Electra POV My daughter is turning five years old tomorrow, and I wanted to get her a special gift. I smiled as I applied some makeup, unaware that she was standing behind me."Can you hurry up, Mummy? It's not like we're going to a wedding, just shopping," Gladys said, her voice laced with impatience.I turned around, feigning offense. "I'm sorry, baby. I need to look nice," I replied, quickly finishing up."We're going to celebrate you turning big five!" I exclaimed, bending down to kiss her.Gladys giggled and retorted, "I'm turning big five now, not you. You're an old mother!" before running out of the room.I chuckled and followed her, feeling grateful for the sweet and sassy personality of my little girl. As I entered the living room, I was greeted by the warm smile of my father, who was waiting patiently for me. He opened his arms and pulled me into a gentle hug as I approached him."Hey, Dad, didn't you go to the office today?" I asked, curiosity etched on my face.He let ou
Knoxville POV As we made our way to the mall to oversee the recent sales, my mind drifted into a world of its own, consumed by thoughts and worries. The sound of Henry's voice broke through my reverie, "Sir, you have a call."I turned to him, my expression questioning, my eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. "Who is it?" I demanded, my tone firm and authoritative.Henry's expression remained neutral. "Your dad," he replied, his voice even.I let out a dismissive snort, my lips curling into a scoff. What could my dad possibly want? I grabbed the phone from Henry's outstretched hand, my fingers wrapping around it with a sense of reluctance. I clicked the answer button, my voice firm. "Dad, what now?"The line crackled to life, my dad's voice booming through the speaker, his tone laced with a hint of annoyance. "Why does it take you so long to answer my call?" he asked, his words dripping with expectation.I sighed inwardly, my patience wearing thin. What was the urgency? I demanded, my tone
Electra POV As we strolled through the bustling mall, Gladys's eyes widened with excitement, scanning the vibrant displays and colorful storefronts. She tugged on my hand, her tiny voice filled with eagerness. "Mummy, please can I pick a doll?" she asked, her gaze fixed on the toy section.I took a deep breath, hesitating for a moment as she pointed towards the crowded shelves stacked with an array of dolls. "I don't know how to pick dolls, babe," I admitted, feeling a bit overwhelmed. "Or did you perhaps know how to?" I asked, hoping she might have some insight.Gladys nodded her head negatively, her pigtails bobbing with the motion. Her big brown eyes looked up at me, pleading. "Please, mummy, let's try it out," she begged, her small hands clasped together in anticipation.I couldn't resist her charming smile, so I relented, and we both walked towards the toy section, ready to embark on the adventure of finding the perfect doll together.I inserted the money and attempted to retrie
Knoxville POV Mr. Lionel, our most esteemed and lucrative client, strode into the study where we had been waiting for him, his presence commanding attention. His tall, imposing figure and stern expression exuded an air of superiority, making me feel like a subordinate."I must have kept you waiting, I was busy with something," he said, his deep voice firm and unapologetic, without a hint of remorse or courtesy. His piercing gaze swept the room, as if daring anyone to challenge him.I wasn't surprised by his brusque demeanor; his rudeness was legendary, and I had grown accustomed to tolerating it out of respect for my father and the significant business he brought to our company.I couldn't help but wonder, however, what had forged the strong bond between him and my father, necessitating these personal visits to his opulent study, adorned with lavish artwork and polished mahogany furniture. "Mr. Lionel, hope no problem, it's been a while since you've visited the company, so I decided
Knoxville seethed with indignation as he slid into the car, his anger simmering just below the surface. He couldn't believe the audacity of Mr. Lionel, thinking he was entitled to arrange a marriage between him and his daughter. The very idea that their relationship could go beyond business and into the realm of family ties was laughable. Knoxville's gut twisted with disgust as he thought about it.He wanted to order the driver to take off, to get as far away from the absurd proposal as possible, but he knew he had to wait for his father. So he sat, fuming, his eyes fixed on the door as he waited for his father to emerge.After a few minutes, Mr. Ricardo finally appeared, his guards opening the door for him with a nod. "Why did you walk out like that?" he asked, his voice even but laced with a hint of curiosity.Knoxville scoffed, his expression incredulous. "Because I wasn't interested in that discussion," he replied, his tone dripping with disdain. He couldn't believe his father wa
After trudging along for about 15 minutes, Henry finally spoke up, his voice laced with exasperation. "Aren't we supposed to take a taxi? We can't continue walking like this," he said, wiping the sweat from his forehead.Knoxville chuckled, a low, husky sound, and continued walking without breaking stride. "I told you to let me be, you should have gone with them," he replied, his tone dismissive.Henry's concern deepened as he struggled to keep up with Knoxville's brisk pace. "How many miles are you going to go? You're going to get tired," Henry said, his breathing growing heavier.Knoxville didn't slow down, his eyes fixed on some point ahead. "That's my business. It's all my decision," he said curtly, without waiting up.Henry stood there, mopping the sweat from his brow before taking off after Knoxville. "I need water! I'm thirsty," Henry said, his voice tinged with desperation.Knoxville finally stopped and turned around, his eyes narrowing as he gazed at Henry. "What kind of PA a
