He took the arms of the chair tightly, holding her eyes firmly. “You signed a freaking contract! It seems like you don’t know where you are or who I am. You’re in hell now, and I’m the devil Flora,” he let go of the chair when he heard familiar footsteps approaching. Due to an unfortunate turn of events springing from a confrontation, inexperienced Catherine Flora becomes the Campaign Manager to the Smith family. She is treated like a disposable pawn and works hard to make an impression. Her actions don't go unnoticed when the Heir to the Smith wealth, Donovan Smith starts to fall in love with her. However, one wrong phone call changes the entire narrative. Catherine is forced to go into hiding to bear the son of a man who broke her heart. Will Donovan be able to win her back, or will she find solace in the arms of any man?
View MoreThomas had helped them a great deal. After the words “I have it,” that he spoke to Lily over the phone, no one had heard a peep from her in months.Her baby was found on his doorstep alongside a note that he didn’t bother to read.Donovan was certain it was a confession of her lover for him. He beat himself up for a long time for not being able to recognize that she was obsessed with him. Life had been good, quiet. It didn’t take Catherine very long to get acquainted with his niece. Her father was, indisposed.They became more open with other people, family, friends, business partners, they learnt to forgive right after buying up all Zenith shares with the help of the ghost partner and replacing the entire board. It was a sigh of new beginnings for everyone.Lily was discovered later at a rehabilitation center in a foreign country. Now it was clear where she had gotten her evidence to plant. Kenny was released from prison almost immediately. He and Teresa finally became official. They
After everything, the meeting ended in a deadlock. There was no amount of money Donovan offered them that picked their interest. Lily’s goal was to get him locked up as revenge for what he did. The dimly lit room didn’t quite help. Shadows danced on the walls as they were cast of a horror movie. There were series of questioning which was the interrogator practically putting words into Kenny’s mouth. It was such a horrible sight. Donovan tried his best to keep his calm but some part of the interrogation became unbearable. He slammed his hand on the steel table when it got to unbearable. He was escorted out afterwards. “We’ll get through this. Stick to the legal advice, and we’ll do our best to protect Kenny.” His legal representative tried to pacify him. He had tried his best but they so resolute. Donovan was clueless as to how to get through his current situation. Donovan nodded in acknowledgment knowing fully well that the only person who could solve this issue was Lily. He had t
The Donovan woke up with a splitting headache. He had to make Lily pay one way or another. After all the time she had lied to him, it was the least she deserved. Just a little social buzz had made her quiet. Public exposure was the least he could do. This was the worst betrayal he had ever experienced. With all this he couldn’t bring himself to look at the girl he called his daughter differently. She was his niece anyway and he still had a responsibility towards her. Donovan was struggling and in deep thought when he was alerted by Janet that he had a visitor. He wondered whether Lily had come to back the rest of her things. She made an entire soap opera, rolling in the floor and begging him. She claimed it was the first time and she did it because she felt lonely. That was understandable, but Donovan had to confirm for himself. Not surprisingly, the CCTV footage said otherwise. His punishment for Lily came with a bit of backlash anyway as the online attention was quite excessive.
Thomas sat down glancing at his watch from time to time. He held his iced latte sipping on it slowly. If Lily didn’t show up he was going to leave. The ambiance of the place was nice, and the coffee, even if it was expensive still hit the spot.He spotted her from afar. There was no way to miss her. Even with her elaborate disguise, you could sense her elitist spirit from afar. The Gucci scarf and Versace glasses gave her away. Social media has been buzzing with the news of her infidelity.The backlash on Nigel wasn’t easy either, he was now the official black sheep. Failed career, no steady relationship. The pair did a number on themselves. Cause of injury- self-inflicted. She walked in sweating and panting like she had run a marathon, and failed.“Are you okay?” he asked examining her demeanor, “Should I get you something to drink?”“No, I’m fine. I just need your help, it’s not going to be a long one.”“What do you need?” he furrowed his brows.“You know what I need,” she was getti
Donovan was burdened by guilt and wrestling with his thoughts. He just had to go home. He was in a daze. Multiple scenarios and reflections play out in his mind, amplifying the weight of his past assumptions and the impact on Catherine.“I messed up. I can’t believe I thought she betrayed me,” he said muttering to himself. Lost in his thoughts, he barely registered his surroundings. “Mr. Donovan! Are you alright? You’ve been standing there for ages.” Donovan was pulled out of his reverie, looks around, realizing the passage of time.“I… I’m fine. Just lost in my thoughts.”Janet was concerned. She observed Donovan’s troubled demeanor , “Is everything okay, sir? You seem really upset.”Donovan managed to force a smile, “I’ll be alright. Just a lot on my mind.”Janet was unconvinced but just had to respect his privacy. She left Donovan to his thoughts. There was a strange atmosphere that followed. He was burdened by Catherine’s revelations, it took an emotional toll on him. He handed
