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'S POV My hands are visibly trembling on the steering wheel. I take a turn on Edison Street, careful not to hit the garbage cans set too close to the road. All through the ride, flashbacks of my last visit to the house keep replaying in my head. This is a huge step and I'm not sure I'm ready for it. How can I pretend to like six people all at once, it's already a lot of work doing it with Carlton alone. I take in deep breaths trying to steady myself as I pull up to the house. The sight of the house alone makes me nauseated, and I pop a menthol gum ball into my mouth. Inhaling the sharp and strong scent of the gum in my mouth, I let go of all disturbing thoughts pertaining to this house and my past. I step out of the car, with my bag at hand, and then I begin taking slow and short strides towards the house. Holding my head and shoulders high, I ring the doorbell and wait for a response. The camera comes and the bright smile of Carlton's mother appears on the screen. “Co
Dahlia’s POV, After our discussion about marigold’s doom, Tristian and I decided to tour round the pack and for the first time since years, I am having so much fun. We visited the animals and played with them. Tristian kept making jokes on them and I couldn’t help laughing. From the zoo, we toured the forest and tried out some traditional healthy meals together. After a fulfilling day of fun, we are heading home when some content creators approached us. They seem to be organizing romantic Games for couples and they were meeting random couples to participate. I actually found the request awkward as they’ve mistaken me and Tristian for couples. Tristian exchanged a baffled look with me before turning to them. “Umm…we aren’t couples.” Tristian tells them awkwardly, flashing them an exuberant grin as he make eye gesture at me. Almost like he’s asking for my opinion. The content creators after realizing, they gasp in embarrassment and quickly apologized. “I’m really sorry. We th
Unedited. Dahlia’s POV, “So, why did you ask us to meet in this… place?” I ask Tristian as my eyes rove around the scenery. It’s a park and I’ve just met up with Tristian at the bridge where he had Been waiting for me. Instead of a reply, what I get is Tristian staring at me almost in awe. Like it’s his first time seeing him. His eyes are glistening with something as they rake through every inch of me, a small smile tugging at his lips. That look… it mentally draws up a person in my head and it pisses me off. Carlton… that’s the same expression I catches on him each time I spot him gazing at me and I’ll damned if I say I don’t know what it is. As much as it discomforts me, it fills me with this satisfaction that I’m slowly getting my claws on him. Sooner of a later, it would be doomed by me. However my concern now is Tristian and he won’t stop staring, I snap him out of it. “And what’s that look all about?” I snap a finger at him. “Huh… look?!” Like speed of lightening, his expre
Carlton POV, “A Dull knife is a dangerous knife.” Dahlia has the calmest smile as she’s enthusiastically enlightening our students regarding culinary techniques. We are in the advanced stage of our cooking course and dahlia taking the student while I am sitting beside her, watching. Every inch of her. The way her hand moves, the passion in her eyes, the professional way she dishes our tips and handle cultures like she’s born to do this! Dahlia is one hell of an incredible woman. She’s not just beautiful, she’s so smart and As I stare at her, it’s hard to keep my sanity in check. I keep rethinking the bad decisions I had made in the past. How the hell did I let this woman slip away from me? Right now, she’s laying emphasis on knife work and she’s so enthusiastic about it.“If you risk using a dull knife to dice ingredients, you just don’t risk a potential hazard, you risk getting bad shapes. Just like this.” With the student watching with keen attention, dahlia picks up a carrot a
Marigold POV, Dahlia played a fast one on me. That bitch! My grip clench tight on my Tab as I am glaring hard at the video footage playing out on it. The footage of Carlton and Dahlia. I can’t believe that the two morons did practically nothing but just talk. My Anger isn’t really of dahlia and Carlton not fucking each other. It’s the fact that the bitch played me for a fool. Yesterday, after the inevitable one night stand I had with Alan, something clicked inside me. Despite the enlargement of Alan’s cock and the rough way he handled my pussy, he still couldn’t satisfy my beastly appetite. At that moment, I knew something was off and a part of me drove me to check out the CCTV at the area where I spiked dahlia’s drink. I wanted to be sure I didn’t made a mistake and the CCTV affirmed that I didn’t. I was sure to hand dahlia the spiked drink but from the footage, I discovered the bitch switched the drink. Which automatically meant that I drank the sexual stimula met just for her. A
