Charlene Maximus POVI woke up without a sore throat and heavy head, and I wasn't as weak or tired. The migraine stopped, and everything was clear. But at that moment, I could only think about Maximus and all he had done. I didn't expect that he would care for me or even watch me now and then. He would even refill the water and check the air con. In just two days, I felt loved and cared for. Even if he did them behind my back, he still managed regardless. I could finally stand up, and my strength was to the brim. I had fully recovered. My feet didn't ache, nor did my knees. I could finally stretch without groaning. The thought that I didn't have to worry if I couldn't move didn't bother me anymore. I drank to the last drop, and I sat up. I gasped and sighed. The curtains were already opened, I checked the clock on the shelf beside me, and it was past five in the evening. I needed to get out of bed and walk. I felt my legs had forgotten how to walk. I scoffed, and I stood up, my face
The invitation is in Chapter 12.Dominic's point of viewWhen I arrived at my room, my wrath was still there, so I slammed the door shut. "Bullocks!" I said out loud, I don't know why I was upset, but Charlene was wrong for what she did. Why would she prepare food for me? There was nothing wrong with her cooking for me, but she should not have attempted it.I paced around my room, turning on the lights, with interest in my head. I yanked my tie off violently and tossed it on the bed. I had a long day at work and just wanted to enjoy my dinner without spoiling it. I rolled my eyes and palmed my face and removed my shirt, and walked to the restroom. I needed to take a break. Maybe a shower would help. There was simply no cause for me to be so upset with her. But I was. The supper was tasty and pleasant, and to be honest, I wished for more and to eat the rest of the meal, but I couldn't. I lost all hunger as soon as I heard her name. Even though I had only been caring for her for a fe
Charlene Maximus POV. It was a Saturday morning, and Dominic had already gotten out of bed. I groaned and turned around; we didn't dispute or remain silent the entire time. He shifted to his usual mood again, as if he was bipolar. I hoped that, at the very least, he'd be home and we could talk, but ever since I was sick, I hadn't seen my phone in a long time. "I should look for it today," I remarked quietly as I stood up and stretched. I sniffed and smelled myself, and my eyes widened when I realized I hadn't taken my bath yet. I went straight to the bathroom and took a bath. As the water cascaded down my body, I thought about my schedule for the rest of the day, and apart from the search for my phone, I had nothing planned for today except a short walk and a chat with Miss. Donna. I took a long shower, cleaned and washed every part of myself, and once I was done, I chose a yellow floral free gown that I would wear today; it was a wrap gown. It was my favorite, and because I'd
Dominic POV"I will be right back; I need to get something." I lied to my mother and Zenobia as I headed toward the side of the room where Charlene and Alexa had disappeared. When Alexa stood up to leave, I knew something was up, so I had to follow her. It was my opportunity to tell if the Alexa that Paul mentioned a few days back was the same as the one in my home. I stood up, and instead, I went to the bathroom; I needed to confirm if Alexa followed Charlene. I had watched her for a while now. I was suspicious, and I needed to be sure. I stood by the door and listened to both of them. I couldn't understand what they meant, but one thing was for sure they knew each other for sure. I heard all they said, the pain that Charlene had in her voice was heartbreaking.What did she mean by Charlene not ruining what she had built? I stood, and I listened some more. I was sure that something was up. Alexa watched Charlene as she cried and had her cornered in the wall. She was saying some
Charlene POV Monday morning. I wasn't as happy or bubbly as I usually would be. I had to escort Zenobia to her rehearsal practice with Alexa. I tried to look appropriate and approachable; I didn't want to embarrass myself or have Zenobia insult me over my appearance. The car trip was quiet; she had her head on her phone and texted. I tried to hold conversations with her to hide my nervousness, but I was ignored. I itched my palms and kept my smile up. I paid attention to Zenobia, but she caught me. "hey," I muttered. "Be a guardian, and don't do more than that; you better not ruin this. Dad might have made you believe you are my mother, but you aren't!" She said it out of anger and turned away. I blinked hard and faced the road. I knew that she was never going to accept me. Her hatred was unexplainable, and I couldn't figure out why, no matter how hard I tried. We arrived at the dance studio, and we stepped out of the car; Zenobia wore a huge smile, which reminded me of the earl
Zenobia’s POVI had never felt excited in my entire life like the way I felt when I asked Alexa, the most excellent ballet dancer that I know, to coach me, and she accepted. It made me feel relaxed and happy that I could be just like her. After signing up, I made sure that I paid attention in class and didn’t depend on the fact that I made it to the dance lesson because of my family’s influence.I wanted it to be all about me, so I arrived at the practice early. It's been a week already, and I've already learned a lot from Alexa. "You have a nice posture there. Just raise your legs a little higher, and you will be able to spin without stepping on your partner’s toes," she instructed; and I took her advice by leaning against the rail and raising my leg higher, then I spun around."Fabulous!" Alexa clapped her hands. "You are doing incredibly well, and I am proud of what you are doing," she told me. '' I smiled at her and turned back to face the mirror, and that was when I saw the finge
Dominic POV "That will be all, Teresa," I said to my assistant as I received the file from her hand. She nodded in response and turned to leave, but she stopped at the entrance and removed the strands of her blonde hair as she faced me.I raised my head from the file in my hand and gave her a questioning look. "Is there something that I should know?"Teresa nodded in response. "I received your call a few minutes ago when the meeting was about to start. It is from your daughter, who wants to speak to you, but since we were in a meeting, I told her to call back. ‘’At the mention of my daughter, I heaved a deep sigh. I wondered what her complaint was about this time. She often called me while I was working in the office; it was about Charlene and how she wanted her gone. "You may leave Teresa, and thank you for telling me," I told my assistant, and she slightly bowed before leaving my office. I picked up my phone from the table and scrolled through it. I wasn’t surprised that I had a
Zenobia POV I entered the dining hall, where her father was already seated. The aroma of fresh food wafted through the air and made my stomach rumble with hunger. I sat across from her father, then began eating, discussing various topics as they went.The first thing that I could think of as I sat at the table was Charlene. We left the hospital after hearing that she would be fine, but I wanted to ensure. "So, how is Charlene doing?" I asked, my fork twirling around a piece of pasta.My father sighed. "She's stable for now. The doctors say it's too early to tell if she'll recover fullyI nodded, her expression solemn. "I'm sorry, Dad. I didn't mean for this to happen," I apologized to him, dropping the fork in my hand. "I should have waited for her and....." "I know you didn't, honey," my father said, placing a finger of comfort on my shoulder. "it was an accident, and I believed that everything that happened was for a reason. " I took a deep breath and picked up my fork again. Wh