Thomas battled a fever throughout the night, Catherine couldn’t bring herself to leave him in his state. Conflicting emotions added another layer of discomfort. She wanted to be compassionate and supportive, but everything that had happened so far made it challenging to offer solace without judgment. “I’m sorry Catherine.” Thomas tossed and turned. “I know you are, but you’re not well. Let me take care of you.” Underneath her caring gestures, is an unconscious judgment that she had already passed on him. There was a struggle to reconcile the person she thought Thomas was with the actions. Catherine tried her possible best to navigate between empathy and her own feelings of hurt. It was morning, Catherine faced Thomas who was lying on the bed. There was definitely a need for a conversation about what happened. Even though he was unwell, the situation called for immediate concern. The atmosphere was fragile. She just couldn’t trust him again, not after all the lies and secrets. Who
The way Thomas had been on the phone recently was unnerving. He obviously was discussing things related to work but the intensity of the conversation caused even Damien to be unsettled. The baby would turn in his sleep, causing Catherine to worry. It was morning. Thomas was on his regular routine. Catherine, feigned interest in a magazine, subtly adjusting herself in the soft cushion. She needed a compostable position if she was really ready to eavesdrop on Thomas’s increasingly intense work conversation. These days, he was too immersed in work and put in extra hours. She wondered whether he was doing it to stay away from her. The distance was good, at least he wasn’t breathing down her neck anymore, it helped her think but now, the house started to feel a bit empty even with all the helps around. The hushed tones and cryptic discussions fueled her curiousity, leaving her unable to shake the nagging feeling that he might be involved in something off. She was very interested in whate
Why did he do that? The overwhelming jealousy and need to control had caused him to blurt out something so stupid, ‘I’ll call you?’ really. Donovan brushed his hand across his face as he best himself up. That was on of the most foolish things he had done in a long time. All because of Catherine. He wondered what people might think of him and how many people heard him. The car ride seemed to have become longer than he recalled it was when they departed. The car took an abrupt turn barging into his concentration. He faced the driver sternly, “I thought you do this for a living, how do you make money when you cannot do your job properly?” The driver stared back at him with pursed lips and an apologetic look on his face. “Hey, what’s gotten into you?” Lily asked. Immediately, he collected himself, “I’m sorry,” he apologized. The driver gave an assertive look and continued his journey. He couldn’t wait to go and wash all the shame off his body. He was upset, why did Catherine run off l
“Shit!” he punched into the sofa. Anger and sadness took a hold of him in that moment. Even though his meeting Catherine outside was extremely coincidental, Thomas emerging from his hotel room in that exact moment wasn’t something he expected.The only thing his presence did was create unnecessary tension and angst.“Donovan,” Lily said rubbing eyes with both hands. “What’s wrong?” she whispered. He didn’t put his sleeping child into consideration before his tantrum.“I’m fine, I’m fine,” he said slumping into the sofa.“You’re upsetting Lily,” she protested.He sighed, “I’m sorry, I’m-” Donovan shot out of his chair and walked into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.He walked to the sink and opened the faucet, throwing water aggressively across his face. He wasn’t still satisfied with the result. Donovan let the later run in his palm till it flowed over. He vigorously washed his face again. Why did Thomas have to come?In that moment, Donovan thought about a number of ways t
Catherine started her day as usual. She always had her to-do list prepped ahead of time. A part of her day that she always enjoyed was staring out of the window. It gave her a sense of peace, watching as busy people made their way out. Cars honked erratically. She just loved how unpredictable this city was. It sure different from the small town she grew up in. This city was a dream. It encompassed everything she ever wanted. Truth be told, Catherine was a dreamer. That’s all she ever did. She had the sweet taste of satisfaction on her lips as she made her way to her small kitchen situated at the entrance of her cube-sized apartment. Her breakfast was always simple; avocado toast and runny eggs. “Shit,” she muttered under her breath, noticing the faucet was still broken. It was an old building, so most of the appliances and amenities were archaic. At night, the hissing sound coming from the radiator put them to sleep. It was going to be one cold winter. After spending the most part ...
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