“What are you doing?” the chef asked and I paused with the tea tray in hand.“I thought to take it up for Mrs. Sterling,” I replied with a widened gaze.“You can’t do that. Mr. Evan Sterling left specific instructions on what you are allowed and not allowed to do. You are only to assist me here in the kitchen, and not to serve anyone,” he explained with a raised eyebrow, his dark eyes shining with amusement. I lowered my gaze feeling the heat of embarrassment burn my cheeks. Evan must have made it too clear that my supposed employment in his parent's house was just a visage. That is if the promise ring on my engagement finger was not clear enough. “I just thought maybe I could help Mabel—”“No, she knows her duty and would soon come to take the tea upstairs. If you feel the need to help anyone, help me, peel some potatoes,” he insisted.“Okay,” I said and walked behind the industrial-sized Island table to do as he asked. The sound of the door to the kitchen opening made me raise my e
“Y - yes, sir,” I said in barely a whisper. “Good. I have a friend -- a business partner, who could make all these go away. But he wants something in return. He wants to secure our legacy by having my son marry his daughter,” he said, pausing to assess me intently. I pressed my lips together to prevent them from trembling and folded my arms against my chest with a lack of what to do with them. My heart grew heavy and tightened painfully in my chest. I wasn’t stupid I knew where this was going. The payment for my school was a payoff. Edward Sterling was trying to pay me off to let Evan go. A tremor raked through me and tears welled in my eyes. The sheer thought of a future without him made me feel like I was withering inside.“This … friend has the money and connection to bail us out of this mess. But you can imagine my shock when I told Evan and he refused my friend’s offer. He refused to see reason and all because of you,” he said, got up, and came to stand a few feet away from me.
My eyes were blurred with tears and snot was streaming down my nose as I ran out of the Sterling’s building and into the pouring rain. It was just my blasted luck that it was raining or perhaps it was a good thing. The sky was dark and the rain made it hard for me to run as fast as I could have managed but it also hindered my pursuers. I imagined I must be quite a sight, running in the rain with nothing but my underwear and clutching a letter opener dripping with blood. A hand grabbed me from behind and I swung around with the letter opener slashing the skin it came in contact with. A loud grunt rented the hair and I kicked the big man in the groin just like Evan had taught me and he went down on the paved path, groaning in pain. I didn’t stop to look back. I couldn’t tell if it was the man that I had stabbed in the study or if more of Mr. Edward Sterling's bodyguards were after me now. I ran into the woods, hoping my knowledge of the grounds would help my escape. I knew I could
I have this uneasy feeling dampening my spirit all day. I hated that my father came up with a last-minute errand that made it impossible for me to keep my promise to Estera. And the fact that I have been trying to reach her all day to no avail made me quite apprehensive. It was not only Estera that wasn't taking my calls. My mother too has refused to speak with me. I was a bundle of nerves by the time the driver sent me to pick me up and parked the car in front of the main building. I exited the car and marched inside purposefully. I was not surprised to see my father waiting for me in the foyer. "Good evening, sir," I greeted automatically, clenching my teeth. I just knew something was wrong. I could feel it to my very core. A frown pulled the skin on my forehead when I saw he had a Band-Aid at the top of his left eye, cutting across his eyebrow. And the eye itself was bloodshot. I didn't ask if he was alright or how he got such a dangerous cut so close to his eye. I didn't care. I
"Who was the girl in the video?" I asked, leveling a cold gaze at him. I doubt it was possible for me to hate anyone more than I hated my father right now. Hearing what he did to Estera got me quite homicidal but still, I kept it locked in, otherwise, I would kill him. "Some whore--" he said, looking away. "I see … Why did you take her clothes off? Were you going to rape her and video it?" I asked."I got upset!""It would not do you any good to lie to me at this stage, Edward--""Stop calling me that! I am your father!""Answer me! Why the hell did you take her clothes off?""I was going to let Seth fuck her!" "I don't believe you. I bet you wanted to fuck her. A guaranteed assurance to keep her away from me. Wasn't that the plan, father?" I said, using the word father as an insult."And what if I did! She was a whimpering kid who had clouded your head and was going to make you fuck us all!""Thank you for the truth … That's all I came for,” I said and turned away. "You and your
"I introduced her to you because I trusted you to help me take care of my woman while I was away. I brought her into that house, thinking I had an ally. But I was wrong. I made a terrible mistake trusting you. And you stab me, your son, your only son, in the back, and for what? I actually appreciate Edward now. He never hid who he was. He is scum and he made sure I knew it. But you, mother… You knew the truth about Estera, you were part of the plan to screw me over. And you let me think -- for all these years -- that my Estera was a fucking whore who got paid off. You did that to me. And I rewarded you for it. I stripped Edward of his shares and left yours to you. I brought you into my home to live with me, and provided for all your needs, and every day you watched me live in this shell of a body and you kept mute. You, mother, are far worse than Edward." I stood up and slipped my hands into the pockets of my trousers, watching her cry silently, and for the first time, her suffering
"Oh, my God those people are evil!" Ameera exclaimed. "I can't believe they did that to you!" Ashley interjected."I’ve always told you guys, that rich people are weird," I said, trying to make light of the situation. Reliving that period of my life wasn't easy. I had since buried it deep inside me. And would have sworn it had dimmed in my memory. But I was wrong. Speaking about it brought all the emotions welling inside me, making me remember the intense love I shared with Evan and the pain of losing him. I crossed my arms over my chest, feeling vulnerable. "Now it made sense why you kept Dr. Hottie at arm's length…." Ameera said."And why you kept your maiden name!" Ashley said, giving me an empathetic gaze."Maiden name?" I repeated."Why are you looking like that? Didn't it ever occur to you to add your husband's name to your name?" Ashley asked."You never did a change of name?" Ameera said."Whoa, what are you two talking about?" I said, letting out a peel of nervous laughter.
