"Why else would I sell so many shares?" she solicited, shrugging her shoulders. Alex could only raise his eyebrows in response. How was he supposed to know the reason? "I sold the shares because I needed the money, plain and simple!"Alex could swear he almost choked on his breath, finding it hard to believe his ears. "What?..." His voice trailed off, his mind still trying to process her explanation. "You sold almost half of The Williams' shares all because you needed money? For what?""Why do you care, Alex?" She uttered impulsively in a blunt tone, her gaze was as hard as steel itself —almost sending chills down Alex's spine. "Why do you care about whatever use I need the money for? You shouldn't be asking when you are the cause of everything!""You decided to do as you wished all of a sudden, and worst still, you don't even care about Vanessa." He countered in a stern voice. "Stop making me look like the bad guy here, Rosy, when all fingers are clearly pointing at you.""Oh, right!
"Stop pretending, Alex. You and I both know what you really want. So, let's not waste time pretending otherwise." She said, her voice firm and insistent. "Don't act like you've never tried this before."Alex had wanted to pretend as though he had no idea of what she's talking about but his face gives him away. How Rosy was able to find out about of all these was still a mystery to him. First, she knew he's been on the lookout for Lisa and now, she managed to find out he was to issue a divorce to her sometime ago?At that moment, Alex was sure there's little or nothing left that she is yet to know about. He should have known better but he let his emotion took the better of him —Rosy wasn't the type to play smart with or hide things from, she has always been a step ahead in everything.If not Rosy, Alex doubt if he'll ever be able to outsmart his mother and stand up against her then; what was the use of it when he was starting to regret all of his past actions afterward? He desperately
Alex had left home so late that morning; likewise his daughter who he dropped off at school. Even without being in the mood to go to work, he was left with no choice to it.Coupled with the state of his company —if the sky world is coming to an end, he still have to go. His part of shares in the company had reduced, and he has to overwork himself to keep his position steady in the company.Alex noticed the tension in the air was very much unpleasing the moment he walked in and he did not like it a bit but he paid less attention to it —his present mood was likely enough to cause another tension in additional to the already existing one.He did say no word as he walked passed the receptionist, finding it hard to respond to her greeting; the receptionist's voice on the other hand wasn't as cheerily as it used to sound. Alex was certain that something was off.Alex retreated his steps, closer to the receptionist. "Where is Jamel?" Alex, who still couldn't pinpoint the reason behind his qu
Alex breathed in as he slowly squeezed his daughter's hand that was in his softly. He tapped on his mother's huge oak door, as usual, ignoring the doorbell and patiently waited on his mother's reply."It's not locked, Alex..." He heard her voice from with in, his face was with that of surprise. She always know he was the one at the door and how she was always able to sound that loud was usually enough reason to baffle him.Alex pushed the oak door instead and walked in slowly like he was trying to watch his steps to prevent him from stumbling. Vanessa wondered why her father had been acting strange but kept mute, on times like this, she felt she needed to give him his privacy. "Ah, Son —you came." She called out to him like she's been expecting his arrival as her almost aging lips broke into a small smile; even though it was a small smile, it was radiant enough to reach her eyes —it reflect how glad she was to see him again.His mother wasn't sitting on her usual favorite seat, this
"What's wrong, son, why aren't you saying anything?" Mrs Williams asked, reading the meaning attached to Alex's silence.The latter let out a heavy sigh that holds nothing but the pain and heartache he's feeling before speaking. "Mother, she left..." He couldn't even bring himself to say more than that."What do you mean by she left?" He heard his mother's sharp voice demanded, she hated it when words are spoken in parables as much as she hated suspense too. "Speak to me in a language I will understand, son!""Rosy left yesterday's evening, I'm not sure if she would ever come back." Alex blurted out in a rush, sighing afterward. "No, I'm sure she's never coming back. She left Vanessa and I for good!""She left, eh?" His mother's voice sounded like she was trying to memorized the words, her tone drawling. "Rosy left the house without hesitation or putting Vanessa into consideration?""Yes..." Alex cited simply in a lazy tone, having no much strength left in him to reply —though there i
The early morning sun peeped from the horizon, after several couple of minutes since dawn, casting its warm yellow hues over the quiet four storey building in downtown States.Lisa's face was clouded with impatience, knowing she has lots on her table in the office as it was a early Monday morning but Xenia, who suddenly find pleasure in picking her meals, seems to be the one holding her back.On most Mondays like this, and coupled with the fact that she had recently built another company under the Dela Cruz groups, Lisa was always reviewing proposal or attending to business meetings, it was always a hectic day to start the week with and she doesn't want to go late. To her, it'll ruin her whole week."Come on, Zen..." She drawled, almost whyning as she realized she'll be late to work which she dreaded the most. "Eat up, little girl else we both will run awfully late —it's Monday morning, running late should be off the plan. Plus, you'll be starting a new school today."Xenia did not re
