The cab stopped Mackenzie in front of Chase Axford's penthouse. She paid her fare and got down from the vehicle. Mackenzie stood in front of the over ten feet building made up of more glass than bricks, and closed her eyes to suck in a deep breath. She was finally here, yet, she did not know how to feel about it. She would be meeting him, Chase, in only a matter of minutes. What would she say to him? She walked past his fleet of cars, taking note of his Cardillac and Lamborghini that stood with pride, mounted next to the Tesla she knew too well. How would she look into his eyes and tell him the truth without getting lost in his piercing orbs? An open door led to a long corridor, while an elevator door stood at the distal end of the hexagonal shaped room. Mackenzie did not need a soothsayer to tell her he lived here alone. The house felt bare, lonely. Not even the exquisite art sculptures stationed at every end of the room could bring life to the bare white walls. Mackenzie heav
Blood drained from Mackenzie's face. Glued to the ground, she felt as though Selene had pulled the ground from underneath her feet. She gaped at her, tongue-tied. Sweat coated her face and neck immediately, despite the working vents in the room. This had to be a prank. "What?" Selene asked, corking her right brow in sheer amusement. "You thought I wouldn't know?" Mackenzie swallowed hard to dampen her dry throat. Yes, that was exactly what she thought. Selene was not supposed to know, no one was! Selene watched the expression on Mackenzie's face. If she ever had doubts of who the children's real mother was, Mackenzie had erased all the doubt with the look in her eyes. The woman stared at her as though she had seen a ghost. Mackenzie Torsney had fucking underestimated her, she would pay for it. "You really thought I was going to sit still after seeing your picture with my husband scattered all over the internet? My God! You are dumber than you thought." Selene's jealousy was
Mackenzie had barely gotten out of the house when she felt her phone vibrate in her bag. She had been lost in thoughts, slightly regretting ever hitting Selene. But the woman had it coming. She frowned as she stepped out of the door, her left hand scrummaging the bag for her phone. When she finally found it, she stared at the Caller ID and saw her father's name displayed on the screen. "Pops" Mackenzie sighed. She thought of ignoring the call, but she knew it would make her dear old father worry. She clicked the "accept" icon, and pressed the phone speaker to her right ear. "Hello, pops." She greeted. Her voice trembled, but she fought as hard as she could to keep still. "Kenzie, dear! Is everything alright? You sound very stressed." She looked ahead and saw the Axford company vehicle Nora had sent. She started to walk eagerly towards it. "I'm doing fine, pops" She pulled the door open and climbed into the black of the car. "How's mum?" "Doing just great, everyone over here
Mackenzie's heart sunk in her chest. It was very obvious that he had retreated into his cold shell. His eyes no longer held any form of emotion, and the smile she had come to love so much had disappeared, vanished. Could she really blame him? She had hurt him by lying, perhaps she deserved it. She lowered her eyes to her flats, and shook her head. "I'm sorry." She raised her eyes to look at him. She stared at his cast without saying a word. Words could not describe the ache in her chest. "When did this happen?" "Doesn't matter. What are you doing here, Mackenzie?" Chase asked, without looking at her. He could not afford to stay angry at her if he looked at her. Her dark curly waves bounced on her shoulders, the same way they had done when they first met. He was mad at her, yet he wanted her so bad it took every iota of self control not to pull her to himself. When Mackenzie didn't speak, he turned in her direction and rose from the bed. The more he sat still, the faster he wa
Chase breathed in the scent of her hair. As she stood between his legs, his hands brushing the skin of her hips, the fire that ignited within him wasn't one he could deny. He had missed her so much. Standing so close to him, barely inches away, until she could suck in the same air he was letting out, Mackenzie did not know how to feel. She should have tried to keep her distance, especially now that he was mad at her, yet, all she wanted to do was be with him. She reached for the hem of his hoodie and slowly pulled it up to his neck. Chase did not struggle, he let her take his hoodie off, slowly revealing the tanned skin of his abs; all eight of them. Mackenzie adored every single one with her eyes, drinking in and relishing in the beautiful sight. She traced her gaze up to his shoulder. The cast rested over his right shoulder blade. She traced the veins that traveled from his shoulder to his neck, stopping beneath his bearded jaw.She dared to look above the jaw, up to his lips th
"Heavens, Mackenzie! It hurts that you did not bother to inform us of your arrival at Greenville, or the fact that you now work for Chase here. He's such a sweet soul, is he not?" As Eleanor laughed and brushed Chase's chest, Chase turned to look at Mackenzie. She was still on her feet, which was more than he had expected of her. He tilted his neck to find Jeffrey staring at Mackenzie, but not with the rage and anger he had expected. There was something different about his half brother, something softer. He looked at Mackenzie with a deep sense of longing in his eyes. Chase wasn't comfortable, at all. "This family loves you so much, Mackenzie. It's so good to see you." Mackenzie watched Eleanor radiate with her elegant smile. If she didn't know better, she would have thought Eleanor was genuinely happy to see her. The person she did not understand was Jeffrey. She had thought he would have grabbed her and held her by her neck. Instead, he was walking towards her with a soft look
