Carlton’s pov “How could you do that?” The room is as still as ice as my Father paces back and forth. His eyes inflamed as they glared at me. Apparently, there are already rumours of my collaboration with Tristan Delights. People think I may be framing the company and that is where Marigold's father's speculations came from. “I am only trying to promote the company,” I quietly reply him. “Promote? Don't be a joker. You're destroying everything we have worked for. How could you make such a drastic decision, all on your own. You didn't deem it right to inform me, huh?” I nod my head, recalling our past argument on the company, and the numerous ones before that. When will he ever support my decision. To be frank, I am getting frustrated of all this back and forth. “Do you know how furious the Campbells are? They are partners and you didn't even inform them. How can you make such a reckless decision, Carlton?” The Campbells are Marigold's parents. Her Father has been cal
DAHLIA'S POV A feeling of satisfaction washes over me as I relish the dreadful news about Stewart's Foods Co. that I had seen on TV. As usual, the media arrived at so many conclusions as to why a company like ours would partner with a drowning company. As much as we are supposed to be helping them, alleviating the company's current state, I still enjoy seeing the hate speech on the news and social media about Stewart's Foods Co. I live for these moments. Our company is posing to be Stewart's Foods Co’s savior but the irony of it, is that deep down, we are thrilled about all the slander they are receiving. People even speculate they may have some dirt on us and that's why we are helping them. Although they know better than to expatiate on that rumor. Tristan will end it before it even starts. Lately, the news and social media has been endearing to me and I always anticipate the nasty articles posted on the downfall of a big company. A lot of reporters don't even bother
CARLTON'S POV It’s a relief that the doctor was able to revive Andre After I rushed him to the hospital. And it also took high level of discipline to not go wild on the teachers. Fuck sakes they knows Andre is a special kid, Aren’t they supposed to keep an eye on him? Once again, My whole days went into watching over Andre, neglecting piles of work I’ve to Fix at the office. I called and literally spammed marigold with Text messages, informing her of Audre condition so she could watch Andre while I return to the office. But who was I kidding? Marigold didn’t Take my calls or returned my Texts. Honestly, I’m getting fed up of Mari-gold! Audre got discharged few hours Ago and when we arrive home, I takes my time to prepare his Favourite for him. Spaghetti bolognese. Thankfully he didn’t stress me. He was extremely weak Anyways so he just complied. After feeding him, I got him to shower. I gave him his medicine and now he’s up in his room sleeping. I finally got some time to
DAHLIA'S POV I had just gotten off the phone with Tristen and to say I’m infuriated is an understatement. I’m boiling really hard right now. How could Tristian Agree for me to meet with Carlton Alone at some Restaurant to Discuss about the press conference? Yes, I know we would eventually get to discuss it but why a restaurant. Why not the office? It’s already bad enough that I’ve to stand the sight of that Face of the man I hate so much and now we’ve to meet in a restaurant like some couples on a date? The thought of that Alone is making me cringe right now. I need something to calm my system down right now. so I walk to the wine cabinet, pick out my favorite white wine and pour myself a glass. Circling the glass, before bringing it to my lip, I allow the taste of the wine to remain under my tongue before swallowing. I take in a deep breath to calm myself but Gavin barges into the kitchen in frantic motion. “What's wrong?,” I ask, reaching out for him but he flinches at
DAHLIA'S POV As I stare at my reflection in the mirror, I recall how this has become a frequent action for me since commencing my revenge on Carlton. First the mask party, then the lunch meeting and now this. The press conference is set to begin soon yet I am here in front of a mirror unable to bring myself to move. We are going to be late, Tristan and I. But I can't care less, the though that occupies the bulk of my mind is, am I truly ready to see the faces of the people I despise the most in this world and actual converse with them. “Tristan is here,” Sunny announces as she quickly runs back to the kitchen to continue cooking. I take in a deep breath, and pat myself on the cheek. “You can do this, Dahlia.” Then I put on perfume and leave the room. *^^* The hall is rowdy as reporters and paparazzi are everywhere. I immediately spot familiar faces and my rage begins to build. Carlton's parents are seated at a corner and my parents are seated at a short distance fro
DAHLIA’S POV I look around warily my eyes searching the room for a tall and muscular man. There aren’t many in the room so this should be easy, besides Tristan stands out wherever he goes. But the more I look, the more the appearance of even his silhouette seems vague. Where the hell could he be? I don’t want to spend one more minute than I have to here. I take out my phone from my Hermes bag which every female that passed by me stared at. Tristan’s phone number is the first on my call log since I speak to him on a regular basis. I dial in the number and it goes straight to voice mail. I impatiently stuff the phone back in my bag as my eyes dart around the room again. Still no sign of him. I have to find him, I can’t leave without him, besides we came in his car. As much as I don’t want to speak to anybody here, I’d have to if I intend to find Tristan quickly. The room is getting less crowded as people make their way out. Maybe he’s already outside waiting for me, and like
