Returning to France was supposed to be knowing himself more. But he earned the worse instead. Without a clear direction of who he is. Without the idea of how he can fight for Essi.
Now Essi is angry at him. He also blames himself for being silent in the dining room. He rather let his jealousy stand in his way. His eyes were just on Essi’s arm, being held by Victor in the attempt to stop her from fighting with Corrine.
His short words were supposed to make him a hero in Essi’s eyes. But she was rather angry. Who would not? He should have told her about this reality that he tried denying in himself. That the Mercators, especially his aunts, uncles, and grandpa already met with the Doltos. Dr. Eugene was not there. The principal on the attempt for a new marriage arrangement was Dr. Eugene’s father.
Perhaps, Essi was also angry at Oneil for not telling her that the reason how he and Geovensia got closer was because of the arrangement. He should hav
Oneil’s offer was a little confusing. Nevertheless, Gwyneth couldn’t deny that it was one of Oneil’s brave moments. He was able to negotiate with their grandpa. Grant Mercator was the exact opposite of Arlelle Paulsson although they never had a sufficient interaction to begin comparing them. But ever since Oneil and Gwyneth knew Essi’s grandfather, they couldn’t help but notice how Grant Mercator could have done better on being their family. But she had not guts to say these things. Especially when the guests are around and they are tailing on Oneil. They knew his story, despite the wonder how it reached them. They had liked them even more. For he has become a servant before. But now, a leader. On the other side, Oneil remained courteous on being hospitable to them. Albeit, his heart is not at ease. All the things that he have learned about his life do not matter anymore. Upon hearing the riches he has and what kind of reputation is attached to his person, he cannot help but
Hi! This is Ane Daniels.Please bear with the recent updates I had.Three of the latest chapters (supposed to be 77, 78, 79) had conflicts. I had to deal on editing it out. It may appear that these chapters are doubled. But trust me, the latest one should be new and they have different contents.Chapter 77 is titled "LXXVII. Seize"Chapter 78 is "LXXVIII. Fight Like Riley"andChapter 79 is "LXXIX. Strengths"I already made some revisions but please wait for these new versions to be available. You may kindly refresh this book later to also receive the new versions.Minnasan, arigatou gozaimashita!With love,Ane
Ever since that unpleasant dinner, Essi does not know how she can approach Geovensia. Is she angry at her for quarreling against Corrine? She should have told her. Geovensia is unlike any of Essi’s friends who would suppress their issues quietly. She would uncover it to solve. Especially if the other party needed it. Essi tried heading to her flat and knocked on her door. Minutes passed but there was no response. But Essi patiently waited. She carefully checks her present for Geovensia before knocking again. The door opened slightly. Geovensia’s sleepy countenance came out. Upon recognizing Essi, she felt awakened by cold waters. “Why are you here?” she asked. “Just wanna see how you are doing.” Geovensia reluctantly let her in. Essi was surprised to see the inside unit slightly messed up. There were worn clothes upon the couch. The kitchen can clearly be seen from the living. There, opened cans of sodas and ready meals are left indisposed. Geovensia’
Oneil and Gwyneth have thought about visiting Geovensia because they knew that Esssi was heading to her flat. But they didn’t imagine seeing them arguing. Gwyneth could only be impressed at how the two ladies tried to reconcile before things might get worse. They were all awkward still. But Geovensia proceeded to break the silence. “Now I see why you resigned from Willoughby,” Gwyneth said. “So coach, how do you support yourself now given that you don’t have work anymore? “I have a separation fee. And it is enough for aiding my startup.” Gwyneth wanted to ask why did the two of them fight. But Oneil prevented her. “Can I borrow Essi for a while?” Oneil asked. Geovensia was amused at how Oneil pleaded. “So this is why you brought some food.” “Gwyneth can also help you while Essi is not around. We just have some things to do.” Essi didn’t join their conversation. But before she could protest, Oneil had already taken her away. She
Beneath the pounding rain, Essi could finally let out how she was still trembling until now. She cannot make an illusion to herself to make that incident less terrifying in her mind. While she stood hardhearted in front of Oneil and Grant Mercator, she wanted to cry out loud in fear. She was never strong to fight against men who were armed with guns and readiness to hurt her. She was unlike those fearless girls portrayed in movies. The sight of her skin injured from the garden fence as Oneil and her ran away from the men made her feel weaker. She glanced at her hand and it is shaking. The phone is ringing, trying to be still alive against the raindrops. Oneil is calling her. What if Oneil and her got injured? No matter how she projects herself to be emotionless, she cannot deny how it affected her. It feared her to imagine the bullets war against her chest. She ignored his call. She knows that Oneil will keep on asking why she did it. Essi, herself, does not know why. Why di
