"What did I just hear from your father?" Patricia whispered, pacing around the hallway where she stood with her son, George. "Tell me I'm dreaming, I probably didn't hear correctly. Yo…you want to marry who?"
"It's true, I want to marry Arthur Reeves' daughter, Rachel" George answered firmly, his face showing no sign of remorse. His mind was made up.
He had spent the last Twenty-six years listening to everything his parents wanted him to do. They made most of the choices for him, all he had to do was obey. His father especially, knowing that George was ever ready to please his mother would send her to him, so she could change his mind with her soft words and tearful eyes.
And for years he had listened, he had obeyed. He had played along to their beat. He had laid down his interests to do what they wanted. But not anymore. Not today. From now on, he was going to do what he wanted for himself and not feel sorry for it.
"Are you hearing yourself?" Patricia quaked, the pitch of her voice rising. She was trying her best not to yell at him in anger. "Do you know what you're doing right now? You're putting our family in danger!"
George turned slightly so he could look at her directly in the eyes.
"Danger…how? Do you want to play the we-were-told-to-stay-away-from-them card on me just like him?"
Patricia fisted her hands, and moved two steps closer to him. "Stop being stubborn, there's still time to cancel the proposal. I can apologize to her family on your behalf. Can't you just do what your father wants? Have you forgotten all he has done to build this company to this level?"
"I'm not interested in this conversation…" George fumed, slightly enraged by how both his parents were so determined to frustrate him. "...besides, this company is what it is today because of Arthur Reeves, not father. You know this. I know this. Why do you keep on acting like I'm stupid and I don't know what I'm doing?"
"You don't —" Patricia started
"What?..." George interrupted angrily, "...Tell me. Should I lay my life down for my father? Since I'm only useful when I ignore my own feelings to do what makes him happy. Is that what you want?"
Patricia stood silent, staring at her son, her mind racing with different thoughts. She could see his tensed jaw and angry eyes, he wasn't even trying to be the good and obedient son anymore. He was tired. She always knew George adored Rachel even before things got so messy. But there was nothing she could do for him. She just wanted to protect him, from the business associates who despised him and would use his marriage to Rachel to bring him down, she wanted to protect him from people who would think he played a role in the drug trafficking incident five years ago. Why would he want to marry Arthur Reeves' daughter of all people?
"That's not what I want" Patricia whispered "I want the best for you. I want you to be safe"
"Really?..." George scoffed, his tone laced with mockery "Don't you want me to crawl back to father on my knees begging for mercy, just like you've always made me do? Are you not interested in trading my sanity for father's happiness like you always —"
"George, stop this right now!" Patricia retorted, the pitch of her voice higher than usual.
"I guess you're too tired to play good wife for your husband today" George whispered, his voice filled with disgust. He let out a deep exhausting breath, before resting his two hands on the wall beside him. "I'm so sick of living like this…so sick of it."
"Are you ready to bear the consequences of getting married to her?" Patricia replied, ignoring what he just said. She really didn't like it when he was like this — stubborn and hot-headed. Exchanging angry words with him would only make this conversation go on and on, and she didn't want that. "I won't be helping you with any issue you might face. You are the one who decided to marry her even after everything your father and I have said."
George laughed. "You're acting too kind today, mother" he said sarcastically, taking his hands off the wall and standing straight. "I've done things on my own for as long as I can remember. I don't think I'll be needing your help this time."
Patricia exhaled softly. Morris was going to have to sit this one out, George had made up his mind. He wasn't listening to anything she had said.
"George, I sincerely want the best for you" Patricia responded, hoping he would understand her worry and fear "Remember all you went through in the company after that fire accident, I don't want you to be ridiculed again after marrying Rachel. I have no desire to stand in the way of your happiness, I just want you to be safe."
George stood there, his face void of any emotion. He still remembered the trauma, pain and mockery he faced, it was still fresh in his memory. "I understand what you're saying. If any problem arises, I'll face it. I survived the last five years, so I'll be fine"
"It's alright…" Patricia lifted her gaze to meet with him, and smiled "...You'll be seeing her soon, in a few days time. Both of you will get married before the end of this month. Is that fine with you?"
