“Where the hell are you?” Mr. Lancaster growled, his jaw clenched tightly, and his grip on the chair he stood near tightened.“I… I am not in the office, sir. I was admitted to the hospital,” Ryan’s voice quivered at the other end of the phone.Mr. Lancaster scoffed at his response. “Don’t bother resuming work. You’re fired!” He yelled, his anger evident in every word.“I… sir..” Before he could finish that, Mr. Lancaster dropped the call, his expression turning cold. “He called in sick,” he blurted, turning to Mr. Hudson. “Sick? Isn’t that suspicious?” A member from Hudson’s group chimed in. Mr. Hudson shook his head disappointedly. “I don’t think we need more proof; the truth is glaring. The person being captured on the screen for stealing the plan called in sick.” “I know nothing about this,” Bernard defended, not giving in. Mr. Hudson let out a cold smile. "Mr. Bernard Robinson, I am really disappointed in you, not sorry to say," he said, paused, and turned toward where Fiona
“Chloe?” Lim drawled. He knew better than anyone what was going on. Chloe had been Ethan’s girlfriend for a very long time, and he knew Ethan always put up with some of her attitude because he sometimes complains to Lim about her. “What’s the issue with her?” Lim probed further, still maintaining his full focus on the road. “She is lamenting about a contract she lost,” Ethan muttered with a low tone. “This previous week, she has been all about how the contract will help her father’s company get back on its feet, and you know they are on the verge of hitting rock bottom. She had been working so hard to get this contract because her father isn’t taking things likely with her at the moment,” he sighed sadly. “I guess that's a normal thing in their line of business; they can’t just win a contract when they aren’t worth it. The best company would be given the contract; she just needs to get better with her contract teams,” Lim said in his 'matter of fact’ tone. Ethan scoffed. "Do you b
No one believed Rowan to ask such a question, and after Fiona choked on her drink, silence crept into the room as everyone diverted their gaze to her. The surprise on Ethan’s face couldn’t be masked even if he tried. It was more like Rowan spoke his mind. Over the past few weeks that they had been together, he couldn't seem to get her thoughts off his mind, which he tried as much as possible to do. He tried to convince himself that he only got close to her for one thing and he couldn’t want to do otherwise. Then he would find himself asking another time, Was it a crime in giving love a chance? But he always brushed off the thoughts. The room held its breath, and Rowan’s innocent gaze darted between everyone seated from his mom and then landed on Ethan's, who gave him a small smile before he cleared his throat and spoke. “Rowan, your mom and I are just friends, okay? And I like her.” “Did you think mama also...” “Row.!” Fiona quickly snapped out of the daze she was in and cut Row
As much as she tried to shake off the sense of dread settling into her body, she just couldn’t help it. The truth is, she needed to answer the call whether she liked it or not. It could be an emergency or something else. She took a deep breath and slid across her phone screen, then placed it in her ear immediately. Like her usual routine, she waited for the caller to speak first. This was a routine she had always followed when receiving a call from an unknown number.The voice came through. “Hey, dear, ex-wife,” Jackson’s voice sounded rude and annoying. What does he have to say now? Why must he disturb her with calls every damn time? She was here, trying to wrap her head around the mess that had been made with the company's financial record, and here she was, the voice of the person that had haunted her everywhere and almost ripped her off her father’s company. “I feel you need to know this; I’m picking Rowan up from school; he is spending the weekend at my place,” Jackson, with a
While Fiona was driving to Rowan’s school, she decided to call Ethan and tell him about the present situation. Although she doesn’t want to call him at a second thought. She felt if there was anyone that would stop Jackson, it would be him, maybe with his influence. She thought. As Ethan entered the gate, and Jackson's face fell on him, his jaw clenched, and his eyes narrowed into slits. The veins in his neck pulsing visibly as his face contorted into a mask of pure rage. Why was he here with his wife? He thought and forgot the fact that they are divorced. His chest tightened with a pang of jealousy as he watched Ethan approach Fiona and the look on Fiona’s face at the sight of him. He knew who Ethan was, and the fact that all the single ladies in the city wanted Ethan made his anger worse as he thought Fiona wouldn’t be different. Wasn’t he supposed to help her with her family dispute and back off? Why does he have to poke his nose in his family affair? Was something going on bet
Curiosity kills the cat, as they always say. That was what happened to Chloe. Ethan's change of attitude the previous week was something she had yet to wrap her head around, and what happened while they were together sparked suspicion.She followed behind him in her car as Ethan drove out of his apartment. Where he was headed she couldn’t tell, but she had to know who was the ‘Fiona’ that called her man, and he left without thinking twice. The person must be important or so. She thought. As much as she didn’t want to lose Ethan’s car, she still needed to drive carefully to avoid drawing his attention. She leaned back in the car and watched as Ethan hurried out of his car and went inside Maple College. She stepped out shortly after and moved closer to the sturdy fence, which has iron railings at the top and concrete blocks at the bottom, so someone outside would see what was going on inside the school. She stood there and watched as Fiona leaned against Ethan’s body. A wave of jealo
