CHAPTER 75ELLA'S POV My heart raced as I stepped closer to the breakfast table and took my sit. The air was heavy with a heated silence the instant I stepped in. Madame Browne's gaze hovered over me, unwavering. Her lips were strewn into a tight line, the remorse in her eyes unhidden."Good morning, Ella." She said slowly, her voice sugar-coated but still dropping with malice. "I trust you slept well darling."I was taken aback by her words. Darling? Wasn't she the one just threatening me just minutes ago? I grimaced slowly, confusion written over my face as I shrugged it off and clenched my chin. This was obviously a trap, another trap.And I wasn't going to fall for it. Not again, at least not this time. I nodded my head softly and flashed her a polite smile, "Yes thank you, I did." I noticed the slight change in her face as she turned her had to face the chef. Signaling to him, he instinctively lowered his body and she whispered something in his ears. Something dark, twisted, d
CHAPTER 76ELLA'S POV A lone sweat trickled down my face as I stared back at my reflection in the mirror. I bit my lower lips and paced down the room anxiously, the sound of my heels clip-claping against the marble floor being the only sound in the room. “Of course, dear. But be careful. All hell has a way of breaking loose when someone like you tries to hold on to something beyond their reach.”Madame Browne’s words echoed repeatedly in my mind. Her words drove concern in my veins, the way she made it sound as if there was something I didn't know— something bigger than all of us.My stomach churned as I settled into a nearby chair, nerves rolled through me, in waves. I couldn't let this sit any longer. I had to know. I had to hear it from him.Xavier was avoiding me, just like he always did when things got too complicated. But not this time. I needed answers. Now.As if on cue, the door chimed open, and behold, Xavier. His face was as unreadable as always, that same calm, distant m
CHAPTER 77XAVIER'S POV "Just ignore her," I whispered softly as I gazed into Ella's eyes. A breath hitched in my throat as I lowered my head to place a kiss on those succulent lips of hers. She received it softly, the soft taste of cherry on her lips urging me as I pulled deeper into the kiss. Ella had been obviously really troubled by Madame Browne and it was nerving seeing her this worried.The fear in her eyes wash off as I traced my finger tips against her sharp jaw. She squirmed slowly, a muffled moan slipping through her lips. Damn. I wanted more— I want to hear her voice screaming my name, begging for mercy and also begging for more. I paused my fingers and repeated the exercise, but this time, I traced my fingers in an anti clockwise motion.Her eyelids flustered open and I caught the warm glints of desire in her eyeballs. I could feel her body's sensation under mine, the way her shoulders squared and the way her cheeks flushed red. From the gown she was putting on, I could
ELLA'S POVTHE NEXT MORNING I woke up with a soft yawn and stretched my arms disorientedly. Stretching my fingers to feel the other side of the bed but was shocked to find out it was empty. My eyelids fluttered open and I caught the back view of a striking male figure at the dressing room.I instantly recognized Xavier from the corner of my eyes and stepped down from the bed. The warm texture of the floor braced my feet as I walked into the bathroom. Once I was at the sink, I washed my face and readied myself."I'm going on an important business trip to Mexico and I won't be back until two weeks time.” Xavier's words echoed against the inner walls of my ears, this was not what I expected but I could persevere a week with Madame Browne. It sure would be tough but I was ready to finally face Madame Browne and beat her at her own game.But first, I needed to go meet Xavier and tell him goodbye. I would really miss him, his cold remarks and sexy eyes, everything about him marvled me. I
CHAPTER 79MADAME BROWNE'S POV“Lipstick?” I heard a voice call as I tilted my head slowly. My reflection in the mirror looked fabulous— I mean, what would you expect from a fashionista. My eyes flashed with anger as I flashed a sharp gaze at the make-up artist.“Of course, Idiot! Were you expecting me to go out there looking like a Chihuahua.” I snapped sharply, my voice cutting through the short lived silence in the room. My fits tightened as I watched her shudder. I hated weak people, especially the shy ones.“Sorry ma'am,” The quiver in her voice was evident against my ears. “If not from the referral, I wouldn't have hired you.” The lines of her face become more evident as I squinted my eyes softly. I sucked in a breath and rolled my eyes.“Sorry ma'am.” Her voice was shaky, almost inaudible. The sound of the lipstick palet in her hands shaking drove anger into my veins. I fixed my face in a frown as I settled into the chair. The soft wind from the air conditioning system blew s
ELLA'S POV “I need you to host the president's 87th birthday.”My heart skipped a beat as I felt my pulse go into a frantic race, one that intensified my bloodstreams. A breath caught in my throat as I paused, the fork in my fingers sliding down.The soft metallic clank it made jerked me back to reality. Madame Browne stared back at me, her eyes sparkling with a glint of joy, happiness and was that…. Malice?Her lips pulled effortlessly into a smile, the lines of her face slithering into a flawless facade of make-up. Her gaze was chilling, sharp against my uncertainty.I felt my bloodstreams tighten, shock and anxiety mixing into something nerving. Her fingers traced their way to the table as she gripped a wine glass before racing it up to take a slow nerving sip. The lightscape which I had previously found soft and inviting now seemed to tighten on me. How could she have chosen me to take the role of hosting the president's 87th birthday.Why? Was it to sabotage me? If yes, then s