Who knew that privilege could be an offense too? And no matter how Essi would spend it wisely, she is still to be seen as evil. For the stereotypical narrative has put her in this manner, that every thing is easy to her but at the expense of others. Corrine and Essi are in the same line. Maybe that’s why Corrine didn’t lose face to meet Oneil again in their house. For favors are on her, just like it happened to Essi. When someone bullied her in high school, the parents of the bullies kowtowed to Mr. Arlelle with the plea to forgive their children. She fled from her classmates when they attempted to treat her like a queen. If it were not from having a real friend like Geovensia, Essi wouldn’t have a normal high school experience. But Geovensia has also uncovered her sentiments about how much she tried to be like Essi, as if she is also living a privileged life. Essi tried denying herself from looking how it might her arrangement with Oneil will also affect the man. Ho
Jealousy could be cruel. Although Oneil already thought of many ways to pacify Essi, it is not just enough. For there will always be something that reminds her to hold up this kind of emotional rumble. But he should have noticed why Essi was not contacting or updating him about her activities after their dinner in Paris. She didn’t even tell him that she makes herself busy helping Geovensia for a clothing line startup. Indeed, jealousy is the reason why she practically lived during the past days as if she doesn’t know that Oneil was wishing to be by her side. Oneil thought of coaxing her. He did many attempts already. The first one was by calling her with his usual number. He wanted to make sure that Essi didn’t block him. “Who is this?” Essi asked. There was much flipping of papers in the background. “This is from flower delivery service madame,” he answered after trying to change his voice. “Really? May I know from what shop and who ordered it for m
She knows that her cousin has been trying all his best to comfort Essi. It is Gwyneth’s responsibility to help Oneil. Arranging their meet at Willoughby Riding School is the least that she can do. Her classmates asked if it would be timely since a certain company is willing to donate three horses. “The turnover will be today,” one of her classmates reminded. “But my cousin has no other chance because his girlfriend will leave Bordeaux by tomorrow,” Gwyneth replied. Her classmates are excited as Gwyneth does because this place holds many memories of Essi and Oneil. Perhaps, Essi could forgive him. And they can solve their problems together. Gwyneth’s suddenly rang. It was Essi. “Where are you Gwyneth? I’m already here at the balcony.” “You’re there already?” Gwyneth asked. “You told me that I must be here by 9.” Right, she’s always time-oriented. She never gets tardy. “Just wait Essi. I just need to talk to my classmates
Essi has always believed that meeting people like the Binici Siblings meant a good thing --that be it in business or social partnerships. But what Karina offers to her is quite different. Her words have stronger meaning underneath their simplicity as if Katrina had been always trying to interfere in Essi and Oneil’s lives. “So you people are just engaged. It means there is still a greater possibility for any of you to quit, right?” she asked Essi with a hint of excitement. Her words simply do not respect the relationship between the two. Essi chose to not pay attention to it. But Katrina was bugging her in another way by trying to set Essi up with Wyath for coffee nothings and casual dinner. “I do not have much time. If this meeting does not make any sense, then I won’t go, Miss Binici,” Essi declined. “My brother is willing to marry the girl he likes,” Katrina inserted just to make the phone call go on. “Really? That’s good for him then,” Essi commented but was about to excuse he
When everything got settled, she found herself already bringing the large paper bag filled with the three casings where the jewels in their trinket boxes are placed. Her chauffeur waited for her outside and walked with her down the stairs of the auction house. Her car is also set to conclude her night from the Legalion. But before she took a step, Wyath went to her again. “Essi, since it is rare for us to meet, may I ask for your contact number?” Wyath was implying the personal one. “Okay,” Essi said and gave him her number. “But you should also give yours since my phone automatically sets an unknown number as spam.” When they got done exchanging numbers, Katrina went to Wyath to remind him that they must go home now. “Essi, it was nice to meet you. We’ll go ahead for now,” Katrina bid and dragged her brother to their car. “Will you still proceed to the hotel madame?” her chauffeur asked. “Yes, you can also take your time to enjoy things around,” Essi grinned and reminded him ab
It is the actual bidding night. With the preparation of the lights and the friendly interiors of the Legalion Action House, Essi knows this night shall be friendly to her vision. She takes a simple white dress with puff sleeves and white heels. She takes a silk cloth as her headband. Her appearance for the night is elegance mingled with youth and enthusiasm.“Welcome, Madame Essi,” the guard said upon recognizing her card. “This way please.”Essi followed the red carpet leading them to the Jewel Auction Hall No. 1. It is her first time to join an auction by herself. Oftentimes, she would just accompany a family member when they would like to purchase something from the auction. She continued walking around and not recognizing any familiar faces around the auction hall except Wyath. Wyath quickly noticed her too when he turned around. He approached her with a smile. He even introduced his sister to her.“This is my sister, Katrina. She’s the reason why we’d like to buy some of the Maes
