They got to the police station a bit late because of traffic that they had not expected. Ophelia was shocked to see her dad still waiting for them, even though he hated those who came late for things."You are here," Carter said, trying to hold himself from grilling them about coming late."So sorry we are late; we were stuck in traffic for quite some time." Ophelia apologized immediately before her dad could make a big deal out of it. She had seen a lot of people lose out because they had been late to appointments with her dad. It was one of the things he never tolerated."It is fine; traffic can happen." Ophelia could not help the shock that climbed her face. Her father understood them? Was that possible?"Dad?" she asked, stepping forward so she could look at his face properly. "Are you sick?" she asked because that would be the only explanation that made sense; it had to be that he had been diagnosed with some kind of illness and it was making him change so much."What nonsense ar
"Let us go; I will treat you two to lunch," Carter said as they stepped out of the police station. Ophelia looked at her father; she moved closer to him and pressed her face forward. She was tempted to check his pulse as well as her temperature but stopped herself because of the eyes around them."You would treat us to lunch?" she asked, stepping back because of the glare that her father had on his face."That is just what I said," Carter said, and she nodded."Dad, if anything is going on, you need to tell me immediately or my mind will wander too far and I will think about things I should not," Ophelia said with a concerned look on her face."What is so strange about me treating my daughter and her husband to lunch?" Carter asked. Ophelia was overreacting; if anyone else heard her, they would think he had never bought her a meal in his life."You mean to tell me that you are taking at least an extra hour out of your busy Saturday to buy us a meal?" Ophelia followed. Cade tugged on h
"Dad!" Ophelia exclaimed, her cutlery falling from her hand to the plate in front of her."Can't I ask my son-in-law that?" Carter asked, turning to Cade and then to Ophelia with a shrug."Why would you ask him that?""Isn't that why he married you?" Carter asked. "To become the chairman, so I am wondering what is taking so long.""My grandfather had more...""Stop there," Ophelia said, cutting him off before he could say anything more. "You do not have to explain anything to him.""Ophelia, stay out of this," Carter said before gesturing to Cade to explain."My grandfather's first requirement for the position was that I get married.""Which was why you got together with my daughter?" Carter asked. Ophelia was shocked that it took her father this long to speak about it. He was not deceived by their petty tricks at all. He still knew that they were together, mostly for business benefits."Yes, sir, but recently, due to new policies, grandfather is saying that we need to have children b
"Why did you do that?" Cade asked Ophelia, who had been pacing the floor of the house for ten minutes since they arrived. "Do what?" she asked, pretending not to understand what he was talking about. "Do what is making you as worried as you are right now," Cade replied. "Worried?" she asked, coming to sit beside him. "I am not worried; why would I be?" she asked, tapping one leg to the ground as it shook violently. "Tell that to your violent, shaky legs and wrung-up fingers." His hands rested on her leg so gently that it stopped immediately.She turned to him, and as if she were smiling, she bent her head and ran her hand through her hair multiple times; it was all over her head. "Why did I do that?" she whispered. "Exactly why did you do that? I was okay with taking the heat. I guess with your promotion coming up I will have to answer the question more often than I thought.""Do you think so?" Ophelia raised her head to catch a glimpse of his face. The expression on his face was
"What are you doing?" Ophelia murmured softly as she slipped from underneath him and stood looking at him as he maintained the same posture from earlier."I am just trying to tell you that you should not open Pandora's box if you would not be able to handle it," he said and she shook her head."Wait, let me get this straight.""Get what straight?" he asked, straining his back and sitting like he was being invited. His legs together and his hands on them."The facts," she said, trying to keep her voice down. Luckily for them, the staff had left the house, and they were supposed to call them over if they needed their meal to be prepared. Ophelia was sure, however, that she was not going to go to call them just yet; she needed to clarify what was going on with them."What facts?""Just a minute, let me gather my thoughts," he nodded and rested in the chair, waiting for what she would say. "So you do not believe in love right?""I told you this from the beginning, I do not," he answered,
"Why did I not think about helping him?" Ophelia asked as she got to her room door. She decided to drop off the bag in the room and then get back to the kitchen to help him. She might not be able to tell him that she liked him or be in a relationship with him, but at least they could act like a couple for the public, and they could be friends too. "Let me help you, sir," she heard a voice come from the kitchen, and it was unfamiliar to her. She wondered who it was. "There is no need for that." Cade's voice was firm and off-putting. "But sir, you are doing our work as staff, and we feel bad because since we got here we barely have any work to do," the girl said. Ophelia wanted to burst into the room and make the flirting girl uncomfortable, but she was also curious as to how Cade was going to handle the situation. "And shouldn't you be happy about it?" Cade asked. It made sense that a person would feel okay with receiving pay without working, so why was she complaining? Did she nee
The light in the club was low but blinding, Cade looked around trying to soak in the face of everyone there. This was his last night at Starlit Haven. He had spent the last six years of his life studying and partying so hard, that he could not believe it was finally over and that he had to return home. He had taken early admissions because the school offered admission to those less than eighteen years of age. He had gotten in with his brains and family influence when he was just sixteen years old and had spent the next few years completing his bachelor's degree and two master's degrees in business management. He was adamant and determined to take over his family’s company. He was twenty-three now and this was finally his escape from all the studying he had to do. He was a regular at this club and he always loved it here, there were always girls to pick up, especially those who willingly threw themselves at him because of his wealth. Yes, his family back home in Rosewood City were in
Ophelia lied but only because she did not see the need to let him know her real identity. She went to chill around there but it was not the same campus and every time she wanted to party hard she left her campus and travelled all the way to party. “Toria,” he said as though he was testing the name on his tongue. “Toria” he said again and this time his tone was telling her that he liked it. “That is a pretty name for a pretty girl like you” he said in a way of complimenting her. “Oh really?” she asked pushing herself forward and slowly taking her hand off his grip. She was used to men swimming around her because of her looks. She smiled briefly and it was suddenly replaced with a frown.“I have to say that is such a nineties thing to say” she added which made him shift uncomfortably in his seat. “Just joking” she finished raising her hand in the air.He took a deep breath and forced his teeth to show through a small smile, she was giving this off-putting air to him. “Should we have s