Maren sat in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection. Her face was void of expression as she admired the neck piece she wore. As she did, the diamonds on her wrist shone in the bright light which illuminated the room. “Ma’am,” a maid stood at her half-opened door, with a pleasing demeanour. Maren turned in her direction slowly. “Master said to call you down." “Alright," she said in a quiet voice and turned back to the mirror when she had left. It was dark out and Alexander had made her dress up exquisitely for the gathering they were going for. In minutes, she made her way down the stairs. Her silver heels made soft clicking sounds on the ground as she walked. Quietly, she got to the sitting room where Alexander stood facing the window, waiting for her. She made sure to arrange her red, flowing body con dress before he turned to her. Slowly, he turned to view the presence in the room and paused unwittingly. His eyes travelled from the hair on her head to the shoes o
Maren's body tensed up the more he looked in his direction and even worse as Alexander had also caught sight of him. There was only a slight chance this night would go well at this point. “Alright, stay here," Alexander half murmured and disentangled from her arm. She held him back quickly before he could leave. “Wait, what are you doing?" She asked, her heart now increasing its rate. “This ceremony is being held in my honour. I get to decide who attends or not,” Alexander stated with the utmost seriousness. “You can just let him be and he won't cause any trouble?" "Either way, he's not invited," he said and pulled away from her grip. She walked over to a corner and stood, waiting for the worst to happen. “And how is everyone doing?” Alexander asked, putting on a cheerful face as he reached where the small crowd gathered. “it is an honour to finally speak with you in person,” one of the young ladies amongst them said, her heavily painted red lips dancing as she spoke. S
Palms jamming together rented the air as he took his place beside his father. “Over the years, Alexander here has been more than the son I asked for. And his hard work has made him who he is today,” Mr. Blackwood said. Maren couldn't help but smile at the corner, and the crowd also agreed. “Now that aside, I'd like to officially hand over the ownership of my companies to the last man standing in the blackwood family.” He announced. Clapping and cheers filled the air and even Alexander couldn't hide his grin. Mr Blackwood gently stepped away from the pulpit, carefully supported by the guards who stood beside him, and Alexander stepped forward. He cleared his throat and scanned the crowd before looking back at the microphone like he was nervous. “I, um- it really is a pleasure being here tonight-" Maren couldn't help but stare at this man who she was locked in with. It was true they had had an encounter a long time ago before she and William's break up and they had made out o
A slight creak from the front door and she was on her feet. She slipped into her fluffy flip flops and trudged out of her room. She poked her head out in the hallway, but it was as silent and empty as the rest of the building. She proceeded further out the door as to the front door. “What the fuck?” She muttered quietly. It was locked. She turned and looked around the living room, and there was no sign of anyone. She could swear it was the door creak she had heard, and she was sure she had locked the door. A bread knife laid on the kitchen counter. She grabbed it and ambled around the house searching the numerous rooms within. Unsuccessful in finding an intruder and tired, she turned back and headed to her room. “God, I really need to get enough sleep. I think I’m beginning to hear things” she sighed and closed the room door behind her. “Ahh” she shrieked and dropped the knife, which made a sound that echoed through the house. “What the hell do you think you’re doing snea
"Alright baby, did you have fun?" "Yeah!” He almost yelled, as he carefully climbed up the staircase, supporting himself with the rails. “That's good. Now go up to your room. Mummy has to take care of some things, okay?” "Okay!’ As soon as he was gone, her bright smile wiped off and turned into an angry frown. She turned around and walked down to the kitchen, where she suspected Rose was. As she expected, she was there doing the dishes with one of the other maids. “Welcome, ma’am," they both greeted in unison when they noticed her presence. Maren didn't reply. She just stood at the door and folded her arms, watching them. “Who let William into the house?" Her voice was uncomfortably calm. They both turned to her, confusion written on their faces. “How did Mr. Sinclair get into the house and get to Nathan?" Rose froze where she stood, and her eyes widened. She'd been with Maren as a caretaker for four years when Nathan was born. Maren trusted him in her care. She ha
Surprisingly, they disentangled rather slowly at the sound of the voice. Maren turned to Louise, who had just walked into her office. She folded her arms. “I am so sorry ma’am, I didn't mean to barge in. I promise I didn't see anything. I swear," she blurted. Her hands were visibly trembling. Maren was unmoved. Her face showed no emotion as she stared at her. William, by the way, seemed amused. He resumed his place on her table while a smirk played at the corner of his lips. “What do you want Louise?" She asked firmly. "I um- I got the signed documents from the logistics company like you asked," she replied, looking down at the document to avoid her boss's eyes. “Hand it over,” Maren said, while stretching her hands. Louise walked over quickly and placed the file in her hand and turned around to leave, but then stopped and turned back around. “I really am…” "Just get out!” Maren ordered, making her scurry out the door. William chuckled quietly after she left, earnin