Chloe peeped behind the window blind as soon as she heard Ethan drive in. She watched him step out of the car and approach the door. She returned to the couch and sat down. Ethan went into the house and spoke as soon as he saw Chloe still seated there on the couch; he had left her. “Babe, I’m sorry. It was very important, so I had to go,” he muttered in a pleading tone as he approached the indifference-looking Chloe, who stared at him blankly. Emotion was void in her eyes. Ethan noticed the look in her eyes, and he instantly knew something was wrong. He knew she would be annoyed, so he left her behind. "Babe, it's my client; an emergency occurred, and she needed my help," Ethan added, dispersing the already tense living room.Chloe scoffed in disbelief and spoke. “Ethan, who is Fiona Robinson to you?” She probed with an anger-painted voice. The question hit Ethan like a bolt from the blue. How did she know about Fiona? She really sounded so sure about the name. Did she know what ha
It was exactly two weeks since Ethan saw Jackson with a senior lawyer from his law firm. He had initially wanted to ask Mr. Oliver about his involvement with Jackson, but he decided against it, not wanting to be too forward as he was just seeing them for the first time.Jackson didn’t stop picking Rowan from school every weekend, and there was nothing Fiona would do against it because of the joint custody he leveraged on. Jackson had done everything he could to make Rowan warm up to him, as he already knew that the little boy didn't like him or Alaina.He would take Rowan to different places like amusement parks, zoos, and museums. He would buy him toys, candy, and other treats. He would spend hours playing with Rowan, telling him stories and making him laugh, and Rowan was warming up slowly with him. He was a kid and didn’t know the depth of how much Jackson had hurt his mother, but he saw the way he treated her the last time, and that had made him hate his father.Alaina, while init
The sound of Alaina’s phone jolted her out of sleep as she rubbed her face to clear her sleepy eyes. She reached out for the phone on the side shelf beside her bed. Yawning and covering her mouth with her other hand, she answered the phone. “Hey, why are you calling so late?” She frowned as if the person at the other end could see her face. “I just needed to hear your voice, that’s all,” a deep masculine voice echoed at the other end. She rolled her eyes inwardly. “And what if my husband was home by this time that you called?” She sneered. "Well, you mentioned earlier that he went to his ex-wife's birthday."“Oh,” she yawned slightly. “I totally forgot I did, so, tell me, you didn’t just call to hear my voice, right?” She voiced out her suspicions. ”You caught me.” The caller paused for a moment before continuing speaking again. “It’s about Jackson and his...”“Please hold on." She caught him off, standing up from the bed as she heard the sound of the doorbell. “I think Jackson i
“Miss Chloe, you lost him, and he is now mine!” She said possessively, wrapping her arms around Ethan’s waist, and a smug smile was playing in her lips. Chloe gasped inaudibly and stepped backward. She had thought that Fiona would be annoyed with Ethan if she made her believe Ethan didn’t tell her beforehand that they dated. What Fiona did was the opposite of what she had expected. Fiona, on the other hand, knew what Chloe could be up to. She has had many encounters with her in the past when her father was still the CEO. She knew how mischievous she could be. And if it were to be some months ago that she didn’t know or was afraid of how she was feeling towards Ethan, she would have flared up and left the spot, but right now, she knew what she wanted. She loved him, and she wouldn’t allow any woman to come close to separating them with lies. Ethan at the sametime was shocked, but he was adept at masking his expression with his cold aura. He didn’t know Fiona could be so possessive,
“Hey, Rowan, Daddy is here.” A small smile lit up on his face as he walked closer to them. If the rest of the crowd were closer to where they were, they would have known that Jackson was Fiona's ex-husband, and that was the least she wanted. Jackson was from a low-class family, so he wasn't well-known in the city, and their marriage wasn’t known to anyone. Hearing Jackson’s voice, Fiona spun her head back, as her back was to where he was coming from. She arched her eyebrow, her face twisting into a sneer. She never thought he would be here, and when he arrived with Chloe, she couldn't ask them to leave. It doesn't portray who she was. She spoke as she felt his presence beside her. “Jackson, don’t make a scene here. Respect yourself!” She warned sternly with a cold voice void of emotions, moving away from him to stand beside Ethan. Jackson smiled bitterly, biting hard on his lower lips. “Are you saying coming to meet our son is a scene or a crime?” Jackson countered, his hands cro
