BENEATH THE FACADE
Behind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits. CHAPTER 4 Emily's POV: As he stood by the door, his hands holding the tray suddenly lost their grip. The plates crashed to the floor, shattering into pieces. The sound of broken ceramics filled the air, echoing off the walls of my room. “Emily, did you say something?,” My father asked as he approached me, ignoring the broken plates. “Father, I said I won't be marrying Billionaire Ethan Kingston” I repeated loud and clear this time around. “Emily, you would do no such thing”, he said, his tone rising, laced with a mix of anger, shock and desperation. His eyes widened with alarm “All my life, Emily, all, did I give up for you”, he continued, backing me now. “I gave up my dreams, my goal, everything” My anger had been simmering, waiting to boil over I didn't wait to hear the last of it before giving him a reply. “You did everything you ever did for yourself, not for me in particular,” I shouted angrily before breaking down into tears. “Don't make this about me. Don't drag me into your mess, fix it!” I retorted. “Emilyyy!” he screamed as he raised his hands to hit me but was suddenly restrained, and took a step backward. The air seemed to vibrate with tension as he echoed the words, “Emily watch it”, he continued, wading his index finger at me “What did I ever ask for in return?” “Nothing, and now I ask one simple task of you, to marry Billionaire Ethan Kingston, for your own good, and you refuse” he continued screaming at the top of his voice. He made for the door now. I expected him to leave the room but instead he bent to the floor, picked up a piece of the broken plate and began inflicting injury on himself. He had hurt me but I couldn't watch him hurt himself, so I got up immediately to stop him. “Father, enough, it's enough” I said, struggling to collect the piece from his hand. In the process, I cut myself too and we were both bleeding now. “Emily, it's just for the love I have for you. I can't watch you continue suffering. You deserve better” “And how sure are you he'd treat me any better?”, the tears I had fought hard to resist, now came rushing like a torrent. “Father, I'd do it”, I said “Thank you Emily, it's for the best” he said but I cut him “Don't thank me yet, I'd do it on one condition” I said, rising up, as the cloth I used to stop the blood was now soaked. “What condition, Emily?” He asked, his eyes locked unto mine, his expression unreadable. The room fell silent , the only sound, the soft hum of the air conditioner “The deal” my voice firm and resolute As he heard the deal, he stood up, now very much interested. “What about the deal?”BENEATH THE FACADEBehind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits.Emily's POV:“What deal?” he asked“You know what I'm talking about”, I retorted as I cleaned up the mess he had created on the floor, fresh memories from the early hours of this morning replaying in my head.***The previous night, after tossing and tossing, not able to get any sleep, I decided to snack on anything my hands could lay on.I was on my way to the kitchen when I noticed, a ray of light coming from the room my father had set aside for his official duties, which was opposite the kitchen. Curious to know what he was still doing by 3:00a.m or if it was the same reason why I wasn't finding sleep. I made for the door, and held the handle ready to open it, when I heard something that had caught my attention. My eyes widened as I stood frozen behind the door, eavesdropping on my father's conversation. His words had pierced through me like a knife and my head was about to explode with the shockin
BENEATH THE FACADEBehind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secret awaits.Emily's POV“I want 70% of the profits from the merger,” I said, my eyes never leaving my father's. “I want it in writing, and I want it to be binding.”The merger was the signed financial agreement between my father and Billionaire Ethan Kingston. So I was referring to the money my father would get from Billionaire Ethan. My father raised an eyebrow, a calculating glint in his eye. “Emily, let's do it 40-60”“It's 70-30 or forget it”“You drive a really hard bargain, Emily,” he said “but I would see to it”“That wouldn't be all” I said, my gaze still fixed on him. “What again?”,he asked aggressively, his fists clenched. But I didn't care,I was done playing the cool girl. All the time I played the cool girl, it took me nowhere, neither did it get me anything. So I was done with that life. “I want to be a shareholder in your company, a 50% shareholder but of course without buying a single share”, I sai
