An hour later, Austin and Orlando were ready for their jam-packed day.
He whipped up a quick breakfast for her and sat her down at the kitchen island."Aren't you eating?" she asked when he placed a plate of scrambled eggs and whole wheat toast in front of her."No," he shook his head, asking from inside the fridge as he scanned the bone-dry shelves, "orange or apple juice?""Apple today, please," said Orlando. "Why aren't you eating, Daddy?""I'm nervous," Austin confessed, pouring the last bit of juice into her small glass. He dumped the empty bottle in the bin. They really had to go food shopping soon."Why?""Moving in with someone is a huge decision, Orly, and to be honest, I'm not sure things will go my way," he replied. Sure, he'd talked a good game in hopes of scaring Marybeth and getting her to give in to his demands. But what if she didn't show up? What if she decided she wanted no part of his insane plan and called his bluff? She sounded confident and damn sure of herself when she spoke to him, affirming the stereotype about redheads being hotheaded within the first few minutes of their conversation.Austin exhaled loudly as he took the empty chair beside his daughter, thinking about the plan weeks in the making. He'd signed tons of business deals in the past. Some legit. And, well, others—no, many of them actually—questionable. But this would be his first time attempting something so radically bold.If he pulled it off…if Marybeth met him at Home Affairs and agreed to be his wife, he'd add one more impossible feat to his already glowing resumé."Daddy, I think Neli's here," Orlando announced when her iPhone 13 Mini blasted out a BTS tune, something about being smooth like butter, on the counter. She checked it, pushed her plate away, and jumped out of her seat.Sure enough, when Austin strolled to the window in the living room to check, a bright yellow Mini Cooper was waiting on the kerb fifteen stories below."Finish your breakfast first," he said when he turned back from the window. But Orlando was already in the living room, slipping into her ballet shoes."Fine, grab your stuff, and I'll walk you down," Austin grumbled when it became clear the scrambled eggs he'd made with so much love had lost their appeal, and there was no way his six-year-old would sit still long enough to finish her breakfast. Not when her best friend was already waiting for her."I can go by myself. I'm a big girl," Orlando announced proudly as she threw on a pink tutu over her matching leotard and flung her backpack over her shoulder."Nice try, Squeak. Even when you're fifty, I'll still walk you down. You know why?" he asked as he picked her up and kissed the top of her head, careful not to disturb her bun. It took them a long time to get it to a state she'd deemed acceptable."Because I'll always be your little girl?""That's right!" Austin tapped her nose and asked, "do you have your change of clothing?""Yep," Orlando nodded."Toothbrush and PJs?""Uh-huh." She sighed impatiently. "Daddy, you helped me pack everything, remember?""Right, of course!" Austin chuckled at her annoyed pout. "Don't forget, Neli's mom will take you guys to the movies after class, and you'll spend the night at their place. I'll pick you up tomorrow, and we'll have lunch with Gramps—""I know, I know!" Orlando fussed in his arms. "Can we go now? I don't want to be late.""Alright, Squeak, are you ready to go on pointe today?""It's too soon, Daddy!" Orlando scolded him. "Ms Gracie says it will take me at least another ten years to go on pointe.""Ms Gracie doesn't know your true potential," Austin told her as he grabbed his phone and checked his wallet, making sure he had his ID card and driver's license.Satisfied he had his life in order, he looked around the open plan living area one more time, cringing at Orlando's clothes and shoes scattered around the living room and last night's empty pizza box on the coffee table.He was fantastic at time management and could hold his own when it came to cooking. But housekeeping was definitely not his strong suit. Marybeth had better move in fast, or he'd have to contact Sweep South or another cleaning service as a last resort. The very thought made him break out in cold sweat. He loathed the idea of strangers snooping around his place. The fewer people he had in his house, the better. It was one of the many reasons he'd decided a wife made far more sense than hiring another housekeeper or nanny. A wife wouldn't leave to move closer to her family when she broke her hip. A wife was permanent and would have all the time in the world for Orlando.While the elevator crept to the ground floor, Orlando kept rattling off all her plans for the day, but she was unbelievably excited for Wednesday's guitar lesson at the Rec Centre."I can't believe Ms Tyson is your special friend!" she gushed for what must have been the millionth time since Austin broke the news to her."Better believe it, Squeak!" He laughed, pretty pleased with his ingenuity. Sure, in a few hours, there was a real chance he'd have to face the firing squad and account for his recklessness. But he'd gladly take his