Writer's POVSerena marched down to the court. "Good morning Mrs. Tolstoy, it's a pleasure to see your pretty face so early in the morning. You should try to smile, spread love," Mrs Miller, the official lawyer that was in charge of her marriage with Harrison, greeted her. Serena wasn't up for greetings. She frowned her face and slammed the document on the lawyer's table. "Nothing is good about the morning, I despise you, it's not a pleasure to meet you and I want the court seal on this document, now!"The lawyer shifted her tiny glasses down her nose a little bit and read through the document with her. "A divorce? You must be kidding. You are married to every woman's dream and you want to get divorced? Why?""You can marry him. All I want is for you to put the seal of the court on this letter. All that would be left is for him to sign it and we would have nothing to do with each other." She wanted to make Harrison sign the letter so badly. The lawyer was wasting too much of her time
Writer's POVEleanor stood up, not minding the fact that she was naked and Harrison was watching. She went to his wardrobe and pulled out a long oversized shirt and put it on. She took one of his neatly folded underwear and wore it like it was hers, to begin with. She combed her hair with her fingers and swiped them to her left shoulder. She walked back to the bed and lay in it, resting her jaw on her palms with her elbow raising her. "I want the full story. Tell me all they do and how they do it, their bad sides and their good sides…I want to know what I'd do and how to behave in certain situations, that's if I get into one with them which would happen soon. I'll soon meet them."Harrison rested his head on his palms and started. "As I said, we have Uncle Henry. He's the eldest in the family and he is calm and relaxed. He is always reserved and he has made it his top priority to care for all his family members. He is the owner of Lionsgate. It's a movie company, I'm sure you know ab
Writer's POVEleanor called Jess the sixth time and she didn't pick up. Jess had changed and she had no reason not to pick Eleanor's call. She tried it again. "The number you are calling is busy and…~""Damnit!" Eleanor hissed. What is going on exactly? "Mom, I have to get home and find out what is happening. I'll reach you and tell you whatever I find, okay?" Her mother nodded. Eleanor kissed her forehead and waved others farewell.She had become a good driver now although she still didn't have a license. She drove wildly down the highway, a lot of things kept running through her mind. For what reason could it be that Father didn't want to pick up her call or Mother's? It's unusual and so not him.She packed her car a little farther away from the house. She got done in haste, stomping with a squeezed face as she approached the house. People walking around avoided her because of how she was dressed and how angry she lookedWhat has made Dad so busy? Nothing should. He had no reason to
Writer's POVSerena knocked on Liam's door violently. She had no patience. She already gave Harrison up and was now looking forward to finding herself. She had a lot of questions to ask him. Who he is, and how related he was to her.The door opened. She stared at the face of the old man, full of secrets and mysteries. "Serena, why are you here? Come inside." She went in, dragging her box behind her. She dropped to the nearest chair, allowing her bag to fall to the ground. "Why are you with your bags and why are you in my house?""Liam, I should be able to come here when I have nowhere to go. Don't you think? You are almost a father figure to me.""You are yet to answer my questions. What happened to your husband, did you both fight? You can get over it, I'll work it out and you both will reconcile then you can go back to his house. You can't stay here."Serena shook her head. "We didn't get into any fight and I am not going back there. I left on my own accord. I filed a divorce and he
Writer's POVSerena dropped her key with Priscilla on her way out of the hotel. She took each of her steps carefully, minding her pointed heels. Models should be awarded, how do they lift themselves on high heels and walk so lightly?Serena drove off, feeling much better than ever. She had solutions to her problems already. Her head moved forward and backwards to the rhythm of the music she was playing in her car. She tapped on the steering, singing along.When she gets to Anderson's place, she would tell him what she wanted to print which she knew well enough was just an excuse. She humphed.Serena got to the place which looked busier than it was when she went there in the morning. She parked her car along the road and wore her shades. Going to the shop should be easier than it was the last time. Perhaps Anderson was expecting her. She did leave a nice impression the first time she skipped the personal information, she was in a hurry."Hello," she said to a blind lady she met at the
Writer's POV"These things are unnecessary. Just pick up your phone and your arm bag. Emil, time is past spent. We have a lot of things to do today," Eleanor grumbled, pacing down the room. Emil was busy packing all sorts of junk in his bag; tape, sandwiches, cookies, jam, pizza, a flashlight, and a stick… he was packing it all like they were going on an adventure. It was just a little exercise to find out some things and she was impatient.Emil's backpack was full, it brought out the whole shape of the bag, making it obvious that it was fully stocked. She hit her palm on her forehead and hissed. "How are you going to lift the backpack? Isn't it too heavy now that you've put everything in your house inside? Anyway, let's go. I won't help you on the way.""I won't be needing any help and besides, we are taking a car, we would have more than enough space to put the bag. You are just in so much pain and it's understandable but that doesn't stop me from taking the thing that means a lot t
