"Oh, she has taken her leave, I see!" Elenora's voice came out feather-light and deceptively kind, though she failed to mask the sigh of palpable relief that slipped out. Hunter's gaze then shifted to Martha, his eyes studying her with newfound curiosity before voicing his nagging question. "Martha, you never mentioned having a stepsister before. Was she at our wedding? Have I perhaps met her before?" There had always been a sense of déjà vu lingering around Christine, but after failing repeatedly to pinpoint why she seemed familiar, he had cast it aside. 'Not at the wedding, but in the hotel room on our wedding night,' Martha's inner voice bitterly reminded her. Christine had been the first to lay claim to what was supposed to be hers, and she, Martha, had handed him to her rival on a silver platter. "No, she didn't attend the wedding, and you didn't meet her before. As I recall, she said she had other commitments," Martha explained, trying to keep her voice steady. "Our shared hi
To say that this unexpected turn of events had caught Christine off guard would be an understatement. Regardless of how astoundingly intelligent her little angel was, at the end of the day, he was still a child. Like any child, he reacted impulsively the moment he noticed something that disrupted his peace of mind. And she had only made matters worse by accusing him of stalking. The fact that Ethan was a prodigious hacker was a secret tightly guarded by both Christine and Ethan. If word got out about his unusual skill, who knew what could happen? Besides, it was illegal. She had made numerous attempts to deprive him of this habit, but to no avail. Perhaps, she thought, she might have better luck once he was older. However, she had managed to extract a promise from him to keep it a secret, like a playful game that only the two of them were privy to. But right now, she had to rectify the situation as quickly as possible. Her usual composed demeanor was on the verge of collapsing when
Christine couldn't help but roll her eyes as she read through the text messages sent by Jake. His revelation was anything but surprising; it was the exact scenario she had already predicted in her mind. His text read, "There's a man poking around, asking questions about you. You were right to warn me about this. How did you see it coming?" A sense of distaste filled her as she thought about the reason behind her forewarning. "Let's just say," she replied, "that it wasn't exactly rocket science. My stepmother is as predictable as they come." Jake then asked, "Do you want me to intervene and stop him?" She pondered for a moment before responding, "Why bother? Should we stop him from earning his paycheck? As far as I'm concerned, I have nothing to hide." "But are you certain? What if he digs up that one particular incident?" Jake asked, a hint of anxiety seeping into his message. Christine, however, was not fazed. "Even if he does, there's no solid evidence left. You made sure of th
In the confines of her mind, Christine found herself revisiting a particular question: 'Is my Ethan a little angel or a little devil?' It certainly wasn't the first time this thought had surfaced in her consciousness. Yet, he was undeniably her pride and joy, her world. It was her darling child who had been insistent that she adorned this specific red dress for the evening. The realization of his motive now dawned on her. Ethan must have seen Martha in the identical attire. While Christine had categorically forbidden him from spying on Hunter, she had simultaneously requested him to upgrade their home's security system. Undeniably, Ethan must have sneaked a peek at the trio departing the house. While their advanced home system respected privacy, not having any cameras in the bedrooms, there were however surveillance points located in the hallways. "Wow, is this a favorite dress among ladies?" Simon chuckled, fully embodying his self-appointed role as the 'funny brother'. "Or was it
'Christine is proving to be a remarkably resourceful woman,' both men thought, captivated by the enigma she represented. It seemed as if she was a radiant beauty, shrouded in an intoxicating aura of mystery. Men, as it was well known, were often driven by a primal urge to decipher such enigmatic puzzles. It delivered them a unique sense of fulfillment and achievement. In stark contrast, Martha was reeling from a brutal revelation. Christine, her once weak stepsister, had transformed beyond recognition, which spelled nothing but trouble for her. Mere threats would no longer deter Christine; Martha needed to unearth a critical weakness, a chink in her armor, that she could exploit for her own gain. Naturally, she would seek her mother's help. Elenora was a seasoned player in these power games. The remainder of the dinner proceeded in an unusual hush, with each individual lost in their own thoughts, all except for Christine. She appeared to be the only one truly relishing her meal, main
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Elenora’s heart hammered relentlessly in her chest, the jarring sensation echoing the onset of a heart attack as she wrestled with yet another rejection. Even though she had anticipated the possibility of this outcome, its brutal reality was a painful blow. A blow to her ego, her social status, her carefully curated image. 'How can this be happening to me? This cannot be real, it just can't be!' "Surely you cannot be serious, Mister Thorne! My late husband was your loyal client since he launched his business, a venture that filled your bank's coffers quite handsomely. The very same business you now blatantly refuse to extend a loan to." Mister Thorne interjected, "It was out of respect and sympathy for your late husband, an old friend of mine, that I chose not to report your outstanding debts to the authorities. It was in honor of Ethan Carter that you aren't facing legal charges this very moment." Feeling the gravity of her situation, she swallowed the
As Elenora sat in her lavish office, she was still dazzled by the audacious series of events that had unraveled. It was as if some malevolent curse had been cast upon her by Christine, her cunning stepdaughter. Every bank, from the smallest local establishments to the multinational giants, had unanimously refused to extend her the financial lifeline she so desperately needed. Now, to add insult to injury, she was confronted with an audacious proposal. An unsolicited takeover offer from none other than her calculating stepdaughter, Christine! How could Christine commit such a distasteful act as to exploit Elenora's unfortunate predicament? With resolute determination, Elenora knew that she would never, ever let this happen. Not on her watch. Not in this lifetime or any other. She would not just roll over and allow her conniving stepdaughter to seize the company that she had wrangled control of through her own sweat, blood, and a fair share of unscrupulous dealings. Yes, she had dance
Her nerves hummed with tension, stretching to their limits as if on the brink of snapping. It was obvious that Hunter had strategically exploited the situation to place her in a difficult position. Did she have the capacity to refuse and cause her son disappointment? Of course, she didn't. If she declined, what kind of mother would she be, to knowingly inflict pain on her child? Yet, if she accepted, she would be compromising, and one compromise invariably led to another in her experience. Ethan’s large, innocent eyes widened until they seemed to take over his face, his complexion turning an anxious pale white as he eagerly anticipated her response. “Mommy? Will you come with us?” His eyes glowed with innocence and hope, striking a chord in her heart. “Just this time,” she declared with a strain of effort to maintain her composure, shooting another glare at Hunter, who conveniently pretended not to notice. He would certainly get an earful from her later, she mentally noted with st