"That's good enough" George replied "Thank you for listening to me this time"
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Taking one step after the other slowly, in an attempt to be quiet, the shadow of a man could be seen at the end of the hallway — as he made his way towards a door that led to the backyard garden of the villa. It was late at night and the moonlight was not bright enough to reveal the identity behind the shadow of the man who stood in front of the garden, even if a passerby saw him.
The man turned around for a moment and whispered into the dark, confident that someone familiar was there with him. "What do you have to say? And why would you tell me to meet you in this place and by this time?"
"Don't you know?" A woman answered coldly, walking out of the dark end of the garden and moving closer to the man. "You should know what I'm talking about. You should know what would make me call you out by this time of the night"
The man turned around to look at her, "I'm not going to stand out here in this cold playing the guessing game with you. I have other things to attend to."
The woman pouted and frowned, "it's about George. I can't believe he plans to marry Arthur Reeves' daughter, it's so annoying. That's like bringing the enemy closer"
"It's all your fault" he replied through his growing irritation. "Everything you're complaining about is your fault"
"What are you talking about?"
"You think I don't know you're the anonymous person that posted his private pictures online" the man spoke through his clenched teeth "What were you thinking?"
Everywhere grew silent for a short moment, only the sound of the cool night breeze blowing against the trees could be heard.
The woman blinked in shock "You must be mistaken"
"Mistaken? Don't even give me that nonsense." He replied angrily "The damage of what you did is what gave George the chance to get engaged to that girl. You have no right to complain when you're the cause of the problem"
Embarrassed, the woman defended herself "Yes! yes, I admit I'm the one…" she retorted, matching the level of his anger with her's. "....I believed that was the easiest way to get rid of him. My plan was to frustrate him and the next person on our list of people we have to get rid of so — "
"But I told you to leave those things to me" he interrupted, obviously annoyed by her stubbornness. "I told you I'll handle it, our plan is almost complete. All you had to do was to just stay silent and leave things to me"
"Leave things to you?" She laughed "For how long exactly? Another twenty three years? No way!"
The man moved his gaze to her face "what's that supposed to mean? Do you know how much I have done to get to this point? Don't even get on my nerves!"
"Oh please…" she waved her right hand in dismissal of his efforts. "...I am the one who gave two whole decades of my life waiting for your plan to finally succeed and of all the rewards I get, it's seeing George get married to her!! What happened to your wonderful plan?" She scoffed, obviously mocking him.
The man remained silent while she rattled on.
"No, tell me. Why wouldn't I take things into my hands? Are you expecting me to wait another twenty three years for your magnificent plan? What about the promise you made to me?"
The man had clearly had enough, and couldn't hold back his disgust. "Will you just stop it already!! What's your problem?" He wanted to scream so bad, but knew he would disclose their secret meeting to anyone nearby. "The first part of our plan went well. Besides, his marriage to her is to last for only one year if she doesn't want to stay married to him anymore."
"Listen to me" the man moved closer to her and continued with a harsh warning tone "I have sacrificed years of my life to bring my plan to this point and I will not tolerate any nonsense from you if you try to go against our agreement again. This will be the last time you go behind my back and try to make things worse. I won't be this calm if this happens again. Is that understood?"
The woman knowing the kind of person he was — knew that he was serious about what he just said. "I understand. I'll hold you by your word that you'll get rid of them before the one year is up?"
He replied with a strong confident voice, absolutely sure of the final success of his great plan. "Yes, I will get rid of them. You can trust me on that."
