Few days later
Knoxville stormed into his father's office, his eyes blazing with fury as he took in the scene before him. His father, Mr. Richardo, sat behind his massive mahogany desk, a calm and collected expression on his face. Maxwell sat in one of the leather chairs, a smug look on his face, his arms crossed over his chest. "What's going on here?" Knoxville demanded, his deep voice dripping with hostility as he glared at Maxwell. His fists clenched at his sides, his jaw working with suppressed anger. "Have a seat, Knoxville," Mr. Richardo instructed, his voice firm but measured, gesturing to the empty chair beside Maxwell. Knoxville's eyes narrowed, his gaze darting between his father and Maxwell. "Why? You know I can't be here with him," he insisted, his voice rising in indignation. "What is he doing here, anyway?" "Are you saying I can't talk to my two sons at the same time?" Mr. Richardo asked, his voice rising in surprise, his eyebrows shooting up in incredulity. "You should always differentiate it," Knoxville corrected, his tone biting. "Your legal son and the one your secretary gave you." Mr. Richardo's expression darkened, his face reddening with anger. "Knoxville, when are you going to be calm and collected like Maxwell?" he thundered, his voice echoing off the walls. "You always seem to be the one with a problem. He's never complaining like you always did." The room fell silent, the tension between the three men crackling like electricity. Maxwell's calm and collected demeanor seemed to infuriate Knoxville further, his eyes flashing with anger. "Because I am not a pretender like he is," Knoxville spat, his voice venomous, his eyes flashing with anger. "Sit down, Knoxville," his father commanded, his voice firm and authoritative, leaving no room for argument. Knoxville had no other option but to comply, his movements stiff with resentment. He sat down in the chair, his eyes fixed on the floor, and rubbed his temples, trying to calm down the storm brewing inside him. Before his father could say anything, Knoxville asked, his voice tight with frustration, "Why did you cancel my trip? I was supposed to go to England for the project." Mr. Richardo scoffed, a dismissive sound that made Knoxville's anger spike. "I sent someone else to handle it," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "It's my business, after all. I worked for years to gather everything. I know what's best for it." "Point of correction, it belongs to my mother," Knoxville challenged, his voice low and even, but laced with venom. "Remember, you betrayed her." Mr. Richardo's expression turned cold, his eyes flashing with defiance. "I think you should stop dreaming, son," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "Your mother willingly gave it to me. So, know your place when speaking to me. It's been twenty-five years since I've been taking care of what your late mother left behind." Knoxville's face twisted in disgust, his eyes blazing with anger. "Willingly?" he repeated, his voice incredulous. "You manipulated her, deceived her, and broke her heart. Don't rewrite history, Father." The air in the room seemed to thicken, the tension between them palpable. Maxwell shifted uncomfortably in his chair, sensing the escalating conflict. Mr. Richardo's face reddened, his jaw clenched, as he glared at Knoxville. "Don't question my integrity, boy," Mr. Richardo warned, his voice menacing. "I've built this empire from scratch. You're just a spoiled, ungrateful child." Knoxville's eyes flashed with fury, his fists clenched, as he struggled to contain his emotions. The old wounds, the betrayal, and the hurt, all resurfaced, threatening to boil over. "If you think I was spoiled, why did you want me to get married just to hold your company?" Knoxville asked, his voice laced with skepticism. Mr. Richardo's expression shifted, a hint of weariness creeping into his eyes. "I changed my mind," he said, his voice softer. "And that's the reason I called the both of you here." Knoxville's brow furrowed, confusion etched on his face. "What do you mean?" he asked. Maxwell leaned forward, his interest piqued. "Yes, Father, what are you talking about?" Mr. Richardo readjusted himself in his chair, his eyes locking onto his sons. For a moment, he looked vulnerable, his guard dropped. "I'm done with the hatred between you two," he said, his voice filled with a deep sadness. "I lost your mother, and I think it's time I bring my family together. The animosity, the resentment – it's exhausting. I want us to move forward, as a family." "So, I want to make it clear to both of you," Mr. Richardo said, his voice firm and resolute. "If you both don't cooperate and work together as one, then no one will take over my company. You both have to start from scratch. And I might not be the one electing the CEO after I step down. The shareholders might be the ones to vote." He paused, his eyes locked