I don't know whether this is excitement, or I'm being nervous. It's a new month, and a new day for me to start my day at the office. I woke up shivering, and the same time I was excited. It's been a couple of years since I stopped working at Ryan's office. I was his assistant before I initiated the marriage idea because he found out I have a special blood group type.Even while I was married to him, I still work for him, and most times I do it from home since he insists I don't come to the office, until I had to resign and became a full housewife.I looked into the mirror for the last time before proceeding to pick my hermes bag, turning to the direction of the exit. I was putting on a pink blazer, crafted from premium fabric with sharp lapels, featuring delicate handstitched embroidery. Metallic engraved buttons on the cuffs, with a subtle stitch pattern on the back enhances its sleek.I made my way to the living room and stopped just before entering the dining area. It was quiet, n
I walked back into the office to find Father and Ethan still waiting for me, except Lisa, who was no longer around. I thought they would have left by now. Last night, I overheard them talking about visiting the mayor at his house, and something felt off, but I decided it was best not to ask questions."You are still here." I said, placing the files on my desk. When I turned to look at them, neither of them said a word.They both stared at me, clearly waiting to hear why I had requested a meeting earlier this morning. I had already spoken to my mother, expecting her to talk me out of it, but to my surprise, she gave me the green light.Even if she had asked me not to investigate, I wouldn’t have listened. I’m doing this for the company’s growth, after all. If there's anyone caught embezzling money from this company, I will bring them to justice even if it means terminating their employees.All employees are paid weekly allowance, and they still get their paycheck, so I see no reason why
RyanWhat the hell is wrong with her? I can't believe she's deliberately ignoring my calls. After what happened a few nights ago, she needs to answer my questions. I have to know if she’s been lying to me for the past four years of our marriage. I gave her more because she had nothing—no family, no place to call home. And this is how she repays me? After everything I have done for her?I can't even reach out to her, I don't know who's watching. I wouldn't want to put her into danger. She also needs to know someone is out there to get her and has to be careful of the people she interacts with."Boss, I think you have to calm down." I heard, turning to see my personal assistant. I frowned. "There’s no way that woman is Emily. Just because their names are the same doesn’t mean she’s the one."He’s adamant that she isn’t Emily. But I’m not a fool, I know the woman I married, even if we haven’t been together through our the marriage. The way she talks, the way she smiles, it all says a lot
I just concluded my meeting with the Mayor, regarding some unfinished business. Making my way out, about to leave the mansion, I came in contact with the man Emily was with the night at the banquet. He was marching towards my direction, and I thought of walking past him, but felt it wouldn't be appropriate to do so, and proceeded to exchange pleasantries. "Good morning Mr. Fernandez!" I greeted, and to my surprise, he halted and responded, smiling back at me. I'm sure he knows I'm the one who married Emily. "Hello! Mr. Ryan! Trust business is going great?" He asked, pulling out of the shake. "Yes, thank you sir." He nodded, turning on his heels. I outstretched my hands to the man, but he acted like I was invisible to him, and walked past me. I don't recall having a fight with him, we are not even that close to hold grudges, so why would he ignore me? I turned on my heels, striding to where I had left my assistant waiting for me. "Boss! The guys called, they said they want to meet
EmilyI was still at the office, reviewing the company's accounts, when a knock interrupted my focus. Raising my head, I allowed the person to enter, my eyes fixed on the door. It opened, and my secretary walked in, carrying several documents. It must be the ones I requested earlier this morning after our return from the store. She had mentioned it could take a day to prepare everything, but I was impressed by her speed."Ma'am! This are the documents you requested for. Everything is here, starting from the month of January, to the month of December." She said, and dropped them on the desk. I must admit, that was fast. Despite the workload she had, she managed to get everything ready within twelve hours. Reaching out, I took one of the files and flipped through it briefly before placing it back on the stack.The files were quite bulky. I would have to take them home and work late into the night. It shouldn't take more than three hours to finish, but I knew it would be a long evening
I woke up to a severe headache, reaching out to the clock on the stand, I checked, It was pass 6: 30 am. I slept very late, and woke up early, I wasn't stunned. I'm used to doing it while I was married to Ethan, I guess it will take some time for me to adjust to waking up eight in the morning.Stepping out of the bed to go do some activities before preparing for work, I heard noises coming from downstairs. It's too early, who could it be? If the maids were up to do their chores, I shouldn't be hearing it from my room, and besides it doesn't seem like it was coming from the kitchen.I made my way downstairs, exiting quietly. As I stepped into the living room, a sudden flash of light almost blinded me, causing me to glance away. The room was dimmed, but there was enough light for me to find my way around.Turning toward the couch, I heard my father's voice. "I'm here. Should I turn on the lights?" His tone was low, almost heavy."Father?" I called, walking over to him. "Isn’t it too ear
