. So she let him rant for a while, affirming his commitment to her. "I love you, žena! I love you with every breath in me. I love you with every fibre of my soul," Austin ranted away, and Marybeth just stared at him, her mouth slack, wondering what had gotten into him. But she'd be lying if she said his sweet words didn't fill her w
A cup of chamomile tea awaited Marybeth when she returned to the bedroom after her long shower. She quickly changed into a lounge set and had just settled under the covers when Austin came in and sat beside her."Žena," he began, handing her the mug. "About the baby…""Yes," Marybeth prodded him when his voice trailed off. "What about the baby?""Can we wait a while before we share the news with everyone?" he asked, looking so unsure it was almost as if he expected her to dismiss his request. So when she readily agreed, he seemed genuinely surprised. "It's just that I'm terrified my father, Blake, or worse, someone in The Corporation might try something stupid—""Whoa!" Marybeth screeched, alarm bells going off. "What do you mean your father or Blake might try something stupid?"What in the holy world had she gotten herself into? She wondered as she placed the cup on the bedside stand. Sure, Lukas was unhinged, Blake was a wild card, and she didn't trust The Corporation, but the idea
"What do you mean she's your mom?" Austin asked, clearly rattled by her bombshell announcement as he paced back and forth in front of the bed. Marybeth wished he'd just stop; watching him was making her dizzy."Beth?" he prompted, glancing at her over his shoulder."I don't know how else to say it, Austin, but she's my mom.""Where did you get this information from?""My father.""Your father!" Austin scoffed. "The same man who's conned hundreds of people—""Hey, he's my father!" Marybeth said sharply. "Watch how you speak of him!""I'm sorry. But Beth, come on. I don't see how Phoebe Tyson and Vivienne Lume are the same person.""I don't see it either," she admitted. "But my father gave me a business card with her details and told me she wants to see me. I have no interest in seeing her, though. I mean, why should I? She went through great pains to reinvent herself and start a new life in Rock Castle. She probably has another family. I honestly don't see what good would come from our
If Marybeth's eyes didn't pop out of their sockets at that moment, she didn't think they ever would. To say she was floored by Austin's announcement was an understatement."What do you mean she'll be at the welcome ball?" she asked, hating her suddenly shrill voice."Beth!" Austin said firmly, taking her hands in his to calm her down. "She's an acquaintance.""I don't care what she is; I don't want to see her. I'm not ready to see her.""She's already RSVPd—""Tell your aunt to scrap her off the guest list."Austin's phone vibrating in the main room put an end to their discussion before he could agree to her request. He went to get it, returning a second later."Beth?" he said from the doorway, waving his phone at her. "I have a meeting with my bankers and the accounting firm. They're on their way up as we speak."A still dazed Marybeth could only nod as she watched him lock up his secret room before following him to the kitchen. A moment later, the front doorbell rang, and Austin invi
The meeting with the bankers and accounting firm went on longer than Austin had anticipated, and by the time he saw his team off and headed to bed, Marybeth was fast asleep.He took Orlando to her room, tucked her in, and did a quick security sweep of the house before turning in for the night.He was almost drifting off when his phone screeched on the nightstand. He grabbed it quickly and left the room, careful not to wake Marybeth as he shut the door."This had better be fucking good! Do you know what time it is?" he snarled into the phone as soon as he hit the answer button. Piper was the last person he expected to hear from; he assumed she'd deal directly with his handlers."The cop is awake," she informed him."When did he come to?" Austin asked, relief sweeping through his body as he sank onto the coffee table in the living room."About an hour ago. His room is still under lockdown, but my colleagues said he'll be okay.""I need more than that—""I'm sorry," Piper cut in quickly,
As soon as Marybeth hung up from Austin, she locked away her stuff in her cabinet and rushed to the staff room; she didn't want to risk another run-in with Smith.A bright-eyed and bushy-tailed Scarlett was waiting for her with two cups of Rooibos tea. Marybeth gladly took hers; it was one of the few things she could still have in the mornings without feeling an incredible urge to puke."What the hell happened to your phone?" Scarlett asked as soon as they'd secured seats in the corner of the room.Marybeth made up a vague excuse, citing security protocols."Better you than me," Scarlett whispered. "I don't think I could marry into a mafia family.""Scar!" Marybeth said sharply as she texted her from her new number. "Watch what you say. You know the walls here have eyes and ears.""Fine!" Scarlett grumbled. Almost as an afterthought, she added, "You look like shit. Bad night?"Marybeth began to shake her head but quickly changed her mind, convinced if she didn't tell anyone about the c
Marybeth's confusion was cleared up as soon as she entered the staff room, and Estelle explained they had a bit of a family emergency."What emergency?" Marybeth asked, panic rising in her throat. "Is it Orlando? Did something happen to her at school?""Is there a place where we can talk privately?" asked Estelle when she noticed Scarlett hovering nearby.Worried sick to her stomach, Marybeth quickly nodded, "Sure, let's go."Six minutes later, Estelle's driver stopped in front of Jimmy's, and they stepped out into the scorching midday heat.Estelle covered her eyes with her hand as she narrowed her gaze at the gaudy shop sign."What is this place?" she asked as they headed inside the fish and chips joint.The whole time they waded through the packed cafe buzzing with hungry cops and tired nurses, Estelle wrinkled her nose in disgust, and when Marybeth sat down in the corner booth near the restrooms and gestured at her to take a seat, she visibly shuddered."What is this place?" she as