DAHLIA’S POV‘What…what is it?’Tristan asks, looking around to find out why I gasped. ‘Your…your knuckles,’ I pointed to his hands on the wheel, as my finger trembled slightly.‘Oh,’ his face falls, as he stares at his bloody knuckles. ‘It’s nothing.’My brows shoot up, ‘what do you mean it’s nothing, that doesn’t look like nothing, what happened?’ He sighs, taking his hands off the wheel as he stares out the window. I can tell something is bothering him, ever since his supposed bathroom disappearance, he has been off. Actually, ever since we stepped foot inside the hall, his mood changed. I could feel the rage burning through him as he stared at Carlton’s father. Could that have something to do with his bloody knuckles?My damn lawyer skills always make me jump into rash conclusions.I look at him, with deep concern and he sighs, succumbing to my silent request for an explanation. ‘I punched a mirror.’‘What?’ ‘It’s not a big deal. I’m fine, my hands are fine. I’ll just clean
‘Stewarts Foods Co. gets an unexpected turn of events, as the CEO of TRISTS Delights speaks in their favor’, Sunny reads from her phone with a wide grin on her face. ‘What is this about?,’ she comes to meet me in the kitchen, flashing the phone in my face. ‘Why is the light so bright, it’s daytime Sunny?,’ I gently shove the phone out of my face. ‘Stop avoiding the question. There’s no way you’d willingly speak good about Stewart Foods Co. and I watched the conference from home, so what are you up to?’ I hold out my hands for her to pass me some eggs from the crate beside her. ‘I’ll tell you when it’s time, you’ve always loved a good suspense, what happened to that Sunny?’She sighs as she moves to the chairs behind the counter to sit. ‘Well that Sunny has gotten one too many unexpected and dreadful suspense to be moved by any again,’ she takes an apple from the fruit bowl and bites into it. ‘What happened?,’ I ask, putting down the whisk in my hand. I know we have missed a lot
Dahlia I wake up to an empty room not having any clue of anything. But just as I’m beginning to adjust to the setting, the door creak open making me snap my head towards the door to meet Carlton walking in. “The sleepy head is finally awake,” Carlton sing-song, A radiant smile plastering his face as he approaches me. He’s carrying a tray of food in his hand. A yawn escapes me and I stretch out while rubbing my sleepy eyes. “Jezz! What are you doing?” I asks as I watch Carlton drops the food tray daintily on the bed, just beside me. “Where did you get this from?” “Breakfast in bed honey.” He muse and throw a wink at me that makes him look so cute. For a flicking second he dissolves into the Alluring face he use to have when he was mg husband and to crown it up, he’s offering me breakfast just as he use to do in the early stage of our marriage. Christ dahlia! do you really have to think of that now? You are long gotten over this man. I scolds myself as I flash Car
Dahlia I wake up to an empty room not having any clue of anything. But just as I’m beginning to adjust to the setting, the door creak open making me snap my head towards the door to meet Carlton walking in. “The sleepy head is finally awake,” Carlton sing-song, A radiant smile plastering his face as he approaches me. He’s carrying a tray of food in his hand. A yawn escapes me and I stretch out while rubbing my sleepy eyes. “Jezz! What are you doing?” I asks as I watch Carlton drops the food tray daintily on the bed, just beside me. “Where did you get this from?” “Breakfast in bed honey.” He muse and throw a wink at me that makes him look so cute. For a flicking second he dissolves into the Alluring face he use to have when he was mg husband and to crown it up, he’s offering me breakfast just as he use to do in the early stage of our marriage. Christ dahlia! do you really have to think of that now? You are long gotten over this man. I scolds myself as I flash Carl
Carlton My hutch didn’t fail me. The rain had continued increasingly and didn’t stop. In fact from the way it’s still pouring outside, thunder rocketing through it every now and then, I’m sure it’s going to span till the next day. However the Owners of the entertainment resort had made the lodge preparations for every occupants in the Museum. Dahlia and I were given one apartment as the lodges were limited. I have never seen dahlia in her most disoriented phases unlike the one I just experienced few moments ago. She was just panicked about her kids safety and nothing I said to her made sense. Worst, the School’s call line wasn’t pulling through, we kept trying until they finally respond and they assured us of the kids safety. That’s when dahlia finally relaxed. “So, what are you going to do about the scandals going on about marigold?” Dahlia’s voice pulls me out of the brief reverie I’m in. Currently, I’m standing before the glassed window. Hands tuck in my pockets as I’m obse