The voices in his head just wouldn't stay quiet. George sighed heavily as he paced around the open space in his large bedroom, just a few steps away from the gigantic mirror that rested on the wall. Every few minutes, he would sneak a peek at the mirror, staring at himself. He was clearly losing it, his mind wouldn't stop creating negative scenarios of when he and Rachel would meet.Tomorrow….He couldn't believe they were to meet tomorrow. What had he been thinking to pick her in the first place? No woman in her right mind would want to be married to a man that looked like him.He was even more confused, why did she agree to the proposal? Why would Rachel agree to marry into a family she was told to stay away from? It didn't make any sense. She didn't even know him — it had been over five years. Why would she easily agree to marry a stranger? Was that normal?George was frustrated. He thought 'walking around' would help his mind stay focused, but the confusing thoughts flying around
She had heard about his accident five years ago. It had been all over the news, her mother had told her about it too. Rachel could remember that it happened the same day her father got arrested. The day her world came crashing down was the day his life flipped upside down. But even though she knew he would have some scars due to his accident, Rachel didn't expect it would be this bad.She stood there with her mouth open from shock, studying him, taking in his appearance. The scars covered his once beautiful face all the way down to his neck. It looked like it extended all the way down his muscular body that was hidden behind his black fitted suit. Rachel gulped. She couldn't help but wonder, How did he go through all of that….in a place like this?She had witnessed her fair share of ridicule from other elite people within the company, when her father was arrested for drug trafficking. She had suddenly become an outcast, no longer up to their taste and level. She remembered being calle
The days moved by quickly, faster than she wanted it to. Rachel observed as she stood in front of a huge mirror that graced the wall of her personal bedroom. This was going to be the last moment she spent in this room, she was to move over to another room this night.His room…Ah, he must be anticipating it — What a weirdo he was. Rachel laughed out loud in the empty room, as she got ready for her wedding ceremony that was to start in two hours time. George had hired a professional hairstylist and makeup artist to transform her face and hair, and honestly, she couldn't recognise herself as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Not in the bad way actually…She never knew she could look so ethereal, so elegant, so beautiful…It had been a long time since she had rested so well, eaten so well and actually felt like a princess. The hardship she had faced these last five years had thrown her off balance and she had forgotten how to take care of herself. In the last two weeks, George d
The wedding came to an end after an hour and everyone moved along. Patricia walked up to George and Rachel who sat at a table talking to each other. As she approached the table, Rachel quickly stood up and greeted her. Rachel didn't need anyone to tell her who the woman was, the resemblance between the woman and George was strong."Mom…" George muttered before he turned to face Rachel "...this is my mom, Mrs Patricia Anne Scott"Rachel greeted her again. She was so nervous, plus the fact that George had mentioned his mother wasn't in support of her being here or getting married to her son, only made her feel more uncomfortable — especially with the way his mother narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing her from head to toe."It's nice to see you, Rachel," Patricia answered warmly. If there was one thing she didn't want, that'd be making George angry by treating his 'new wife' poorly. She could tell her son was in love with this lady, and she wouldn't want to be one to take his happiness away.
The first streak of the morning sunrise filled the bedroom and everywhere brightened up. Rachel stirred to consciousness as her eyes fluttered open. Her mind still felt foggy from sleep and something about her surroundings looked a bit strange. Where was she?After a few minutes, Rachel's mind started clearing up and she realized where she was and what happened yesterday. She had gotten married and now, she was lying down in his room, on his bed. His room was different from where she had stayed the last two weeks…She tried turning around and in that moment, realized there was something resting on her waist and her back was leaning on something hard. What could that be? Moving her eyes to gaze downward, Rachel saw that George had wrapped his hand around her waist and cuddled close to her — her back touching his rock hard chest. Her eyes widened in realization and her mind was suddenly alert, the fogginess completely gone. Did he forget so fast that she said she didn't want to cuddle w
Twenty years old James Scott settled on a chair in his bedroom flipping through a magazine about 'Traveling around the world'. He felt so content just sitting there, immersing himself in what he really had an interest in. His twenty-first birthday was in four months' time and he knew his mother would come nagging once again. James sighed, he was tired from all the ways his mother stressed him.He must have seen a vision because his mother barged right into his room with a frown on her face. Judith halted her steps and peered at him, her eyes narrowing when they landed on the book he was holding. James could already see the imaginary steam seeping out of her ears as he stood up to greet her."You're reading these irrelevant travel books again?" She hissed, wrinkling her nose in disapproval "Is this what you should be focusing on? You're supposed to be studying business books and resources. Not this nonsense""Why should I read business books?""How many times must I repeat myself befor
