Dominic POVWhen I reached the hospital, I headed toward the ward where Charlene was admitted. Zenobia had gotten there earlier before me as she was eager to meet Charlene. When I reached the entrance of the ward, I waited for a moment at the door of the room. I could hear them laughing, making me wonder how they had bonded over a short moment.From what I know, Zenobia and Charlene didn’t click, and they were not always on good terms. ‘’what is happening?’’ I thought, and just then, my phone rang in my pocket. I wondered who was calling me when I had canceled all the schedules before heading to the hospital. I picked up the call regardless since it was an unknown number, and I knew who the number belonged to.It was Mr paul, the personal investigator I hired. ‘’hello, mr paul,’’ I greeted him.‘’sir,’’ he cleared his throat as he paused momentarily. I anticipated what he had to say and paced along the hospital hallways. After a moment of short silence, he finally spoke up. ‘’I found
Charlene POV It's been four days since I got discharged from the hospital, and Zenobia and I have always been together. She helped Miss Donna and her family in the hospital, and it had been an excellent time for all of us as we bonded. Because of the promise I made to her at the hospital, Zenobia canceled her dance class that week, and we both planned on how to build the studio for her dance lessons with me. The old car garage was the perfect spot for us, and we spent a day clearing it and setting it up. Dominic was unaware of our plans, as he had been working hard lately, and I hadn't had the chance to speak to him about it as he was already out of the house when I woke up. "What the hell are you doing?" Zenobia laughed as I walked towards her with the paintbrush in my hand. She had requested that we paint the dancing room blue, and even though it was quite a complex request, I had to do it to make sure she was happy. My arm was still healing, but I could move it even though it w
Dominic POV I was in my office when my secretary called to tell me that Alexa had called. When I answered the phone, I received the most shocking news of my life. Zenobia never showed up at the dance studio, according to what I was told. I was perplexed and attempted to contact Charlene to find out why they were not attending the dance studio. Charlene refused to pick up my phone, and when I tried calling my daughter, I received the same response because she refused to pick up my calls. I couldn't figure out what was going on with her at the time, but I knew they had to be together because they were ignoring my calls. "Teresa," I called out. "I would like you to cancel all of my appointments today because I have something I need to deal with," I explained. "But you have an afternoon meeting with the investors, and they are already on their way to the hotel," she reminded me. I rubbed my brow, remembering why the investors were coming to see my company, but I needed to know what wa
Charlene POVI was still shaken up from what had happened in the garage earlier. I couldn't believe that I would be the reason why Dominic and Zenobia wouldn’t talk to one another any longer. When it was time for dinner, Zenobia didn't come down to eat. I could understand her reasons for not coming down, but I couldn’t figure out why she had decided not to eat. I wished I could get them to sit together again to talk like a normal family.I fidgeted in my seat, my fork hovering over my plate. Despite the mouthwatering aroma wafting from the food, I couldn't bring myself to bite. Not with Dominic shooting daggers at me from across the table. I wished he could speak up and speak his mind rather than stare at me as if I had done something terrible.I tried not to let it bother me. I knew I was in the wrong for keeping the secrets about the garage from him, but his cold silence was almost suffocating. I glance at him from under my lashes, taking in the clench of his fist and the way his fi
Dominic POV As I finished telling Alexa about my daughter's decision to withdraw from dance school, my phone rang. My mother's name flashed on my screen, and I answered it immediately. I knew that Alexa had reported to her immediately since they both worked in the same place together. "Hello, Mom," I said, trying to sound cordial. "Good afternoon, Dominic," my mother replied a hint of disapproval in her tone. "Why have you changed your mind about Zenobia's dance lessons?" she asked. ‘’I thought that Alexa would be the best coach for the international competition, and since Zenobia wanted her, she might as well learn from her. Why did you change your mind about it so fast?’’ more questions were thrown at me, and I heaved a sigh before answering them. "Mom, Zenobia is not comfortable in Alexa’s dance school, and she told me she wanted a change of coach. She's starting to like Charlene, and Charlene might be the one to train her for the competition." My mother didn’t say a word un
Charlene POV "If you let me down on this deal, I can assure you that you will be sorry for everything," Those were Dominic's words to me as we drove to the small town for the dance festival. Since they were on break, Zenobia offered to be a part of the festival, and Dominic had no choice but to accept her request. I couldn't believe I'd agreed to be the orphanage dance coach. I hadn't danced in a long time, but something about the kids' enthusiasm had convinced me to take on the challenge, and thanks to Zenobia for putting her faith in me. Dominic was beginning to see me in a new light. Dominic and I traveled to the small town where the orphanages were located, along with Zenobia. I couldn't help but notice Dominic's gaze on mine every few seconds as we drove. "What?" I inquired, looking over at him. I was perplexed why he kept staring at me as if he wanted to say something. "Nothing," he said quickly, his gaze returning to the road. But I could feel his gaze burning into my sk
Dominic Maximus Pov I clenched my fist as I watched Edward and Charlene speak. They were utterly oblivious to my presence, as if I didn't exist. My frustration boiled over, and I groaned out loud, unable to contain my anger. I had no idea why they acted as if I wasn't there. For goodness sake, I was in charge of the dance festival.What was Charlene doing with Edward? Did she not know he was the last person I wanted to see her with? And why did Charlene have that smug expression on her face?"what the hell are those two discussing?" I seethed. I frowned deeply, my mind racing with a million different thoughts. My jealousy and anger took over, and I could feel my blood boiling.But as I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down, I realized that I couldn't let my emotions get the best of me. I needed to figure out what was happening between Edward and Charlene and why it bothered me. I was not supposed to be jealous of them. What the hell was this feeling? I thought. I stepp
Charlene POV I stepped into the large, empty room with wooden floors, the excitement in my heart barely containable. Today, I'm here to teach ballet to the children of the orphanage, and I can hardly wait to start. As I lead the children to the floor, classical music begins to play. They start moving, their arms and legs extending in perfect unison, and I feel my heart swell with pride. But then, I noticed that one of the girls, Mary, struggled to maintain her balance. Her legs wobble as she tries to follow the movements, and her expression is one of frustration. I stopped the class and moved to Mary. "Mary, it's okay. Don't worry if you're having trouble with your balance. Dancing ballet takes practice, and it's okay to fall sometimes. Let's work together to find your center of balance." "I'm sorry, Miss Charlene," Mary said, her voice trembling. "I want to do it right, but I keep falling." "That's okay, Mary. You're doing great. Let's try this - place one hand on the barre and