As Mark stood grounded before me, Sandra suddenly fell silent and the men respectfully took quick steps back.Then before he said anything, he signaled for the bartender to come over. The lanky boy who seemed to be covering his shift, with his eyes wide, didn't hesitate to run to Mark."Good day, sir," he bent his head in greeting, his hand firmly by his side. He seemed to be doing his best not to look my way. I didn't blame him, he just watched me smash a bottle on a man's head."Go to whoever your boss is and get every single person, apart from us, to get out of this bar. I'll settle the bills."He bobbed his head eagerly, "Yes sir! Right away sir!" Then he turned and fled.I reasoned why Mark would do that then I concluded that he had a point. We all came from well known families in elite society but I didn't care. There is no way anything that leaks out of this ruckus will cause harm to my reputation. Since no one, apart from the employees at Atelier studios, really knew that I co
Joel seemed to shrink into his skin as he turned to Mark. His brows furrowed in confusion, "Dude, I thought we were best friends? I thought you'd always have my back." His said with disbelief."We are best friends and I would always have your back," Mark replied indifferently then he shrugged and tucked his hands into his pocket. "But she's my wife and trust me, I'm not supporting anyone.""So you're just going to stand there and let your wife bully us like that?" Joel murmured with a still disappointment in his eyes."Are you just going to let my wife bully you like that?" Mark retorted calmly, his brows arched, leaving Joel speechless as he gaped at him. Mark shrugged, "What? Am I supposed to be your bodyguard or something?Joel's words came out with frustration as he lashed out, "I'm holding back because of you!"Please, spare me," I confronted him in disdain. "Don't be a coward now. Treat me just as you did Grace. Let your whore showcase her claws and scratch my face like the sava
I stormed out of the cafe, ready to speed back to the hospital, away from all of these despicable humans and back to Grace.About a dozen feet away from the car, I heard heavy footsteps rapidly pounding after me. They caught up to me and their hands dropped on my shoulder."Sydney, wait. Calm down."I rolled my eyes, of course it was him. No other person there had the arrogance to not let me walk out of their presence or hardheaded enough to still follow and tell me to calm the fuck down!I shook off his hand on my shoulder and continued to match forward. He caught up to me and grabbed my shoulder again. "Come on!" He gritted his teeth, "Alright then, let me take you home. You're too emotional to drive now."Emotional! I scoffed and roughly shrugged off his hands again. I looked at the car in determination. Just a few more steps and I'd be in that car and driving off away from this bastard."Sydney, you shouldn't drive when you're this angry? It's dangerous."I still ignored him. Why
When I got to Grace's ward, her face was ghostly pale and her lips were dry and she was still asleep just as I had left her! I asked a nurse who came in to note down her temperature and condition."Did she ask after me when I was away?" I asked, hoping for an assuring response but she only confirmed my suspicions. She shook her head, "No, she has been asleep since you left."With my throat closed tight in panic, I went in search of the doctor. I found him stepping out of another ward. I ran to him, "Why is she still asleep? I was gone for quite a while!" I left the formalities and went straight to the main reason why I was before him.He arched a brow, "The patient in room seven?" I nodded, then he smiled calmly, "Don't worry she'd be fine."I relaxed a bit. The doctor's smile was reassuring. But when I sat by Grace, listening to her infrequent ragged breathing, I couldn't help but worry. Was she really going to be fine? The bastards really did a number on her. I gritted my teeth and
With a sigh of resignation, I boarded another taxi and headed for the Torres mansion. I knew it was where Grandma Doris would be. The mansion was more her own than Rose's.But since Grandma Doris was barely around, her vivacious nature would not allow her stay stuck in a place; she didn't allow her age or responsibilities to clip her wings, the mansion was solely left in Rose's care since Mark didn't stay at the mansion, leaving Rose the opportunity to wad around the place bullying and commanding others - her best traits.As I entered the compound of the Torres mansion, right in the garage of the mansion was the car I left at Milli bar yesterday. It was probably driven over by Mark. Good, then I can just go with it when I'm leaving here.My mind was still occupied with the prospect of seeing Grandma and what she might have to say when I was pulled out of my thoughts by Grandma's shrill voice."Sydney!" Her voice might be weak but her body definitely wasn't. I watched, a mixture of hap
Doris and I walked out of the living under Rose and Mark's watchful gaze, feeling their scrutinizing eyes boring into us as the door closed behind us.Stepping out into the tranquil courtyard, we walked through the courtyard then into the garden. The garden cocooned us in its serene stillness. The occassional gentle rustle of leaves, and the soft fluttering of birds' wings disrupted the calm stillness. The vibrant hues of the various flowers lot up the the whole area, their petals swayed gracefully in the breeze and the equally colourful butterflies of all shapes and sizes flitted avout in the garden, adding an ethearal feel and look to the space.I admired the flowers and butterflies. I sighed quietly, if only my life could be as effortless as their beauty.Grandma Doris had her hands clasped behind her back as we walked along the pathway between the garden. It would pain me to say no to Doris but it was what I have to do."Sydney ," Doris finally called, her voice was a soothing bal
As expected and as it should be, I wasn't the only one who was surprised. An expression of shock fleetingly coursed through Mark's face, betraying the calm demeanor he had since been portraying.Rose's shock was loud; she couldn't contain it so she flared up. "What the actual hell!" She erupted, jerking up from her sitting position. "Are you seriously giving her shares?"Doris sized her up before calmly replying, "Yes, Rose, I am seriously giving her shares.""Why?! Doris? Why?" Then she turned to me, her face was already red with anger, "You bitch!" She glared and even as each of those curse words tumbled out of her mouth, her voice trembled, "How dare you take my son's share! What did you say to grandma to make her give you the shares that belong to my son?"I just stared at her indifferently, my eyes lingered, perusing the contours of her hard angry gaze. This woman never gets tired, does she? Even a demented fool will be able to tell that no one could ever influence any decision t
The car screeched noisily on the tarred road and I felt myself slightly thrown forward as I suddenly stepped on the brake and the car came to an abrupt halt.I turned to my side to see Bella squatting in front of the Torres mansion's gate. What a pity, Bella couldn't get in without Mark's approval.She must have noticed that I was the one in the car because she straightened up and stomped toward the car. She slapped her palm on the body of the car. "Get out of the car!" She shouted and I almost burst out laughing.What right was she trying to exercise now? Or was it authority?Even though Rose hated me so much and I was getting a divorce, I doubted Bella had any chance with Mark unless she'd continue to be in the shadows of whoever he marries next. Rose would definitely and equally look down on Bella just as she had done with me since we came from the same background. Besides, I trusted Doris, after seeing that video, I was sure Bella already disgusts her. If Mark ever made any attemp