Sherry gave her word. “Alright, Mommy promises to never say something like that ever again.” Caprice smiled and seemed content at last. Sherry kissed her on the cheek. Caprice returned the same favor, and they made up. Sherry smiled and carried her onto the bed. John was looking at Sherry with a smile forming in the corner of his eyes. He seemed to find the situation of a mother getting lectured by her daughter very humorous. Sherry shot a look at him. He traced a smile and told her tenderly, "I'll keep Caprice company for a bit. Why don’t you get some rest?” There was a large recliner next to the couch with blankets and pillows laid on top of it. It was ideal for her to catch up on some rest. Sherry was certainly getting tired. She doubted she needed to worry about Caprice since she was with her father. She nodded and went to the reclining chair without protest. She swiftly took off her coat and shoes, then she reclined into the chair and threw the blanke
John smirked and teased her, “Clumsy, aren’t you?” Sherry did not utter a word. Scumbag! "Get your hands off me!” she snapped suddenly. John continued pressing the back of her head, completely unfazed by her outburst. “Were you hurt?" Sherry's felt her cheeks growing red hot. "No!" John smiled, “Alright then, good.” Sherry clenched her jaw and repeated sharply, "Let go!" Or else, she was going to beat him up! "Okay," John said as he pressed her toward him. Sherry felt her weight shifting forward, and in an instant, it seemed like she was zooming in on John’s eyes. She felt the softness of his lips pressing against hers. The warmth and tender texture of his lips sent a wave of electric shock through her. It took her a moment before she fully registered what was happening. Just as she was about to begin swinging her fists at John, he let go of her so that she could pull herself away. She immediately snapped backward like a spring. Her heart was poundin
Queenie smiled warmly, then she turned to Sherry. Sherry recognized Queenie at last and was astounded. “When did you get here?” Queenie beamed with joy. “Just this morning. I came here with my mother and Peter.” “Is Madam Stockton here too?" “Yeah, my mom is inside." As soon as she said that, Madam Stockton stepped out of the room and revealed herself. She was dressed rather plainly, her hair tied back in a common ponytail. She looked thinner and frailer than when Sherry last saw her. Her lips quivered. It looked like she wanted to say something to Sherry but did not know how to start or where to start. Sherry seemed visibly affected to see Madam Stockton here. When John was still in the intensive care unit, Peter had trouble reaching him at all, so he ended up contacting Jason. It was Sherry who then took the phone and told him about John taking a knife for her to protect her. Madam Stockton must have found out about everything that happened from Peter. She
Sherry quickly cleared things up. "No, I promised to forgive him and to make up with him in time.” “In that case, you should take this." Madam Stockton tried to shove the box into her hands. Sherry insisted on not taking it. “It’s just too sudden. We can talk about this later." Madam Stockton frowned sourly. She expressed with a sigh, “I understand that he hurt you gravely. I should not have forced you two to break up a decade ago. It must have left a bad taste in your mouth. If I were you, I would have a hard time forgiving him as well.” Her voice became choked up as she spoke. Sherry was silent. She winced. This was a tough situation for her. Although some emotions were welling inside her that she still could not look past, she was aware that she had promised John to repair their relationship. She could not go back on her word. She knew that it would not please Madam Stockton if she continued to refuse the family heirloom. "It was all my fault. I've made thing
Sherry felt a surge of joy gurgling within her, and she smiled. "Sherry." She heard Queenie's voice calling out her name from behind. She was slightly startled and quickly turned around. “What is it?” Queenie seemed to be second-guessing herself. “Um… I wanted to talk to you for a second.” She looked like a child who had done something wrong and was afraid of being told off. This caught Sherry’s attention. “Go ahead.” "Can we step outside real quick?” Queenie tugged at Sherry's sleeve. Sherry made a look, then she glanced at John. John smiled and spoke softly, "Go ahead, please ask Peter to come inside for me.” Sherry and Queenie stepped out into the corridor. After ensuring that there was no one in earshot, Sherry gave the go-ahead. “Go on, tell me what’s on your mind.” Queenie hung her head low. “I wanted to apologize.” Sherry was taken aback. "What are you apologizing for?" “For slapping you back there, I was very nasty toward you." Her voice tr
Lisa traced a motherly smile on her lips and greeted Caprice lovingly, “Hey!” She made to approach Caprice after greeting her but quickly halted when she noticed Madam Stockton sitting next to Caprice. Sherry aptly rose from her seat and approached them. She went up to Lisa and made the introductions. "Aunt Lisa, this is John's mother, and that’s John's sister, Queenie." Then, she turned to Madam Stockton and Queenie. "Madam Stockton, Queenie, Aunt Lisa is the chairman of Sager Corporation and also Carl's mother." Both Madam Stockton and Queenie rose and greeted her politely. "So, you are the infamous Madam Sager, it’s good to see you.” Madam Stockton held her manners about her. Lisa responded kindly, “Good to see you as well, Madam Stockton." Queenie greeted her politely as well, “Hello, Madam Sager.” Lisa was very courteous. “Hello there, Queenie.” “Please, sit down.” Madam Stockton motioned. Lisa nodded and approached Caprice. As soon as she drew
This was because Madam Sager was known for being ruthless and imposing. It was not just Carl who was always the subject of her temper, even the shareholders in the corporation found themselves on the wrong end of her outburst from time to time. They had been tolerating her for a while now. Throughout the entire corporation, Sherry was probably the only one who was treated kindly by Madam Sager. The others barely knew what her smile looked like. It went without saying that most of the senior members of the corporation revered and feared the madam. She was very vicious and even cruel at times but managed her image of a ‘wonderful leader’. Sherry pried open the plastic bag containing toys. The first thing she saw was a mini car modeled to resemble a pig, coated in bright pink paint. It was adorable and exotic. The moment Caprice saw it, she immediately lost interest in the plushie she had in her hand and tossed it aside. She bolted toward the car. Sherry clicked a
She was thrown into John’s arms with her body pressed up close against his. Her face turned beet red immediately. She quickly pushed herself off the bed. Before she was aware of what was happening, she felt a palm pressing down on the back of her head. She only managed to push herself off John for a second, barely enough to gasp for air, before she was pressed toward him again. Their lips pressed closely against each other’s and sealed together in a fervent kiss. He kissed her for several seconds before letting go of her head. Just when thought she could wring herself free at last, she noticed that John had held her hands tightly behind her back. She flopped helplessly on top of him. In an instant, something vicious flared in her eyes as she shouted, “You b*stard, get your stinky hands off me!” "This bed is big enough for both of us, you can sleep with me tonight," John said devilishly. Sherry rolled her eyes and shot down his advances without a second thought.
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