Sylvia sized him up. He wore a white shirt and long pants coupled with a pair of clean leather shoes. Each piece of his outfit screamed luxury. In addition to that fair skin of his, nothing on him showed signs that he could do laborious work. Sylvia decided to be frank with him. “No thanks, you will only give me more trouble than actually helping.” Tristan’s smile froze. It was then that the moving company’s truck arrived. Sylvia did not want to talk to him anymore. After loading the things onto the truck, Sylvia brought Aunt Tonya to the new house. Tristan got into his own car and followed the truck. Twenty minutes later, Sylvia arrived at her new house with the moving company. The new house was a fully furnished two-story mansion equipped with a spacious courtyard. Just when Sylvia wanted to move her things inside, Tristan came up behind her and said, “This is a lovely house.” After spending that much on rent, she ought to make sure it was nice. Sylvia did not a
As far as she could remember, she had not done anything to make him mad recently. “What is this about, Odell?” He stared at her and said, “I heard from Isabel and Liam that you are moving?” Sylvia was surprised. “How did they find out?” She was only going to tell them after she moved. Odell scoffed. “You were the one who tell them, didn't you?” Sylvia was confused. “Why would I tell them that I’m moving?” They were kids, and moving was supposed to be an adult problem, so why would she tell them? Odell squinted. “You really didn’t tell them?” Sylvia stared right back into his eyes and confidently said, “Of course not.” He tightened his lips and the expression on his face turned cold. Even the air around him fell colder than usual. Sylvia had goosebumps from his stare. She then asked, “Odell, can you not look at me like that? What is it that you want to talk about?” Odell finally moved his thin lips. “After they knew you were moving, they threw a tantrum at me bec
Sylvia sat back down and looked at him. “What?” “From today onwards, you don’t need to fetch Isabel and Liam from kindergarten anymore.” Sylvia frowned. She asked, “Why? Because I moved?” Clunk! A clear thunk sounded when Odell put his cup down on the table. Sylvia was frightened, but she was still annoyed and angry.He wore a cold look and said, “You won’t be seeing the children anymore.” Sylvia was more confused than ever, but before she could respond, Odell got up and was about to leave. Infuriated, Sylvia dashed in front of him and stopped him from leaving. She blurted, “Odell, what do you mean? If you don’t explain what is going on, I won’t let you leave.” Odell frowned. Despite her tiny stature, she hoped to stop him from leaving. He put his hand on her shoulder and simply moved her aside. The excessive strength from his hand even caused her to falter. Right before he walked out of the coffee shop, she ran over and clutched his arm. She clung to him tightly
Sylvia awkwardly pouted. Odell noticed the slight disappointment in her, and it curved his lips into a grin. A moment later, “If you don’t let go of me, I’ll cut your hands off.” Sylvia was out of options since he made himself clear, thus she was forced to let go of him. Odell glared at her one last time before leaving. She watched him leave as she cursed secretly, ‘Crazy bastard.’ She had said there was nothing between her and Tristan, but he did not believe her and refused to let her see the kids. After that, she said she was dating Tristan and he got even angrier; he also refused to let her see the kids. If he was not the epitome crazy, who else was? …Sylvia returned to her new house. She helped Aunt Tonya clean up the place first before she headed to Carter Residence. She wanted to see Isabel and Liam, but the bodyguards stopped her outside. “I want to see Madam Carter,” she said. The bodyguard said expressionlessly, “Master Carter made it clear that even Ma
Why? The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. It had been three years, and she was still living under his shadow. An accumulation of rage gushed up to her mind. She straightened her face and texted back. “I won’t quit and I won’t move. I will see my children!” The chat window went quiet for a few minutes. Then, Odell’s reply came. “Hmph. You think you can do that alone?” “Alone. We’ll see about that.” After sending the last text, Sylvia tossed her phone on the bed angrily. Meanwhile, at Carter Residence, Odell was sitting on the couch in the gray master bedroom. When he saw the text Sylvia sent him, the storminess on his face intensified. ‘She’s really over her head now, and it seems like a lesson is needed.’ He then called the butler. “Increase two more bodyguards in the front and back. Do not let Sylvia come near the house.” …The next afternoon, Sylvia finished work early and arrived at the kindergarten half an hour earlier than usual. However,
Madam Carter had enough of Isabel and Liam crying for their mother while they still tried to give her massages. She called Ben and Jacob over. “Bring Isabel and Liam to Sylvia.” Ben and Jacob exchanged a look. Ben then said, “Madam, Master Odell made it explicitly clear that Ms. Ross is not to meet the two of them.” Madam Carter laughed. “He said Sylvia cannot pick them up from kindergarten and cannot come near to the house, but he didn't say they can't go meet her.” She was right, but Odell had looked thunderously scary when he gave the order. If he found out, the bodyguards would still be fired. Ben and Jacob once again found themselves in a difficult position. Isabel blinked and thought of something. She pouted and leaned beside Madam Carter. “Great-grandma, I miss Mommy so much that I couldn’t sleep last night.” Madam Carter almost melted because of her cute googly eyes. She hugged the little girl and said to Ben and Jacob, “If Odell asks, you just tell him I told y
In the next few days, Isabel and Liam would come over to Sylvia’s place after school. Sylvia would also go home early to wait for them. Although it was short, she was able to see them every day, and it was fulfilling enough. On this particular day, Sylvia was finishing her work at the studio. It was almost time for the kids to get off kindergarten, so she got up and wanted to leave. Coincidentally, when she walked out of the studio, she bumped into Sonia. Sonia’s long hair was draped over her shoulder. She wore a pink dress and was waiting at the entrance. Sonia glared the moment she saw Sylvia. Sylvia simply had a glance and said, “What are you doing here?” Sonia lifted her chin and said arrogantly, “I’m here for Tristan.” Sylvia was fine with it as long as Sonia was not here to cause trouble. Relieved, she continued walking away. Sonia did not expect her lack of reaction. What irritated her the most was that Sylvia did not even want to look at her. She turned to Syl
Before Sylvia could say anything, Tristan strode off to his car, leaving her frowning. She had a bad feeling about his response, but it was time for Isabel and Liam to come home, so she had to leave too. …Tristan went home right after that. Tristan’s parents, Bruce and Catherine, were chatting in the living room. He went up to them with a serious expression and declared, “I don’t lIke Sonia.” “You guys barely met. Just go out more and develop your relationship,” Bruce said.The Rosses and the Ledgers had a strong business relationship over the years. Although it was the Rosses who had proposed the marriage, Bruce felt it was only appropriate. After all, Sonia was appointed the heir of the Rosses, and Tristan was the only son of the Ledgers, so the union between the two families was nothing less than a great decision. Tristan confessed, “There's someone I like.” Bruce frowned. “Tristan, who might that be? Which family is she from?” Catherine asked.“I can’t tell yo
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