The dining table was silent except for the plates and cutleries which seemed to be having a discussion which echoed through the room. Of all the faces which included Maren Nathan and Alexander, Maren's was the most clouded and she picked at her food like it was prepared with too much vinegar. She stole glances at Alexander from time to time, but he didn't seem to notice as he was caught between eating his food and his phone. She turned to him again, but this time, he caught her gaze. Making her turn away quickly. “What's on your mind?" He asked, but she just shook her head. "You can't tell me that. You've been quiet for the past few days now. What's bothering you?” Maren took the risk and looked up at him, meeting his eyes. She searched his expressionless face for the slightest sign of emotion, but she got none. The annoying part was there was worry in his voice when he spoke. But his face sent a different message. She turned back to her food and to Nathan, who was quietl
“Maren Blackwood?” A feminine voice called from behind. Maren turned sharply to view a brunette with a stature like that of a goddess. Her hair fell over her shoulders and complemented her red coloured lips. “Hi?" Maren returned. "Oh, I'm not sure we've met before," the lady said as she noticed Maren's expression, trying to remember if she knew her. “Oh, alright” Maren shrugged, relaxing her face. “Can I sit?" "Yeah, sure,” she adjusted, and the lady took her place comfortably beside her. Together, they stared ahead, watching the kids. “I'm Nella, by the way, Nella Burton. Nice to meet you.” “Yeah, same," Maren replied, unsure of what to say next. "You know, I'm a really big fan of yours,” Nella began, keeping her gaze ahead. Maren raised a brow. “Really? I don't think I've done anything worthy of having a fanbase” Nella chuckled dryly, "I just really admire your strength you know” she said and paused "You know, handling break up with your fiancé, being a single
“You've been quiet ever since you got back from William's burial. What is the problem?” Maren didn't respond. She just sat at the table on her room's balcony, her eyes glued to the screen of her laptop. “What the hell happened that day Maren, talk to me," her mom persuaded, settling into the chair opposite her, placing a cup of tea in front of her. “You turned off your phone after that day and even Alexander hasn't been able to reach you." Maren reached for the cup and lifted it to her lips, making sure to not lock eyes with her mom. She took a sip of the tea and placed the cup in front of her mom, meaning she wasn't interested. Her mom narrowed her eyes at her. “At least if you wouldn't speak, listen to me." Maren still wasn't moved and one could tell that her attention wasn't entirely on what she was doing. “Well, Micheal, the detective was here yesterday while you were busy wallowing in your mind" her mom went on, anyway. "He could get a hold of
"William was sterile, alright?" “What?" “You heard me right, Maren," Irene replied, gritting her teeth. “And you would have known if you had listened to him, gave him a chance to speak” "Stop it Irene, you're messing with me” “Of course, this is the best time for jokes," Irene said sarcastically. "You can't be serious, Irene,” she said almost in a whisper as her voice was beginning to fade from the tears which choked her. Goosebumps traced their way to her brain, and the atmosphere suddenly became cold. “He said you were always telling him how you wanted a child before the wedding and you always seemed so happy talking about it that he never had the heart to tell you he could not fulfil that one wish of yours” "No!” she muttered and staggered back a little, holding herself from doubling over as a tear dropped from her eyes. By this time, everyone around noticed something was wrong, but they didn't seem like they'd come any closer to confirm. Irene didn't care, she continu
“Well, hi" the newcomer said in a low voice as she sat. Maren raised her head at the sound of the voice and turned to look beside her. “I was thinking you wouldn't come." “You really have the guts to show up here, don't you, Irene? Maren spat but quietly, to avoid attracting attention to herself while keeping her eyes forward and focused on the priest who had begun to speak. He held a shiny Bible and began to speak in a gentle, yet authoritative and audible tone. "Dear friends and family, we gather today to bid farewell to a remarkable individual, William Sinclair. A man of great vision, entrepreneurial spirit, and of course, a man of great leadership…” Maren almost scoffed, but kept it inside of her. As much as she felt sad that he was gone, being beside Irene only reminded her of everything both of them had done and it made some kind of hate grow inside of her again. “Why did you decide to come, you fake ass bitch?" Irene whispered. "At least I didn't go into hiding