The Axfords met the president of the United States, Alexander Montgomery, and his family at the rooftop of Axford Hotel. Richard Axford was more than delighted to meet him, and so was Eleanor. He was with his wife and daughter, Christen and Sarah Montgomery. Mackenzie stood behind the Axfords, along with every other important staff in Axford Hotel. Nora was present to ensure the smooth welcome of the president and his family. They were ushered into a banquet hall, with a dinning table of ten set for them. A live classical band was stationed at the end of the room for live entertainment. Stewards were present behind ever chair to serve each and every person on the table. Chase and the president walked ahead of the rest of them. The president was not a boring old man like Chase had thought, he was full of jokes and pleasantries, and Chase found himself smiling at regular intervals. Until they were all seated around the table, and Mackenzie was nowhere to be found. He took out his
She stiffened beneath his touch, and it was more than enough indication to let Chase know she wasn't okay. Mackenzie raised her head and turned sharply to look at him. She found him there, his blue suit jacket was off, and his white sleeves were rolled all the way up to his elbows, she caught sight of the cast on his right hand. His lips glittered with oil, and she could tell he had eaten more than enough. Who would have thought a man with a broken hand could eat to his full? She tried to smile at the thought, but it didn't happen, not with the burden in her heart.Chase saw the tears in her eyes before her brave attempt to wipe it away like it was nothing. He squinted his brows at her and looked over her. "What's going on, Mackenzie?" He reached for her right cheek and brushed it gently. Mackenzie stood stiff once more. It was the same place Eleanor had touched her before threatening her life. Mackenzie's eyes darted from the floor, up to his face. Chase Axford. His piercing s
EPILOGUECameron felt nostalgic, sitting down in the same seat he had been sitting—six months ago—when he met the woman of his dreams. She had walked on the stage with a grace only a swan could possess and she had captivated his attention and stolen his heart not long after. But compared to Cameron's first visit to the bar, he noticed how empty the bar was. It was heavily decorated—surprisingly—but also unoccupied. Cameron's eyes swept over the room, taking in every decoration that seemed to have been done with precision. Balloons, ribbons, candles, everything felt strangely comforting.He was still sweeping over the area with his eyes when the lights suddenly went out, leaving him in the dark. "Hey, is anyone here?!" He called out into the darkness, hoping someone would hear and come to his aid. It was odd that he heard no noise at all but what felt even more odd to him was the fact that he had agreed to go over to the bar in the first place.Calista had caller earlier and said some
"Don't you think it would be better to just ask her stuff about them? We know them individually but Liza knows them personally." Emily said to her knucklehead sister, knowing she had just found a solution to their six hour long problem but another one was secretly embedded in Calista seeing her suggestion as a good approach to things or if she wouldn't. Luckily for both of them, Calista bought the idea. "Why didn't I think of that sooner?" She asked no one in particular as she flashed a huge smile at her little sister, wondering how their parents had given birth to such a brilliant child. It wasn't like Calista and her twin brother, Cameron, were a disaster, it was just that, Emily was, well, better.But smart or not, Calista was in the middle of planning for the best proposal ever and she wanted everything to be perfect. Cameron had—unsurprisingly—entrusted her with the task of making sure everything went well with his proposal to Liza and Emily had just given Calista a stepping sto
Turns out reconciliation wasn't as hard as Chad had assumed it to be. It was just surprising how easily his family had accepted him back, as if he had not walked out on them over ten years ago. How could they be so loving after everything he had put them through? Chad couldn't wrap his head around the whole situation at all. But that wasn't all he was battling in as he stood at the balcony of his new apartment, looking down at the street just opposite his place. From where he was, Chad could see different people moving around in pairs and some, even in groups.Anyone could clearly see how different they all were, occupied in their little worlds, without any knowledge of what was to come next for any of them. But still, they kept moving, defying the odds over and over again and just basically living life the way they pleased. It was scary but very admirable. The strangers reminded him so much of Calista, the artist that had woven her way into his heart as unexpectedly as the rain wou
"I don't think we should be doing this every morning, Annie. I will be late for work and Calista wouldn't like you coming in late either. Do you want to upset your coach? I thought you adored her, it seems like I was wrong." Liza knew the best way to get her eight year old out of the house was by emotional blackmailing and at the moment, it was working perfectly.In no time, Annie raced down the stairs, carrying her carrier along with her. Liza found herself staring at her daughter and thinking about how things had changed so much in just two months. It felt surreal but then, change had always been a scary thing for her, this time wasn't an exception. "Are you ready, mum?" Annie asked with an accusing glare fixed on her face. Liza felt she was ready but according to Annie's standards of being ready, she was far from it. Her hair wasn't yet in its usual ponytail and Liza's bag was somewhere in the apartment, instead of her arm. But how could she get her bag as quickly as Annie wanted?