I watched each manager in turn, waiting for their response. After what happened this morning, I became even more determined to check the records they submitted to the general manager. It’s been over forty minutes, and still, no one has spoken. I imagine it's difficult to redo everything for the second time.Glancing into my cup of coffee, I realized it was empty, yet they were still not done. Without looking directly at my secretary, I handed her the cup."Do you want more?” she asked.I shook my head slightly, not wanting to overload my system with coffee. She nodded and quietly exited the room. I like how smart is she, she must have gotten the message.I'm grateful that Ethan called this meeting, even without my consent. I had planned to address this today, and thanks to him, I'm already on it.It's being five more minutes, I was lost in thoughts, wondering here and there, when I felt someone tapping on my hands. Looking down, it was my secretary."I'm sorry about that. I called but
Ryan"When is my next schedule" I asked, picking my keys from the desk, ready to leave the office.. I can't get my mind off how my mother had treated her. I need to find out if it's true. It's something she can do, but I need to know why, what were her reasons for going that far?"In the next two hours, you have a meeting with a client coming in from India."I almost forgot I spoke with him. I should book a hotel and treat him to lunch."Alright, take care of everything. I will have lunch with him. Send the address to his secretary, so he doesn't come to the office." I instructed."Okay, boss."As I turned to leave, Jasper stopped me."Have you seen the news?" I paused, furrowing my brows, waiting for him to continue. He talks a lot for an assistant, but he's a valuable asset to the company. "I saw something about Ms. Emily this morning. She accused the general manager of embezzling money."A smile crept on my face. She just resumed yesterday, and she’s already suspecting the manager.
EmilyI pulled my hands out of Anderson's grip. He had no right to hit Ryan, even though she had saved me. I’m not saying Ryan should have kissed me without my permission, or even tried to, but that didn’t justify Anderson hitting him. If I hadn’t suspected him of the call he received, I wouldn’t have followed him down the stairs, and Ryan wouldn’t have kissed me.I stopped, pulling my hands away again, earning a concerned stare from Anderson. He tried to grab my hands once more, but I stopped him."Don't do that." I said, raising my hands to keep him at a distance."Is everything okay?" he asked, his brows furrowing. "I'm sorry he kissed you, and I wasn’t there on time to stop him.""I'm furious he kissed me. I mean, he shouldn’t have. But that doesn’t mean you should hit him, Anderson. What if you both had gotten into a fight?"He paused, staring at me in disbelief. Perhaps he hadn’t expected me to side with Ryan. He could think whatever he wanted, but what he did back there was wro
I could no longer concentrate at the dining table. It was beginning to suffocate me, the way he was acting all romantic with her. This used to piss me off, but I wouldn't allow him to get into my head and make me act rashly. There were people I respected seated here. It was better to step outside for some fresh air to clear my head. I picked up a glass of juice and excused myself from the room. "Please excuse me." I said, standing up, just as Liam stopped me. "Ryan, you barely touched your food." He said, concern evident on his face. I smiled. "I'm fine. I had lunch late in the evening, so I think that's why I can't eat much." I lied, desperate to escape the pain I had been enduring since I sat down. I had never felt the pain of our divorce as strongly as I did today. Seeing her so beautifully dressed and smiling was killing me. And now, he was worsening it. "Alright. Go ahead." He responded. I nodded before turning on my heels. I took the stairs and strode to the last balcony, s
"What do you mean by that? Do you even know what you are talking about?" I asked, glaring in his direction. How can he bring up such a conversation when he knows my relationship with Zara? What could even be prompting such thoughts?Since the last time I went to her school to warn her, she hasn’t left school to come see me, and she doesn’t even pick up my calls anymore."You need to calm down. I have a reason for asking; I’m not just making things up." Alex defended.I finished adjusting my blazer, now turning to face him fully. "What do you mean? How can I have an affair with my cousin? Doesn’t that sound ridiculous to you?""What if she's having feelings for you? What if she's slept with you, but.....""Alex." I roared. It was beginning to irk me, just the thought of it is irritating.I want to know where all of this is coming from, because why would he think I'm having an affair with my sister."Can you please stop? You know my condition. I can’t get a woman pregnant; I’m still on
