John seemed very concerned. "What's the matter?” Sherry tightened her lips together but could not stop the tears from rolling down her cheeks. John was stunned by this. He wondered if it was because of something he had done. "What's wrong, Sherry?" he asked again, staring at her worriedly. “Sniff…” Sherry sobbed and tried her best to contain her emotions. John stiffened. The last time he saw Sherry in such a state was ages ago. It was so long ago that he had forgotten how vulnerable she could be at times. It was heart-wrenching to see her like this, to imagine what she was going through. He wondered how to handle this. Then, he gently pulled her into his arms and patted her back gently. “It’s alright, don’t cry.” Sherry suddenly felt an enormous amount of grief taking over her, and this made her bawl her eyes out. She suddenly cried out at the top of her voice, "Why did you do it? Why did you keep me imprisoned in your house and make me work like a slave? You made
Sherry stared blankly at John. It was only after she was set on the bed that she realized that they had returned to John’s bedroom instead of her bedroom. She tried to roll out of the bed in one erratic movement. She ended up landing in an awkward manner and plopped down to the floor on her buttocks. John lowered himself to look at her and smiled. “Where are you going in such a hurry?” Sherry blushed and said, "I'm going to find Caprice." "She’s asleep. Wanda is keeping an eye on her,” He said. With that, he took off his coat and sweater. Underneath his sweater, he wore a light-colored shirt. It did not take much effort for Sherry to notice the outline of his toned body. Her eyes glowed. John noticed the expression in her eyes, so he grinned and proceeded to take off the shirt. Sherry pulled herself up. John walked up to her and cupped her reddened cheeks in his palms. He spoke in a deep growl, “Let’s not worry about Caprice tonight and spend the night tog
Madam Stockton stepped into Julie’s bedroom but still could not see her anywhere. “Julie?” she called out. There was no response. She noticed the lights coming from inside the dressing room and carefully made her approach. When she stepped inside, she saw that the curtain was pried open, but there was nobody behind it. Concealed behind the curtain was a closed door. She was rather puzzled by the sight of the door. "Why is there a door here?" she muttered to herself. Then, she slowly approached the door and pressed her palms against its surface. … The night was cold. Julie and Mia hurried to the edge of the courtyard. There was a gap along this section of the wall which was meant to be an intentional architectural installation. The gap was wide enough to allow a child or a skinny adult to fit through. Just as Julie was about to squeeze through the gap, she suddenly recalled that she might have forgotten to close the curtains in her dressing room in her hurr
Madam Stockton was seated on a chair inside the dressing room, and there was a grave look on her face. Julie felt tension the moment she saw her. She whispered, “Mom…” Madam Stockton glared at her. “Don’t call me 'Mom'. You are no longer my daughter-in-law!” She had a secret room built into her dressing room which was an altar filled with pictures of John! There was even a sculpture sculpted in the likeness of John! Even an idiot could tell at one glance that Julie was obsessed with him. Madam Stockton felt insulted to think that she had once expressed her concern for Julie and that she felt she had been too hard on Julie the last time. This entire time, Julie was not merely trying to drive away Sherry to secure her position in the family. She was out for John! She wanted John for himself! She was going to claim the brother of her deceased husband for herself! They had lived together for so many years, and it was only now that she found out this terrible dark secre
The glow of the morning sun wiped away the last traces of the night. It was bright and warm outside. The doors and windows were still shut tightly, preventing the light from seeping into the room. It was quiet and peaceful. Sherry was sleeping soundly on the bed, and the bedsheets were ruffled. In the middle of her sleep, she felt something on top of her. It seemed to radiate heat, and the sensation pulled her out of her deep slumber. She drowsily put her hand out and tried to slap it away but ended up smacking her palms on its surface which produced a bright smack. She had slapped somebody’s muscular chest. She finally woke up. John had already woken up and was lying on his side with his chin propped against his palm as he stared silently at Sherry’s sleeping figure. He wore a very contented expression. It seemed like he was very pleased with last night’s experience. Sherry felt her cheeks reddening. She suddenly came to and yelled out loud, “How did I end up h
John kissed her again. Sherry placed her palms against his body defensively, but she did not attempt to push him away. It did not take long before she lost herself in the kiss they shared. Even after when he let her go, she was still holding on to John’s wrist. He chuckled. Sherry was deeply embarrassed. She stammered shyly, “I… I couldn’t control myself, you’re..” She drew the blankets over her face and wanted to burrow herself into a hole. John smiled and hugged her. “Sherry, if you still need time to process your leftover trauma from what happened three years ago, I’d be more than willing to give you time. But one thing I won’t do is let you go. I’ve had enough of this marriage of ours which is nothing more than a formal arrangement.” Sherry’s breathing was becoming erratic, but she did not utter a word. A stiff silence loomed over the two of them. John raised his palm and brushed Sherry’s hair with it. “Right, have you considered the offer I made you y