"Are you okay, Maren?” Nella asked as she slipped into one of the facial chairs beside Maren. She put down her bag somewhere beside her and almost immediately, a lady came to attend to her. “I'm good, I mean, why wouldn't I?” Maren asked, without looking at her as her face was covered in a facial mask, but she knew it was Nella who had just spoken. "So you're holding up fine?” "Really, Nell?” "I'm just asking. I mean, he was your ex fiance after all and the father of your child,” she said defensively. “I like the fact that you said the word ‘ex fiance’. I don't care if he's the father of my child, I get to choose who'll father my child.” “Ooh, spicy" Nella said, as her legs were placed in a footbath, the mouth she was referring to Maren. “I really don't care what happened to him," Maren added. “Be honest, Maren, you still had feelings for him," Nella said, but Maren remained quiet, so she went on. “If really didn't care about him, you wouldn't have given him a chance
“I said, Mr Blackwood, that I was told…” "I heard you first time," he interrupted and leaned forward to quench the cigarette in the ashtray. His face was gloomy, as he knew who had disclosed the information. “So, sir, is there a chance I can get my hands on them?” The detective asked. Alexander leaned back into his sofa and scratched his almost bare chin in thought. "Do you have a warrant for this?” "Certainly sir." he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper and showed it to him with bold shoulders. Alexander looked away from it and contemplated. It really wasn't easy getting that information. There was a lot of breaking in, colossal sums of money spent and, of course, torture involved before they could pull it off. “I can't show it to you," he finally said. “Respectfully, sir, that will be flagged as obstruction of Justice if you don't," he said, trying his best to use offenceless words. “What are you now, FBI?" Alexander scoffed "I in fact
"And Mr Blackwood?” ‘Shit! Alexander’ Maren's mind raced. He was so quiet when William broke the news about taking the whole situation to court and why did he tell her about those documents in time? It was as though he felt like it wasn't going to work, so there was no use and had a Plan B… “Ma’am are you okay?" Micheal interrupted, breaking into her thoughts. “Alexander would do no such thing. He was ready to face the judge tomorrow. He had critical evidence that William was a criminal," she blurted. "Mrs Blackwood, I meant his father, Mr Blackwood senior.” Maren's eyes widened slightly in the realisation of what she had just spilled. That file was only going to be released in court, though how it was obtained was illegal and incriminating and now she had unknowingly blabbed about something so confidential. “What was that about critical evidence, ma’am?” “Maren baby. Are you alright?” Mrs Sharppe asked as soon as Maren set foot into t
As soon as Maren set foot into her company, the workers reduced their volumes to murmurs and stares. She wasn't bothered, though. It was only normal that they talked about how frightened she could be when the fate of her keeping her son was going to be decided the next day. Head forward and accompanied by just one guard, she got onto the elevator, ignoring the greetings of some workers which she knew were just so they could hear her say something. No matter how much she tried to comfort herself, her mind still drifted to the fear of what might go down the next day at the court and deep down, she prayed that Alexander's plan would work out. She wasn't scared- at least not like before. It was more of an anxiety she felt just as the elevator opened on her office’s floor. “Good morning, ma’am,” Louise greeted as Maren passed by her station. Maren ignored and proceeded forward to her office. “A man is here to see you, ma'am," she added quickly and stood to follow her. "Send hi
“Won't you do something about this? William has taken Nathan once and it'll take him nothing to do it again, Alexander.” Alexander was quiet. He just sat in his swaying office chair, flipping through files on his desk. Maren was restless and angry as she paced, waiting for him to say his first word since she entered the office. She stopped and settled herself on the chair on the other side of the table, making him lift his head to meet her weary gaze. “Please Alexander” Dropping the pen he held, he sighed and opened up another file on the table. “This is the compilation of the activities which go on in three of William's companies,” he said, flipping through the documents. Maren watched in marvel and anticipation as a lot of thoughts ran through her mind at once. “Two out of three have secret compartments used in money laundering.” He said and flipped through more pages. "Here contains the statements of victims of unnecessary assaults on workers from one of William's compani
The car came to a screeching halt and almost ran into the other car in front of it. Maren's eyebrows were furrowed and heavy with anger and fear. She drummed impatiently on the steering wheel as she peeped at the traffic light, which chose the worst time to turn red. Rose, who sat in the back seat, could only steal glances at her boss through the rearview mirror as she knew the situation they were in was half her fault. Maren stepped on the gas as soon as the light turned green, throwing rose back in her seat. She was glad she had learned how to drive a long time ago and not rely on drivers. Keeping her eyes on the road and her mind on her aim, she swerved into an estate and increased the acceleration as it was a straight road. Finally, she turned and brought the car to a halt in front of a massive gate. She watched as a button on the gate turned red and the auto gate began opening…but slowly. She sat in the car, tapping her feet lightly on the gas pedal and fuming as she wa