Gladys's eyes sparkled with excitement as she tugged on her mother's hand. "Mum, please let's go to the park! I want to see what it looks like. I want to know if it's comparable to the ones we visited in England," she asked, her voice filled with curiosity and enthusiasm.Electra raised an eyebrow, a hint of annoyance flickering across her face. "We can go there some other time, Gladys," she replied, her tone dismissive.But Gladys was insistent. She shook her head negatively, her ponytail bobbing behind her. "No, Mum, please let's go today. You promised me we'd spend quality time together today, and we have plenty of time left. I don't want to go back to the house now," she pleaded, her voice rising with determination.Gladys's eyes locked onto her mother's, her gaze unwavering. She could see the hesitation in Electra's expression and knew she had to persuade her. "Please, Mum? It'll be fun, I promise!" she added, her smile charming and irresistible.Electra's expression softened, he
"Alright," Knoxville said, rising from his seat with a casual air. He strode away, Henry trailing closely behind. The moment they departed, Gladys darted into the vacated spot, her bright eyes shining with excitement."Mum, I love this place!" she squealed in her signature baby tone, bouncing up and down. Electra's gaze lingered on her daughter's joyful face, but her thoughts drifted elsewhere. Memories of how she had once chosen this very spot with Knoxville resurfaced, flooding her veins with a surge of anger and resentment.Her eyes narrowed, the tension in her body palpable. "Baby, we can't stay here," she said, her voice laced with a forced calm. "Let's find somewhere else. There are plenty of other places to have fun." With a gentle tug, she grasped Gladys's hand, her fingers tightening around her daughter's as she steered her away from the painful reminder.Electra's eyes flashed with a mix of emotions - hurt, anger, and betrayal - as she navigated the crowded space.Gladys's e
53: Knoxville walked into the hospital ward, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on the woman sitting on the bed with her son. He couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and comfort at the sight of the two of them together. As he approached the bed, the woman looked up and caught his eye, a bright smile spreading across her face."Hey," Knoxville said, his deep voice rumbling through the quiet hospital room. He smiled back at the woman, feeling a sense of familiarity that he couldn't quite place. He tried to remember where he had met her before, but his mind came up blank. He knew he had seen her somewhere, but he just couldn't put his finger on it.As he stood there, frozen in thought, the woman's smile faltered for a moment, and Knoxville could sense a hint of uncertainty behind her eyes. "Knoxville," she called, her voice firm but laced with a hint of caution. As soon as he heard his name, Knoxville's eyes snapped towards her, and he became certain that he knew her. Th
52: Knoxville's phone rang, shrill in the silence. He picked it up, his deep voice answering, On the other end was Henry, his tone laced with a hint of excitement. "Sir, our private investigator just called. He's found Mr. Jenkins' daughter. She's living in a mud house on the outskirts of the city with her son and the man she's been dating."Knoxville's grip on the phone tightened, his mind racing with the implications. "Get the full details, Henry. We need to be there tonight." The call ended, and Knoxville's thoughts turned to the task at hand.As night began to fall, Knoxville and Henry set out in their car, navigating the darkening streets. The GPS led them deeper into the city, the buildings growing increasingly run-down. Knoxville's eyes narrowed, his distaste for the area evident. "This is the part of town I wish didn't exist," he muttered.As they turned onto a particularly rough street, Knoxville's concern shifted to his car. The potholed road threatened to damage the slee
51: Knoxville POV As I stood in the comfort of my own home, the sudden ringing of the doorbell shattered the peaceful atmosphere. I felt a surge of trepidation as I made my way towards the door, my heart beating slightly faster with each step. Taking a deep breath, I approached the door and peered through the peephole, my eyes widening slightly as I saw my father standing on the other side.A mixture of emotions swirled within me as I wondered what could have brought him to my doorstep. "What in the world did this old man want?" I thought to myself, a hint of annoyance creeping into my mind. With a sense of resignation, I opened the door, my expression neutral."Why are you here, Dad?" I asked, trying to keep my tone light despite the underlying curiosity. My father chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement, as he replied, "Are you going to keep your old father standing outside?" His words were laced with a hint of playful teasing, and I couldn't help but smile slightly as I stepp
50: Henry walked into the office, his footsteps quiet on the plush carpet. However, his arrival went unnoticed, as Knoxville was deeply lost in thought. His hands were crossed over his chest, and his eyes stared blankly into space, his mind a million miles away."Mr. Jenkins was found dead in his house this morning," Henry said, his voice firm and serious. However, Knoxville didn't flinch, didn't react. He just kept staring into space, his expression unreadable.It wasn't until Henry slammed his hand on the table, making the coffee cups rattle, that Knoxville was jolted back to reality. His eyes snapped into focus, and he looked up at Henry, a hint of surprise on his face."You're so lost in thought," Henry said, his voice laced with concern. "What's going on, Knoxville? You've been distant all week, and now this?" Henry asked, his eyes narrowing slightly as he searched for answers.Knoxville's eyes narrowed, his gaze intensifying as he processed the information. "What did you say?"
