Thank you to everyone still reading Beautiful Disaster. I would love to update daily and connect with you all. But, I've been assigned a time consuming project at work, which leaves me with very little time for writing and editing. I'm hoping June will be a much easier month and I can get back to a somewhat regular schedule. That said, I appreciate all your patience while you wait for new chapters. P.S. I thought the book would be wrapped up by the end of May, but it may only be end of June now or the start of July. But all in all, there aren't that many chapters left. Again, thank you for all your votes and comments. Your support means a lot to me.
As soon as the finance team confirmed they'd received his father's payment, Austin contacted Sienna to fill her in on the latest development for her exposé, promising to send her the corresponding documents ASAP."How far are you with the first draft? How soon can I review it?" he asked.Sienna nicely reminded him it had only been two days since their meeting, and an exposé of such magnitude required time and research."I've done all the research for you! How much more time do you need?""With all due respect. This isn't something we can—" Sienna tried to interrupt, and Austin lost his shit, going off on her."If there's anything I hate, Sienna, it's time wasters!" he growled, pacing his office. "I've given you all the research you need. Now quit dragging your feet and write me that damn exposé. You have a week!"A brief pause on the journo's end followed his demands, and Austin assumed they were in agreement. So he cut the call and threw the burner phone in his messenger bag just as E
Austin followed Lionel out of the house, pulled out a cigarette, and sat on the flimsy steps."May I?" Lionel asked, pointing at the pack beside Austin as he joined him, the rotting wood grumbling under their combined weight."Are you allowed to smoke?""The only good thing about dying is that I'm allowed to do anything I want," Lionel smiled, and Austin couldn't help but like him a little. Anyone accepting death with as much grace as his father-in-law displayed was worth liking."How long do you have?" he asked, handing him the cigarettes and his Zippo."I told you I don't know," Lionel replied, fumbling with the lighter."The doctor must have told you something.""It could be a year, three months or a week," Lionel said. "He wanted to run extensive tests, but I felt it was a waste of money.""Do you want to live? Because if you do, I'm sure we can make a plan," Austin said, giving him a sidelong glance through the thick haze of smoke."I think I've lived," Lionel said, stuffing the c
The two hours after Marybeth's unplanned lunch meeting with Estelle seemed to go by slowly. Once or twice, she glanced at the clock at the back of her classroom, wishing the minutes would tick by faster.She wasn't looking forward to the camping trip, but after her hellish week, she'd brave mosquitoes and good old country air. So as soon as the final bell rang at 2:00 PM, she grabbed her handbag and laptop, locked her classroom and headed out, stumped to see Austin hadn't arrived yet. He was always on time. So she grabbed her cell phone from her handbag and texted him, checking where he was.'Lost track of time. On my way,' he responded.Fifteen minutes later, he drove in, blaring his hooter and flashing his headlights at her.Marybeth dashed to the car, expecting to find Orlando and Anna in the back seat, but she was pleasantly surprised and somewhat confused when she saw her father and Danica instead."What's going on?" she asked as soon as she jumped in beside Austin in the front. "
They cruised through the nearly-deserted streets for a few more minutes, taking in the sights before they left the town square and got on a lonely stretch of dirt road that took them further away from civilisation the longer they drove.Marybeth stared in wonder at the natural beauty of the mountains and valleys surrounding them, and as the road narrowed and the trees and foliage grew denser, she couldn't help but notice how isolated they were."We're here," said Austin a few quick turns later as they drove into a cosy campsite surrounded by tall pine trees, where his men were already hard at work, pitching up their tents."Daddy! Marybeth!" Orlando squealed and dropped her tools as soon as she saw them, running to their car like her life depended on it. She almost lost her mind when she saw Lionel and Danica.Marybeth couldn't stop smiling as she watched her father scoop her up in his arms and twirl her in the air, giving in to her demands when she screamed, "Do it again!"Austin remo
It was unbearably hot when Marybeth opened her eyes again, with bright sunlight flooding the tent. Positive she'd slept the entire day away, she gingerly reached for her phone to check the time. She smiled with relief when she saw it was just after 9:00 AM and quickly threw on her jeans and Austin's t-shirt before stepping into the blistering hot morning."Morning Sweet Pea," her father called out to her from the campfire. "Slept well?""Unbelievably so," replied Marybeth as she swatted a mosquito buzzing too close to her face."Where's Austin?" she asked, roaming her gaze through the campsite, her eyes falling on her handlers sipping coffee near the stream. She waved, and they did the same, almost blinding her with their smiles."He took Orlando fishing," said Danica, appearing beside Marybeth with a bowl of cereal. "You missed breakfast," she added, handing the bowl to her.Marybeth took it and joined her father but couldn't bring herself to eat the All-Bran flakes. She gagged a litt