Writer's POVEleanor took the letter from Emil and blew the dust away. It read:Don't forget, I will meet you at one am tomorrow. Meet me in the kitchen and I will show you. It's not much of a thing but it is worth it. Don't let anyone know about it, you know why.I made it myself. I will give you another one later. If there is a later.Your Uncle L.Eleanor stared into space. She was good with words so she could tell that there were no hidden words in the letter and besides, Serena was just four years old. The letter wasn't for Serena. She couldn't read at that age. Who then had the letter? And who is Uncle L?"What do you think?" Emil asked. She tapped the letter. "This letter has something to do with the fire. If it wasn't for Serena then who had it and why is it in our house and Serena's room?" It wasn't a question.She walked out and walked down the other staircase. The kitchen was almost totally ruined but it was still in shape. An average human being would know it was the kitch
Writer's POVEleanor changed seats with Emil. The way to her mother's place was too complex to explain and she was in a hurry. She drove straight to her mother's place and parked in front of the house."Are you sure people live here and you aren't mistaken?" Emil asked her as he got down. He took a sandwich with him and ate as he walked to her. "Would you like some?""You think I have an appetite? Father also said the same thing when he first came here. I wonder what Mother would be doing inside. I'm sure she's not ready for what I am bringing. Emil, I need you to greet her naturally and pretend nothing happened. I don't want her to have the slightest hint."Emil nodded. Eleanor went to the door and knocked. "I would break the door if you don't open up." That was what Lina told her to say anytime she came around so she would know that it was Eleanor. The door opened and Eleanor immediately faked a smile and she was good at it."What a lovely surprise. You didn't tell me you were comin
The sound of "Here comes the bride" echoed through the church of St Paul. A lot of people were seated in the church, waiting for the bride to come around. Eleanor was in the changing room, fighting her corset with Lina."Damn, this is tight. I could have chosen a much better dress. All in the name of fashion. What if I fail to breathe and I faint in front of my husband? Ish.""If you fail to breathe, I will pour you water. Just in case.""Emill," Lina warned."What? Have you forgotten what she did to me on our wedding day? She hid my tie and made me use a bow tie.""And it was perfect but you don't trust your best friend. That is what is wrong with you. Anyway, if you pour me water, you would owe me 5 million dollars. I would collect it from you. I know you know that.""Eleanor, you still want to bully me on your wedding day? Jeez. People change, why didn't you?" Someone knocked on the door and Emil went to pick it up. "You're not supposed to see your bride before the wedding. They s
Writer's POVHarrison went back to his hotel and tried to think about what he could do for Eleanor. It was a hard task. He knew Eleanor wouldn't just agree to see him just like that. There was nothing he could think of buying that would be catchy to her.He went to bed, hoping the next day would be very good.*** Eleanor walked back and forth to the room. "Again, who invited Harrison? This isn't a joke. Why would one of you invite Harrison without my permission? Why?"Her mother sat on a chair, knitting stockings. "As much as I hate the boy, he still looks handsome. Did you ask him the type of cream he was using?""Mother, this is not funny. Do you know how I felt when I saw him? I was going to lose my mind. Why would you do such things behind my back?"No one was answering her. She sat in the chair, frustratingly shaking her leg. "Well, I think he's a changed person. I heard he built a house for orphans on the streets. It is also said that he is a good man and he let out all his slav
Writer's POVHe held the child's hands and looked around as she led him to a hallway. "Magny? Where are you? Come out now. We have a visitor, he says he bears annoying Harry's name."Harrison laughed. The child was something. He found the plastic horse on the ground. He bent down and showed her the toy. Tada" "Yay! You found Magny." She hugged him. That was when Harrison perceived it. "Thank you, Uncle Harrison. I'll see you later, okay?" She said and ran off. He stood still. He could never mistake it. She smelled exactly like Eleanor. Exactly like Eleanor, he was sure of it. Come to think of it, her hair was also gray and her eyes belonged to Eleanor. If he wasn't hallucinating, then he was running mad. He closed his eyes and turned around. "I need to get them now. Mia, nice, go find Harry. Look for him, I didn't say you should hide and seek…" he heard the voice and the clacking sounds of shoes coming his way. He quickly hid in a corner.The fact that he was there wasn't the probl
