Christiana's POV;
"Dad! I need help. I can't continue like this. She always ridicules me. Why can't she see we are after a right course? " I scream in frustration and my dad smiles.
"You know your grandmother. As long as we are not making money, or as long as we aren't also running a branch that brings in millions of dollars, we are unfulfilled. "He replies and I grunt in frustration.
" But that's not fair! "I wail stomping my feet.
"Careful, you'd scare the fishes away. "He notes and I recall I'm in a canoe.
"Oh, sorry. " I apologize
"No problem. Look, honey, follow your passion. I know you love animals, but you also desire to be in an office behind some big desk.
Christiana, it's okay. I support your dreams. I know my daughter is nothing less than a victor. So get up, and show them what you've got. "He says and I blush.
Something pulls at the string of his fishing line and excitement clouds his face,
Christiana's POV; We are all at the newest Duran branch and all the family members are present. All except Uncle Willow. He had to travel out of the state to sort some business issues out but he ought to be back by this weekend. We all are here to celebrate and so is the media. My father refused to come. He said to me that he'd rather let the world know he's discomforted than fake joy and pleasure. He says no matter how hard he tries, he can't be fully happy at any Duran meeting so he opted out of this one as usual. All we Durans line up before the crowd and grandma stands before us all addressing us. She finally calls all our family members to stand by her and once we all assume the position, the media takes photos and videos of us. The crowd cheers and grandma cuts the ribbons. Officially opening another massive Duran boutique in New Jersey. As we all are about to step back down to give way for people to come in and t
Mr. William Durans POV( Christiana's father) ;"So, how is she? "I question. Cautiously stiring the piping hot tea in my cup with a teaspoon."Who? "The young man questions as I threw the question at him out of the blue."My daughter. It's been a while since we spoke on personal issues. "I reply and the butterfly drawing on the table suddenly becomes very interesting to him."Ah... Uhm, she's... She's... She's fine. "He replies and a smile that almost turns to laughter splits my face."Fine? Really? "I question and he steals a glance of me."Sir, she. She's... We don't really talk much so I... I don't quite know what exactly to say. "He replies and I smile."Then say what you know. What you see and the sides of her she shows you. "I reply relaxing in the chair and he looks up at me.He clearly is uncomfortable discussing my daughter with me. Raymond and I have grown to be very close over the ye
Narrators POV;"I will not do that!" Mr. Willam. Christiana's father, screams at his mother in anger. They are alone in her bedroom and the tension in this room is enough to cause the temperature to shoot up."Yes, you will Willam! Do you forget that I am your mother? "She screams back at him and he rolls his eyes."I never forget that. I never forget that cause you keep reminding me.What is so hard to understand? I don't want to be a part of the family business.All four of my elder siblings are already part. Isn't that enough? My daughter is showing interest yet you don't want to give her a chance, and you keep chasing me. Where is the sense in that? "He yells back and his mother glares at him."Is this rebellion because of that petting zoo? "She questions coldly and Mr. William remains silent."All those years ago, when you asked for a chance to prove yourself, I never let you because what sort of idea is 'T
Raymonds POV;I grunt lightly as I open my eyes. I'm feeling a bit tipsy and my vision is a blur. I shut my eyes back in a bid to comport my system and get better control.This feeling is slightly worst than a hangover. I feel exhausted, fatigued, and sleepy. I inhale deeply before opening my eyes again.This time, my eyes are welcomed by a somewhat dark and misty appearance of a room and it only takes me a few seconds to realize I'm in the middle of this room.The chair I'm seated in is situated in the center of this room and there's a huge center rung beneath me.I am not bound to this chair by any physical ropes but fear has an upper hand hence keeping me put.There is a desk a considerable number of feet away from me and a large leather chair behind it. There's nothing on this table a d no one in the sit and asides from the couch at the side of the room and paintings I'm the room, there's nothing else.
