Liam was obviously annoyed and displeased. Caprice pouted. She decided to be frank and asked, “Isn’t she your girlfriend?” Liam’s expression shifted. His furrowed brows ease but his expression looked slightly grimmer. Startled, Caprice awkwardly wiggled closer to the door. At the next moment, his big hand held her tiny wrist. Caprice was pulled back, closer to him than just now. Her body almost pressed against his. She then heard his deep voice saying, “Who told you she’s my girlfriend?” Caprice looked surprised. She looked up at him and asked, “She isn’t your girlfriend?” He looked into her eyes and said with gritted teeth, “Of course, she’s not.” Caprice widened her eyes. “But… But they say she’s your girlfriend.” “Who are ‘they’?” Caprice blinked. She realized even though quite a number of people told her that Heather was his most trusted assistant and the most capable, no one had ever told her that Heather was his girlfriend. However, whenever Heather was
Liam curled his lips with a hint of frostiness flashing in his eyes. A while later, he looked Caprice in the eye. Her fair and wet face made her look like a damsel in distress. “So you think Heather and I are dating?” Caprice hummed a reply. “Is that why you reject our engagement?” he asked. “Mhmm…” Caprice pondered but shook her head. “Not exactly.” “What’s the other reason?” “It’s because you…you don’t…” Caprice lowered her blush-stained face. She was too embarrassed to utter those words in person. Liam narrowed his eyes. His usual calm look was replaced by restlessness and anxiety at the moment. “I don’t what?” Screech! It was then the car stopped. Liam looked at the driver grudgingly. The driver said in a small voice, “Sir, we’re here.” Liam pursed his lips. Before the bodyguard in the passenger seat opened the door for him, he got out of the car himself. Caprice also nervously opened the door, but before her feet could touch the ground, Liam had com
Inside the spacious and well-lit living room was Liam. He was dressed in a matching set of gray pajamas like the one Caprice was wearing and was resting on the couch. There were books and a tea set on the table, but he was neither reading nor drinking tea. He sat quietly with his arms folded in front of him. He must be waiting for Caprice. Soon, Caprice showed up. He turned to her and motioned her over. “Come here." Caprice approached him. She was aiming for the couch adjacent to his. "Sit with me.” Liam noticed and beckoned. His voice was calm, but there was an undertone of authority that was not to be disobeyed. Caprice silently nodded and sat next to him with her cheeks flushed red. He turned to her. “How are you feeling? Do you still feel sick?” She shook her head and murmured, "No." Liam seemed relieved to hear this. Then, he gently grabbed her by her chin and turned her to face him. He peered into her eyes and asked, “Before you left the car, you men
If only she knew how much he had to restrain himself at the time! He had known ever since he was a child that he would marry Caprice one day, but he could not allow himself to cross the boundary with her while she was still underaged. He peered at her intently. Caprice seemed befuddled. “What about it?” Of course, she knew he was an adult. All she wanted to do was to snuggle with him and get closer to him. Liam was silent. He noted the naive look on her face and made an expression. This was the first time he had to explain the dynamics of what happened back then. Suddenly, he realized he could not find the right words to explain it. Caprice stared at him with a beaming look in her eyes. All she could think about now was that he and Heather were not dating and that he had feelings for her this entire time. She was grinning from ear to ear and could not stifle the urge to sit closer to him. "Liam, can I sit closer to you now?” she asked softly and warily. It
He gently caressed her hair. “Look at me.” She took a deep breath and looked up. Her blushed cheeks, which were the shade of ripe tomatoes, immediately came into Liam’s view. He was briefly startled by the sight, then he began snickering. Caprice felt embarrassed and groaned, "What are you laughing at?!” She looked up, just like he told her to! Liam grinned. “I’ll tell you if you lift your head taller.” There seemed to be some sort of magical effect to his words. Caprice craned her neck upward to face him just as she was told. Her face was fully in view now. It was then that Caprice realized that she had fallen into a trap. Alas, it was too late. Liam had lowered his head and locked his lips onto hers. He made sure to clasp the back of her head with his hand so she would not have the space to break free. His domineering breath poured into her. She could not breathe, she began to struggle fruitlessly and whimper for air. Only then did Liam reluctantly l
Caprice entered the bedroom he spoke of. It was furnished roughly the same as his place in Westchester. It was very clean and tidy, and the room was conservatively furnished with just the essentials and nothing more. After shutting the door, she climbed into bed and threw a blanket over herself. Her heart was still beating rapidly. She tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. After some time had passed when she had finally managed to soothe her restless heart, her phone rang. It was her father calling. Hup! She sat up abruptly. Oh no, she forgot to go home! She held the phone to her ear. Before she could come up with a proper explanation, her father’s voice rang through the speakers. There was a distinct note of suppressed anger in his voice, "Caprice, are you with that Carter boy right now?” Caprice was startled. “How did you know?" John took a breath to compose himself. “He just called your mother and told her that something happened to
She was only planning to get some shut-eye while waiting for her father. It did not take long before she dozed off and fell asleep. She barely noticed that Liam had carried her in his arms back into the bedroom and settled her into bed. He made sure to tuck her in properly and covered her with a thick blanket. Even in her sleep, she grinned from ear to ear. She must be in a very good mood. Without realizing it, Liam found himself caressing her cheeks. After feeling the soft texture of her skin briefly, he withdrew his hand and walked out of the bedroom. Then, he heard a knock on the door. He went to the door and opened it. Outside the door was a tall and elegantly dressed middle-aged man. He wore his pair of iconic gold-rimmed glasses, a piercing look shooting through the lens. Liam greeted the man politely, “Hey Uncle Stockton. Please, come in." John regarded him without much affection. "Where is Caprice? I'll take her home." "She fell asleep." John fr
Meanwhile, Heather had just returned to her home in Westchester. The hour was late. She had a large coat thrown over her shoulders. The moment she got out of the car, she sneezed loudly. The housemaid who came up to greet her quickly asked in a concerned voice, "Miss, are you okay? Did you catch a cold?” Her mind instantly jogged to how Caprice had grabbed onto her so that the two of them would tumble into the pool together. The memory prickled her. She would not forget the sheer spite she felt when she scrambled out of the pool only to see that Liam had carried Caprice away. She roared at the housemaid, “Scram!” The housemaid recoiled in fright. Heather strode into the house, stepping into the living room. Inside the living room were her parents Roman and Sophia. They were still awake and drinking tea while chatting about ongoing affairs inside the company. When they saw Heather enter wrapped in a coat and her hair still wet, they cast surprised looks at her
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