Ryan As I walked into the house, I didn’t stop until I was standing in front of Amber’s door. I knocked vigorously, and without waiting for her response, I pushed the door open. She was seated in front of the mirror, applying makeup—obviously getting ready for the club. I had gotten information that someone now comes to pick her up from home. Standing just inches away from her, I stared at her from head to toe. If I decided to hit her, she would probably end up in the hospital. This was how she chose to repay me, after all I had done, sending her to school, offering her a job, even asking her to work for the family company. She had refused to do any of it. No matter how much I scold her, she never listens. "Were you at the hospital today?" I asked. She stood up, and I noticed she was shivering, her eyes darting toward the door. "Answer the question. What were you doing at the hospital, Amber?" "I was sick. I went there with Mother." She replied hesitantly. "Do you want to get yo
I just listened to his gibberish. What he’s been saying doesn’t make any sense to me. So, he came all the way here just to rant nonsense? Who on earth isn’t aware of what happens at their own company? A company where he’s the director, yet so many things go on under his supervision, and he claims he’s not even aware.He’s not even remorseful. The audacity of him to boldly say I had no right to go for an interview without reaching out to him to settle things amicably!What is there to settle? He sounded like we had unresolved issues from the past, but I have e never had any business with him before. His company was the first to release news of my divorce with Ryan, so why am I even surprised? He has no shame, not even a common sense."Did you hear everything you just said? Maybe I should replay it for you." Lincoln said.He had been standing in the room since I invited him into the office. Truth be told, he sounded ridiculous. I never imagined he could be this timid because, seriously,
I rushed into the hospital, stopping at the receptionist's desk, panting for breath. Recognizing me, she offered a polite smile."Hello! Please, have you seen my father?" I asked, struggling to steady my voice. I had no idea where they had taken him."He came in with a patient." She replied. "Try the surgery room. I think that’s where they took the patient."Without wasting another second, I hurried toward the surgery room, my secretary close behind. When we arrived, the hallway was eerily quiet, with no one outside. It didn’t look like any surgery was taking place, the silence was unsettling.If the receptionist had directed me here, then the patient’s condition must have been critical. But why wasn’t anyone around? Not even a nurse to confirm if he had been brought in for surgery.Panic began to bubble up inside me. What could have happened? He hadn’t mentioned leaving, especially when he knew he was supposed to bring me to the office.We looked around the area, but there wasn’t a s
Upon reaching the parking lot, we got into the company car and headed to the hospital. While Lincoln was out there trying to uncover the truth behind that picture, I needed to put an end to Zara’s lies. I had planned to confront Alex, let’s see if he would deny knowing that Grace is Ryan’s nieces. I doubted he was even aware of it. I didn’t want to let the clip Zara sent me bother me anymore. I have had enough of her shenanigans. It was time she stopped crossing paths with me. If she had been disguising herself as his sister, Alex wouldn’t hesitate to expose her once he finds out. "Ma’am, are you sure you are okay?" I heard my secretary say, pulling me out of my thoughts. I flashed her a smile. "I’m fine. I just hope Lincoln finds out who’s behind all this." She returned the smile and reached for my hand. "I don’t know if I have told you this before, but I’m proud of you." Her words struck a chord. I still remembered the first time she told me how proud she was. Sporadically I won
I left the house, fumed. This should be the last time he treats Father like trash. He must have forgotten who put him in that position. I reached for the car, hopped inside, and settled into the chair. "Let's go." I instructed, fastening my seatbelt. He started the engine and drove out of the compound. I hoped this would serve as a warning, Father is not someone he can look down on. Just like the saying goes, you bite the hand that feeds you, and that's accurately what they are planning to do to him. But it won't work. If he's mad because I asked him to leave my office, then he should take it up with me, not Father. They could claim he didn’t raise me well, but thanks to my mother, they can shift the blame to her. She wouldn’t mind that. "The secretary called." He said. Slowly, I turned to look in his direction and saw him stealing glances at me through the rearview mirror. "Is everything okay?" I asked further. "She said a parcel came for you." A parcel? Could it be one of tho
As we left the house, I turned to Lincoln to ask about Biggy. He told me that Biggy had reached out to him, asking him to pick me up in his place. What happened? Where had Biggy gone? He hadn’t told Lincoln where he was heading, and the thought of him leaving without informing me nagged at my mind. Looking in Lincoln's direction, I leaned forward slightly. "Please drop me at the Mayor's house." I instructed, leaning back against the headrest and staring out the window. Before I could process my thoughts, the car came to a sudden halt, pulling my attention back to him. "What’s going on? The car seems fine." I said, puzzled by the abrupt stop. "I'm sorry, ma'am. The car is fine, I was the one who stopped it." He explained. I stared at him in astonishment. Why was he stopping? What for? Without waiting for my response, he tried to explain himself. "I don’t think you should go to the Mayor's house." He said cautiously. I frowned, trying to understand his reasoning, but his words were