Orlando was a busy bee, helping Anna grill fish over the open flame when Marybeth and her little group finally returned to camp."Marybeth, come see what we caught," she chirped excitedly when she saw them."What did you catch, Orly?" Marybeth asked, glancing at their loot sizzling over the fire."I don't know what it's called, but we can eat it!""Impressive, Orly!" Marybeth said. "And you caught it yourself?""Grandma De Jager helped me," Orlando announced, beaming up at Marybeth."It's Grandma, Orly," Anna reminded her. "Grandma De Jager sounds so formal.""Right," said Orlando absently, her attention on their meal."Where's your father?" Marybeth asked, but Anna responded, pointing at Austin pacing up and down near a grove of trees, his cell phone glued to his ear."He's been on the phone since we came back.""With who?"Anna shrugged. "Work, I guess.""And he promised me he wouldn't work this weekend," Orlando chimed in, her rosy lips forming a perfect pout as she rummaged through
The walk back to their camp felt unusually long, and Marybeth knew it had everything to do with the tension simmering between them.Austin was the first to break the silence, though, asking her about Adeline and her siblings.Marybeth filled him in, giving him just enough to answer his questions."Will they be fine?" he pressed, and Marybeth sighed and closed her eyes, suppressing her anger as she pressed her lips together. The last thing she wanted to talk about was her pupil."Smith and the social worker seem to think so," she replied, opening her eyes again."You know…we could foster Adeline—" Austin began, his words trailing off at the sounds of crunching leaves, followed by twigs snapping as if someone had stepped on the dry brush.Marybeth couldn't tell which direction the sounds were coming from because of the little hills and tall trees surrounding them. But it sounded very close.She turned to see Austin holding his index finger over his lips, silently telling her to stay quie
Austin was still pacing near the stream, trying to calm down with a cigarette, when Benji drifted over with an update, "Anna remembered something; кума got her to talk.""What did she say?" he asked, looking away from the cloud of smoke floating above his head."Blake. He's the only other person she told about the trip."Austin was struck speechless, and when he still couldn't articulate his thoughts after a moment, or two had passed, he began walking along the riverbank."How do you want to proceed?" Benji asked, falling into step with him. "If he is behind this, we need to rein him in ASAP—""He's not!" Austin cut in sharply as they paused in front of a huge boulder. "I know my brother. He doesn't have the balls to pull this shit off.""Or maybe you're underestimating him, and that's what he's banking on," Benji suggested as he sat on the rock and stared at Austin. "Think about it. Who else has an axe to grind with you?"Off the top of his head, Austin could think of several people w
Rock Castle was a breath of fresh air in many ways for Austin and Marybeth. Once they'd put down their roots, they embraced their new life, immersing themselves in the community and the social scene.When they were not entertaining or attending various social events, Austin focused all his energy on growing Stardust Inc. while fulfilling his duties as a board member of De Jager Inc. and Orlando's proxy.Marybeth, too, kept herself busy with various home improvement projects, including setting up the baby's nursery. She also joined the PTA at Green Meadows Primary, championing a few fundraisers. As if she wasn't already busy enough, Lukas low-key began sending her Foundation documents to review, mostly company policies and NPO funding applications. Never mind that she'd had zero orientation since she was only supposed to start the following year.She was so busy embracing her new life as a stay-at-home mom and the Foundation's silent CEO she didn't have time to miss her old job. And tim
Austin left Clifton Bay under a heavy cloud of complex family dynamics, his departure shrouded in controversy. But Rock Castle welcomed him with open arms. The people close to him didn't care at all about the drama and scandals he'd been embroiled in over the past few months. They were just happy to have him in the same city with them, and it didn't take long at all for Eden and Natalie to reach out to Marybeth and take her under their wing, acting as her free tour guides, pregnancy encyclopedias or sounding boards.Completely sold by their raving reviews of Dr Emily Waylon, they set up an appointment, immediately falling in love with her bedside manner on their first check-up. She was attentive, not to mention patient, answering their endless questions with a comforting calmness.Orlando and Adeline couldn't contain their joy when they broke the news about the baby that evening. Marybeth's tummy had gotten so big they could no longer hold off on telling them."Is it a boy or a girl?"
