Tristian With the way dahlia is passionately Answering the questions of some interviewer on the screen, anyone would think she’s a lawyer. No, anyone would think she’s really and seriously after Carlton’s best interest because even I am thinking the same. A tiny sting at my wrist got me shuddering and I jolt my gaze towards it. It’s the Injection which is connected to my veins. It shifted a little bit and pricked me. All of a sudden I’m reminded of the fact that I’m stuck in some hospital and it’s all thanks to my heart attack. Yesterday I was drinking with Benjamin when it suddenly hit and that’s how I ended up here. As I re-adjust on the bed, I snap my gaze back to the TV screen which still has the live video of dahlia and Tristian’s interview going on. I have no idea why dahlia would escort Carlton to his interview and help him tackle the interviewer’s curt questions. But if it’s to Gain more of Carlton’s trust, which I’m hoping it is, then she’s doing a perfect job. Because wit
“What? she didn’t sleep at home?” I asks, hoping I sounds casual enough “No.” Sunny responds and i asks why. “She didn’t tell me. You’ve her contact, you can reach her. Wait… you aren’t in New York or what?” “Nevermi…” The door opens and to my shocker, the person who walks in is someone I would never expect will be here. Cassandra? “Chandra!” The shock im feeling at the information from sunny, now dissolves to pure rage as Cassandra walks in majestically on her heels like she’s walking into her cambers. “What the hell are you…” I’m boiling hard. “What else?” She cuts me off. “I came to see you.” Her voice is annoyingly too calm and just then I notice the Bucky nylon bag on her hand. “Here, I brought you fruits.” My blazing eyes follows her as she drops it on the cupboard besides my bed. “And don’t ask me how I knew you were hospitalized. I always had my ways.” She says afterward as if reading the looks I’m giving her. “What?!” I’ve almost forgotten I’m still in a call
Dahlia’s POV, There seems to be time in your life when you feel like a lost poppy. Like that moment when you can’t just figure out if you are still on the right track or completely loosing yourself. And that’s me right now. I just finished the interview with Carlton and right now, I’m in a Cab heading back home. While My eyes is taking in the beautiful view of the city, my mind is pre-occupied. The short time I’ve spent with Carlton and everything he had said to me had been replaying in my head. His regret for marrying marigold. His family’s pressure. His deep regret for hurting me. I wanted all of this… I wanted him to acknowledge it all which is the mail reason I even came back to his life. And as I’m reflecting on all of these, I should be feeling elated right? I should be having that giddy feeling that I’m finally close to my revenge but damn No! As I think of Carlton, all that looms in my head is his regretful disposal… The pain in his eyes as he acknowledges how much he has
I clutch hard to the table knife. My heart swearing painfully as I am watching my husband and my sister openly flirting with each other before my eyes and None of our family bother to notice anything. Mari-gold keeps smirking as if knowing what she’s doing. The chattering and laughter continues while everyone is enjoying the different delicacies on the table. It’s my parents 26th anniversary and we are on in the mansion in celebration of it. “Taste this, Carlton.” Mari-gold shoves out a piece of cake and offers it to Carlton, while staring at me for my reaction and my very own husband shamelessly opens his mouth for her to feed him. “Mmmmm, Delicious” he exclaim as he munch on the cake, grinning in high spirits like a toddler with no problems in world. When infact we had one. Few hours ago, we were yelling down at each other before we arrived at the mansion. And it was over the photos that my sister sent to me when I was in court. If not for my years of experienc
“I didn’t want to expose it like this or today. But I just can’t hold back the excitement anymore!” She giggles excitedly. Her blue eyes twinkling like crystal as she turns to Carlton, not looking an inch remorseful or ashamed. With my breath hitch and heart still frozen, I turn to Carlton expecting to meet a baffled expression on his face, just like everyone else on the table. Or the exact bitter reaction he gave me when I told him about my own pregnancy but to my greatest heart-break, he had none of those. In fact, He has the most exuberant excitement I had ever seen him muster in his eyes. “What?!” Mrs Stewart voice cuts through the shock and tension in the atmosphere. “Are you being serious?” “Of course, right Carlton?” Marigold gestures at Carlton for some support, still grinning and Carlton doesn’t waste any time. He nods and takes Mari-gold palm into his, then he clears his throat. Boldly facing everyone with no atom of shame. his tone cold and firm. “Mari-gold is
when I arrive at a spot far away from everyone, My Kness weakens and I crash down to the floor, landing on the stair case. I allow the tears that I’ve been holding back to rain down my cheeks without trying to stop them. I’ve been through so much pain before but none has ever amount to this. Where my husband betrays me and everyone turned a blind eye towards it. I cry so much till feel my throat tearing apart. I wish I had never took pity on Carlton. I wish I had never been there for him all the time marigold hurt him beyond counting. The truth is Mari-gold was his first love. They dated for years and in those times, Mary gold kept hurting Carlton by frolicking with different men, still Carlton kept giving her many chances. And I was just there for him in his lowest moments, cheering him up and fighting my building feelings for him. He gave Mari-gold several chances but he had the last straw when he walked into Mary gold banging another man right in his office. And their weddi
I am staring at myself in the mirror and all I see is the exact opposite of what I’m feeling inside. I look so Docile and unbothered whereas, I’m a broken mess on the inside. I reach out for the glass of vodka beside me and I take the 11th Glass of shot for the day. What do you do when everyone shuns you out including your own husband? I’d tried to be strong but I just can’t. It’s been three days now since Mari-gold’s Accident and Carlton had refused to come back home. I haven’t seen or heard from Mari-gold since that day. Not because I want her to die or something but I know very well that I’m not needed in that hospital where she was taken for treatment. However, Today, I’ve decided to set things straight. Mari-gold is a bitch but I’ll just visit her just this once and I’ll sign my Divorce with Carlton. With my mind made up, I walk out of the room. I’m climbing downstairs when the door-bell begins to ring. I halt. Don’t tell me Carlton finally decides to come back home.