arlton’s POV, I was supposed to be giving dahlia a lift but when I arrived at the Address dahlia sent, which turned out to be an Entertainment complex, plans changed. The ambience is cozy and a pretty good place to clear my head so I had to plead with dahlia to join me in exploring the place. Turns out she and Tristian were the ones initially here together before he got an Emergency call. The knowledge of that awfully didn’t sit well with me but I tried my hardest not to make it obvious. Right now, I can say we are having a fun-filled Tour around the Aqua gallery. Dahlia seemed to have a bunch of knowledge about everything here as she’s a fan of Animal Documentaries. “Funny how we’ve never done this before.” I blurts out of the blue, withdrawing my eyes from the pretty View of the Aquarium to face dahlia. I honestly don’t know if I’m referring to mine and dahlia’s past or our present day. However dahlia shrug and with her gaze not leaving the host of fishes swimming in the Aqua
Tristian’s POV, “Now how do you intend to get Casandra off your back?” Benjamin Asks, his voice barely Audible as the club music is blaring so loud. After surveying my company, Benjamin and I Decided to hang out somewhere. It’s been a while. I fetch myself another round of whiskey and take a sip from it before responding to Benjamin’s question. “I won’t do much. I’ll just let her do her thing but as far as I know, I’m not responsible for her pregnancy.” I spits out aggressively. Benjamin looks at me like I’ve just said something out of the ordinary. I ignore him with a snort, my eyes gazing above him and it lands on the stripper performing on the stage. She’s making sensuous moves which is evoking intense Arousal in the atmosphere. I watch as she makes seductive trail around the pole, and then she pause. With her hands still gripping the pole, she slowly raise one knee up against the pole and pulls back till she’s hanging against the pole. Her naked nipples pointed upward an
stian pov“What the hell Casandra?!” I fire, my eyes seeing nothing but blood red. My muscles are rock stiff and my veins are threatening to tear out. I’ve never had this degree of anger for a very long time now… The intense heat radiating around me can burn hell. Infact, the only thing stopping me from strangling this woman before me is because I needed explaination. Why the hell she would pull this expensive stunt with me. My warehouse wasn’t in a fucking flames. It was all Cassandra’s little plot to get me to L.A and even coming to L.A isn’t completely my problem. It’s how she had effortlessly lure me to her house and I had no idea. Few minutes ago, When I arrived at L.A, The first thing I do was call Benjamin, my Agitation at its peak. I could drive straight to the warehouse myself but I needed to know which one in particular as I had quite Alot. When Benjamin picks, I rush him with questions at once but he gave me a different story. He told me that he was kidnapped and he
Tristian’s POV, “Why have you been ghosting my calls Tristian? You’ve to come to LA immediately. I’m pregnant with your child.” After reading the Text that just dropped from Cassandra, my blood freeze in my veins and I’m pretty sure it drained off my face. My muscle stiffen as my pulse paused. Im not shaken by the Text exactly but I just got thrown off guards for a moment. Like I’ll expect every silly antics from Cassandra but pregnancy? “What’s that?” Dahlia’s voice jolts me to reality, making me realize we are two here in the car. I immediately comport myself and turns towards her. She has a concerned and questioning look on her face, as she ask again. “What’s wrong?” A little pause. I stare at her for a brief seconds like I can’t make sense of she asked then I gyrate with a laugh that sounds so fake even to my hearing. “It’s nothing serious dahlia.” I adds anyway, now smiling. “It’s Just a message from Benjamin Telling me about some stubborn client who refused to strike a deal
Carlton “How could you Marigold? How could you be so devilish to pull up such a stunt on me and dahlia?!” I vibrates with visible rage radiating all around me. Right now we are back at my mansion. Andre is upstairs in his room as I’ve instructed him to do so before I began lashing out on marigold. After Tristan explained all that had transpired in Marigold’s party leading on to how the table turned, I had been in shock. Honestly, I know marigold is capable of the worst things but guess I have underrated her way too much. I could never imagine that her obsessive insecurity over dahlia would ever push her to framing dahlia up to get her sex tape and spread all over the net. She even involved me! Her husband. I’m seriously blowing off steams and I can’t control my fucking temper. It’s taking my will power to restrain myself from slapping marigold. “You caused it Carlton!” Marigold dares to yells back at me. Her eyes glistening with aggressive tears. Anyone who walks in now would th
Carlton’s pov “The hell was that for?” That’s marigold. Her voice booms the whole place as I approaches the place that slapped just came from. And turns out in the kitchen area. I burst into it and I meet the ugly scenerio of my mother and marigold in a heated fight. With the way marigold is rubbing her reddish cheek, difinately she’s the one that just received the slap from my mother. I release a sigh of frustration. “What exactly is going on here?” I asks and that’s when they apparently notices my presence. “What does it matter? You would definitely take your mother’s sides anyways!” Marigold yelled as she speaks first, undiluted anger brewing all over her. “Carlton good thing you are here. It’s high time you come back to your senses and realize the kind of snake you are married to!” “What happened?” I groan, honestly not in the mood to accommodate their banter. “Do you know your wife was telling someone over the phone that she’s going to steal from the company’s funds?” M