"Are you out of your mind?" Mrs. Scofield thundered, her face purpling with rage as she slapped Electra across the cheek. The sound of the slap echoed through the room, leaving an uncomfortable silence in its wake.Electra's eyes widened in shock as she held her cheek, staring at her mother in disbelief. "What have I done to deserve the slap?" she asked, her voice trembling with hurt and anger.Mrs. Scofield's expression was unforgiving, her eyes blazing with fury. "How dare you plan to marry Maxwell without informing us?" she thundered, her voice echoing off the walls. "How can his father announce that without our knowledge or consent?"Electra's eyes flashed with defiance, but Mrs. Scofield cut her off before she could speak. "Aish, you're so unbelievable," she spat, her voice dripping with venom. "I thought you'd changed. That's how you go ahead and get married to someone you barely know, and then you get divorced within two weeks, eight years ago." Mrs. Scofield's face twisted in
Wedding announcement Knoxville's eyes blazed with fury as he growled, "How dare you hit me?" His fists clenched, and he launched himself at Maxwell, determined to retaliate. The two brothers clashed, their punches and kicks flying as they engaged in a fierce battle.Electra, caught in the middle, struggled to separate the two combatants. She finally managed to push Knoxville away, her hands firm on his chest. "Stop it, Knoxville!" she exclaimed, her voice firm but worried.As Knoxville stumbled back, Electra turned to Maxwell, her concern etched on her face. "Are you okay, Maxwell? I am very sorry, are you hurt?" She asked, her hands gently checking Maxwell's face and body for any injuries.Knoxville's anger boiled over as he watched Electra fawn over Maxwell. His eyes narrowed, and his face twisted in a scowl. "You're taking his side?" he spat, his voice venomous.Electra's glare was icy as she turned to face Knoxville. "Are you out of your mind?" she asked, her voice incredulous. "
"So, what are you going to do?" Henry asked, his voice laced with concern, as he leaned back in his chair.Knoxville rubbed his temples, his eyes weary. "I don't know," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.Henry's expression turned serious. "I think it's time you told her the reason you divorced her."Knoxville's gaze dropped, his shoulders sagging. "Did you think she'll believe me?" he asked, skepticism etched on his face.Henry's eyes locked onto Knoxville's. "You have to make her believe that," he urged, his tone firm but gentle. "You owe her the truth, Knoxville. You owe yourself the truth."Knoxville's eyes narrowed, his mind racing. Could he really confront the past? Could he face her again?Henry's voice cut through his thoughts. "You've been running from this for too long. It's time to face the consequences of your actions."Knoxville's jaw clenched. He knew Henry was right. The weight of his secrets was crushing him."Okay," Knoxville said finally, his voice firm. "
"Mr. Knoxville, the blood on the cloth matches yours," the doctor announced, his voice measured.Knoxville's eyes widened as he took a long, deep breath, processing the revelation."I knew I was right," he whispered, his voice trembling. "She actually had my child."His mind reeled, memories flooding back.The doctor's expression turned curious. "Did you have a child, Doctor Knoxville?" he asked.Knoxville's gaze snapped up. "Steve, I've told you to stop referring to me as 'Doctor'," he corrected. "I stopped practicing surgeon a long time ago."The doctor's smile faltered. "Sorry, old habit,"Dr Steve said. "And, by the way, we used to be colleagues. You didn't bother inviting me to your wedding."Knoxville stood, his movements deliberate. "That's because I didn't have one," he replied, his tone even.Steve's eyes widened. "You're still married to your work, I see," he quipped."I think you should mind your business," Knoxville said, his voice firm, as he stood up, ready to walk out o
As they waited anxiously, the hospital staff rushed the little girl into the operating theater. Electra slumped against the wall, worry etched on her face.Knoxville stood beside Henry, his voice low. "She called her her daughter. Are you sure she's her niece, like you claimed?"Henry's expression turned cautious. "That's the information I found. Did you suspect something was off?"Knoxville's brow furrowed. "Why did I feel a connection with the girl? And she said 'we will lose her'... It sounded like more than just concern for a niece."Henry's eyes narrowed. "I'll investigate further.""Did you think I should ask her?" Knoxville wondered aloud, his brow furrowed in contemplation. "Why did I have the feeling she has a daughter for me?"Henry's expression turned thoughtful. "The little girl has the same eyes as you, even though she looks like Electra. I clearly saw it before she closed her eyes. It was as if I was looking at you."Knoxville's gaze intensified, his mind racing. "I shou