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Emile and Chris reached their private villa around late in the evening along with Raphael and their entourage. From the Dupont’s staff only Danos came along; Raphael wasn’t worried about security while he was travelling with Chris as he had absolute trust in Chris and knew how efficient Chris’s men were. All of Chris’s men other than the Shadow guards that were permanently stationed at their manor ‘Château de L'Amour Éternel’ all came over to celebrate the christening of their young master and mistress. Chris opened up the rooms at Neil’s place as well to accommodate everyone as the Burkes and Grandpa Holston was coming over. He decided to put Raphael, Grandpa Holston, Eldest uncle, second uncle and Auntie Pearl at Neil’s place as it would be quieter for them. Raphael and Grandpa Holston got along really well, and Chris didn’t have any doubts about the elders in the Burke household getting along with them. The younger generation and their kids were all arranged to stay at Chris’s pl
Eva’s days weren’t hard just monotonous but for someone like Eva whose sole existence was based on being the centre of attention, this was worst than death. She tried to get on I12’s good books without making any progress. The only proof that she existed, and that life was going one, was her increasing tummy. No one cared about Eva’s disappearance, not even the brother whose success was written with her life. The saddest thing was that he never bothered to even enquire where she was, when she failed to return home. He knew that she had been kicked out of Walter residence and the only place she had to go was their home and yet he didn’t even give it a second thought when she didn’t turn up for days. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and yet no one seemed to remember the existence that was once the life of every party in the elite society. Finally, Eva’s delivery date arrived; although Eva would never have chosen to give birth to this child, as time went by, so did her f
Eva couldn’t come up for a reason for why I12 would want to harm their baby; he didn’t seem like someone who hated children, nor did he seem to hate their child. She waited for a week hoping to ask I12 what the reason was, but he never came to visit after she saw him the day she came out of the theatre after delivery. A week later as Eva was about to be discharged, the nurse told her that there was a visitor for her. Eva didn’t care about her image and ran towards the direction that the nurse pointed out. No one had come for her in the last four months. Why would anyone other than I12 look for her? She knew that it was I12; today she had to ask why they made her give birth early putting both the child and her in danger; she had to ask why he didn’t even allow her to see her child once. However, nothing ever seems to go her way since the day she was kicked out of Walter residence. Contrary to her expectations, it wasn’t I12 who was asking for her. It wasn’t even someone she knew. She
Eva sat staring at the disappearing back of the heartless man who had used and thrown her away. It had always been she, who was arrogant; she who used and discarded people… he was the first… and to think that it was just a worthless fool who was serving besides Chris…. She had stooped so low… how unbearable! Eva sat on her prison bed as she unfolded the envelope and carefully took out the letter that was a few stacks of paper. A wry smile hung on her face as she saw the handwriting; she knew the owner of the writing. She had a faint glimmer of hope that I12 had finally found his conscience and had written the things he couldn’t tell her due to being monitored. Looks like her charm wasn’t that great after all… she couldn’t even capture the heart of a shadow guard; did she overestimate her charm when she thought of capturing the second young master of the Walters? Twenty years should have taught her that but she still couldn't comprehend this. The letter started off describing their h
Three years later passed away in a blink of an eye; Chris and Emile were planning to move back, with everything going back to normal between Chris and his mom although Emile wasn’t as close as to Elizabeth as the other daughters-in-law, but who could blame her? How could anyone be close to someone who collided with others to kill her children? It was already magnanimous on Emile’s part to not drive a wedge between Chris and Elizabeth. House of Dupont, Burke and Walter fashions had already become a prestigious existence in the fashion world; The complete shopping experience for clothes regardless of the occasion while catering for all social classes was the speciality of House of Dupont, Burke and Walter fashions. The eighteen-storey building was a shopping heaven of fashion regardless of your budget; Each level was dedicated to type and price range of clothes. The top floors which catered for elites in the social circle with the added benefit of getting one of a kind, clothes designe
Emile had a readymade alarm; even though her husband doted on her without a bottom-line and would disturb her beauty sleep, her little elves didn’t have that awareness. Ever since they were capable of crawling, they would crawl over to mom and dad’s bed for having their special good morning tickly cuddle time as soon as they woke up. “Good morning mommy and daddy” the duo chorused as they jumped on to the bed, to land perfectly right in the middle Emile and Chris. “Good morning treasures” Chris laughed as he caught the two cannon balls, stopping them from crash landing on his precious wife. Chris was especially good at making double catches, he has had 2 years of training, how could he not? “Is it morning yet?” Emile opened one eye in a narrow slit before cuddling the naughty little elves “Sleep…. sleep, mommy will wake you when it is morning.” “Lazy mommy, uncle sun has been shining brightly since a long time.” Emm sat up and complained blinking her beautiful big eyes. She was an
Chris and Emile followed behind Raphael after informing Eli that they were going to Dupont estate and to inform the kids that they would be back shortly. Raphael didn’t go to their normal living space but walked towards the apartment in the West wing. He stopped in the living area, just outside the door of one of the bedrooms. “Once I remove my mask, I might not have to explain my identity.” Raphael chuckled with a rare hint of playfulness before removing his mask. “You…. you….” Emile stuttered with her eyes wide open in shock; Chris’s facial expression was also one of shock although his reaction wasn’t as exaggerated as Emile. The face that was revealed in front of them was an aged version of Chris…. to be more precise, an aged version of Adam…. The lines added due to the years didn’t reduce his handsomeness in the least, instead it added the charm of wisdom. “Are you Chris’s grandfather?” Emile blurted out stupidly, her expression more sillier than her question. “No but I am….
“Rufus Roman, a tall fair man with a slender frame and scholarly aura was very well behaved and gentle in the early days. He surrounded and flattered Bridget like she was the light of his life. Whether it was on campus or in the streets, their coincidental meetings were a daily occurrence, and it didn't seem to raise any suspicions for my elder sister who was naive to the affairs of the world of men.” Raphael continued with his story. “He had my elder sister eating out of the palm of his hand with ease and no matter how much father and I objected, it didn’t seem to deter elder sister’s affections. She was convinced of his undying affections for her.” “He then came up with the plan to marry my elder sister secretly, convincing her that we would all accept him once they had a baby. My gullible elder sister agreed but the bastard got her pregnant with Adam even before he married her.” “Helpless, father and I could only agree. But he started to show his fox tail around this time. He dem