Raymond's POV;I make it to a tard road panting heavily. I have been running through a desolate area full of abandoned buildings, for what seems like forever.I stand by the roadside, cradling my sore elbow, which has now extended to a sore arm. Zero to no cars pass and I decide to start walking towards the north.I am too tired to keep running, and besides, I found no one chasing me. I was just running for fear of being caught.There are trees on both sides of this road and all I can hear asides from the chirping of birds, are my labored pants.Up ahead, I spot a truck. Its back doors are non-existent and the back is empty. It must be a personal vehicle I think to myself.I spot a man I presume to be the driver of the truck beside it, peeing in the bushes, and just then, an idea hits me.I silently increase my pace. Checking behind me to be sure I'm not being watched or followed. Once I get to the truck, I sile
Mr. Williams POV; "Who do you think is behind this? "I question Raymond who now has his left arm in a cast. The doctor said it's not too serious and would be okay in a week or two. I've told him to keep this a secret from everyone else at home, as I don't want any sort of drama. Besides, we have no idea what actually going on. Raymond looks up at me and that all too familiar look that clouds his face whenever I make to discuss something relating to my family, clouds his face, and I understand."You think my family is behind this? "I question and his eyes widen. I watch him shift uncomfortably in the hospital bed, still refusing to say a thing."You know you can trust me right? "I question and he looks at me for a few seconds before letting out a sigh in surrender."I don't know. I think grandma is behind this. "He replies avoiding eye contact with me."She... She's really not a big fan of mine. "He adds and I smile.
Christiana's POV;It's morning and I'm sitting at the study table in my room working on my plan drafts. The page I'm currently working on concerns the jewelry section Drake is running.For some reason, he has been losing customers and I have been able to figure out some of the problems and how to fix them.I'm not doing this for that brat, but for myself. Once I'm done with all these, I'd take them to grandma and finally make her understand that she's been underestimating me all this while.It's bright and silent today, and I'm enjoying the serenity of my room. My room has a white theme. Everything in it is white. From curtains to furniture, and even the walls. I like it this way as the color white gives me a serene feel and internal peace.The study table I'm at is not too far from the glass doors that lead to the room's balcony. This gives one a refreshing sight of the beautiful sky, My king-sized bed is behind me and ther
Christiana's POV;The weekend is here and grandma indeed plan a huge party for Stella. Everything is grand.If one wasn't told what the occasion is, they would very easily mistake this to be an Oscar event.There's a red carpet, grandma invited many of the family's huge and reputable business partners, the paparazzi are present and some unfamiliar faces are present as well.Perhaps grandma also used this event to gain money by selling tickets to people hungry to be in the company of rich folks.Raymond and I step out of the Ferrari F60 America that brought us here and instantly, the flashes from cameras begin to harass us.I've learned over the years how to handle this, but Raymond still hasn't gotten a hang of it. He still squints his eyes at the cameras but he'd get used to it soon. After all, he's only been in this for two years.I'm in a champagne gold mermaid-shaped dres
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Third Persons Narrative;Raymond and Christiana walk back into the event hall, holding hands, and all smile. Leaving the whole hall confused. They were expecting them to not come back together, or not return at all. Raymond climbs back onto the podium and takes hold of the mic. "Hello, me again. Yeah, so, I'm here to announce to you all that I'm taking my wife and father-in-law away from the Duran mansion, and from now on, they'd be staying with me. I think it's high time I give my wife and dad-in-law a fresh start. "He announces, and Mr. William stares at his daughter with wide eyes. She's beside him and whispers into his ear. "It's okay daddy. It's for the best. "Raymond had asked her about this, and she said it was fine by her. Raymond has a mansion he purchases for his darling wife and father-in-law. He smiles at the crowd and walks over to grandma Duran. "Thank you, for your beautiful granddaughter. "He whispers to the awe-struck w
Raymond's POV; There are a lot of faces I want to look at as my father made this announcement, but the most important to me is Christiana's. I look over at her and find a frozen look of shock on her face. Same as her father. "Sorry? "Grandma Duran questions, and I laugh. "You heard right. "My father replies, and the priceless look of horror clouds her face. "Mr. Raymond, is this true? "A reporter questions and I smile before taking my place before the microphone. I clear my throat before proceeding to speak. "Yeah... Uhm, as my Dad said, I am his first son. The first child he ever had. I... Uh... This is very impromptu. Thank you, dad. "I begin but stop to say a sarcastic thank you to my father for putting me on the spot, and he pats my back. "It was about time. "He replies and I chuckle before continuing. "The story behind my absence from his life and why we've never spoken of each other till now remains something