Writer's POV*Five years later*"Brother, look at this model. She also sent you a message and you still haven't replied. Why? Do you want to live like this forever? This isn't some Disney movie. I am married and you are not. People are talking," Nikki protested to her brother who was packing his bags. He wasn't paying attention to Nikki and he wasn't interested in doing so. "Brothers I am talking to you, do not ignore me.""Nikki. People are different. Some people love marriages…some don't. I don't. I need to get to the office. I am trying to lead by example."Nikki pursed her lips. "Is this because of Eleanor? Are you still punishing yourself for that? You know you deserve it but this is enough. It's been five years and you are not getting any younger. You need to find someone to get married to and have kids. Who would take care of your company when you are gone?"Harrison was dressed and tired of Nikki. He would do anything to drive her out of his house but he didn't want to push h
Writer's POVHarrison walked around the house, screaming and throwing things apart. How would he explain it to her? She wouldn't even want to hear him out. He was done. He had to accept the fact that he would never have her again. There was no magic for him to perform.*Two hours earlier*Harrison was mild and sad, wondering and planning how he was going to meet Eleanor and get the shit out of her. Someone knocked on his door. The guards opened. For a moment he thought it was going to be Eleanor but instead, it was her friend, Candy.He knew Candy was Eleanor's friend so he thought it would be easy if he sent Candy to Eleanor so that Eleanor would at least mind meeting him."Good morning Mr. Tolstoy. How are you?" Of course, he wasn't fine. All he wanted at the moment was to see Eleanor. "I am fine," he lied. "Eleanor isn't here at the moment and Jay already took his leave. I thought he told you all that?""Oh, dear. I wasn't sure about what he was telling me on the phone and why Elea
Writer's POVEleanor Carol dressed up in black. Luxury Black. She did her makeup and made sure everything was pitch black. She took her bag and headed out of the house. Her destination was a place she didn't want to visit but Emil just reminded her how brutally she was of that place. She entered Tolstoy's apartment. The guards didn't stop her. Every clicking sound of her shoes emitted danger. She wasn't smiling. She went in and went straight to the stables. She didn't care if Harrison was home or not. The moment she saw Magny, the horse neighed happily. I hadn't seen her for a long time. She smiled. At least something was still capable of making her smile. She related the horse. She was taking him home. She found the men that used to be there. They already knew her face so they let her be. Perhaps they had no idea Hendrix was in prison. She caressed the horse and calmed it down. It must have been so lonely staying there alone. There was no Hendrix to take care of him so she was goi
Writer's POV"Mother, you know you don't necessarily need to give Eleanor the princess treatment. You have no idea what she has done to me whenever I was with her in my house. Mother, I have PTSD. She is a scary person. Too scary," Emil grumbled and reported.He was done with his part of the chore and he wanted to sleep like Eleanor. He was just trying to be closer to Eleanor's mother. He understood why Eleanor had to take a break."You are trouble, Emil. If I were Eleanor, I would throw you something hard in the face. you would wonder why I did that to you. Do you want to sleep too or do you just want to disturb me?"Mother was done with her cleaning too, it looked like the whole house was back to being brand new. He followed Mother back to the sitting room. He just wanted to have some time with her. Emil didn't lie about the way she had been approaching and referring to him. When they were kids, she used to be a mother to both of them. She was strict and equally sweet. She would ca
Writer's POVSerena finally had peace of mind. She was back with her family and she had nothing to worry about. Liam was already in prison, nothing could threaten her any more. She felt a little pity for Eleanor. She didn't deserve what she got but Serena was still glad for their lives.This was the calm after the storm. She finished cleaning Jess's room and Eleanor's room. She had a lot to do there but with the music she was listening to, it was all a piece of cake.They all already had breakfast so she went to take her bath. Jess's room was nice and cozy. It was her room now. She had to decorate it the way she wanted and please. First, she needs to get Liam's card. She can't just sit and not gain anything from him just like that.After taking her bath, she called Anderson. She told him she would need his company to go and search Liam's house. Now that they know he has children although both kids were also in prison, they would be out soon and they would want to go and claim their fa
Writer's POVEleanor finally heard what she wanted to hear but why wasn't she happy? Why wasn't she rejoicing? A larger part of her was broken down, thrown into pieces. She regretted taking the case to court. She should have stayed and arrested Mary. She should have just found an alternative rather than being in so much pain to herself.With the things she just went through, she knew it would take her a very long time to love and be loved. She trusted Harrison. She believed almost everything he said, just to figure out he was the reason why she was going through everything she was going through and he was okay with it. He didn't say a word about knowing who she was but he did all along. She watched as Mary was taken away alongside her children. There was no difference in her facial expression. As for Hendrix, he walked majestically past. She trusted him too much too.She thought she had seen a friend but it backfired on her. Eventually, she was left with Emil, the only one who stayed