George turned around to face Rachel after successfully convincing his mother that they would get to 'work' about those grandchildren she wanted. She smiled happily, in approval of their agreement before leaving to attend an event. George could see that his mother had warmed up to Rachel and was beginning to like her, he was thrilled to notice that.He studied Rachel's face and noticed she was smiling "A penny for your thoughts? What's the happy event?"Rachel snapped out of her daydream, the smile on her face disappearing as she turned around, preparing to leave. "Uh, it's nothing at all""Are you trying to avoid me again?" George grabbed her hand before she could walk away and pulled her closer. He slid his hands around her waist, pushing her body to meet his, his face hovering just a few inches from hers."What are you doing?" Rachel tried to move out of his grip, but he only held her tighter.George stared at her, his eyes focusing on her full rounded lips, tempting him to lean in
George dragged himself up to his feet and strolled out of the hall used for holding meetings in the company. He had mentioned that he wanted the manufacturing team to release their newest body wash quickly, but instead of focusing on his words, more than half of the board members decided to bring up the topic of how unfit he was to be the CEO of the company based on how he looked. "You are embarrassing and downplaying the brand of this company by choosing to show up to conferences and events looking like that" one board member had remarked, making a reference to how everyone was staring at him at the last event he went to. George shook his head, in an attempt to clear his mind from these unwelcome thoughts. He could see that his stepmother was working hard to kick him out of his position, by bribing the board members to frustrate him. She obviously wanted James to become the CEO, which his mother — Patricia, would never allow. To make things worse for Judith, the company's profit ha
Five months laterRachel wadded slowly across the sitting room, placing a hand on her round waist for support. Her legs felt slightly heavy and she felt like a big whale that was about to push out a whole nation.Yes, a nation! She was absolutely losing it at this point.She rubbed her rounded belly, a frustrated frown on her face. All the baby birth books she read so far said the normal gestation period for babies was nine months. What exactly was this baby still doing inside of her?The baby was already due, why wasn't her water breaking yet? At this point, she could faint from exhaustion.Thank goodness Sophia was coming over today. She needed someone to talk to before she lost it.Has it been just five months since they got married? Ugh! It felt like five years!Because of this pregnancy!After this round, she needed at least four years to get herself back to normal, before deciding if she wanted baby number two.Her favorite food disgusted her, the back aches were almost driving
Rachel stood up from her bed slowly, not sure she heard what Sophia just said clearly.George was here? For what exactly?Did he come to officially announce their divorce to her parents? Or was he here for another reason unknown to her?She wore her slippers and turned to head out to the sitting room. At the same time, George was walking into her room.Rachel paused when she saw him. The atmosphere in the room felt different all of a sudden. How could he even open his mouth to say he wanted a divorce only to look like this a week later?He was a reflection of her right now. It was obvious he was not eating well or sleeping well either. The bags under his eyes were enough proof. And was it just her eyes or was he slimmer than just a week ago?Her normal self would have shut him out in anger by now, telling him to go away for putting her through so much emotional torture in the past week but after hearing Sophia's advice, she felt like she could understand him now….He must have had a
"Rachel told me everything that happened between the both of you…" Arthur Reeves voiced out to George sitting in front of him."Uhm…." George mumbled not knowing what to say in response.Arthur watched George fidgeting in his chair and rubbing his fingers together. George was nervous and uncomfortable around him….It was something he never thought would happen. George had been very close and dear to him in the past. For the most part, he had watched him grow from a lad into a young man. George used to talk to him comfortably more than he talked to his own father, Morris.Watching him sitting across, avoiding his gaze and mumbling words was strange to him.But he couldn't blame him….He could see that George felt guilty on his father's behalf. He felt that somehow he was linked to his father's nasty actions and had to pay a price too. That was why he was being hard on Rachel and cutting her off instantly.Because he believed she deserved a better husband from a 'clean' home….Arthur si
