Dylan and Sandra’s wedding night “Sir, per the hotel rules, you have to hand over your phones before getting there,” the driver said politely, Dylan and Sandra frowned and Sandra retorted, “What? No way.” The driver was a little nervous, as this was the most difficult part of all. Pressing his lips together, he said seriously, “Well, you will not be allowed entry. The special honeymoon package is to make sure that partners engage each other in self-centered talks about themselves and their partners to build their relationship,” the driver said, not sure if he made sense but relaxed when he heard their next question. “When can we have it?” Dylan asked in a depressed tone. The driver smiled broadly and responded, “Tomorrow. When I come to take you home. I don’t think the people in front of your house would sleep there. We can get inside when they are away,” he spoke assuringly to them. Dylan took Sandra’s phone from her and added his before giving it to the driver since they inde
“Sandra what is wro…” Dylan wanted to ask what was wrong when he saw the movement of the insects in the plate, paused, as his eyes widened, and rather asked, “What is that?” He could not remain on the floor because one of the cockroaches was already headed his way, forcing him to jump to his feet. “Don’t just stand there do something about these cockroaches,” Sandra yelled, pushing the plate away and rising to her feet where she kept jumping and driving, the cockroaches away. Seeing them scattered all over the room, Dylan hissed, “Holy shit. Where is your shoe?” He asked. “Use yours,” Sandra said, her hands all over her body, driving away the cockroaches. Dylan used his shoe to kill the cockroaches and decided to call room service to send a janitor and also to chastise them but there was no telephone connection. At this juncture, he was beginning to wonder if this was the room Maeve booked for their honeymoon. It was just unlike her but when he recalled the poor décor at the
Cough! Cough! Dylan could not believe it until his eyes darted to both Maeve and Gabriel’s ring fingers and upon closer look, the hickeys were not hidden. “You married him?” His tone was a blend of anger and betrayal. Sandra was so shocked; she lifted her head. “They are both wearing a ring. When did they get married?” Dylan felt pain like never before. He was hoping to beg Maeve to give him a second chance, as he was planning to dump Sandra but it seemed that Gabriel won after all. It was just like when Maeve divorced Gabriel and agreed to marry him. If only he had been smarter in everything, especially with Sandra. They should have ended their relationship throughout the times Dylan was trying to get married to Maeve. How could he have known that Maeve would outsmart them with something so unpredictable? Dylan did not realize it until a tear dropped from his eyes. Maeve smiled and asked, “Where are your phones? I was wondering why you both missed our wedding.” Dylan was
“It’s true, she bought him a car.” Sandra gawked at the Rolls Royce Boat Tail with envy, of how Maeve spent so much just to make Gabriel happy. All along, Sandra thought that Gabriel would rather be the one spoiling Maeve but it was the opposite. Maeve had shifted all her generosity to Gabriel and it was very painful for Sandra to bear. Dylan was equally pained but also angry. “All along, she was counter-attacking us. Her money was never invested as she said. We messed up, Sandra, this car should have rightfully been mine,” Dylan’s expression sank. He should have known that there was a problem when Maeve stopped being so generous to him. “And her father’s mansion would have equally been mine,” Sandra spoke in a covetous tone before asking, “How did she know?” “It doesn’t matter anymore. We just have to get a lot of money and run away,” Dylan said with conviction. The only advantage he thought to have over Gabriel was Maeve but now that he lost Maeve, he was afraid of what Gab
A few hours later “I insist it’s not a good idea for us to keep them in the company,” Reginald said seriously. Gabriel and Maeve were having dinner with her parents, Reginald and Cynthia. After explaining everything to Reginald, he was still furious and could not allow both Dylan and Sandra to work with the Cambridges. “Dad, it’s the only way we can get them to go to prison. The only person who can testify that they were responsible for the plane crash is in a coma so this is our only chance,” Gabriel added his voice to what Maeve had told her father. Reginald trusted him more concerning Sandra and Dylan, for which reason he was beginning to make the consideration. “And you want me to promote Sandra?” He asked seriously, trying to get a better understanding of everything and Gabriel gave him a nod. “Precisely.” Dinner was great because Gabriel advised Maeve to hold on until they had finished eating. At the moment, they were only discussing under glasses of wine. “Maeve is th
“Is she willing to go with you?” Ethan pursed his lips thoughtfully before he answered, hoping that Gabriel would help to put in a word for him. “That is another problem and the reason why I was waiting for you to come and talk to her.” “What exactly happened?” Gabriel asked, not comfortable with this strange thing. “Nothing. She is an interesting girl and I like her a lot. Look, I want to start something with her but she has never been in any relationship before so I want to take things slow but I don’t think that long distance would help. I want her by my side,” Ethan explained. He understood that Hannah was a special girl and was not like any girl he ever dated or married but Gabriel was concerned about his busy life in San Francisco since the only things that brought Ethan to him were heartbreaks. This was the only time that a joyful occasion brought them together. He was concerned for his best friend and wanted him to be happy but he was equally concerned for his special m
At the showroom, Doreen was attending to an early customer when a sophisticated woman walked in. One of the sales girls went to attend to her but she refused, saying, “I want her to attend to me,” Pointing at Doreen. A frown lined Doreen’s face, discerning that her day was not going to be good as soon as she saw the new customer, Dexter’s ex. Sue did not want anyone else except Doreen to attend to her which meant that she either wanted to have a talk with her or cause trouble for her. Doreen was ready for both. “She’s already attending to another customer,” the sales girl said to Sue, not wanting to miss out on the commission. Sales at the Scott Automobiles have been so booming and ninety percent of clients who walked in, walked out with a car of their choice or something better. Some also did not get what they wanted but something within their budget. “Then I will wait,” Sue insisted, going around and checking the cars in the showroom. She was patient enough to wait until D
Maeve smiled at the way Gabriel was handling the situation and the way Sue looked like a lost sheep wearing designer clothes. “You heard me and you slapped her first so, will you buy the car or should I press charges against you?” Gabriel asked coldly. He knew that Doreen must have slapped Sue because the latter slapped her first, knowing that Doreen would not be the first to release a slap.At the same time, a familiar person walked into the showroom. His presence gave Sue hope and she asked him, “Dexter, thank goodness you are here. Can you explain to Mr. Scott that it was just a misunderstanding?” She already guessed that Doreen had informed Dexter for which reason he was there, and put it that way but Dexter’s cold glare was on the same level with that of Gabriel, as Sue began to tremble from it. “A what?” Dexter snarled. “You slap my fiancé and call it a misunderstanding?” He asked calmly before turning to Gabriel, “Mr. Scott, are you pressing charges or should I do so?”