Waking up didn't seem as tiresome as it used to be anymore for Chad, infact, the start of a new day excited him–especially this day. It was the day he was finally going back home but that wasn't what was exciting to him. Just the thought of introducing a woman like Calista Axford to his family was thrilling. There was a chance that his enthusiasm would be shared but Chad was past caring. Calista was his and that was all that mattered to him. His father had always been a critically judgemental man and if anyone could thaw his ice cold heart, Chad was sure Calista was the perfect candidate for the job. Wasn't he proof enough of her skills?Chad couldn't believe he had walked into a random gallery and had met tye woman or his dreams. It was even more dreamy because he had never envisioned the kind of life he was now getting accustomed to. In his case, seeing really was believing. Calista's love was something he had to experience to believe it could happen to him. Standing up with a sm
“Are you sure you don't want me to accompany you to the hospital? It does'nt seem like thats the only place you'd be visiting today, though.” Emily spoke under her breath, watching her sister turn the wardrobe in and out, looking for an outfit to wear to her doctor's appointment. No, it wasn't weird at all that Calista suddenly wanted to put an effort into her choice of clothing. Weird was not the word, surprising was. Emily felt something was going on with her sister but she wanted Calista to spill the beans herself. It didn't make waiting for the reveal an easy task.Calista could barely see her sister's suspicious stare, her head had been in the wardrobe for what seemed like an eternity. Pulling herself out for a second, she shot Emily a blank stare, “What do you mean by that?” her question was as confused as the look she had plastered on her face.“I am not a child, Cali,” Emily retorted, moving towards the wardrobe. “I know something is up with you, something sweet and most like
Driving to Liza's place, Cameron found himself entertaining the same thoughts as Chad. Forever didn't look bad at all but how was he going to get there? How was he going to show this defensive single mother that he was ready to lend her a helping hand for a long time?Cameron was brainstorming when his phone started ringing, snatching his attention back to the present. He quickly turned off the radio—that no one was actually listening to—and picked up the call. Stephanie's voice echoed in the car, claiming even Annie's attention.“Good day, Sir,” she greeted politely, “I wanted to let you know that the contract has been drawn out for the deal but it requires your signature, sir.” there was urgency in her voice, it made Cameron feel uneasy. Usually, deals of this magnitude didn't require much stress.“Didn't we already do that in the meeting?” he inquired flatly, flashing Annie a quick smile. For some unknown reason, he felt she could sense his unease. “Alright then,” he said in resign
Chad's first thought was to kill Jason for going behind his back and selling off the painting but when he had been told who the purchaser was, he had wanted to kill himself instead. There was no other way around it, he just had to get to Calista first.As Chad rode his bike to the gallery, he realized he had no idea what to say to her. His initial plan had been to show her the portrait at the exhibition and then have her take it home as a present. But that would have been after Chad had revealed his identity as her anonymous artist.It was a simple plan, it should have worked. Only that it didn't work at all. Infact, it had gone terribly wrong. They had been too occupied—kissing in the balcony—and Calista had ended up leaving without seeing the portrait. Then, the potrait had ended up in Cameron's possession.I will just have to let her know that I am Hell's Demon and apologize for not telling her sooner, Chad concluded in his head as he pulled into the street that led to the gallery.
Motherhood, they say, always came with some exciting changes but to Liza, they were more terrifying than fun. She couldn't deny the fact that she used to enjoy it but with Annie growing older with each passing day, Liza found herself questioning her sanity, along with a good number of things.“Mum, you know the bus leaves in ten minutes, right?!” Annie called out to her mum as she hurriedly packed up her paintings. They never went early to anything at all and even though Liza detested tardiness, she had unconsciously become an ambassador of it.Breathlessly, Liza rushed into the living room, hauling her purse along with Annie's art equipments. That was the name for Annie's art supplies because she felt 'supplies' was a mundane word. The eight year old had put up quite a lengthy explanation —afterwards—and Liza had been forced to go along with it.Ignoring her very sweaty mother, Annie quickly grabbed the materials from Liza and started stuffing them into her carrier. The school had od