MADAME BROWNE “I accept the role.” Ella’s voice chimed.I felt like loosing it at that moment. The audacity of that whore to think she could ever host an event that could ever amount the ones I've been throwing for years till know. For decades, I've been hosting all of the family's events. Birthdays, business meetings, anniversaries and even funerals. My events were flawless, the decorations elite and the guests were of highly distinguished personalities.But something wicked in me couldn't get over the urge to watch her suffer? Malice was an easy option seeing the courage gleaming in her ocean blue eyes. I resisted the urge to let out a laugh, a cackle perhaps. “Sure, I look forward to seeing what you come up with.” I said and rose from the table. I was done with breakfast today, I had gained all the satisfaction there was from Ella.She didn't cease to amaze me. Oh well, she's going to regret every crossing path with me. I strutted purposefully, my heels clicking against the mar
ELLA'S POVThe soft sound of giggles rushed into my ears as I stepped out from the elevator. The warm air of the hallway greeted me, the decor gripping me in it's inviting solace.I strutted towards the door to Ivy's room with uncertainty reeling in my veins. I still couldn't get over Madame Browne's proposal and what was at stake. The proposal was cornering, like a two edged sword with no way out. Hosting events was never my thing but I was determined to make it work, at least this time. I couldn't afford having Xavier see me create a mess, also, I saw this as an opportunity to prove to everyone that I could take on the task and still deliver.Madame Browne had obviously given me the role to see me fail, I could tell she was certain I would fail when cornered with such a huge job. But I would try my best and actually give it my all.But first, I needed to meet Ivy, I'd missed her nagging voice over the days. As I gripped the knob, the soft smell of sandalwood flustered into my nostr
ELLA'S POV Xavier was finally here.My joy knew no bounds as I rushed over to the parking lot where I had guessed his car was packed. From afar, I could already see a glint of his backview stepping out of his car.The security men following him led the way as he turned. His face, as you'd expect, was strict, the bad-boy look plastered on all corners of his face but once he saw me, a bright smile tugged at his lips.“Xavier.” I said, running as fast as my legs could carry me. Xavier also ran in my direction and when I finally came in contact with him, I jumped into his wife arms. The smell of his cologne flared my nostrils, the joy of being in Xavier’s arms washing back into my veins.In as much as I didn't want to admit it, I missed him. And I could tell he also missed me. His arms wrapped aroundy back, his lips placing a hot kiss on my neck.“I missed my princess.” The sound of Xavier's voice trudged into my ears, fulfillment washing into my bones. I felt happy, safe and contented
ELLA'S POV “This way ma'am,” The news reporter walked over to me, his finger pointing in the direction where his camera team were located.I looked back at the script in my hands, I still didn't understand why Madame Browne had insisted I did the interview when I was told only ten minutes away. Madame Browne was seated by the edge of the hall, a wicked smile playing on her lips. The flickering lights of the camera team washed her features, the malice in her gaze burning my flesh. I parted some loose strands of my hair behind my ears as I walked over to the corner where the interview was going to happen. The walls had a green background and the makeup artist walked over to me with a make-up box in her hands.“Make-up?” She asked nicely, revealing her bright set of dentition.I was just about to respond to her when Madame Browne interrupted, her tone dismissive, “No! She doesn't need that.”“The interview should start in a minute.” The director stepped in beside Madame Browne, his fi
THE NEXT DAYELLA'S POV Grin Grin!I woke up to the first ray of sunlight. The air loomed celebration and joy, the distant sound of the workers at the hall bracing my ears. My alarm clock receding ringing filled my ears as I tapped on the button to turn off before stepping out of the bed. The president's birthday was today and I had set a timer to wake up early enough to be one of the first set of people to wish him a happy birthday.I took my bath and dressed myself in a simple top and some khaki pants to go surpervise the event before the guests arrived. I traced my steps to Ivy's room to find her already awake in her pajamas. “Let's go wish Grandpa a happy birthday!” I smiled, pointing to the cake I'd ordered earlier. “Yay cake.” Ivy squeeled beside me, her sweet voice filled with joy.“Let's go.” I urged, taking the cake pack. Ivy gave out another squeel as she ran over from the bed. “Don't forget the party poppers.”Madeline, ivy's caretaker who was watching us from the side,