Sherry was alarmed by John’s presence. She took Caprice in her arms and shuffled forward while murmuring, “Nothing, I was just apologizing to Caprice. I wasn’t saying anything else." John grinned, then he looked at Caprice who was wrapped tightly in Sherry’s arms, and spoke gently, “Sorry, it was Daddy’s fault, I brought Mommy back to my room last night, that's why we didn’t spend the night with you.” Sherry was taken aback by his honesty. Aunt Wanda took her leave to give them some privacy. Caprice pouted grumpily, but she was no longer upset as she was though she was still feeling down. Sherry felt guilty when she saw Caprice in this state and promised her, "Caprice, I'm very sorry. l’ll never leave you alone again.” Caprice made a look and remained silent. This was the first time Sherry saw her daughter in such a depressed state so she was at a loss for what to do. John motioned. "Give her to me.” Sherry had run out of ideas of how she could comfort Capric
… Sherry had nothing on her schedule today. She had already given herself and her employees several days off. As for John, he had some important work to attend to. He was going to go on a business trip and would not return for three days. Even before they finished their breakfast, Peter and his driver were already waiting for him outside the courtyard. Sherry took Caprice with her to see John off. When Caprice knew that she would not be seeing her father for the following three days, she became very sad again and bid farewell reluctantly. "Goodbye, Daddy.” John pinched her cheeks, then he looked at Sherry with a gentle glow in his eyes. Sherry caught the look in his eyes and assured him, "Don't worry, I’ll take good care of Caprice." John smiled, then he patted her head. "Take care of yourself too. If anything happens at all, just call me.” Sherry felt a fuzzy feeling in her chest as she answered, “Alright. Go on, you need to be there on time.” John gave h
She was her usual self in every aspect. She put her heart into her job and never started trouble so long as nobody tried to start trouble with her. The crew cycled through their locations during their shoot. The constant travel made her skin break out slightly, but there were no other concerns otherwise. The shoot progressed very smoothly and within three months, they managed to wrap up everything at the mountainous region previously mentioned. It was nearly evening when they wrapped up the shoot. Holding a bouquet in hand, she took a group picture with the crew and celebrated with everyone. After that, she planned to hitch a ride with another crew member and leave for home. To their demise, some men in uniform who claimed to be the road maintenance technicians showed up to break the bad news to them. They mentioned that they had to repair some of the roads urgently and so the way home was temporarily obstructed. The director took his phone and called the city hotline fo
He remembered his first meeting with Isabel. She was sitting all by herself on the floor, in the middle of nowhere. Her vulnerable expression only made her more endearing. So, he managed to get her to go to his place and installed her in his home. He fell for her and paid careful attention to all her needs. It did not take long before Isabel caught feelings for him as well. The two of them got together in no time. Their days were plain and ordinary, but also very fulfilling, that was until he met Clarice. With the help of his father, his power struggle with Roland had reached a tipping point. It was at that opportune moment when Clarice’s father saw something in Roland and planned to wed his daughter Clarice to him to join up their families, which was a cause for alarm for Decker. He stressed over it for an entire night before approaching Clarice himself the very next day. Clarice quickly caught feelings for him as well. Furthermore, Roland had been foolish enough to reject
Decker was smiling quite earnestly at Isabel. Isabel threw a deeply suspicious look at him, then she glanced at the stack of documents laid out on top of the table in front of her. “Transferal of Shares.” She was dumbfounded. "I've gone through the contract, it’s safe to sign so go ahead.” Roland picked up a pen and handed it to her. "Roland, I..." "Sign it first, I’ll explain when we get home.” Isabel frowned and tried to protest. "I—" "Don't make me have to beg." Isabel did not know how to respond. Fine. She briefly scanned through the contract. The contract stated Decker’s agreement to transfer the remaining forty percent of his shares in Rockwell Corporation to her. Roland must have talked to the shareholders of Rockwell Corporation about this as well. They all regarded Isabel with polite smiles. Isabel had flipped through the final page of the document. She signed her name on one of the marked-out sections. She proceeded to sign all thr