With everyone’s gaze fixed on the just-arrived stretched limousine, Chloe and Jackson weren't exceptional. Earlier, Chloe felt very happy to have drawn so much attention to herself as she made her way to the event, but seeing this had gained more attention than she had made a frown crease her forehead. She clutched tightly onto the glass of drink in her hand, and her dangerous gaze was fixed on the door of the limousine. If looks could kill, then Chloe’s gaze would have been the perfect description for ‘a killer look.’ Jackson at the other end looked stupefied, with his jaw slightly hitting the ground. He wasn’t surprised that someone of such significant importance was visiting Fiona’s birthday. But remembering that she was the famous CEO’s daughter, he composed himself. So, who was this person? Just as expected, the driver’s side of the door flung open, and the driver got out to open the first side of the door. After he did, his head dropped down into a full bow and his gaze fixed
Employees from Beckett’s enterprise, Beckett’s retail outlets, Beckett’s plants, and to mention but a few of Fiona’s employees started trooping into the mansion. All dressed in elegance and expensive clothing. Fiona had thought it was supposed to be the employees from only Beckett’s enterprise, but seeing that employees from the other companies were also coming filled her heart with surprise and admiration. Although she hadn’t sent the invite, she knew who did. It was none other than Mia, the social butterfly. They had initially planned to use the living room, but with the numbers, they opted for the spacious open area in the mansion. Everyone coming into the mansion was with one present or the other, and they approached her and gave her their presents. She couldn’t count how many she had received in just a few hours into the events. As her gaze moved around the crowds, chatting and laughing joyfully among themselves, the clinking of glasses would be audible. As much as she was h
Just as Fiona had said. All she needed was sleep. After taking a long night's rest, she was up the next day and left for the company after her driver dropped Rowan off at school. Her birthday was on her mind. She was thinking about whether to celebrate it or not, so she decided to seek Mia’s opinion. “So, Mia, my birthday is in three days' time,” she said, causing Mia to turn around and face her. A huge grin on her face as she spoke with awe. “Oh, really?” Her eyes brightened. Fiona nodded in response. “So, I’m thinking..." She paused and tilted her head to the side. “Celebration?” “Of course we will celebrate it,” Mia responded joyfully. “It would be really fun,” she added with a big smile. Mia was a social butterfly, always seeking out fun and excitement. Fiona, on the other hand, was more reserved, preferring the company of only her friends and family. They were complete opposites."So we're all coming to Robinson Mansion by the weekend, right?" She said it rhetorically, not
Having gotten what he wanted from the spy, Ethan warned him to stay away from him, threatening that anytime he noticed him on his tail, he would regret doing so. The spy with bruises all over his face couldn’t help but nod at him in response. He knew he couldn’t tell Chloe what had happened because she had warned him not to leave any traces and that Ethan was a smart man. He knew that it would be either his salary would be cut or he would even risk losing the job. He decided not to let Chloe know about the mess he had caused. Ethan left in his car and headed to Chloe’s company. Once he got there, the receptionist was stunned to see Ethan Miller face-to-face. Someone she had been dying to meet. Let's just say she was a fan. “Oh my god,” she blushed sheepishly. “Do you mind if I take a selfie with you?” the receptionist asked, attempting to bring out his phone to snap her and Ethan. Ethan gave her a cold smile. “That’s not why I am here." He fixed his cold gaze on her. “I need to se
“Why are you following me!?” Ethan demanded, and disgust dripped out of every word. The spy spat out a mouthful of blood as a result of the hit from Ethan. "It's just a coincidence that we are heading in the same direction. I am not following you,” he answered, not giving in to the physical threat. Ethan dropped him and motioned for the guy in the black suit to take over. He doesn’t like to get physical in public because he wouldn’t want the news that he was assaulting someone to start flying over the internet when they don’t know the root of the matter. The guy grabbed him roughly, pinning him to his car. He smacked him across the face. “Start talking,” he thundered, and he smacked him again and again. “I said I am not following...” Before he could finish his sentence, the guy fist connected to his face. His lips and nose burst such that blood started dripping out of them. “Who are you!?” The guy brought out a g*n and pointed it at his head. Feeling the cold metal in contact wit
“I love you too, Ethan.” Ethan’s heart swelled with Fiona’s response. He felt butterflies dancing in his stomach. It was as if that was the best thing he had heard for a long time. That response meant a lot to him. He felt like he was on cloud nine, bustling with intense excitement. He pulled away from her and held her hands, their eyes locked. He caressed her hand dotingly. They stared at each other in silence.“Do you care for lunch?” He asked, searching into her eyes for answers, and when he saw the indecisiveness in them, he spoke again. “Fiona, don’t say no,” he added with a gentle, and encouraging smile. Fiona felt conflicted; she had turned Mia down just a few minutes ago because she was busy, and now Ethan wanted to take her out. She doesn’t want to decline because of the stress he had gone through to come down to her office, leaving his own personal life. It was the sweetest thing someone would do, and she appreciated it, and the only way to reciprocate was to agree to go