Essi had a simple target in heading to Normandy. The Legalion Auction House announced its 25th jewelry auction. Essi was never attentive towards auctions. But this one sets a great importance in her agenda because it was the jewelry collection made by Maestro Marco. She had two important target items because of the discovery that she arrived upon studying the decoration and details on the jewelry portfolio of her grandmother Priscilla. Two pieces of jewelry are no more in the possession of the Paulsson household. It suddenly became included in the auction series of the Legalion because it is made by Maestro Marco.The first piece was dubbed as Ingrid’s because Essi’s grandfather had especially commissioned the jewel maker to make a bluebird-inspired jewelry as a ready gift for his daughter once she will be brought to the world. And yet the owner, continued sleeping.The second piece was a fancy yellow diamond about 80 carats filled with many more white diamonds on its side, forming l
Victor has to weigh many company concerns. First, for the Amyrgia-Gautarza. Second, to Essi’s Gautarza Company and third, to the Mercator Group. Concerning the first two, he can see the clear directions on how the owners would take their future paths. But for the Mercator Group, he couldn’t see exactly where it even errs or go on correctly.He became an instant breadwinner with a clear source of income because the other Mercators in their humble barn house have to lie low for a while. His great ally on the discussion for the Mercator Group was his father.“Our hope in raising this alarm is to the interim chairman himself,” Paulo said. “If only he could also be cooperative to us.”“I don’t see any reason though that he wouldn’t,” Victor stated. “That is why I talked to him about the deliberation of a new policy concerning the selling and purchase of shares.”“What do you see is the problem about the shares then?”“I see some problems of the old policy. It may allow the shareholders to
Sometimes, amid all trials, one couldn’t help but wonder how others felt for them. It was in Victor especially when he regarded how Mr. Arlelle must have reacted to the fate that chased the Mercators. Yet, hoping to be always in his favor, Victor could only remain in silent and work with perseverance. It must have been a good asset that he was not heard as a Mercator because no one would chase him in the hopes to scoop out a splice of an information that can serve a cup of tea. Victor was on his way back to Arlelle’s office, bringing the reports about the recent confirmations he received on his email. But while he was outside the office, he heard some key people of Amyrgia-Gautarza.“How come that you still keep him sir? Is he not a member of the Mercators? It is quite unsettling.”“How can I not when he is still officially a part of the Amyrgia-Gautarza? And what has he done then that he should be fired out?”“But he is a Mercator.”Victor couldn’t deny that maybe in the business wor
Because of the conversation Lady Imeldine and Latifa had in the dining room, Grant went to them with some mud on his jumper and polo. He was worried that Latifa cried again while no one was watching.A shine light hit his eye when he tried to look at what is on the table. He marched slowly until he could see what is inside the box.“Is this your last jewel that you would sell, Latifa?” he asked because he couldn’t recognize the jewel.It was pretty understandable. Because he was never able to see this ring right from its bidding and until his wife’s death. It was Paulo who kept it because Grant didn’t know about the many things that his wife bought.His daughter-in-law didn’t answer yet but his recognition was also now to the visitor. “Your highness,” Grant said. He bowed even lower because he is ashamed of his situation. Knowing that Lady Imeldine was a shareholder, it would be harder to explain his situation to the royalty.“Please, may you be comfortable in dealing with me for I am
It was surely a grave offense that Louis made only to stain the reputation of the house of the Emirvas. But Lady Imeldine couldn’t even make greater punishment against him by sending him back to their country because he would face more grievous repercussions from the entire royal clan concerning the ring. After all, she has compassion to this lad who was also alike to her, almost impossible to receive the crown. He is but a royal and yet has to live in a manner that could promote his name despite the absence of the crown.So Louis was grounded in the rest house and every inch of his move was under Lady Imeldine’s strict supervision. When he tried to beg to his aunt that maybe he could go with her to talk to Essi, she glared at him.“Isn’t it enough that you made a careless work here?” she snarled. “Louis! You even brought shame to our family in front of the Paulssons.”“I’m sorry,” Louis cried out barely having any sincerity since he said out of annoyance to his aunt’s endless squawk
When the prompt for writing kicks, it is sometimes hard to stop the feeling of typing it all. But when Essi got done, she was unsure on how she should continue her article. Because there was something missing about the details of the maestro. Until she remembered what Marco’s wife said when she asked why is it okay for them to look.“It’s just like our twins are also cheering for him.”Essi’s tears escaped from her eyes. Now she’s doubting if she should tell his story. She tried to call Oneil and glad that he had also picked up.“Why? Are you alright?” Oneil asked because it is still not yet 11PM. It means Essi must be still working for something. “But with all the curiosity that Essi has, she hesitated in asking.“Come on, you can tell me,” almost pleaded because when silence starts to answer, it means a bothersome case.“Did Sir Marco ever tell you that he would like some people to interview him? He’s quite famous as a master jeweler.”“You were inspired to write about him, is it?”