father's wrath and the family's disapproval any day, just to see the look of pure joy on Orlando's face. It was obvious Marybeth held a special place in her heart."Will you come to watch me play?" she asked when the elevator stopped on the sixth floor. A young couple of around sixteen or seventeen sprung in, sticking to each other like glue as they continued their snogfest, never mind that there was a minor in their presence.Austin placed his hands over Orlando's eyes to shield her from their shenanigans, but she wasn't having any of it. She pushed his hands away and glared at him, oblivious to the horny teens in the corner.With an earnestness Austin only ever saw in her eyes, Orlando pleaded as she scrunched her face at him. "Pretty please, Daddy? You've never come to my guitar lessons.""That's because Mrs Allan takes you there.""Mrs Allan isn't here anymore.""Right!" Austin nodded, taken aback by her words. He really had to stop thinking about his former housekeeper in the present tense."So?" Orlando pushed, refusing to let him off the hook without getting some kind of commitment from him.Austin sighed. He hadn't factored in a lot of the stuff that Mrs Allan used to do—like the morning drop-offs and afternoon pick-ups, and ferrying Orlando to all her after-school activities.The past few weeks were a breeze for him, and he managed to fit everything on Orlando's schedule because he took some time off to settle her in after Mrs Allan's exit. But come Monday, he'd be back at work; Royal Lights and Hawthorne Group would require all his focus. He'd never have the time for all five of Orlando's extra murals. But at that moment, as she gazed at him with such hopeful eagerness, he couldn't bring himself to disappoint her. So he gently patted her head, promising he'd make an appearance at the Rec Centre. "Anything for you, Squeak. I'll definitely make a plan.""Thank you, Daddy!" Orlando screeched and flung her arms around his waist, bolting out of the elevator when the doors slid open on the ground floor."Bye. See you tomorrow!" she yelled over her shoulder and skipped off to her friend's car.Austin waited until she was safely strapped in the back, before strolling to one of the five black Maserati SUVs parked in the tree-lined cul-de-sac."Looking snazzy, groom!" Tim said as soon as Austin jumped in the front passenger seat. "You clean up nicely yourself, best man," Austin replied, punching his arm. "I wish I didn't have to," Tim confessed as he shoved a cigarette in his mouth and lit it up. "Your father will kill me for letting you go through with this.""He won't." Austin grinned. "He loves you. We all know you are his favourite."Tim grumbled under his breath between long drags and puffs of his cigarette, "I still don't understand why it had to come to marriage. Other people hire nannies, Austin.""Nannies leave. Wives don't." Austin opened his window and flung his hand out, tapping the side of his door in time to the music drifting through the car. "I'm doing this for Orly.""Yeah, but that poor woman didn't sign up for this life. She doesn't know what she's getting herself into.""That 'poor woman' should have kept her old man on a leash. He's a menace!" Austin retorted, refusing to feel bad for Marybeth and Lio
Marybeth never really thought about her wedding day. No, that was an absolute lie. She had, as a little girl. Back then, she had all kinds of dreams, and many had centred around her prince charming, a fairytale wedding, and a happily ever after, in that order. And thanks to the countless hours she'd spent in front of the TV watching fairytale princesses sail off into the sunset with their golden-haired princes. She had slowly let go of the idea of a fairytale wedding and a happily ever after at eight when her parents' marriage collapsed, and her mom walked out on them. Phoebe Tyson was too pretty and too damn good for this humid town. She didn't sign up for all that 'in sickness and in poverty' bullshit. Her words—not Marybeth's—when she walked out of the front door with her trusty suitcase in one hand and a tattered coat in the other, and never looked back. When her father married Danica, a twenty-four-year-old waitress he met while pulling a con at Royal Lights eight years after h
There weren't many things Marybeth feared. But being left behind and forgotten like she didn't matter was one of them. Another, she realised as she followed a Home Affairs official down a narrow, dimly lit hallway, was being early for a wedding she wasn't keen on. She wanted to kick herself when the clerk left her in a sparsely furnished room, explaining someone would be in shortly to speed things along. Now Austin Hawthorne would have one more reason to be smug when he found her waiting for him, like some desperate bride who couldn't wait to get hitched. Marybeth gingerly sat in one of several dusty chairs arranged around the ancient square table. She spent the next few minutes shifting her gaze between the dreary metal filing cabinet on the opposite wall and the equally sorry-looking credenza next to it, as she mentally went over her lesson plans for the following week.She checked the time, sinking lower in her chair when her wristwatch nicely informed her only three minutes had p