onto his sons. "So, you both have 50/50 chances," he finalized, his words hanging in the air like a challenge. Knoxville's eyes widened in disbelief, his face pale with shock. Maxwell, on the other hand, smirked, a triumphant glint in his eye. "So, you want to give what belongs to me to him, just the way you chose his mom over mine?" Knoxville's voice rose, his anger boiling over. "The woman was on her deathbed, sick and dying, and you let her die by revealing you had a son outside wedlock. I was only two years older than him. You cheated on my mother while you were still legally married to her!" Knoxville's words ended in a scream, his fists clenched and his body trembling with rage. Mr. Richardo's face reddened, his eyes flashing with anger. "You both leave my office! I said leave!" he thundered, slamming his fist on the desk. Knoxville and Maxwell stood up, their eyes locked in a fierce stare. Then, they turned and walked out of the office, the tension between them palpable. As they walked out of the office, Maxwell burst into laughter, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Did you realize how you made a fool of yourself?" he taunted, his voice dripping with condescension. "Did you feel defeated now? Can't you be calculative and strategic, just like me?" Knoxville scoffed, his expression disdainful. "I don't have anything to say to you," he spat, his voice cold. "I know you always pretend to be a good son in front of him, but I won't stop showing my dislike for what you and your mother made me go through." He hit his chest, his eyes blazing with emotion, before turning and walking away, leaving Maxwell's laughter echoing behind him. Maxwell's smile faltered for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. But then, his confidence seemed to rebound, and he shrugged, his expression smug once more. "It's only a matter of time," he whispered to himself, "I will maks you cry."Electra had finally resumed work, and her diligence was evident in the stack of files and documents scattered across her desk. The soft hum of the air conditioner and the gentle chirping of birds outside created a soothing atmosphere.Matthew walked into her office, his footsteps quiet on the plush carpet. He closed the door behind him, his eyes locking onto Electra's as he settled into the chair opposite her desk."Hey, little bro?" Electra said, her voice warm and teasing, as she raised her head from the papers. "Why are you here?"Matthew's expression turned serious, his eyes holding a hint of secrecy. "I came here because I want to tell you something," he said, his voice low and measured.Electra's curiosity was piqued, her eyes sparkling with interest. "What's that?" she asked, her pen hovering over the paperwork.Matthew leaned back in his chair, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. "You must love gossip; see how serious you are," he teased, his voice laced with amusement.E
Mrs. Scofield's gentle voice cut through the tension. "Why are you raising your voice, Electra?"Electra's response was laced with anguish, her anger palpable. "Why wouldn't I raise my voice, Mum?" she asked, her words trembling.Her eyes, brimming with unshed tears, locked onto her mother's. "You're planning an arranged marriage for me without consulting me first, knowing what I endured in my previous marriage."The pain Electra had thought was long buried rose to the surface, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions.Just then, Mr. Scofield re-entered the study, his brow furrowed in concern. "What's going on here? Are you both fighting again?" he asked, his deep voice a calming presence.The room seemed to pause, the air thick with unspoken emotions. Electra's shoulders sagged, her body language screaming defiance and hurt.Mrs. Scofield's expression transformed, her voice dripping with venom. "You're talking about what you passed through? Was it my fault?" she spat, her
Electra POV "Are you really leaving me? I thought our love was special," I asked, my voice shaking with shock and sadness. My husband had just sent me divorce papers and I was struggling to come to terms with it."I don't want to talk about it, Electra. I'm done with our marriage. You're not the one for me. I thought you'd bring excitement to my life, but you haven't. I'm done," Knoxville said coldly over the phone.I felt a lump form in my throat as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. "But what about all those promises you made? You said I was the one you wanted to share everything with. What happened to those words?" I asked, my voice cracking with emotion.I couldn't hold back my tears anymore, and they began to flow down my cheeks. My heart felt heavy with pain and sadness. I was losing the man I loved, and I didn't know how to stop it."Electra, those tears aren't working for me anymore. I want to move on. I think I wasn't in my right mind when I made those promises to you.