I was scared. I was scared shitless. The very thought of seeking Evan out after everything frightened me. And so I put it off and kept procrastinating. Ashley and Ameera encouraged me to get it over with, but they didn't understand. If I seek him out, we will have to talk extensively and I will ask him why he didn't come after me, and even though he told me in that hotel room that he loves me, I was scared of the stack reality of our journey. He married the woman his father wanted him to marry after I left. He went on with his life. His mother knew where I was for all that time at Harvard, so he should have known too, but still, he didn't come for me, not once, not even a letter. I'm not going to lie. That hurt like hell even far more than what his parents did to me. Because I had expected it. I had expected him to come for me and he never did. Maybe whatever he felt for me wasn’t as strong as I imagined and my marital status was just some clerical mistake. I just didn’t want to pro
“I do not want to hear about your sexual escapades, Evan Sterling!” she said through gritted teeth, still glowering at me. I made her widen her legs for me as I fit myself in between her legs. The dress she wore had ridden up, giving me the chance to place my hands over her naked thighs. “After you, I didn’t want anybody else. I was obsessed with making sure you stayed mine,” I said, stroking her naked thighs. Her eyes softened. I leaned over and pressed a kiss to her lips. “I had had time to think about my reactions, and now, I know when Edward showed me that video, I accepted it to be true as a result of my experience, but I walked to the chalet to get confirmation from you. But of course, you weren’t there, and I didn’t come after you because I was scared to confirm it. So, deep inside me when I accepted that you had fucked my father for money. I didn’t believe it. Otherwise, I would never have had sex with you when I saw you at Jacob’s bachelor’s party. For me to believe it, I
I felt Estera's hand slowly slip into mine as we drove through the Sterling Estate gate. I opened my hand wide, giving her room to interlace her fingers with mine. She leaned across from the passenger seat to rest her head against my shoulder and I stopped the car so I could reach for her. Cupping the side of her face, I made her lift and crane her neck to receive my kiss. I pressed my lips against her forehead then her lips. Kissing her slowly as if we have all the time in the world. She let out a shaky breath when I let her go, gazing lovingly into my eyes. "Don't be scared. Nothing or no one here can hurt you ever again. I need us both to put this to rest. We had an amazing time here, on this ground and I want us to take that back. Separate it from the nightmare that came after. I hate this place…." "Evan…" she whispered, raising her hand to cup my chin. I let out a soft chuckle. "I need to let him stay buried and not continue to hurt us…to hurt me. Please," I said. She nodde
Evan had prepared a special table for my aunt, his mother, and Mary Antoinette Dallas. My aunt—I could see–-had rescued Ashley and Ameera and had taken charge of our boys and when we approached the table I saw four men in black suits, hovering close to my aunt Sophia and the boys. I gave Evan a side glance but his eyes were held forward. Lowering my gaze, I saw how the men monitored the boys' every move and let out a sigh. Evan was quite serious about our children’s safety and with the look of it, it seemed he couldn’t even take a risk when they were with family. Mary Antoinette Dallas beamed at me. I gave her a warm smile, pretty glad the other woman was much better despite the ravaging chemo after her surgery. I had thought she might resent me a little when she found out about Evan’s duplicity in regards to his marriage to her but the woman took it in her stride. With Charlotte Sterling's help, she went back home to pay her last respite to her mother and bury the tortured soul. I h
I have indeed come a long way to be wearing a 30 million dollar diamond embellished bridal gown, and an equally sparkling tiara that contained about 2,000 tiny cut diamonds. I was almost afraid to move. But the very sight of the tall, broad-shouldered, handsome man, waiting with the bluest intense eyes in the front of the room drew me forward. Evan -- was breathtaking! He wore the traditional black tuxedo with a white undershirt but with a custom-made hand-printed silk scarf, knotted with two loops in the form of a bow tie around his collar. However, there was nothing traditional about the price tag. He went all out for this wedding anniversary slash renewal of wedding vows. My heart skipped a beat at the knowledge that this beautiful man was all mine and he loved me with all his heart and soul. The lighting of the cathedral was dimmed and as I moved the light shined off the diamonds, creating a wonderful sparkle. I let out a shaky breath and my aunt Sophia looped an arm to mine, l