A woman this pregnant, needs all the help she can get”, Tristian winks as he shuts the door of his Ferrari. I sit silent at the back seat while he drives us into town. I don’t recognize the route we’re passing but I feel like I can trust Tristain since I’ve always had a good relationship with my clients from day one. Well, Tristian Martinez is one of the top Richest Bachelor in the country. He has several companies across the country and beyond. But that’s not just how I knew Tristian. He was the last client, I handled his case shortly before I was sentenced. He was in a really difficult situation. Drug smuggling isn’t such a trivial case. He was about to get sentenced to prison, until he hired me as his lawyer and we won the case. And suddenly he showed up at prison on the day of my release, offering to drive me home. But unfortunately, I don’t have a home. So, I tell him to drive me anywhere he pleases and he chose his house. Pretty soon, we arrive at his mansion. It’s
Dahlia’s POV, There seems to be time in your life when you feel like a lost poppy. Like that moment when you can’t just figure out if you are still on the right track or completely loosing yourself. And that’s me right now. I just finished the interview with Carlton and right now, I’m in a Cab heading back home. While My eyes is taking in the beautiful view of the city, my mind is pre-occupied. The short time I’ve spent with Carlton and everything he had said to me had been replaying in my head. His regret for marrying marigold. His family’s pressure. His deep regret for hurting me. I wanted all of this… I wanted him to acknowledge it all which is the mail reason I even came back to his life. And as I’m reflecting on all of these, I should be feeling elated right? I should be having that giddy feeling that I’m finally close to my revenge but damn No! As I think of Carlton, all that looms in my head is his regretful disposal… The pain in his eyes as he acknowledges how much he has
“What? she didn’t sleep at home?” I asks, hoping I sounds casual enough “No.” Sunny responds and i asks why. “She didn’t tell me. You’ve her contact, you can reach her. Wait… you aren’t in New York or what?” “Nevermi…” The door opens and to my shocker, the person who walks in is someone I would never expect will be here. Cassandra? “Chandra!” The shock im feeling at the information from sunny, now dissolves to pure rage as Cassandra walks in majestically on her heels like she’s walking into her cambers. “What the hell are you…” I’m boiling hard. “What else?” She cuts me off. “I came to see you.” Her voice is annoyingly too calm and just then I notice the Bucky nylon bag on her hand. “Here, I brought you fruits.” My blazing eyes follows her as she drops it on the cupboard besides my bed. “And don’t ask me how I knew you were hospitalized. I always had my ways.” She says afterward as if reading the looks I’m giving her. “What?!” I’ve almost forgotten I’m still in a call
Tristian With the way dahlia is passionately Answering the questions of some interviewer on the screen, anyone would think she’s a lawyer. No, anyone would think she’s really and seriously after Carlton’s best interest because even I am thinking the same. A tiny sting at my wrist got me shuddering and I jolt my gaze towards it. It’s the Injection which is connected to my veins. It shifted a little bit and pricked me. All of a sudden I’m reminded of the fact that I’m stuck in some hospital and it’s all thanks to my heart attack. Yesterday I was drinking with Benjamin when it suddenly hit and that’s how I ended up here. As I re-adjust on the bed, I snap my gaze back to the TV screen which still has the live video of dahlia and Tristian’s interview going on. I have no idea why dahlia would escort Carlton to his interview and help him tackle the interviewer’s curt questions. But if it’s to Gain more of Carlton’s trust, which I’m hoping it is, then she’s doing a perfect job. Because wit
My mother didn’t just leave as I asked her. Of course she followed me to the office alongside dahlia and As expected, she doesn’t waste time to start bashing me about marigold and the trend. She said all sort of this that all hammers about me divorcing marigold. Even when I assures her, I’ll fix the problem soon enough, all she wanted is to get rid of marigold. Her hatred for marigold had long heightened and this whole this scandal just serves as a good opportunity. “I don’t care how ever you want to fix this scandal Carlton!” My mother is yelling, her eyes burning with red. “You have to divorce marigold!” Sitting perplexed on the office seat, I don’t bother to reply her again. Dahlia keeps sitting leg crossed opposite me, not interfering in our feud. As my mother has nothing more to say, she snatch her bag from the desk and storm out of the office. Her heating clicking Aggresively against the tiled floor. As soon as she’s out, I release a deep breath which I’m unaware I’ve been