Andy wiped the sweat from his brow and took a deep breath. The operation had been a long and difficult one, but it was finally over after spending almost half of a day in the operating theatre. He removed his gloves and nose mask and dumped it in the recycling bin near the door. As usual, a nurse helped him removed his gown, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. As he left the operating room, the fluorescent lights seemed harsh and blinding after the dim operating theatre. As he made his way through the hospital corridors, Andy turned to his assistant who was on his trail. "Well, that was quite a marathon," He said, his voice slightly hoarse from hours of speaking. "But we did it. The patient should be in good hands now." His assistant nodded, a look of exhaustion on her face. "It was tough, but we pulled through." She replied him. "I just hope the patient makes a full recovery and it doesn't take much time." Andy agreed. "It's out of our hands now, but we did everything we can
Her walking steps were supposed to be majestic and graceful as her heels clicked against the marbled floor but she was in a bit hurry than usual. Her aura was the type that no one wouldn't dare deny not to have notice —and her presence screamed authority as well.Lisa's clicking heels came to a halt in an abruptly manner as though she was snapped out of her reverie due to the voice that came up suddenly behind her without any notice."Ma'am..." The soft but audible voice called out to Lisa who hesitated for a moment before facing the source of the voice. "Good morning, ma'am." The voice repeated with a slight bow. It was a female and Lisa's secretary she had employed before she left States for Los Angeles.Instead of a reply, Lisa only nodded her head to the greeting in response. "What's the news, Maya?" She requested sharply, her voice was laced with the authority she carried.The lady whose name turn out to be Maya nodded curtly before speaking. "Just the normal old updates, ma'am."
As she sat, deep in thought, a sudden buzz broke her concentration. A notification appeared on her phone, with a message from her former fiancé, David."Why is he sending me a message out of the blue?" She muttered within herself as she unlocked her phone to read the message, feeling a mixture of anxiety and curiosity. She read the message, and her breath caught in her throat.Sarah stared at the message sent to her, her curiosity suddenly turned into a mixture of anger and sadness. It reads, 'I can't believe you are such a gold digger, Sarah! This was your plan all along? To ditch me, leave me in disgrace at the altar, and go after the president because he's loaded, isn't he?'Sarah gritted her teeth in fury as she read the message further. 'You are such a cheap slut, but I promise you, Sarah, that I won't go down without a fight! Be on your best guard because tonight, I'm giving you the biggest surprise of your life...!'David's words cut through her like a knife, the fact that he go
Sarah, a name now acknowledged and recognized in the journal of the nation's political context, stood as the center of an exceptional sight, surrounded by glaring lights, loud and noisy voices, and examining eyes from the press, reflecting a model of the public.Amidst the lights and noisy surroundings, the press that managed to get close to her probed her with questions, their eyes gleaming with excitement. She was their new prey - the fact that she was the first Lady made things more interesting for them.For the first time since her marriage with the president, she had only stepped out for a moment to look around and probably get used to her new environment but things did not turn out as she thought would be.As though the press was keeping a close watch on her and monitoring her movement - maybe someone had tipped them off her whereabouts, they hovered around her like flies, trapping her down in the same spot.Microphones and other instruments used by the press were pointed in her
As Sarah stood at the altar to exchange marital vows with the president, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. It was as if time had slowed down, and everything around her was moving in slow motion.The guests, the priest, the groom - they all seemed to be moving at a fraction of the speed she was used to. Everything felt surreal as if she was in a dream. But she knew this was real. This was her wedding day - another wedding she was holding in that same week she ditched the first one.The priest's words drifted through the air as if they were carried by the wind. "Do you, Sarah, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?"As the words of the vow hung in the air, Sarah felt her heart skip a beat. It was like everything had stopped, and it was just her and the president in the world. She looked into his eyes, a
