“Isn't that the darn thing?” Francess like others had spotted it easily, and laying there was Maria's diamond earring. “So it was never stolen but carelessly misplaced.” One of the ballet dancers mumbled, and Maria was frozen. The female guard had to walk over there and pick it up. It matched perfectly with the one Tessa plucked ruthlessly from Maria's right ear. The brown-haired lady refused to gaze at any and went hellishly quiet. Possibly, she would remain so for a while, and Klaus scoffed. “Won't an apology be rendered?” He uttered loud enough for Maria to hear, and Tessa responded instead. “Fuck that. Can we please return to our purpose of being here? Time is wasting, Mr. Klaus.” Visibly, she wanted to leave at the appointed time, and he instantly understood her reason. She surely didn't inform Doreen of this tryout, and perhaps wanted to keep it a secret from him. Klaus would gladly help. “Of course. Back to the room, please.” The ballet dancers and Klaus made their way b
Exhaustion was sneered boldly on that beautiful face of hers, but at the sight of Doreen, a wide smile crept up her lips. “Good evening.”“Evening.” He expected an embrace but Tessa tiredly plumped her head on his chest. It was so relaxing, and he heard her sigh out. “How was work?” He questioned, stroking her hair, and she hesitated to respond. She distastes lying to the ones she loved yet had to in this case unless her secret would be out. It just had to wait a bit more. “Same as always but kind of too hectic. And… Doreen!” Tessa laughed out once her feet departed from the floor. He scooped her off the ground, and now in his arms, kissed her forehead deeply. “Then Tessa Rashford, allow me to treat you specially today, and for the rest of your life.” He uttered sweetly, and she laughed again.“Okay, Doreen Williams. I'm all yours.” She placed her left palm on his cheek then drew in for a kiss.It was a brief one and afterward, he began ascending the staircase. At that moment,
“Dear, what's the matter? Tell me, please. You returned home last night and refused to even look either your mother or me in the eye. Did something bad happen at the tryouts, huh? You can always talk to me, Francess.”Killian spoke softly while stroking her lengthy brown hair. She remained still in his arms for some seconds before sitting upright. Balls of tears were already streaming down her cheeks, and he quickly wiped them away with his thumbs. “Francess, crying so early in the morning isn't going to do you any good.” He declared gently, and she bopped her head lightly. He patiently waited for over a minute before Francess began to speak. “Lloyd Williams invited me to their family dinner this evening.”Killian's eyes lightened in glee instantly, and he smiled widely. “That's great news! There you might be introduced as Doreen's…”“Doreen's betrothed. I know but…but Father, he doesn't like me! I became a ballet dancer majorly because of him, yet he doesn't give two fucks about
The only sounds that could be heard were that of silver wares clashing with one another as breakfast was consumed that morning. Robert Willams, and his family, could be seen eating. He was the first to conclude his meal, and as one of the maids who stood at a corner came to pack his dirty dishes, he spoke. “I do hope you know indecency won't be allowed at dinner today, Tony.” Robert's voice was stern as hell, and disgust was laced thinly in it. It always has and shall forever be, whenever he spoke to his son; one he was so very much ashamed to call his own, Tony. The brown-eyed male who shockingly was the sole man in the Williams lineage that doesn't possess green eyes paused in his meals and gazed at his father. As always, Robert's eyes portrayed unending disappointment in him, and Tony gulped down emptiness. “I… I do Father."“He isn't worried about you — that mannerless being you call a girlfriend. Caution her on her dressing.” Valentine added rashly as she glared at him. Wh
An hour or so had already elapsed into noon, and the first son of the Williams family was expected to be getting dressed or something. But Robert wasn't even in W Estate anymore. The tires of his dark Rolls-Royce halted at the penthouse of his younger brother, Lloyd. Some strands of his partially gray hair dangled across the peculiarly charming face of a man his age. His expensive leather shoes advanced closer to the massive house, and with just a simple knock, a maid shortly answered the door. “Ma-Master Robert, greetings!” She bowed respectfully, and he stepped in without uttering a word. He gazed around, and the emptiness of the living room but slight noises emanating from the stairs spelled a lot. “That fucker.” Robert gritted before rushing towards the staircase and then ascending it.The unholy sounds became louder with each step taken toward the last door in the hallway. It was slightly opened, and thoughtlessly, Robert kicked it. As the door widened, the two figures fu
“I think you aren't taking this seriously.” Sophia folded her arms over her chest, and her vexed pout was adorable. “Will you please stop with that? Your lips look like the snort of a pig” Klaus snarled, and the brown-haired's eyes flared in rage. “Tessa's going to be okay. She's with me!” He sounded so boastful, and Sophia's glare got Tessa chuckling. These two were something else, and she drew closer to Sophia. She held her hands, then stretched her lips into a reassuring smile. “I am serious about this dinner. If I'm not, I won't be able to be with Doreen; my life would be practically over then!” Sophia giggled cutely, and so did Tessa. “But Francess' my friend — I'm worried about her, and Doreen will understand. He's asleep, and I don't want to disturb him. I'll come back quickly, Sophia."*The drive to W Estate had begun roughly about ten minutes ago, and her conversation with Klaus became more intriguing with every second passing by. Klaus was amusing to be around and wa
“Stay back! A place like the Manor won't be infected by fucking a pauper's presence!” That harsh utterance of words elicited from no one's lips other than Maria.In front of the beautiful penthouse that belonged to Lloyd Williams, a red G-Wagon, and a posh dark limousine were parked in front of it. Already occupying the driver's seat of the limo was a well-dressed chauffeur, and at the back was the second son of Charlie Williams, and Maria.The classy car parked behind it had a chauffeur, and also… Francess D'Arcy.“I understand, Young Mistress.” The red-haired maid Octavia bowed decorously, and in the next instant, the tires of the expensive cars drove out of the compound.Octavia's eyes caught a glimpse of the beautiful brown-haired lady seated at the back. The silk frontal bangs of her hair did shield her eyes, but not her tears.The maid surely saw them, and it heightened her suspicion about Francess. About everything entirely.Since she accompanied Maria to the ballet tryouts th
The richest couple throughout Europe were dressed so exquisitely that Mary failed to control her jaw from dropping in shock. It wasn't too surprising they knew Charlie Williams but…But their presence was so unexpected. “Elias!” Charlie arose from his seat and went to the refined couple. A friendly hug was shared between him and Beth, while a handshake to Elias. All were already on their feet to welcome them, and Doreen surprisingly was already walking towards the door. Elias noticed his drawing presence and so did his wife. Both were already smiling. They had yet to even lodge at a hotel or anything but came here straight once their private jet landed. Charlie did invite them, and they nearly declined it but remembered his youngest son, Doreen, was in a relationship with Tessa. Coming to this dinner would grant them the opportunity of reuniting with her, and also led to the introduction of their possible son-in-law. But…“I'd like to be excused, please.” His words were polite,