Dahlia’s POV, After breaking out of the confinement with the help of the hammer, I and Carlton rushed to the hall. To our surprise, the hall was empty denoting that the party has ended. My kids weren’t in sight. Panic was already beginning to crawl into me when Carlton suggests we check the other building for the kids. My parents has two building. This hall designed for events and then their mansion which was a distant walk away from the mansion. It didn’t strike me that my parents would take my kids in because I know all their niceties towards me had been a charade. However when I and Carlton barge into the mansion, we meet a lively ambience, my parents and some of their business partners are at the dinning eating and chattering, while my kids and Andre are right at one part of the couch. I can’t explain the amount of relief that wash through me. My presence makes my kids lit up and jumps up running towards me. “Mummy!!!” The light commotion gets to the other occupants of the room
“Honestly, you are just wasting your time dahlia.” Carlton say as I’m relentlessly banging the closed door. My lungs feel patched now from all the screaming I’ve been doing but that still doesn’t stop me. In fact I’m not stopping anytime soon until someone get us out of here. And God help marigold if anything happens to my kids out there, Especially Gianna whom I can’t even give account of her whereabouts. From the moment the entrance door shut close, I knew this was all marigold’s scheme. “Anyone out there!!! We are stuck in here?!!!” I scream my lungs out, follow next is my fist slamming furiously against the door. Aside from worrying about my kids, I can’t handle the idea of being stuck in an enclosed compartment with Carlton. I may have been all tough and all but there’s still that prickle of me that can’t stand the sight of him… Not just about the hatred this time but something else. I’m getting almost too comfortable with him and I hate it. However after screaming and
I’m straddling my crutch by clamping my thighs tightly—the hypersexual sensation gets worse by the second. I’m already suffering from swollen breasts, numb nipples, and bolts of sex scenes shooting into the back of my head, but I play it cool even though I’m hopelessly knotted up. “Where’s Chloe? Get her out here; we need to talk,” I say Annabel and Cynthia, checking through my phone. “Umm… she took so much alcohol and has since been puking her brains out in the toilet. I don’t think she’s gonna come out now,” Cynthia replies. I have to nibble my problems, and now this. With a quick sigh, I walk past her and slam at the toilet door. “Hey, Chloe, you in there?” She mutters something back immediately, then I hear a rush of watery particles that I assume spew out of her throat or ass—I can’t tell. “Yeah, Marigold, I’m good… just gimme five—ugh,” she says, then keeps gagging for about two minutes. Finally, she flushes and comes outside. Chloe is a mess, but one look at me and she
I’m straddling my crutch by clamping my thighs tightly—the hypersexual sensation gets worse by the second. I’m already suffering from swollen breasts, numb nipples, and bolts of sex scenes shooting into the back of my head, but I play it cool even though I’m hopelessly knotted up. “Where’s Chloe? Get her out here; we need to talk,” I say Annabel and Cynthia, checking through my phone. “Umm… she took so much alcohol and has since been puking her brains out in the toilet. I don’t think she’s gonna come out now,” Cynthia replies. I have to nibble my problems, and now this. With a quick sigh, I walk past her and slam at the toilet door. “Hey, Chloe, you in there?” She mutters something back immediately, then I hear a rush of watery particles that I assume spew out of her throat or ass—I can’t tell. “Yeah, Marigold, I’m good… just gimme five—ugh,” she says, then keeps gagging for about two minutes. Finally, she flushes and comes outside. Chloe is a mess, but one look at me and she
I glance at Gianna. I need her back with the family. She already serves her purpose—luring her mother away from the crowd and into a trap. And with how much I dose Dahlia with sex-arousal pills, it’s still surprising why it’s not taking effect already. As we leave the attic, I meet with the rest of the quadruplets and Grayson—no, Griffin… Grayson? Ugh, not that it matters. I just give them their little sister back, and one of them hugs me, tightly wrapping himself around my leg and refusing to let go. “Thank you, Aunty Marigold…” I feel a cringe-worthy sensation running through my spine. I nudge him aside with a repulsive glare. “Get off. That’s enough.” He took his corrections and backed away, then told them to follow me. They all fall in line—except Gianna. She is being too headstrong, but regardless, she escorts her brothers out of the hall. I need them out of my sight as soon as possible. Ascending the staircase, I feel a real tingle in my vagina. I pause to breathe. A raw