The whole time Austin scoffed down his food, he noticed Marybeth wasn't eating, absently toying with her salad. His heart shattered all over again because he knew he was responsible for her lack of appetite and dramatic weight loss."Mr Hawthorne, can we talk, please?" Elizabeth appeared beside him, stealing his attention away from his wife."Sure, let's chat inside," he replied, leading her into his study."Long time no see," he said with a smile as he sat on the edge of his desk. "You look happy and younger, too.""Traveling will do that to you," she replied, flashing a brief smile that Austin found a tad unsettling because it was so unlike her. She was always stoic."So that's what you've been up to since I left the Group?"She nodded. "The place wasn't the same without you, so I left. And that's why I'm here. I want my old job back. If you'll have me, that is.""You'll have to take a pay cut," Austin said. "I'm starting from scratch, Elizabeth, so I don't have a ton of cash flow—"
Barry De Villiers was at Sea Point Police Station at 9:00 AM for Austin's release, and after completing a ton of paperwork, they were finally out of there by 11:00 AM.Austin didn't talk much on their way to Pelican Surf, lost in thought and the scenery. It was like he was seeing everything for the first time. The sun on his skin, the wind in his hair, the light glaring in his eyes…it all felt different, somehow."So, what's the first thing you'll do when you get home?" Barry asked."Hug my wife and kids until they get annoyed with me," Austin replied with the biggest smile. "Maybe eat a nice home-cooked meal...Don't get me wrong, I appreciate all the takeaways you got me, but nothing beats my wife's cooking!"Barry guffawed, throwing his head back. "Okay. What else?""Mhh, I think a nice long shower is in order, too," Austin said, sniffing himself, making sure he didn't smell like something out of a garbage can."You don't stink," Barry assured him."I know," Austin chuckled. "Just ma
Austin's altercation with another prisoner was the last straw for Marybeth, the thing that pushed her beyond her limit and sent her over the cliff.He'd asked her to hang in there for a few more days, but the thought of him getting into another fight or possibly getting killed terrified her. The stalemate with his father would only get deadlier the longer he remained in custody. Something had to be done to bring him home, and it had to be done fast. So she called Lukas, begging him to end all the madness. But, he wasn't interested in hearing her out, telling her coldly that he was too busy picking up Austin's slack—running the family and The Corporation—to worry about her fears.Marybeth's desperation got so bad that she reached out to the one person she swore she'd never ask for help. Her mom.They met at a sleepy coffee shop in Virginia after Anna and Willem's joint funeral.As usual, Vivienne was dressed to the nines, dripping head to toe in designer labels despite the sombre occasi
That night, Austin couldn't bring himself to eat the takeaway Barry had brought him. How could he when his heart was in pieces?A thousand kilometres away, Willem Dejager had no appetite issues. In fact, after Maryke's death and his fallout with The Corporation, his appetite had improved, and the insomnia that had plagued him for years since Iris died had miraculously vanished. If he'd known revenge would cure all his ailments, he would have joined forces with Austin much sooner.He was still furious with him for going back on his word on Maryke. But seeing Lukas so broken, now that he didn't have an heir, more than made up for Austin's betrayal.Yes, things had gotten messy over the past few weeks, but they would only get even more chaotic once he sent the ledger to the cops. He just hadn't found someone he could trust yet. His old contact at the station—the man who'd finally given him the unredacted file on his daughter—had been recently placed on administrative leave, and Willem was
Swarms of reporters were waiting outside Sea Point's police station when Austin was dragged out of Gordon and Peterson's car. They mobbed him as soon as they saw him, pushing their cameras and microphones in his face, screaming for answers. The whole thing reeked of a badly organised PR stunt, and when Gordon and Peterson made no attempt to protect Austin from the crowd, even though it was their job, he began to think one or both of them had tipped the media off. Why wouldn't they, when they had finally taken down a member of the Hawthorne crime family? Never mind that Austin didn't belong to said crime family anymore. Never mind that they didn't have evidence to back up their charges. But who needed evidence? As far as they were concerned, this was huge, and if they miraculously managed to get the charges to stick, sending him away for twenty-five to life would be a huge career move for both of them. So parading him in front of the vultures was totally in their best interest, walking
"I'm fine. Vivienne was just leaving," Marybeth nodded, grateful for the interruption; she couldn't handle any more threats from her mom."Yep, I'm on my way out," Vivienne affirmed, spinning around and making her grand exit. She turned back, calling over her shoulder, "Beautiful service, by the way. But I'm not sure if Lionel was worthy of it!""You!" Marybeth shook her fist at her, ready to go after her, but Austin pulled her back by her waist, reminding her people were watching."She's not worth your energy," he said, rubbing her back to soothe her. "What did she want anyway?""To see if there's anything she could do for me," Marybeth replied, shooting daggers at Vivienne's back as she vanished into the crowd of mourners. "And to warn you.""Warn me?" Austin asked, massaging her nape. "What for?""She said to tell you to 'wake the fuck up and fix things with your father'; her words, not mine. Apparently, there's chatter.""What kind of chatter?""I don't know," Marybeth admitted. "B
Nothing good ever happens after 1:00 AM.And no one ever calls with good news after 1:00 AM.But it was her father. Marybeth couldn't ignore him. So she hit answer and braced herself for the worst."Sweet Pea," he said, sounding awfully cheerful, considering how late it was."Daddy, what's going on?""I know it's late," he said, pausing briefly before he got to the heart of his call. "And I know we planned a road trip to Still Bay in a few weeks. But is there a way we can move it forward?""Forward?" Marybeth asked, confused by the proposal."Yeah, can we go today? I suddenly have this urge to see the sunrise. And you know how beautiful Still Bay's sunrises are."Understanding what her heart refused to accept, Marybeth's mind made all the decisions for her from that moment onward."Of course, Daddy. Let me grab a few things, and I'll be there in an hour," she told him before hanging up.She shot out of bed like a lightning bolt, threw on a lightweight tracksuit and sneakers, grabbed a