Bethany's jaw literally falls open. "Wha..."
Just then, there is a ruffle of footsteps and noises at the door and within seconds, the door is ajar with about five people standing right there by the door. Quinn comes in first, launching herself happily into Charles's arms. Laughing, he catches and twirls her around before hugging her. "Hey lil sis, how are you?" "I'm fine. Hi Alexa." She greets her and completely ignores Bethany. Daisy, John and their driver come in next, the driver bearing a basket hamper covered with shiny wrapping paper and finally, a tall and handsome man comes inside last, looking around him and then his eyes comes to rest on Bethany. They lock eyes for a split second before she looks away, shaking her head vigorously. He must be the important guest they have been expecting, who is he exactly? But this is not the time to ponder about that. Bethany steps forward, cutting all of the greetings that didn't include her short. "Thank goodness you all are here now. We have an issue here I would like to talk about." Everyone looks at her puzzedly, except Alexa who rolls her eyes elaborately. "What is that? We don't have all day?" Daisy asks impatiently. "I left your house by midnight today and got home to meet Charles and Alexa having sex on my matrimonial bed!" She states angrily. Gasps? Defence? Nothing. Bethany looks around John, Daisy and Quinn, expecting there to be some sort of reaction to her news but there's nothing, they are giving her blank stares like she is crazy. "What? He is married to me, he can't be doing that with other women. Not one that is supposed to be your family member, come on, this is incestuous adultery." She says something, desperately grasping at straws even though she knows she looks pathetic suddenly. "So? It's just Alexa." John says and spreads his palms. That's the exact same thing Charles had said. Quinn scoffs. "Family? Alexa is not family related to us. She is..." "Shush." Daisy immediately cuts Quinn short and faces Bethany. "Sometimes, in a marriage, you need to be more open minded about the relationships you and your husband keep. You can get really bored being with only one person and you need to try other things." Bethany gasps softly, feeling herself getting weak once again. "Are you really supporting his cheating now? You should be telling him to be faithful. Who is Alexa if she is not your family? I have known her for two years as a member of your family. So who the hell is she?" Alexa steps forward. Charles tries to hold her back but she shrugs his hands off. "If you want to know so badly, I am Charles's second wife." "What the hell?" This is spoken by the tall stranger and all heads turn to him, so he didn't know about that. Bethany is somewhat strengthened by his reaction but she is shocked, even more shocked than he is. "S...SE...second wife?" Her heart sinks even lower and the rose that had turned to ashes is washed away by the wind. "How long have you been married?" "A year and half..." Ah. "So you've been cheating on me since six months after our wedding, calling her a member of the... Wait, you all knew about this?" The harsh truth dawn's on her and she reels from the shock of it. Quinn nods enthusiastically while Daisy shrugs. "I can't refuse my son whatever he wants and that's my weakness so when he told me that he wanted to marry her, we did a small court wedding. "It's not like you were the best wife to him anyway. He literally picked you up from your poor life and made you into the woman you are now." Never forgetting to rub her background in her face, John states as he sits down, rolling his eyes. Bethany could have been shot at that moment and she would not have felt it. She felt overwhelmingly hurt, so hurt that it turns into nothingness. By the time she opens her mouth once again... "I want a divorce." Charles, who had been silent all along, sprung forward. "No. I like you, you clean well, cook well and attend to my family very well..." Bethany is too weak to have any reaction to his words at this point but what she wants to do is just raise her hand and slap him across the cheeks but her hands just would not move. "I will not agree to the divorce. At least you're the first wife." Charles tries to smile reassuringly but it's only disgusting to her. That she should stay married to the scumbag who married another woman while they were not divorced? "Hell no." She refuses vehemently. "I want a divorce or I'll take it to court." Charles stops smiling and straightens up. "I don't think you know the impact of the Worth family in this state. I can ruin you and still make you stay my wife, why don't you just stay my wife and I'll continue to treat you well?" Bethany suddenly has a wave of dizziness and she can feel herself falling to the ground but just as she's about to hit the ground, firm hands catch her by the waist and she's swept off the ground. She gasps softly as she looks into those sea green eyes before passing out in the tall man's arms. Charles comes forward and extends his hand. "Thank you Uncle but I can carry her inside myself." "I know for a fact that she would not want to be in your hands if she wakes up. Where is her room? Or rather, where did she sleep overnight?" Charles turns slightly red and