"You are not my son anymore. Don't ever call yourself that again!….." Judith yelled through the transparent shield as she glared at James.James sat in front of the woman who was supposed to be a mother to him….But who had never been. Not even for once.You would think that locking her up in here would break her back but no! She was made of steel.Staring at her fuming angrily, he realized that he didn't have a lot of good memories of her. From a young age, she made his life miserable but he had to take it all because that's what children do, right?They take all the nonsense because they have nowhere else to go.He still remembered everything clearly….How she had frightened him as a child, threatening to kill George if she saw him playing with him again.He had been so afraid of losing his dear brother that he stayed away for so long until they were grown-up and there was no longer any bond between him and George.He remembered the countless slaps and beatings she would give him if
Rachel stood still and gasped in shock. It felt like a cold wind blew past her as she stared in surprise at the man who stood before her.Did she hear him correctly now or was she hallucinating? He wanted a divorce. George wanted to divorce her.If anyone had told her that the moment she came back from the villa this morning after spending some time with her father, she would hear a ridiculous statement like this, she would have just stayed back!Had he been drinking? What nonsense was he saying?Rachel was so shocked she didn't even notice the tears already trickling down her cheeks. As she stood in front of him with the divorce papers in her hand, what even annoyed her more than anything was the fact that he had already signed his part of the divorce papers.So quickly….Did he want to get rid of her so fast? She had already told her parents and Sophia that she was not putting an end to their marriage. She had also made it clear to George that she loved him….Why was he suddenly de
"Are you expecting me to apologize to you? Have you lost your mind, you crippled imbecile?"George rubbed his hands on his forehead as Judith hurled different words at his mother, Patricia who just stared at her.He despised this woman a lot. No, the word was 'hate'. He hated her….Ever since she got arrested five days ago, he had been replaying different scenes from the past in his mind, feeling different emotions….All the nasty things this woman had done to his mother for years and gotten away with. All the times she had made his mother cry behind closed doors. For the moments when she rubbed it in his face as a little boy that he meant nothing to his father and her son, James was loved more than him. For the moments when she never failed to remind his mother that she was an unloved wife….And many other things he didn't want to remember right now.He couldn't for the life of him understand how his mother accepted her into the villa in the first place! That was all the push she nee
5 Days LaterNothing would have prepared him for the way he felt the moment he entered the main villa of Imperial Hub Limited.What used to be Morris's villa….Arthur Reeves walked through the familiar pathway that led to where Morris used to stay. He used to go here to talk to Morris in his personal library. They would laugh, talk and joke around about different things.In the midst of their laughter and conversation, he never suspected for once that Morris despised him and was looking for a way to get rid of him.Till today, he still couldn't understand why Morris didn't just let him go….He knew that Morris felt uncomfortable about all the board members saying he was a better leader and businessman compared to Morris. He decided to leave because it made perfect sense to do so at that moment.He was already packing his things, making it known that he was resigning and would have nothing to do with the company anymore. Was that not enough?What else did Morris want? What else was he
Sophia held out a piece of tissue to Rachel and rubbed her back gently. They stood at an empty section of the toilet. The floor above them was the room where the final court case was to be held. "Everything is going fine. Why are you crying?"Rachel dabbed her face with the tissue and sniffed "Don't worry. They are not sad tears, I'm just so happy. I can't believe that the day I've been waiting for since the last six years is finally here…."Sophia smiled. "That's true. I still remember when you were leaving to get married to George. I thought you were crazy back then. I thought you would be harmed over here or that something huge would go wrong. I couldn't understand why you would choose to take this path but I'm glad that everything turned out for the best.""Yea…I'm so glad nobody died in this process unless it would have made things worse. It wouldn't really feel like a victory after all"Sophia switched on her phone and checked the time. "We have about an hour left before the cou
Rachel sat quietly at the dining table, eating her breakfast of waffles, scrambled eggs and bacon. She peeked at George who was eating at the opposite end of the table.Something was off. Maybe he had a lot on his mind or maybe he just didn't feel like talking. It felt like he was keeping his distance from her, avoiding her.During this period, precisely since the evidence showed Morris was behind her father's case and when Morris also tried harming Sophia, George had been acting strange. He was distant.He didn't treat her poorly or anything like that but he wasn't himself like the way he was when they first got married. He answered all her questions whenever she asked any but he never really 'talked' to her.Most of their conversations so far were either about her father in prison, Mrs Patricia who was receiving treatment privately or Morris and Judith…..They hardly talked about 'each other' these days.Was it because they were in their twelfth month of marriage and they only had