BENEATH THE FACADEBehind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits.Emily's POV: I wondered what the message from Ethan would be about. I wondered if my father had reported the incident of earlier that day to him. On my father's part, it was already past an hour since I left the house, yet he hadn't called me. The message from Ethan read:“My week is occupied. I won't be able to get your wedding dress, you get the chance to do it yourself. Make a stop at No 9, Lakeman Town. The name of the store is Beautiful Pieces.”My eyes shone with delight and ecstasy when I read the last part of the message…”the name of the store is beautiful pieces.”“Girl beautiful pieces”, we echoed excitedly as we clapped our hands up in the air.“If only I was getting married to the man of my dreams”,I whispered under my breath but loud enough for Nyla to hear.“My Emily”,she said pulling me into a tight hug. Beautiful pieces was a multimillionaire store and one of the biggest in California
BENEATH THE FACADEBehind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits.Emily's POV: The following day was a Monday, the beginning of a school week. I got to school quite early and soon the class was filled. I moved around to check who had not resumed and made a mental note to check up on them by the close of the day, as was the school's tradition. As I stood in front of my classroom, trying to focus on the day's lesson plan, my mind kept wandering back to the man at the bridal store. I couldn't shake off the image of his sleepy eyes, broad shoulders, dimpled jaws and his charming smile that melted my heart. I found myself wondering what his name was and wouldn't forgive myself for not asking, I wondered what he did for a living, and what had brought him to the bridal store. Was he getting married? Was he buying a wedding dress for his fiancee? Who was the lucky bride? Any woman who was getting married to him had won herself a lottery. My students sensing my distractio
BENEATH THE FACADEBehind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits.CHAPTER 9Emily’s POV: “Emily at least pick it up to know what he wants”,Nyla said as she began straightening her hair. As I stood in front of the mirror, the soft folds of my sleeveless brown organza wrap-up dress rustling around me, I struggled to tie the delicate knot at my waist. My eyes scanned the array of lipsticks on my dresser, my fingers hovering over the shades as I deliberated which one would fit with my dress. “Nyla, do you mind helping me with my knot?”My phone buzzed again, it's insistent ringing disturbing the morning serenity. I sighed, my gaze darting between the phone and the lipsticks, my attention torn between getting ready for work and answering the call.Nyla's eyes narrowed as she stopped halfway with her hair straightener, her gaze piercing mine in the mirror. She slipped into a green sleeveless blazer, the vibrant color accentuating her radiant complexion. The fitted whi
BENEATH THE FACADEBehind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits.CHAPTER 10Ethan’s POV: I slumped on my bed, my eyes fixed on the door hearing the knock for the umpteenth time but not ready to bulge. Not when I knew who it was and what the knock came with. “Come, in”, I managed to say reluctantly, when the knock became persistent.I watched as Madam Olivia-the cook came in with my morning medications.“Good day,Sir. It's time for your morning doses”, she said, her voice already a familiar routine. I let out a frustrated sigh, my mind replaying the events that had led me to this point. The 2005 gala event where I met the love of my life. Our intimate romance, the secret relationship, and the proposal. It was a haunting memory, a ghost of the past.***February,2005I turned and my gaze met her. I knew immediately she was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I approached her quietly, my footsteps receding in the music playing in the background, and
BENEATH THE FACADEBehind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits.CHAPTER 11Ethan's POV:We lay there spent, tangled in silence, the soft glow of the golden chandelier casting fleeting shadows above us. The air was heavy not with words, but with everything we weren’t saying.Her phone buzzed again, insistent, pulling her attention away. I turned to her, my voice low but laced with something I couldn’t name.“You’re not picking up. Is something wrong... or am I the reason you’re ignoring it?”She lingered in the quiet, fingers tightening slightly in the sheets as if stalling time itself. The soft hum of her phone filling the room again.“It’s my friend”,she said finally, her voice above a whisper, her eyes fixed on a spot, past the chandelier. “We came together…”She sat up, clutching the duvet, as if they could bear the weight of what came next.“I should go.” She stood by the edge of the bed, slipping back into the dress she had worn the previous night, her hair me