Electra POV"I'm your daughter! Why are you sending me away to a place where I'm not wanted?" I asked, my voice shaking with hurt and anger.My mother, Mrs. Scofield, laughed coldly. "How is that any of my business? I told you to get out of my house and go back to your husband's house!"I was shocked and furious. "Are you kidding me?! I'm divorced! How can I go back to my ex-husband?" I yelled at the top of my lungs.My mother's face was hard and uncaring. "I don't care if you're divorced or not. You're a fool for not knowing how to keep your marriage. No place is perfect, we're all just managing each other," she said, her words cutting deep into my heart.I felt a lump form in my throat as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. I was hurt and angry, but also felt a deep sadness. My own mother didn't care about my well-being or happiness. She just wanted to get rid of me.My father tried to intervene, "Calm down dear, you know-" but my mother cut him off, her voice stern and firm."
Electra POVI stood at the doorstep of the house I had bought with my parents' stolen money, my heart racing with anxiety. I had foolishly put Knoxville's name on the documents, giving him ownership of the property. As the door opened, I was met with the sight of Knoxville, his chiseled body wrapped in a towel, his expression devoid of any emotion."Why are you here?" he asked gruffly, his tone indicating he didn't want me around. "I thought we were divorced."I felt a surge of irritation at his cold demeanor. "Can I please come in? We need to talk," I said, trying to keep my cool.Knoxville raised an eyebrow, his eyes flashing with disdain. "How can I let my ex-wife barge into my house? I told you I don't want anything to do with you," he sneered, his voice dripping with malice.The tension between us was palpable, and I could feel my anger and frustration simmering just below the surface. I knew I had made a mistake by coming here, but I had to confront him about the mess he had lef
Electra POVMy eyes fluttered open, and I was shocked to find myself in a hospital bed. Memories of the car accident came flooding back, and I remembered feeling a sharp pain in my stomach before everything went black.As I struggled to sit up, a tall, handsome man in a black suit approached me. His confident stride and expensive perfume exuded wealth and power. I was taken aback, wondering who this mysterious figure was.But as my gaze met his, my mind raced back to the accident. This was the same man who had been driving the car that almost hit me! My heart raced with fear and confusion."Hey, you're finally awake," he said in a low, smooth voice that sent shivers down my spine. His tone was both soothing and intimidating, making me feel like I was in the presence of an angel... or a devil.I remained silent, my eyes fixed on the stranger, as he spoke words that were both chastising and kind. His expression was a mix of concern and sternness, as if he was scolding me for being carel
Author POVFive years laterThe plane touched down on the runway, and Electra's face lit up with a warm smile as she gazed at her precious child, Little Gladys. The young girl was a miniature version of Electra, with the same sharp features and intelligent eyes. The only distinguishing feature was her bright blue eyes, which sparkled like her father's."Let's go, baby girl!" Electra exclaimed, reaching out to take Gladys' hand.But Gladys winced, her tiny voice protesting, "Ow, Mommy, you're hurting me! You don't know how to hold me carefully like my nanny does." Her small tone was laced with a hint of scolding, and Electra's smile faltered for a moment before she relaxed her grip."Sorry, sweetie," Electra said, crouching down to Gladys' level. "Mommy didn't mean to hurt you. Let me try again, okay?" She gently took Gladys' hand, making sure to hold it softly this time. Gladys nodded, her eyes sparkling with forgiveness, and together they walked out of the airport, a picture of love
Knoxville POV The thing I regretted most was letting Electra walk out of my life so easily. I had searched the entire country after she left that night, but there were no traces of her. I regretted what I said to her that night, and I wished she could forgive me and give me a listening ear.My door burst open, and I raised my head to see the most infuriating creature standing right in front of me. "Did I hear you say you're going for the project supervising?" Maxwell, my nonchalant stepbrother, asked with a smirk."When did you start getting yourself involved in my business?" I demanded, my tone firm.Maxwell scoffed, his expression mocking. "Are you crazy? Did you think you own the business?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.I smiled, staring at how foolish he could be. His lack of awareness was almost laughable. "I don't own the business, but I'm certainly more capable of running it than you," I said, my eyes locked on his."And for how long am I going to have to explain