Winter, 2014"You are exceptional, Mr Arthur" A board member voiced out, moving closer to give Arthur Reeves a handshake."On a serious note, Morris is not supposed to be the main CEO" a member whispered to another board member "The bigger share of the company's stock should go to the man that does the real hardwork. Morris is a joke!""Truly, he is remarkable!" Some more board members exclaimed loud enough for him to hear, their adoration evident on their faces. "Taking a dying company from nowhere and making it the largest beauty company in the country is not an easy feat. You are outstanding, Mr Arthur!" They all hailed him more.Arthur Reeves bowed shyly in appreciation of their wonderful remarks. He never knew a day like this would come so fast, where did the time go? True to his words, he had pulled this company out of debt level and done above the deal he and Morris had. Imperial Hub Limited was a multibillion dollar company now, beyond his wildest imaginations. He felt so prou
Winter, 2014"Arthur's part in our plan is over…" Judith voiced out as she fixed her gaze on Morris. "If you want to get rid of a man like him, you have to catch him unawares, when he least expects it""Since you have said we don't have to kill him, what method do we use to get him out of here for good, without my personal board members following him?" Morris scratched his head, a confused look on his face.Judith smiled cynically "All you have to do is to put him in jail""What?" Morris snapped, glaring at her "What do you mean by that? We both know Arthur Reeves is a simple man, he would never commit a crime""Exactly…" Judith smirked and shifted closer to Morris "...Make him commit a crime. That's all you have to do"Understanding dawned on Morris as his eyes widened in shock. Glaring at Judith, he scowled at her "You want me to ruin the life of an innocent man by implicating him and throwing him in jail?""You've already started ruining Patricia's life slowly over the years, so wh
Rachel settled on the sofa beside George and watched as he ate from a plate of fried turkey. Her mind drifted over to when she first showed up here, she couldn't believe six months had passed by already. George had been good to her, so good to her and she loved him dearly."Why are you smiling and looking at me like that?" George asked, staring at her in wonder.Rachel blinked and laughed "Well, I didn't know you were so appealing. Even when you are eating, you look very enticing"George paused as he felt his cheeks become warm. He chuckled softly."Are you blushing, Mr George Scott?" Rachel said, her words slightly muffled by her laughter."Of course not…" George denied instantly even though he felt his cheeks get warmer. He laughed and looked away, focusing on his food instead. After a minute, he asked, curiosity getting him "Ho—how appealing do I look?"Rachel grinned and winked at him "Very very very appealing. 110%"George felt like his head would blow up. He leaned down and kiss
Rachel couldn't feel her toes. Her body felt stiff and she felt like she couldn't breathe anymore. Droplets of sweat gathered around her forehead and her vision blurred…."Wh—what did you just say?" Rachel asked, her voice coming out like a 'gasp' instead of a whisper. She was sure she didn't hear well. She was probably hallucinating about everything. There was no way she heard him correctly."I said his nickname is 'The Jaguar'. That's what I have heard some people call him in the past" George answered, unaware of the shock Rachel was dealing with at the moment. Rachel closed her eyes, fighting back the sudden tears that tried to spill. She had to hold herself back, she had to be strong. She couldn't let him know the gravity of what he just revealed just yet. She didn't want to believe any of it. There was no way his father was the one who ruined her father's life, right? It couldn't be. Her father had told back then that Morris Scott was a good man. Her father had to be right. How
Rachel walked out of the villa and headed towards the house where she used to live. She had to see Sophia and her mother quickly unless she would lose her mind.She had finally recovered from the panic attack that hit her when George confirmed who his father really was. All thanks to Dr Andrew….She had been looking for an opportunity to see Sophia so she could confirm what the truth really was. Rachel wondered why Sophia suddenly refused to come over to the villa to see her. Instead, she had insisted that Rachel had to come over to see her. That was strange, it felt like Sophia was hiding from something or someone. Sighing, Rachel decided that she would ask her about it later….For now, the only thing on her mind was confirming if Morris was really the mastermind behind her father's downfall. Her heart still ached, but she had been trying really hard to control her emotions, her anger, her rage. Rachel felt so disgusted with herself. If all of this was true, it means she had married
Rachel rested backwards, relaxing on the sofa in the living room and stretched her legs. They ached a bit after folding them for so long. She reached for the book she was reading and flipped over to the next page.She could feel George's eyes on her, watching her as he sat quietly across the living room. Rachel knew she had been acting strange to him lately but she just couldn't help it. If not that she had promised Sophia that she would stay here till the end of 'everything', there was no way she would still be in George's villa.She hated herself right now. For falling in love with him. She hated herself for 'yearning' for him despite everything she had discovered. Why couldn't her body just cooperate with her at a time like this? Was it possible that he didn't know anything about what his father did in the past? Thinking about it now, why didn't he ever try to get her father out of jail all these years? Why did he wait until she married him before investigating her father's case? W
Patricia Anne Scott laid back on the three legged stool she sat on, a sad smile on her lips. Her right hand rested on the 'arm' of the chair, holding tightly to a glass cup with red wine.Her usually straight black hair was scattered around her head, completely disheveled. Traces of her mascara and eyeliner were smeared under her eyes and down her cheeks. She was a sight to behold for someone who 'seemed' to have everything she ever desired. Wealth, the position as a chairwoman of a multibillion dollar company, a son and a husband. She had it all….to any random person.But why did it feel like she had nothing at all? Why did she wake up every day, especially recently, feeling like her world was falling apart? Why did she feel 'used', like someone who has been taken advantage of?Patricia sighed, as her chest constricted in slight pain. Her mind was on the edge today, analyzing and assessing all the events of the past years before she even married Morris Scott. She didn't want to belie
The door to Patricia's bedroom swung open as Nanny Juliet rushed in with the speed of lightning. Her eyes widened in shock as she caught Patricia standing with a knife close to her head"Mrs Patricia…" She yelled in fear, racing towards where Patricia stood. The nanny who happened to be in her early fifties, just a few years younger than Patricia, knelt down at Patricia's feet and held her legs tightly. "...What are you about to do?"Patricia stared down at her, still holding the knife in her hands. Her eyes seemed distant and sad. It was obvious she was trying hard not to just kill herself with the knife. She didn't want to see Morris's face ever again, but at the same time, she wanted to stay alive to get her revenge. She wanted to frustrate Morris as much as she could before dying.Patricia lifted the knife and with her other hand, she grabbed some strands of her hair and sliced it off, smiling delightfully as she watched the 'chopped' strands fall to the ground. She always loved h