ELLA'S POV I walked over to the hall with the president behind me. I was taking him on a short tour of the hall and things were going smoothly. I pointed over to the stage, “That is stage and that is…”As I spoke, something in me felt uncertain. I could feel iny veins that something bad was about to go down. Madame Browne was the only person in the hall and the thought of that was unsettling.“I'll be back.” I took several steps back. I flashed a wink at Glenda telling her I had to use the lady's room before walking out of the corner into the main hall.I took slow yet calculated steps into the hallway, my heels walking slowly without making any noise. I stepped to a side and caught a view of Madame Browne's figure looking as maddened as I had left.I waited for a second, a cold sweat running down my forehead as I searched for any movements from her but received nothing. I was just about to turn and leave when I caught her walking back in the direction of a corner of the hall. She
ELLA'S POV “My mistake…was thinking the size of the event mattered more than the heart behind it. For years, I was impressed by noise. But this year, Ella reminded me that silence…can steal the show.”It would be an understatement to say my heart skipped a beat when those words escaped the president's lips. I felt the world beneath me crumble, the shock causing me to nearly lose my stance.A tear slid down my cheek. My heart was still racing from the shock. I had been so afraid of the president not acknowledging my efforts. For a split second, I'd thought I lost it all to Madame Browne and that she'd won but I was wrong.I had won.Madame Browne's efforts to ruin the event didn't work, I scaled through. The president had walked over to me and for the first time, had offered me a hug.He seemed very happy, probably the happiest he'd ever been. Once the hug ended, he turned in Ms. Glenda's direction. I hesitated for a second before I spoke, “This is Ms. Glenda she helped me design the
MADAME BROWNE'S POVThe elevator door in front of me chimed open sharply, a soft metallic swoosh brushing my ears. I stepped out of the elevator into the long hallway to my room. As expected, my maids were lined up by the walls like figurines dressed in uniforms I'd designed myself. The elevator's soft gloom layered over the purple linen of the uniform, catching my gaze from the side.The silence in the hallway was soft, almost unbearable but somehow, it felt okay. The discomfort in my veins rolled easily, my face fixed into one of those things oldsters call a warrior's mask.The president would be here anytime from now and he was going to come back to her— Ella, and that bitch, Glenda. He would witness their event and would probably give her some accolades— accolades that should've been mine.I bit my lower lips furiously, the impatience in me was cold— chilling cold. I clenched my fists trying to think of something else, something other than her.Ella.Her name was like fucking tat
ELLA'S POV I wasn't expecting to see Madame Browne at the event hall but there she was, claded in one of the most expensive dresses I've ever seen. Her eyes loomed with malice and an even darker emotion, the air shifting sharply.Smug smirks slipped through her lips as she strutted into the hall. Her presence daunted curious gazes, hushed whispers trudging through the air as she made her way into the hall.My bloodstreams tightened, the veins in my legs twitching as I maintained a straight stance. The air, if I remembered clearly, stood still with unspoken tension.I stood by the stage, the clipboard in my hands nearly snapping to the floor from the shock.The silence in the hall was thick with suspense, the whispers fading immediately as Madame Browne strutted into the hall. Her eyes wandered around sharply, inspecting each and every detail as if searching for a flaw to bicker on about.My heart raced in my chest, my gaze following Madame Browne. And just when I thought she wouldn't
Madame Browne's PerspectiveThere was only one sound filling the car: the smooth hum of the engine beneath me, as I sat in the backseat, my fingers idly tracing the rim of my wine glass. Outside, the city was a blur of lights and motion, a sea of faceless people who didn't matter to me. They were all just ants, scurrying around in a world that would never understand the power I held.The driver, a quiet man that had driven for me for years, looked back at me through the rearview mirror. "Ma'am, where to tonight?"I took another sip of my wine, let the rich flavor dance on my tongue. "To the mansion," I said coolly, my voice low, deliberate. "I need to speak with the staff, make sure everything is in order.The mansion had been mine, my domain where I could let my guard down, and relax in the knowledge I was in control. But tonight… tonight was different. The tension was palpable, an unhealthy knot threatening to tighten in my chest. It had not gone according to plan, and to say the le
MADAME BROWNE'S I thought I'd seen it all.Well, not until I saw Glenda Bacci stepping into the one bar I thought I could escape her god-damned presence. She stood by the door to the mini bar, the club's flickering lights highlighting her silhouette.A proud smile tugged at her cherry red lips, disgust burning in my breath. I tried to flash my eyes away, to hide the discomfort I faced.Anger steamed in my blood, hard and pungent. I gripped the shot glass on the table, my fingers wrapping against the hard glass as I gulped it all down. I tried to turn away, to not acknowledge Glenda's presence but the attraction was daring, like that of a moth to a flame.“Oh! Look who it is?” I said, sarcasm dripping in the base of my voice. “Little Miss messiah.” “Yes, Madame Browne it is but this time, I'm no little messiah, I am Glenda Bacci, the one woman you tried to ruin years ago.” Glenda remarked like she didn't give a damn about my presence.She’d really grown wings I must say. But, like al