They ended the call shortly after that. Isabel glanced at Martha and was hesitating if she should break the news right away. Martha seemed to have sensed her staring and suddenly turned to her with a flash of concern. "Isabel, what's wrong?" Isabel took a deep breath and broke the news. "Auntie, Master Rockwell just passed away." Martha's eyes widened. After a lengthy silence that lasted more than ten seconds, she started to break out in tears. She covered her face with her hands and expressed amid bouts of tears mixed with laughter, “Wonderful! About time! I hope he enjoys life in the underworld. God knows that someone like him will never deserve a spot in heaven!” Isabel did not know whether she should celebrate with Martha or console her. Soon, Martha began to collect herself. She briefly wiped away her tears and joyfully took Isabel's hand. "Isabel, let’s go shopping! I’m in such a good mood today, I’m going to go on a shopping spree!” "Okay. But Roland w
Isabel held onto Roland's hand firmly during the entire drive home after leaving the hospital. It was because Roland’s hands were cold and rigid. Isabel sat with him and tirelessly rubbed his hand to keep them warm. After one hand was warm, she would shift her attention to the other. By the time she managed to warm the other hand, the original hand would turn cold again. She decided it was easier to take both of his hands and caress them with the warmth of her palms. Roland looked at her with a gentle glow deep within his eyes. “Thank you, Isabel,” he said softly. Thank you for loving him, and for sticking by his side all this time despite circumstances. Isabel smiled. “I’m just warming your hands, it's no big deal. Still, you’re welcome." Roland smiled faintly and left it at that. Soon, his hands began to warm up off of the heat of Isabel’s palms. When Isabel felt that his hands were no longer freezing, she prepared to pull her hand away. That was when
Decker looked nothing like his usual self. The pompous, arrogant man who held himself far above others and who expected everyone around him to kiss up to him because he was superior to them all. It was as if he had been plunged not only to Earth but a pile of swamp. He had completely lost his usual grace. Isabel said crossly, "Decker, have you gone mental? Is everything going on too much for you?” “Yeah, could you help me?” he said with a coy smile, “Just one hug should be enough to take care of it all.” Isabel rolled her eyes. Without warning, he suddenly braced himself and lunged right at Isabel, stepping past Brandon who was caught off guard by this sudden attack. Isabel barely had time to react. Just when it seemed like his hand was about to graze Isabel, a long pair of arms seized Isabel from behind and jerked her backward. It was swiftly followed by a long, muscular leg shooting outward right next to Isabel. Thump! Decker was kicked to the ground.
"How did you and Roland meet?" Decker suddenly asked. Isabel turned away, fully intent on ignoring him. "Did you meet each other at Carter Corporation? Or did you meet him outside of work and gradually fell in love with him, then you decided to set him up with a position at Carter Corporation?” What did he mean by that? Was he insinuating that Roland was relying on her to snake his way into Carter Corporation? She threw a sideways, belittling look at him. "Do you think Roland is anything like you? He wouldn’t latch on another woman to further his goals.” Decker was not upset by this as he continued with a smug smile. "Oh? Then how did he get into Carter Corporation?" “He proved his worth.” Isabel realized that she had been roped in by Decker again. Nevertheless, she continued, “He passed the interviews himself. I was one of the interviewers and initially planned to dismiss him, but he managed to leave a very good impression on my father and the rest was history.” "
"I never meant to kill him! Roland, you have to believe me. Why would I still try to deceive you when I’m in this state?” “In that case, you can go ahead and explain things to him in the afterlife.” Master Rockwell was taken aback by this, his demeanor tightened. "You...you..." Roland looked at him calmly. "Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. It was Grandma and my parents who raised me. They instilled morals and virtue into me and made sure I’d grow into a decent man.” Master Rockwell was briefly relieved to hear this, but before he could rid himself of his trepidation, Roland continued in a dark voice, "But I won’t forget about you and Decker bribing all those media outlets to defame Isabel. I know you manipulated the stock prices to try to kick me out of the corporation. I’ll make sure to settle our score through the legal system.” If convicted guilty, they would have to rot in prison. “Roland… listen to me, Roland. Decker is your uncle. If you want revenge, you can come
Master Rockwell must have heard their shifting movements and opened his eyes. When he recognized the faces of Roland and Isabel, there was a brief glow in his murky eyes. He motioned to the nurse to have her help him sit up from the bed. After he managed to position himself seated up against the head of the bed, he asked the nurse to leave. Then he cast a loving, tender smile on Roland and Isabel. “Roland, Isabel, please have a seat.” Roland said disinterestedly, "We have things to get to, just hurry up and tell us what you have to say." Isabel stayed silent. A look flashed in Master Rockwell's eyes. Then, he turned to Isabel and expressed regretfully, "Isabel, I’m a foolish old man, it was me who told Decker to leak pictures of you two. He had no choice because I forced him to do so. If you have to blame someone, blame me!” Isabel frowned. She was somewhat impressed by how smoothly the old man switched his mask from one to another. From a forlorn and sad state t