Sarah had never seen him before which made her curiosity piqued, her gaze on the parcel he stretched out to her. Though she was tempted to take the parcel from him, she still hesitated as though she was contemplating taking the parcel from him.His unusual warm smile spread wider, urging her to take it from him. Seeing how much she was hesitating, he squatted down to her height, opened her palms, and placed the parcel on them."For you..." He uttered, still wearing his unusual warm smile. His voice was calm but far from the regular manly voice Sarah had heard."What's in the parcel?" She asked, directing her gaze from the man to the parcel in her palms before raising her gaze to meet the man's. "-and why are you giving it to me?""I can read the curiosity in your eyes, lady." He responded quietly, maintaining his calm tone. "Why don't you feed your curiosity by checking it out yourself?"Sarah said nothing in reply and did as the man had suggested. She opened the parcel and couldn't be
Alone on the serene and deserted beach, Sarah sat on the sandy shore, the waves crashing against the beach as if echoing her inner turmoil. The sunset on the horizon in its warm hue of orange failed to bring comfort to the despair that hung over her like a chute.Her eyes were red and swollen, heavy with the weight of sorrow and betrayal. Tears painted her face, the hurt as vast as the sea itself and heavy as a lead. Yet underneath the sorrow was an underlying sense of trepidation - a thought that wasn't born out of hope but out of fear of continuing to live.Sarah ought to be grateful that she found out about them before the knot was tied between herself and David - how worse would it be if things started to unfold after her wedding?Sarah stood up abruptly and walked closer to the beach, shutting other thoughts off her head and mind. She stared intensely into the raging waves of the waster as thoughts of suicide attempts swirled in her mind, tempting her to end the painful game she f
Divorce is okay.Starting over is okay.Moving on is okay.Being alone is okay.But, what is not okay is staying somewhere "YOU'RE NOT VALUED AND APPRECIATED!"Sarah is betrothed to her highschool lover. A man whom she has dreamt a million dreams to grow into an old age with.What happens on the eve of their wedding day. A betrayal of infidelity struck her path.But the question remains; Will it save her marriage, destroys it or rather changes her fate for a greater good?You and I needs to find out!.....................The sun rose over the town, casting a warm glow on the streets. It was a partially sunny day, and the sky was clear as well. The air was crisp and cool, and the birds were singing happily in the trees.The streets were quiet, and there was a peaceful stillness in the air. It was the perfect morning for a walk in the park, or for sitting under a gazebo with a cup of coffee. The world seemed to be at peace, and everything was just as it should be. It was a morning to be
Gerald was pushed aggressively back into the prison, and the warder locked the gate immediately, throwing the keys into his pocket. Gerald hissed in pain as he forcefully hit his knee on the cold floor, bruising it in the process.“I wonder how long you are going to last here with the nonchalant attitude you are putting on, man!” The warder scowled disapprovingly at him, resting lazily on the gaze. “You won't even last three months here —you will be lucky if you do.”Gerald's eyes widened in shock. Three months…? That's a whole lot of time to be detained in a prison, how is he supposed to cope in this kind of surrounding for that long period of time without even knowing his offense? The thought of spending three months locked up in a cell was terrifying as it made his stomach dropped.It was hard to imagine being stuck in such a small space for so long, with nothing to do and no one to talk to. Gerald tried to think of ways to pass the time, but his mind kept returning to the same thou
Gerald's eyes blazed in fury as he banged his hands dangerously on the table, separating them from each other. “I rather remain in this hole than be at your mercy or listen to your petty orders! You can't make me do your bidding!” He growled at her.“Tsk, tsk!” Aunt Elsie twitched her nose in disappointment, unmoved by his rage or threats. “Then what would happen to Lisa? I told you; that your reaction and obedience will determine Lisa's fate, didn't I?”“What are you going to do to Lisa?” Gerald demanded, his heart beating against his rib cage. He couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to her. “Tell me what you want, and I'll do it. Just don't hurt her.”Aunt Elsie's lips stretched into a thin smile, she was loving the desperation in Gerald's eyes —he's the perfect pawn in the game. “I'm glad to see that you're willing to cooperate.” She said, satisfaction evident in her tone. “You're a smart man, Gerald, I think we can work well together.”Gerald hated the way she was talkin
Aunt Elsie smiled broadly, she was right about him. Only someone like him will be needed —he had managed to read her perfectly without getting close to her. She was impressed, and that will only make her want him more.“I don't bargain, yeah…" She uttered, admitting to his words. “—but I'm ready to do so, if it'll please you.”“What do you mean by that?” he asked, his curiosity piqued. “Why would you change your usual tactics just to please me? What do you want from me?”Aunt Elsie's smile widened, she was glad he didn't bite her head off this time —instead, she loved the curiosity in his eyes; that was what she wanted from him anyway, not otherwise.“I've found myself smitten with you, Gerald.” She replied, her voice taking a different turn. “And I would do anything to get what I want from you —I'm not afraid of bargaining this time because I know what I want, and I want it badly.”Gerald was no in for her twist and turns, he wanted her to say whatever thing she's got for him and let