Third Person's Narrative; Stella walks up to Mr. Johnson. Raymond's father and his guards try to stop her. Seeing her as a potential threat to their boss, but he signals them to let her come to him. "Good evening sir, I... Uhm, I have the papers you said you'd sign to conclude our deal. "She says, and Mr. Johnson raises a brow at her. "I said I'd sign? "He questions and she swallows. "Uhm... Y... Yes sir? "Stella replies. Unsure of herself. "Call the number I gave you. "Mr. Johnson says and Stella's forehead creases. Why does she need to call his number if he's right in front of her she thinks to herself. She's hesitant at first but decides to comply as she doesn't want to lose the deal. She takes out her phone and searches for ' Mr. Johnson ' in her contact list. She finds the number and places a call through to it. However, no phone around her rings. Neither Mr. Johnson nor his guards flinch. This confuses her as she expected Mr. Joh
Raymond's POV; Slow music begins to play, and couples begin to take the dance floor. Which is the middle of the room. Those who don't feel like dancing or don't have dance partners, form a circle around the couples dancing. "May I have this dance? "I question Christiana, and she blushes. "Yes, you may. "She replies taking my hand and leading me to the dance floor. I place my hands on her waist, and she rests hers on my shoulders. I don't pay attention to my legs, but all myself to be lost in the beauty I the goddess before me. Now I get it. All the times I caught her staring, all the times she tried to avoid my voice, gaze, or closeness. She had actually been into me for a long time, time didn't know how to tell me, or how to handle it. Now, I have my wife. And not just by title. Being rich has its plus sides. I mean, it may not seem true but my life took a turn for the better when money came into it. Unknown to Christiana, I got her l
Christiana's POV; "Do you have something to say to us? "Grandma questions stepping away from the mic, and I nod. I walk up to the mic, battling tears. The battle I've been fighting for so long has finally been won. "I... I want to first off thank my father, for the constant support, and for being the backbone I needed to stand strong. Ever since I lost my mother, he's been all I had. When I felt down, broken, cheated, hurt, defeated, and lost, he was always there for me. Always there to pick me up and dust the dirt off my skirt, to plant a kiss on my forehead, hug me, and remind me that I'm his little princess, and no matter what, no one or thing can take that crown from me. He's been there to show me, love. True love. He's been... Amazing. An amazing father. From helping me pick my prom dress, to helping me emotionally, to getting me married to my husband. There's no denying it was all over the news that Christiana Duran got married to a jobl
Christiana's POV; My mind explodes as these words reach my ears. I stare dumbfounded at him in shock. "S... Sorry, what? "I question in shock, and he takes a deep breath as if preparing himself to do something very difficult. "Christiana, when I first got married to you, I thought... I was being punished for loving your father as mine. I... I felt I was doing him a favor, and nothing will change the way I saw or felt for you. Then seeing the way you treated me... How your family contributed to that, I saw the worst coming for us. But... "He begins, and anxiety begins to gnaw at my sanity. What is he about to say? Does he... Does he want to say he has no... "But we became friends, I slowly began to see you under a new light... I gave you a chance, and you showed me what a gem you are. You're humble, silly, hardworking, strong, resilient, and not to mention how extremely beautiful you are. The list goes on, and... and I know I'm
Christianas POV; "Let's just say... I know a guy. "He replies, and I chuckle. Not only is Raymond nice, mature, and an endless list of everything good, he also has an amazing sense of humor. "You didn't reply me tough. "He says, as we continue walking on the red carpet towards the main entrance, and my brows furrow. "Reply you on what? "I question. "The dress. Your makeover, do you like it? "He questions again, and for some reason, my cheeks begin to burn. "I love it. Thank you. "I reply, and he smiles. "You look stunning. "He comments, and those words add fuel to my already burning cheeks. "Thank you. And, you look like a hero from some action movie. "I reply and he laughs. " I don't mind being the hero, as long as you're the heroine. "He says, and the heat from my blushing cheeks intensify. My gaze falls to my feet with a huge smile on my face. walking into this grand occasion with my husband's firm grip aroun
Christiana's POV; It's been a week since we submitted our progress to grandma. She released our credit cards to us but hasn't said a thing. She told us she's throwing a party and will announce the next sole inheritor of the Duran empire, before the whole world. This is a big deal, as whoever it is, gets to be the boss, and decides what jobs the rest of us get. The new person in charge, can't just fire us all without tangible reasons, but asides from that, they get to decide what they retain us as, and if we don't want such positions, we're free to leave. I know James is very mature, and a part of me is painfully making peace with him winning, but Raymond has been against me thinking or saying things like that. He says being a winner, starts from one's mindset. It's the ' The ' day. The day that marks a significant change in the Duran empire. Of course, you know by now that grandma would have nothing less than an Oscar party setting for one of her big