BENEATH THE FACADEBehind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits.CHAPTER 12Emily's POV: I stirred awake slowly, my eyes blinking against the morning sun that slipped lazily through the curtains. For a moment everything was quiet. Serene. But as I shifted beneath the sheets and felt the emptiness beside me, reality hit me. I sat up, the events of the night replaying in my mind, the dinner, the laughter, the way his eyes held mine -like I was the only woman who existed. And then, the way I had fallen completely, yet my heart?...it felt hollow. I kept thinking of how he looked at me, how he seemed to care, how he genuinely wanted to be with me, I could tell from his eyes. But there was a part of me that couldn't fully embrace it. I slipped out of bed, wrapping the blanket around me as I padded softly into the bathroom. Turning on the tap, I splashed water on my face, as if that could wash away the memories, the feelings, the truth. “What have I done?”, I whispere
BENEATH THE FACADEBehind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secret awaitsChapter 21 Ethan's POV:It was the fifth call that day. Five times I’d stared at her name dancing on the screen, only for it to end the same way, the call being forwarded, her silence, and an ache developing somewhere behind my ribs.She wasn't picking up. And deep down, I knew why.We were caught in the same argument again, like two children. The same issue we’d gone around and around over for months. Two months, to be exact. A hundred times, at least. Maybe more, if you count the words we never actually said out loud.She wanted access. She wanted me to let her in completely. Not the kind you grant with a smile or a temporary password. She wanted to see the vulnerable parts of me. The bruises I never spoke about. The rooms of my mind I kept locked, even from myself.“Why won’t you ever talk about you?” she had asked the last time. Her voice didn’t even carry anger anymore—just exhaustion. “Why can’t I
BENEATH THE FACADEBehind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secret awaitsCHAPTER 20Emily's POV:“Enjoy your weekend ma’am”, her voice sweet and cheerful as always. I smiled, touched by her usual cheerfulness. She always dished out a positive energy and it was contagious. “Thank you, Claire,” I replied, pulling her into a warm hug and pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. She smelled faintly of coconut oil. “You too. Endeavor to rest well, okay?”She nodded, with her arms still wrapped around me before letting go. I watched her disappear down the corridor, heels clicking softly against the marbled floor, and then I let out a deep breath, adjusted my handbag on my shoulder as I walked towards my car.Weekends had taken on a new meaning lately. I used to crave weekends for the serenity it came with. The kind where I didn't have to meet up with deadlines. The kind where I didn't have to be anything to anyone. A bubble bath, a solo date, a book I'd half-read or a movie series I'
BENEATH THE FACADEBehind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secret awaitsChapter 19 Caleb's POV:It had been a full week since I last heard from Andre. Not a call, not even a brief text. But I didn’t panic—at least, not outwardly. Andre wasn’t the type to leave loose ends untied. If anything had gone wrong, he would’ve alerted me without delay. So I told myself everything must be running smoothly, or at least according to plan.But beneath the surface of my calm exterior, there was a steady hum of nerves. The kind that wouldn't let you settle. The kind that had you checking your inbox twice in five minutes, only to slam the laptop shut in frustration.And today? Today was the day. The final verdict on the Petrocorp contract. After months of strategizing, sleepless nights, and meetings that seemed to stretch endlessly, it would all come down to this one moment. One name. One announcement.The event was scheduled to be held in the same grand hall as the initial bidding present
BENEATH THE FACADEBehind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secret awaitsCHAPTER 18Caleb's POV: “Good afternoon, Andre,” I said, extending my hand as he approached. The firm, familiar grip of his handshake met mine with a warmth that felt more like an old friend's embrace than a formal greeting. “Thanks for making the time to come. I really appreciate it.”He gave a short chuckle, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Anything for you, my dear friend. It’s always a pleasure.” His voice carried the easy familiarity of someone who’d long since shed the stiffness of formalities.We slid into the booth at the corner of the restaurant, away from the noise and the eyes. The waiter came around, but we waved him off for a moment. We had business—quiet, off-the-record business.Andre worked directly under the chairman of Petrocorp Group, a man known for keeping things close to his chest. But Andre—sharp, observant, and deeply intuitive—had always had a way of knowing more than he was s