points to the door down the hall, where Bethany had come out from earlier in the day. He turns around on his heels and takes her inside, tucking her in on the bed and checking for her breathing from time to time until it finally regulates and she falls asleep."Mason! Come on, put the s'mores down for your sister." The eight year old boy pouts, and rolls his eyes. "She's not my sister." Bethany looks down at her son and raises an eyebrow. "Unless you want a smack on your non existent bum, put that smore down for Cleo." Cleo puts her tongue out, snatches the snack, eats it one whole bite and runs away, Mason on her tail. Chara looks up from her magazine and laughs, her eyes wide with age. "That's how it is, they'll grow to love one another either way. Mason must be so happy, seeing how they're getting along." Bethany chuckles softly in remembrance. It'll be eight years in a few weeks since he passed on. It'll be three since Martha also left them behind... And in another few months, it'll be eight years since these cat and mouse delights have been born. Eight years old, Bethany's Mason and Eight years old Chara's Cleo Worth. "Where's Arthur anyway?" Chara asks as she finishes the wine in the glass. Bethany chuckles... "He's..." Art
The news spreads faster than a regular tabloid scandal now that they are corporate world celebrities, but this time, the rumor is all true.Campbell Conglomerate isn’t just back on its feet, it’s pretty much untouchable.In less than a week since the press conference detonated Robert Matrick’s legacy into legal ash, Campbell’s shares have shot up by fifty seven percent. Their reputation, once hanging by a thread, is now gleaming now that the investors and shareholders are the ones showing up themselves, a win is always a win.And at this particular moment, at the very top of the building, on the 41st floor of the Campbell Conglomerate company building, the glass conference room is full.Bethany Worth walks in with a silk blouse tucked into a navy skirt and a slightly oversized blazer she hasn’t bothered to button, it’s fashion after all. And right behind her, Arthur follows with his sling finally gone, wearing a steel grey colored suit, specifically tailored for him, his hand resting a
The hospital room is dim and quiet except for the steady beeps of the machine strapped to Mason’s body… According to the doctors, he’s already on his last lap.Outside, the sun dips low over the city skyline, casting the last sun rays of the day through the half open window blinds. It should feel warm. Comforting.But in this room?It feels like a countdown.Arthur stands near the foot of the bed, cast still wrapped tightly around his left arm, he had used it to cushion his fall that day and dislocated it, his face is pale, his jaw clenched, but his eyes fixed on the man lying in front of him, they had hated each other’s guts at first but now it’s the complete opposite, he’s family after all.Beside him, Bethany sits in the corner, unusually still. Not cold. Just... bracing. Her hands are folded tightly in her lap, white knuckled, and her lips are pressed together in silence, many things wanting to be said but there aren’t any words to convey them.Mason Campbell, the soldier who woul
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“What were those shots? I have called for backup, they are on… holy moly.” Halloway exclaims as he whips his radio out and yells for an ambulance.Everyone in the room is frozen solid.A total of four gunshots. Two bodies down on the floor.Bethany stands motionless, the gun still warm in her hand, breath coming out in hard gasps, like she is struggling to breath. Her entire body is rigid, every nerve screaming as if they’d been burned from the inside out while her hands tremble the most, realizing what has just happened.Marsh slowly reaches for her and takes the gun out of her hand, wipes it off and puts it back in his holster, locking it in place. “Bethany?”The only sound is a faint groan.She turns. Slowly. Terrified.And there he is.Arthur, lying on the ground. Blood spreading across the white of his shirt. His hand is on his side, fingers sticky with red. His breathing is uneven. Bethany’s knees collapse and she falls to his side. She hits the ground beside him, hands going to
The tires of the black fake delivery van screeches very loudly as it pulls into the parking lot, and as soon as it gets to the frontm, the car stops, not bothering to park like a sane person would.Maybe because the person driving is not exactly doing it sane.Brie is just stepping out of the building, her iPad and folder in one hand, red heels clicking sharply against concrete, as her other hand is used to press her phone to her ear as she issues orders like a military commander. Outside, Brie is already descending the concrete steps of the run down building, a building that is very familiar to Marsh because he’s been there before.“Yes. The contract has been signed. Burn all the backups from befire, no need to do undercover anymore. I have the signature, we’re golden. This is checkmate. Also, have the legal team draft the press statement. No, I don’t care how aggressive it looks. The point is to make it-”The back of the van bursts open loudly and it catches her attention as she paus