I doubt anyone was as happy as I was to know Cole Foster was doing fine. Now I can breathe easily. Being without Estera and my boys these past few days has not been easy for me. I was constantly checking my phone and seemed impatient in my dealings.Edward's funeral was a private one. I had figured only my mother and I would be present with the minister, of course, and a few chosen staff, but then Estera's aunt had shown up. An act that got my mother pretty emotional.I never did pay much attention to the relationship between the two women in the past. I knew now they were closer than just an employer and employee and I was glad someone was there for my mother other than me. I figured Mary Antoinette would like to be present for her mother's funeral and had Antony buried immediately. I heard no one showed not even his employees. That showed the kind of man the fucker was. Aside from handling all the burial arrangements, I was also keeping taps on Gaius’ case. Estera’s parents’ lawyers
“I’m sorry … I should have known better and gotten help--” “Don’t apologize. It wasn’t your fault. I am just glad you weren’t taken from us—” “Please, tell me Doctor Benjamin and Doctor Rasheed got off unhurt,” he said. “They are fine — traumatized, but fine,” I replied. “Thank God. What happened to Edward Sterling?” “He died … the police killed him when they discovered their men weren’t responding to their radio call anymore.” “Shit. I tried to help them. He didn’t let me.” “You could have bled to death too if Evan hadn’t risked speaking with Edward to make him let you, Ashley and Ameera go.” “He must feel like hell … I know I would. Having a man like that as a father must be tough.” “He is happy you are alright—” I said. He sighed. “Where is he now?” “In Charlestown … helping his mother take care of Edward, Antony, and Anastasia Dallas’ burial arrangements--” “Shit! She didn’t make it?” “No…” “Her daughter?” “Mary Antoinette is responding to treatment, although she is
I stood back from the grave unable to contain the anguish filling me up inside. It was pretty intense and it felt like I was drowning in it. My eyes stayed glued to the name on the headstone although unseeing. I was completely blinded by tears.“Estera Roberts, I am so sorry for your loss…” a familiar voice said from my right and I raised my eyes to meet the older woman’s gaze. Mrs. Pincushion, my homeroom teacher, peered down at me with sorrow-filled eyes. A deep frown furrowed my eyebrows. Something doesn’t feel right. Why the hell would the petite woman be at this funeral? Wait… whose funeral is this?!”“Roberts?” Cole's familiar husky tone called me. I jerked my gaze away from Mrs. Pincushion and my eyes opened and I found myself in a dim-lit room. The beep--beep sound of the heart monitor reminded me I was in the hospital room, lying next to Cole on the bed. I sat up, rubbing my hands over my face.“Shit!” I muttered, realizing it was a mere dream. I let out a sigh. It was a no-b
The gunshot sounds weren’t coming from down the building but up, that was how I knew it must be from Edward’s ward. My heart pounded, hoping he hadn’t done something stupid to worsen his case. I had no idea where my mother was, but I knew she was in the building. I put a call through to her and her phone rang and rang but she didn’t answer. I clenched my jaw, finding my way up the flight of stairs. On getting to the floor before the one my father was on, I saw men in black trousers and white shirts with gun holsters around their waists gingerly going up the stairs. I assumed they were part of the men sent to watch Edward. “What’s going on up there?” I asked one. He threw me a hurried gaze and his eyes settled on my bandaged arm and shoulder. “You shouldn’t be here. This place is sealed we have a hostage situation—”“Is the aggressor Edward Sterling?” I asked. He stopped to give me his full attention. “I didn’t catch your name, sir?”“Evan … Evan Sterling,” I said. A deep frown fur
One of the kitchen staff brought them to my office shortly after. I thanked her and gave her a tip. Closing the door, I placed the food on the coffee table and went to make coffee for Evan, placing the mug beside his plate, I went to press a kiss to the side of his lips, placing a hand over his forehead to be certain he wasn't running a temperature. “Baby?” I called. “Mmm … love you waking me with a kiss,” he muttered. I giggled. “Get up, sleepy head, and come eat, so you can take your antibiotics.”“Yes, ma’am,” he said and got up, towering over me. Without heels, I was quite aware I must look like some midget beside him. He first went to plant kisses on the twins' forehead and cheeks, causing them to laugh before straightening his spine to gaze down at them with loving eyes. I reached for his good arm, urged him to the sofa, made him sit down and gestured to him to serve himself and eat. “Where did you get all these so early?” he asked.“Hospital food … but for the doctors,”