BENEATH THE FACADEBehind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaitsChapter 17Emily's POV: I had expected her to call. In fact, I had kept my phone close all evening after the picnic, waiting for Nyla to flood me with her dramatic questions…”Em, I need a full download,” or “Don't leave out a single detail, not even the color of his socks.” That was typical Nyla. Always eager. Always hyper. Always curious. But that night my screen stayed blank. No messages. Just silence. At first, I dismissed negative thoughts. Maybe she was busy. Maybe she was tired. But when morning came and there was still nothing from her, I knew all was not well. It was very unlike her. Something was wrong. I tossed the blanket off my legs, grabbed my phone from the other side of the bed where I lay and tapped on the call button. It rang once. Twice. A third time. Come on Nyla. Just as I was about to hang up at the fourth ring, the line clicked and her voice came through. “Hey babe,” she said
BENEATH THE FACADEBehind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaitsCHAPTER 16Emily's POV: I woke up with a soft flutter in my chest, like something had shifted overnight. The morning air drifted in through the slightly opened window, cool and fresh, it felt different, like it carried whispers of something beautiful on the horizon. The sunlight spilling across my bed felt gentler, somehow warmer. I couldn't explain it but everything felt lighter. For the first time in a long while it felt like the start of something new. Something I hadn't dared to hope for. ***As I settled in with a plate of French toast and scrambled eggs, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee curling around me, my phone buzzed beside the cutlery. My heart leapt—Ethan? But no, it was Nyla.“Mrs. Kingston!” her voice rang out, full of teasing delight.“Good morning to you too, Nyla,” I said, a smile tugging at my lips despite myself.“I hope you had a beautiful sleep”,Nyla’s voice came through, so
BENEATH THE FACADEBehind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits.Chapter 15Emily's POV: I was supposed to attend the high-stakes Petrocorp conference alongside my father, but a pile of last-minute office assignments had other plans for me. Not that I minded—I'd never been keen on showing up in a room full of corporate egos and forced pleasantries.I was honestly relieved to be spared the endless round of introductions. If I had shown up at the conference, my father would have paraded me around the room, trying to introduce me to every man he thought might be husband material. Earlier this morning,He stood by the door of my room, his arms folded, that familiar frown deepening on his forehead. “You're not ready Emily?” His voice had carried more disbelief than concern.I didn't look up right away. I clicked a few tabs on my computer before answering, “I have some reports to finalize, Dad. Ken would accompany you instead.”He didn't respond immediately. When I fi
BENEATH THE FACADEBehind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits.CHAPTER 14Ethan's POV:I sat motionless on the edge of the mahogany bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling, battling the temptation to slip back into old habits—the kind that once numbed the pain of losing my only brother. His death had unhinged something in me, cracked a part of my soul I hadn’t known could break. For months, I drowned in bottles and silence.Then I met Emily. That night—God, that night—she made me feel something I hadn’t in years. I felt... whole. Like I could breathe again.But now, the air was thinning.It had been two weeks since the gala. Two weeks of unanswered calls, unread texts, and relentless silence. And the truth was, her silence hurt more than any goodbye ever could. It wasn’t rejection. It was worse. It was as if I no longer existed.I reached for the brown leather journal resting on the table, its edges worn from constant use. Flipping it open, I scanned through the words i’d p
BENEATH THE FACADEBehind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits.CHAPTER 13Emily's POV: Walking into the office this morning, head held high, the click of my heels echoed down the hallway. I felt good—sleek, pulled together, and honestly, a little proud of myself. At the front desk, Claire, the receptionist, looked up and smiled.“Ma’am, you look stunning today,” she said warmly.I smiled back, adjusting the red blazer I’d thrown over my crisp white pants. The pearl necklace around my neck felt like the perfect touch. I’d tried something new with my hair that morning—nothing too dramatic, just enough to make me feel like I’d put in the effort. And it paid off.There was something different about Claire's smile this morning, an extra glint in her eyes, as if she knew something I didn’t. I didn’t bother questioning it yet. I would find out soon enough.As I took another step toward my office, Claire stopped me again, her voice barely above a whisper.“Ma’am, he was h