Carlton POV, “We’ve always known that marigold is a shameless whore but my son was just keeping her out of sheer pity!” Is the hot statement I meet my mother throwing at the media as I and dahlia are waking into the company. “Don’t believe her! She’s only saying this because she no longer wants me for her son. She's been pestering him to divorce me and don’t be surprised she’s the one who fabricated that video!” Marigold yell at the media, shamelessly lying against my mother. Well somehow she deserves it. I can’t believe that despite the scandals on the net, they are both here creating a nuisance in front of the camera. The chaos continues between them and no one notices I and dahlia walking towards them. My anger is explorating as I walks towards them but I just keep my cool. But what makes me almost go off is the very moment they all finally notice us. Immediately the altercation between my mother and marigold halts at once as they are the first person who notices us a
“Andre?!” I know I’m long done pretending but the sight before now stuns the hell out of me. Andre is vomiting blood everywhere while on his inform. Andre had practically been through all sort of Ailment but vomiting blood? It’s horrifying. On impulse, I find myself rushing towards him. I grab his tiny shoulders and begin to rock his back while he continue to gag, spewing blood on the stair tiles. “Goodness! What the hell happened Andre?” After a while he finally stops gagging and what he does next appalls me. He weakly backs away from me like my hands burns him then he stands up. “Andre——“ I try to hold him but he fiercely back away. “Let go off me!” He snaps, his eyes glistening with pure hatred as they bear into me. The usual me would flare up but I can’t deny the hurt that sips through me at Andre’s reaction towards me. Maybe it’s because I’m already too gloomy and not my usual self right now. Or maybe it’s perhaps time for me to start warm
Marigold’s POV, The Anger and fear I’ve been feeling since my sex tapes started trending is something I have never felt before. With everything going on in the net, I’m sure Carlton would surely have a good reason to divorce me now! I needed to do something because there’s no way I’m going to loose Carlton. Especially to that bitch dahlia! When I left home yesterday after my ranting with carton, I came straight to my parents house. Even though my mother blatantly refused to help me with Alan’s blackmail, I still needed her help on this. She always have solutions. But to my Bloody annoyance, my mother insulted and reprimanded me for having my sex tapes on the net. Even when I told her, this is all dahlia’s fault. In the end I got nothing from her, but I didn’t leave the mansion. I couldn’t afford to go face Carlton As I needed to strategize. Still, Nothing was coming into my head until this morning when My mother told me what to do. “You will need to get rid of your sex tapes
Marigold’s POV, The Anger and fear I’ve been feeling since my sex tapes started trending is something I have never felt before. With everything going on in the net, I’m sure Carlton would surely have a good reason to divorce me now! I needed to do something because there’s no way I’m going to loose Carlton. Especially to that bitch dahlia! When I left home yesterday after my ranting with carton, I came straight to my parents house. Even though my mother blatantly refused to help me with Alan’s blackmail, I still needed her help on this. She always have solutions. But to my Bloody annoyance, my mother insulted and reprimanded me for having my sex tapes on the net. Even when I told her, this is all dahlia’s fault. In the end I got nothing from her, but I didn’t leave the mansion. I couldn’t afford to go face Carlton As I needed to strategize. Still, Nothing was coming into my head until this morning when My mother told me what to do. “You will need to get rid of your sex ta
Dahlia I know I’m getting my claws on Carlton with the way his body stiffened at my reaction. I had intentionally asked Carlton to sleep with me on the same bed yet it triggers his undoing. “Really? You are okay with me sleeping with you in the same bed?” “Is there a problem with that? I mean It’s only one bed in the room.” I’m obviously taunting Carlton but I’m my tone comes out casual as intended. Carlton suddenly loosen up and he insists on using the floor. His claims is that it’s only proper that he leaves the bed for me alone while he uses the ground as he wouldn’t want to put me through a an awkward situation. Especially since he’s the one that made me stayed back for the tour. But with the way his face is flushed red and his eyes blinking way too fast, it’s obvious he’s the one who can’t stand being close to me. Especially being in the same bed with me. I may have been apart from Carlton for years, I can still read him like an open book. The side of my lip