"Thank you for availing yourself at such short notice, Friar John." Austin returned the hug, patting the clergyman on his back. Turning to Marybeth, he held out his hand, "This is my soon-to-be wife, Marybeth Tyson. You have no idea how thrilled I was when she finally agreed to make me the happiest man in Clifton Bay. I tell you, Friar, for a second there, it didn't look good. But thank heavens we managed to iron out all our issues this morning. Isn't that right, Beth?"Marybeth slowly nodded her head, wishing the floor would open and suck her down several levels below hell, because up here on earth, there was no way she'd be able to live down this humiliation.Nothing about the last three minutes made sense.Where was her Austin Hawthorne with his receding hairline and wife-beater vest? Where the hell was the filthy, middle-aged man she planned to hate for the entire twelve months she was bound to him?"Beth?" The smug smile she'd sensed during their call earlier lit up Austin's hand
A little over three months ago, without her knowledge or consent, her father—the one person she loved the most even when he didn't deserve her love—had sold her off to a casino owner like she was nothing. Like she meant nothing to him. It was her mother abandoning her all over again. But this time, Marybeth wasn't a terrified little girl. She was twenty-eight and could make her own decisions.She was such an idiot for making it this far, dressing up in someone's borrowed dress and driving across town. And for what? To give her father more time so he could pay off his debt? A debt that had nothing to do with her."I'm going to the police!" she announced, but her butt remained glued to the seat, her legs refusing to cooperate with her plan of action.Austin laughed, his amusement doing nothing but rile her up even more. "I own the police minister, Beth. In fact, I own part of the government too. So stop overthinking this. I'm not looking for romance. But I do need a companion for my dau
Marybeth's uneasiness must have shown through despite the dazzling smile she wore the whole time Austin's people hovered around her because he came to her rescue before the only other woman in the room could pounce on her."The Home Affairs official is waiting for us," he said as he firmly took her hand and led her out of the room. She was taken aback to see four other men waiting outside the room when they stepped into the hallway."Who are all these people?" she asked Austin."You'll meet them all later. Right now, we have to finish this thing."She nodded. "Right! Let's finish it."When they entered the office, one floor up, Marybeth didn't know what to make of the woman behind the desk, kitted out in Nike gear from head to toe.Sure, her union with Austin wasn't real, not in the traditional sense, at least. But as the marriage officer, couldn't this woman take her job more seriously and dress appropriately like the rest of them? Marybeth, herself, didn't want to be there, but she'
A thin film of sweat covered Marybeth's palms as she gulped back her anxiety. When Austin said she'd meet everyone later, she assumed it would be more like two weeks or even a month from today later.She didn't think it would be so soon. She wasn't ready for this. She wasn't ready for his life. She hadn't even begun to wrap her head around being married to him, let alone the possibility of his involvement in illicit activities.She wasn't an idiot. After their ritual-like ceremony with Friar John, she'd figured Austin belonged to some kind of crime family. But what they dabbled in, or how deep his involvement with the family business was, was still a huge mystery to her. If she had to be honest, though, she wasn't so sure she wanted to know, and she was a little relieved when Google spat out a 'no results' at her when she surreptitiously ran an internet search on him.The only results from her 'Hawthorne family' search were website links to the Hawthorne Foundation and Hawthorne Group
The two men in the front blinked several times in Marybeth's direction when she jumped in beside Austin, giving her appreciative smiles in the rear-view mirror. But they knew better than to speak out of turn, especially in their boss' presence.Nothing would stop Austin from sharing his unnecessary and unwanted opinion, though. "You are beautiful, žena!""Flattery is wasted on me," she muttered, annoyed by the warmth surging through her veins when his appreciative gaze roamed over her form from head to toe, lingering a little too long at the hint of cleavage peeking over her dress.She crossed her arms, huffing as she stared out of her window.Austin laughed, the sound of his amusement rattling the car as he handed her a file. "Here. Read it and familiarise yourself with its contents."Marybeth glanced at the file. "What's this?""Your biggest assignment yet," he announced. "My father will likely ask you all sorts of questions to make sure our relationship is real. You have to pass hi
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